[M] Zombieland...Take them to hell!

[Campster J.]

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Welcome to the United States of America where there is freedom, liberty, and the brave people..Oh, yeah I forgot to mention one...Zombie heaven for you sick freaks.




"Holy fuck! Shit!" JJ yelled at the top of his lungs as a mob of zombies close in behind him. He threw whatever you could pick up in mid stride. As he continued running he ran past a donut shop and skid to a stop. Even though the zombies were freaking him the hell out, he couldn't resist a fatty treat as a donut and because who knew when he would pass another one in this fucked up city of LA.

He quickly ran into the store, grabbed a bag, and loaded the bag with Boston cream filled donuts. He ducked down as the zombies ran past him, but the farthest one in the back notice his foot sticking out and walked into the store. Jamie cursed and picked up a piece of broken glass yelling, "Eat glass you piece of shit!" He chucked the glass right at the zombies head. The glass made contact and the zombie fell backwards. He quickly scavenged something more deadly and found a knife in the back. He walked up to the zombie on the ground and started to hack away at it's head till all there was left was bits and piece of skin and lots of blood. He wiped the blood off his cheek and decided to keep the knife in case he needed to throw it at something.

He looked around the store and a backdoor that lead into a set of apartments. He peered around the corners to check if the cost was clear. He smiled as nothing disturbed the cold night and hurried into the apartments to enjoy is little feast. He ran up the stairs and avoided the elevator in case it drew attention to him. He made it up the the third floor and walked into a run down apartment. He hoped that no zombies were in here and even hoped that no survivors were in there because he didn't feel like sharing his donuts after the trouble he went through to get such a treat. He settled down on the ground and took a donut out of the bag. He looked around the current room he was in, but didn't bother to check the other parts of the apartment.

[nonangelic92]

Google heard running feet in the hallway. " Great some idiot is gonna bring those mothersuckers here." she spoke to herself. She heard the apartment door next to her's open and shut. Google instantly cursed, "Perfect." Google made her way to the window and looked outside. A few skinmunchers were out and about but nothing terrible. She opened her window and stuck her head out, judging on what to do.

She noticed a small ledge connecting her window to the next. She looked back and made sure that her apartment door was barricaded safely. She grabbed her pocket knife and climbed safely on the ledge. She made her way over to the other window successfully. She peered inside and was actually puzzled. Some dude was scarffing down donuts. Wow, she thought. She was about to go back to her own window before a small movement caught her eye. Her neighbor, a kind old lady was now a flesh eating monster making her way towards this guy, slowly. Google pounded on the window, hopefully to draw both their attentions.

[Campster J.]

JJ choked on the third donut he was about to take a shove it down his throat when he heard pounding at the window. What he saw was quite strange; a girl with a pocket knife pounding at his. He thought she probably wanted his donuts so he looked at the girl and smiled kindly and turned around in the other direction with his eyes closed to take another bite of his donut when he felt a breath on his face.

"Holy shit!" JJ yelled and threw his last few donuts into the old zombie's face. He kicked it's head and ran for the window to the girl with the pocket knife. He turned around to see the zombie quickly recovering from the firm kick he landed on it's jaw. His hand was shaking badly as he struggled with the locks on the window. He took a quick peek behind him and saw the zombie slowly walking towards him as if it knew that he was a goner.

JJ cursed loudly. "Screw my life man." He braced his elbow and smashed the window wide open. The zombie didn't faze, but it started to sprint towards him with it's head twisted sideways from the kick. He slide out the window when the zombie grabbed his foot. He started to kick at it with what strength he can muster out from being halfway out the window. He finally managed a solid kick to it's face, but in doing so he basically flew off the edge of the balcony. His accident alerted the few zombies at the bottom of the street making all of sprint into the building for their fresh prey.

JJ asked, "Please to god tell me you haven't been bitten!?"

[nonangelic92]

Google stared at the man, " If I were, do you think I would tell you?" Google pulled the man off of the edge and safely helped him into her barricaded aprtment. Google eyed the strange man. He's kinda cute, she thought. " So can I ask why in the hell were you dumb enough to break a window for escape but not to check and make sure there were no zombies in that place before you began to feed your face?"

Google heard moaning and scratching in the hall. She held a finger to her lips and spoke in a hush tone" You better keep quite if you know whats good for you." Google checked to make sure her barrivade was still good, it was. She waited til a majority of the zombies were out of ear shot, " So whats your name. Mine's Google."

[Campster J.]

JJ shrugged and said, "Well I the reason why was because I just wanted to stuff down that bag real quick before I took my leave. So I didn't bother to check, but I know it was stupid. Also because I haven't had a donut in years because for health reasons and now that it is doomsday so I thought 'Why not! I might die tomorrow so why not enjoy my last days' So yep that is why I was stuffing my face and didn't bother to check anywhere else. Oh, yeah most people call me JJ, but the full name is Jay Jay Zheng. Pleasure to meet you. Google. Wait, Google like the internet Google before the zombies?"

[nonangelic92]

Google stared in shock as JJ barely took a breath, " As as internet google." Google walked over to the fridge and pulled out a small box of donuts and tossed them at JJ. " Now see isn't the easier then getting killed?" Goggle walked over to the windoe and servied the area below. " Looks like your gonna be stuck here kiddo. Those flesh heads are basically patrolling the area. I'd wait til night fall or a few days before going out there." Google sat beside JJ, " So tell me JJ what are you gonna do with your last days on earth?"

[Campster J.]

Jamie shrugged and took out a donut to take a bite out of it. Jamie chewed, swallowed, and said, "Eh who knows. Eat foods I usually can't, check out to see if I can get to Detroit, be chicken, kill a chicken, and throw stuff at zombies. Other then that I got nothing else in mind. Also I don't intend on waiting the days out in a apartment. Call me stupid, but I wanna go see if this place in Detroit actually exists. So anyways before we call it nights out and take turns watching our asses what are you going to do with these last days of life or maybe longer?"

[Ace of Hearts™]

Nolan was eating cold beans in the back of his gas station. They tasted horrid, but at least it was food. He looked around, worried. Most of his food was gone. He'd been here for a week, at least. Another spoon of beans, followed by a slight gag. There was a reason why he waited to eat the beans. He'd finished scooping the bottom of the can when a frantic looking man pounded at the doors. Nolan threw the can, picking up his pistol almost instantly. He aimed the weapon directly at the man.

"Get the fuck away from here." He said, almost asking.

"But, you have to help me, I have my kid and..." Nolan cut him off.

"I don't care about you're fucking kid, get the fuck away!" He said, now angrily.

"But...but.." The man blubbered.

"Now! Or I let all the Zeds know you're here!" Nolan yelled.

The man and boy walked off, the boy crying. He didn't care, his life or theirs, and he wasn't living theirs. He looked around again. 4 boxes of Burst-Tarts, a gallon of warm, most likely spoiled milk, and instant noodle soup. Had he eaten that much? He looked down, smacking his belly. There wasn't enough 'food' left, other than maybe Sasquatch Beef Jerky. He'd half to leave, soon. He found his duffel bag, loaded with some bottled water and the jerky, and kicked over the barricade.

"Shit," He said, as one of the chairs crashed through one of the doors, "Gonna be all over here."

He peered outward, he could see some figures slowly making their way towards the Gas n' Spend. He saw some apartments in the distances, the doors unbarred. He quickly sped across the road, not knowing of the Zed eating a corpse behind a car. He bumped into it, startled. He was a deer in headlights, or a meal in rotting eyeballs.

"Uh...Um....shit" He said, hesitant. He reached for the pistol, raised it, and pulled the trigger. The birds flew from the trees, squawking in surprise. The bullet went the it's left temple. It dropped like a post. Nolan continued to the apartments, kick the door open. He closed it, laughing as he dropped the the floor to act as a stop. He looked around, hearing faint talking. He gripped the pistol.

[nonangelic92]

Google stared at him in wonder, " Whats in Detriot?" Google hadn't heard anything about anything, not in since her CB went out. " Well darlin' to tell you the truth. I'm gonna stay here or if I do go out, I'm gonna go see if my familys okay. There all the way in Illinois. I gotta make sure their good and I have to make sure they get somewhere safe." Google heard a gun shot, "Did you hear that, someones making a survivoral out there." Google looked out of the window and say noone but a zombie laying dead. Great, she thoughtm more people equals more zombies.

[Campster J.]

"Well from what I hear Detroit has a civilization stocked full of weapons and survivors of this damned nation. Also you don't mind if I go with you to check on your family is okay or not? I mean you know it is safer to be in groups where someone can cover you back and all. Also I gotta pass through Illinois to get to Detroit anyways so it wouldn't be a hinder. Don't worry they probably will run right past here and go after the survivor. It is best to stay here and let it fly, but I do feel sort of bad for the person. So wh...." JJ stopped at mid sentence as he heard a faint laughter downstairs echoing up.


"Wonder who could that be..." JJ asked a rhetorical question. He picked up a few pieces of rumble and gripped them tightly as he leaned against the wall gently. He placed his ear on the wall and tried to listen for footsteps of any kind.

[Damonique]

(OOC-:This RP is becoming slightly too much of a back and forth between Campster and Nonangelic. Can you guys do longer posts rather than single paragraphs from now on?)

Sand, dust, more sand, more dust, a couple abandoned cars, more sand, more dust. That was all Joseph could see as he leaned his head out of the window of his beauty, a Classical Baby Blue '67 Ford Mustang. The car was pretty much all he had left of his home back in San Francisco, that and the dried blood slowly burning onto the hood.

Yawning boredly, the thin 19 year old tucked his head back into the window and slipped a CD from one of the cases sitting in the passengers seat. Ronnie James Dio's Holy Diver Album. Sliding the CD into the slot in the classical cars radio, he flicked the volume up to max as the first few Riff's of Stand Up and Shout (http://www.last.fm/music/Dio/The+Very+Beast+of+Dio/Stand+Up+And+Shout) began to blast out of the radio.

The music kept him awake, not to mention set a great mood for it all. Who would have ever seen him, Joseph Villenueve, streaking down a desert highway to Los Angeles in a beautiful classic car. No shitty-ass job to go to, no need to work for his food. For him at least, the apocalypse was the best thing that ever happened.

Slowly the outskirts of the city became visible in the noon California sun, and the first sign popped up. It would usually say "Welcome To Sunny Los Angeles, Home of the Famous", but someone had used red paint to replace sunny with "Empty", and Famous" with "Dead". Thus the sign really read.

"Welcome to EMPTY Los Angeles, Home of the DEAD"

Not a good omen.

The Light Blue Mustang cruised into the residential district of LA. Joseph wasn't going anywhere in particular, just looking for something besides dead bodies and empty streets.

[Ringman]

River walked along the lonesom road. Ever sense the outbreak he didnt need to worry about getting shianked in the middle of the street by a thug sneaking up on him, but now he needed to think about the massive undead army that could rip him to shreads. The road was filled cars that were either flaming cars or wreaked cars. When looking amounst the cars he found a some what intact UAV in the middle of the road, it was just sitting there with the piles of junk. River ran over to the truck and hopped in, when looking over to the seat next to his he could see a dead man with a bullet in his head. He was quickly startled by this but relized he wasnt coming back from the dead. He looked at the dash board and found a carton of ciggeretes and a lighter. River rejoiced for he was a smoker but he had a idea, he lit a ciggerete and placed it in the dead mans mouth.

"Whoa man, ciggeretes can kill you... I am fucked up arent I" He muttered

River looked in the mans hands to see the keys to the UAV, he opened up his stiff hands and then took the keys. River started the truck up and went off... for about fifteen seconds before the damn thing ran out of gas. He sat there with his hands at the wheel for a few mouments before elbowing the dead guy in the seat next to him in the head, causing his head to go flying out the side window. He jumped out of the UAV and looked around him. In the distance there was a apatment building and not to far from that was a gas station. River rejoiced for the gas station to be so conveintly placed were he was heading. At that exact moument he heard a gun shot coming from the gas station. It was even better if survivors were at the gas station, either that or zombies learned how to use guns and if thats the case then humanity is FUCKED.

River walked along the road to the gas station but found himself in the direction of the apartment buiding. When getting a closer look at the place he found it to be swarming with zombies at one end and a couple stragglers on the other sides. In most cases if zombies were swarming the building then most things would be dead, but in others survivors might be there holding up and be still alive. He went with his curiosity and went to the entrance. When he got close enough to the entrance a lone zombie appeired from another side of the building. River ran behind using as much stealth as possiable and swang at the zombies neck. As he looked back he could see the zombie headless on the ground. River was admiring his work when he then snaped back into reality. He walked inside the building and walked up the stairs and then shouted.

"IS ANYONE THERE"

[Cheshire]

Vegas cruised down the street in her jeep, with a grin on her face, and blood on her wheels. Evolution by Korn blasted from the speakers, attracting damn near every zombie she drove by. A few of them were running after her even then. Seeing a nice spot, with town in the distance, she decided to have a snack. Pulling over, she got out of the vehicle with a cooler in one hand... her baseball bat in the other, a small purse over her shoulder.

She placed the cooler on the ground along with the purse, just as one of the zombies that had been chasing after her caught up to her. She spun, and in one swing, bashed the thing's brains in with a spray of blood and gore.

"And it's a HOME RUN! The crowd goes wild!" she cheered for herself as a few more zombies made their way towards her.

"Come on, baby, come to mama!" she cried gleefully, as she smashed the bat into the side of one of their heads, caving it in with a sickening noise... well... sickening to most, Vegas just giggled like a schoolgirl.

In one fluid motion she turned and swung upwards, striking the next monster right in the chin, head flying upwards, neck breaking, it dropped like a brick.

A few more came, and fell, inciting similar maniacal giggling from Vegas, who then walked back to her cooler after she was finished, taking some of those restaurant sanitizing napkins that she lifted from some classy joint back home. She tore one open and wiped the blood off of herself. She wasn't sure if you could get the infection from blood, but she figured it was better to play it safe.

One would find that odd considering her reckless behavior, but the way she looked at it, there was a difference between dying having fun and dying because one didn't wash their hands properly. Finishing that up, she sat down and opened up her cooler. The ice had melted a bit thanks to the long trip, but it was still cold enough to keep the food.

She reached in and pulled out a sealed up container of rather expensive caviar. There were a few more of them in there. She pulled a sleeve of fancy crackers from her purse, and began to munch away on the fine cuisine. Raiding the fancy casinos of her home town certainly had it's perks. As well as more caviar and more crackers, she also had some fine wine and other assortments of rich people food. Back in the jeep she also had more... everyman food and drink, especially beer and whiskey.

Finishing up her meal, she packed things up and got back on the road, driving into town at a leisurely pace... until she noticed she was nearing E... luckily she spotted a gas station before long and went to pull in and see if she could fill up... when she heard the gun-shot.

She quickly and instinctively ducked down, grabbing her bat. She looked around and located where the sound came from. Some guy with a pistol, nearing some apartments, a dead zombie by his feet. She decided it would be worth checking out. Driving up to the gas-station, making sure to run over a zombie or two, making sure to drive the wheels over their heads before coming to a stop and walking after the man she saw, bashing a few zombie heads in on her way there.

Tunning into the building and looking around she decided to head up the stairs. She soon saw someone, not the guy from before, but another person... she took a moment to wonder how many people were left around here, before she yelled towards him loudly, "What are ya up to over there!?"

[nonangelic92]

Google turned to JJ, " Yeah for sure. Just if you end up getting me bit, I will tear you to pieces." Google smiled, " Dorry to be hostile, but I've learned not to befriend lost of people during these types of crisis." Google picked up her opcket knife and put it into her jean pocket. She pushed the dryer out of the way, leaving a space that she could squeeze through. She grabbed her crowbar and turned to JJ, " Now listen I want you to watch out for me. If I'm not back within twenty minutes, I want you to push that dryer back infront of the door." She squeezed through the opening and shut the door quitely.

Google made her way down the hallway her arpartment was on. She peered around the corner to make sure there was no flesh heads, which there weren't. She cautionsly made her way to the apartment staircase. She went to the second floor and stood near the fire door, " Marco!!!" She counted to 5 slowly, " Marco!" No responding she moved to the dirst floor, stood at the stairway door, "Marco!" She waited for someoen to answer.

[Campster J.]

JJ nodded and answered, "I understand. It is a bit hard to make friends nowadays with the zombies eating everything and all." He watched as Google moved the dryer away revealing a small which she can only fit through. " Now listen I want you to watch out for me. If I'm not back within twenty minutes, I want you to push that dryer back infront of the door." Google said. He nodded and watched Google as she climbed out through the crack. "Such a brave girl...." JJ thought mindlessly.

JJ decided that he had some time to kill so he went got up and started to walk around the apartment that they occupied at the moment. First then off is that he checked the fridge to see what it had in it's contents. What he saw...actually smelled wasn't very fragrant in any kind of way, but he was expecting this because most of the electricity in most cities were out. He immediately closed the door and continued through the apartment. He passed bedrooms, bathrooms, and even a small shelf where it used to contain books, but nothing was left on the shelves of knowledge. He wondered how long has it been, but it probably wasn't more then ten minutes.

JJ sighed as he realized that twenty minutes is going to be a very very long time if he stood here bored out of his mind.


So, JJ preoccupied his mind by thinking of routes to Detroit and a way to add a route to go into Illinois with Google. He wanted to tell her that most likely that her family were dead or zombies, but he didn't have the heart to break her heart in a time like this. Times like these he believed that you needed to keep your spirits high up and ready for pain events of reality. It saddens him to see people suffer because of a bad chicken, but that was life for him and the rest of the world. It was a load of shit to him, but he continued to live on or at least till the zombies get to him. He chuckled at the idea and figured that he rather jump off a cliff or do anything else to cause a premature death of him then become a zombie. He didn't plan on being a flesh eating monster anytime soon.

[Ringman]

As River was walking up the dark stairs he heard a voice behind him. He turned to find a girl standing there asking what he was up to. She looked very beutiful but this was no time to stand around looking at this girl. He stood there for the moument, looking around to relize it was pitch black in the stairwell. He took out his lighter and stood there looking at the women.

"Guess it was a good idea to come to this place" He said to the girl

When turning to go up the stairs a zombie was standing there right infront of River. It lunged for him but he crouched below the zombie and threw in on its back about three steps down the stairs. Both got back up staring at each other before the zombie charged him, River made a quick move and grabed what was left of its hair. While trying to hold it back the zombies scalp started to rip of letting it inch closer every second. As its whole scalp ripped of River ducked and got behind him. River grabed the zombies head and started to bang its head agenst the guard rail. After a couple hard hits River took out his machete and chopped off its head. After the fight took out a ciggerete and lit it. He looked at the zombies as the blood flowed out its neck. He quickly spat on it and turned to the girl.

"Whatch your step" He muttered

As he contiued up the steps with his lighter he could see blood all around the walls and steps which made it hard as hell not to slip down the stairs. Then he heard a faint voice from the top of the stairs it said "marco". He waited a moument before yelling "Polo".

He ran to the top to see another girl at the top with a crowbar.

[Higurashi]

Ah hell, Andrew thought. Here comes another wave of the freaks. So it was. Yet another wave of the zombies were assulting his position. Andrew popped up above the barricade, loosening several bursts from his M-16. Now, you may be wondering where he had gotten this, gun laws and all. The least Andrew could figure, he had gotten lucky. Before the apocolypse, he had considered living next door to L.A.'s resident gun fanatic the bane of his life. Now it was the thing that had saved him.

In the first days of the zombie invasion. There had been chaos. A gigantic mob of the things had been rampaging through the suburbs, wrecking everything in their path. Andrew had been right in the middle of it, running over both the living and the undead to get to his house in time. Even then, he had been unsuccesful. When he arrived home, he fond he family brutally slaughtered. He found his neighbor half alive, but infected with twenty one zombie bites. The old man new he was going to turn, and requested that Andrew shoot him first. Andrew had braced himself, and complied.

Bringing himself back to real life, Andrew casually blasted the head off another of the zombies trying to climb the barricade he had erected. From his vantage point, it wasn't that hard to pick off the idiots. Ask him to prove this and he simply would have pointed to the ever growing mound of bodies. The more he killed, the easier they got up he had realized two days ago. So many bodies were piling up, it was becoming a ramp that the other zombies were climbing.

At least he wasn't alone, at least for the moment. The zombies seemed to ignore dogs, or at least German Sheperds. Andrew's dog, Roxxy, wasliving with him inside the barricade. Now, to get around to the barricade itself. It was atop pretty much the tallest hill in the suburbs. This made for a great vantage point, but also made him easily noticable. The barricade was mad up of just about anything Andrew could gather during the times the zombies laid off. It was also conveniently placed right next to the main road out of L.A.

As such, Andrew had noticed two vehicles heading into the city that day, and both had stopped down near the gas station about three miles into the city. He wondered wha was going on down there. He also wondered why anyone would actually go into this god forsaken city. Now Andrew considered his options, go out of his safe place and possibly die, or stay here and eventually die. Andrew weighed the choices and picked number uno.

Andrew sighed, lookign over at his dog. He wasn't sure what to do with her. He simply decided to take her with him. He pulled the main entrance to the barricade aside, and mounted his go cart. One might wonder why he hand't left in it, but the go cart only went thirty miles an hour, with three hours worth of gas if you went full speed, non stop. He indicated for his dog to hop on and off the went.

[Ace of Hearts™]

Nolan walked around, trying to home in on the voices. They were above him, he knew that much. He heard a clear voices, calling out to him. People were all around him. Great. They'd all steal his water. He snuck around corners and stairwells until he was at least two floor from where he was. The whole damn place was dark as shit, and he was fresh out of a pooper scooper flashlight.

He made his way up one more floor. Step by step, darker and darker. More voices, male and female. He made his way to the hallway he knew the voices came from. He gripped his pistol and duffel bag, not know what was more important, the means to kill, or the means to survive. He heard the Female's voice again,

"Now listen I want you to watch out for me. If I'm not back within twenty minutes, I want you to push that dryer back infront of the door."

"Shit," Nolan cursed to himself, "She's gonna see me."

He looked around, sweating. He found the closest room and ducked in. Just as he shut the door, the other opened. He could only hear her footsteps. Moments of silence went past. Finally, the white noise of no sound ceased, with a high pitch 'Marco' breaking it, followed by 'Marco', again.

"What is she? Five?" Nolan joked to himself.

After he said that, he heard something worse than 'Marco'. It was more moanish.

Nolan pissed himself a bit.

[BallsofIce]

The King had been going a bit crazy, zooming his rust-colored clunker down the road and smashing the reinforced front end of it into any green-skinned staggering ghoul he could see...the sound impact was akin to someone snapping a bondle of stiff uncooked spaghetti, followed by raw hamburger meat hitting pavement. His front-end was covered in coagulated black blood along with arms and ribs, and a number of twitching, moaning ghouls, staring straight at him, but he didn't care anymore. The big-jawed young man had a wild gleam in his eyes hidden beneath his dark, Elvis sunglasses, but it couldn't hide the wide grin on his face. The car radio was blaring "Goin' Home", though in truth, the further west he headed, the further from home he was getting...not that he had one, anymore. He'd killed his home when he pulled that trigger. Home were a collection of brain, bone and marrow against the wall, slowly smearing down to the floor...he was low on shells. How many did he have left? How long had it been since he slept?

"Who gives a shit?!", said King, before breaking into a maniacal chuckle at the joke he'd made. Running on empty soon, but he'd past the LA sign a while ago. His shirt was a blue workman's shirt, and his pants were plain and brown, drab colors for a drab world. The engine sputtered.

"Ohhhhhh, no, no no no you piece of shit, keep going, awww please?! FUCK!"

It came to a full stop, beside an old jeep that was blaring the shittiest buttrock King had ever heard...it made him cringe a little, even as he got out, checking the shells in his boomstick...full. He checked his ammo supply, in his pocket. 15 shells left...an odd number. Shit. He didn't have time to dwell on that now, a big, bloated one gave a sneer and staggered toward him, a large bald one with fat neck folds and chewing a mouthful of what appeared to be fingers, the blood dribbling down his slack-jawed mouth and staining his white wifebeater, but King merely narrowed his eyes.

"Whoah. Buddy, didn't yer mama ever tell you to close yer mouth when you eat?"

Tubby lurched forward. King aimed his shotgun.

"Suck on it, fat boy."

CH-CH-BOOM!

(Elvis Presley's Goin' Home: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJEnWq5k0kk )

[Cloud]

Ryan drove down the road that was caked in blood, the street lights above, blinking red over and over. Ryan hadent put any music on in his car, it was important to hear if there was a large ammout of groans and moans, if there was, he knew to prepare for the worst.

As he drove up into L.A. he heard the sound of his tire rubbing friction on the street floor.

"Seriously? Not now..." Ryan said as he put the car to a stop, before he could unlock his doors and get out to check the tire, a zombie broke through his window and reached in after him.

Ryan fell back onto the passengers seat, quickly opening the glove department and reaching it for the tool that was ment to break your cars window in case of an emergancy. He swung the handle across the zombie's mouth so it couldnt get its mouth anywhere near Ryan. Searching franticly for something to use as a weapon, Ryan rached around the passengers seat and grabbed the axe he had taken from his house and chopped the zombies head in half, the top half of the head slid off onto Ryans lap and the rest of the zombies body slipped out the car window onto the street.

Blood, it was everywhere in the car now, and to add on to all the trouble already the car had a flat. He grabbed the top half of the zombies skull with hesitation at first, but then threw it out the window to land next to its owners body.

Suddenly gun shots could be heard and there was a girl chasing after a boy towards the appartments. I wounder if any of them could help me, after all if they are running back to some sort of hideout or base it would be wise to try and talk my way into joining them. Best to be in groups. Ryan thought to himself before he reached to the backseat of the car and grabbed the Glock 39 pistol and stuffed it in his black and red hoodie pocket, and carried the axe as he ran towards the appartments.

[Cheshire]

Vegas looked around, reaching in to her back pocket and taking out a packet of cigarettes. Walking up to the guy, she pulled one out and put it in her mouth.

"More people huh... what is every living asshole all in this one- oh... right... we are in LA aren't we, home of the assholes who just won't die."

Patting her pockets for a bit, she looked up and shot the man a curious look, "You don't happen to have a lighter on you, do you? I think I left mine back in my car... I know, I know, never leave the car without something, you never know when you'll get back to it, but I may have been drinking..."

Looking around, the cigarette still dangling from her lips, she added "Oh, right, what's your name? I don't really care, but I figure that I should focus on better things than coming up with some creatively insulting nickname for you to use for the next... I dunno, given how long I think it'll take you to get eaten... probably 20 minutes, tops... so... yeah... your name, that's what I was asking."

[Higurashi]

Andrew drove through the streets of LA, keeping one hand on his semi-suto shotgun, the other on the wheel, and his foot to the pedal. You could never be to careful. If you were going into the city these days, you always wanted to keep moving, and if you had to stop, you kept a good weapon or gun nearby. Andrew had to stop now because of a large tree that had fallen across the road. He got out of the cart andf went over to it, kicking it with his foot. He noticed that it moved a little, but he was more focused with the things behind the tree.

As Andrew looked up he came face to face with a particularly muscular zombie. In an instanst, Andrew wipped his gun up, and shot the Zombie through the stomache. The high caliber shot ripped through the zombie, spraying blood and organs on the pavement behind him. Andrew looked frantically around, seeing a practical horde of zombie coming towards the sounbd of the gunshot. He ran back to the gold cart, seeing his dog was still sitting patiently in the side seat.

He lept into the cart, and gunned the accelerator. The cart sped foward at its top speed, somehow bumping over the tree, and continuing on. Andrew looked back, and saw the horse chasing after him. He didn't waste any shots, but threw back a makeshift grenade. It was more of a rather explosive molotov cocktail, but it still worked. Andrew didn't take an exact count, but at least six of the undead bastards went down burning, and several more were set partially on fire.

Andrew kept driving until he neared the gas station, and got out of his cart. He saw an apartment building nearby, but that wasn't his priority. He could see two cars next to the gas station, one still spouting obnoxious rock music. Andrew ran over, inspecting the two vehicles. YES! The jeep still had the keys in it! Upon further inspection, it had a lot of expensive food in it aswell. Andrew looked around, and saw no one. It would be only fair to wait for the owner, but he needed out of this city, and the last survivor he had encountered had tryed to kill him.

He finally decided, and whistled for his dog. She came over obediently, wagging her tail. He told her to sit by the car, and went over to his cart. He took everything his had off of it, including two small barrel like containers of gas. He lugged these over to the jeep, and set them in the back. He then turned off the radio. He picked up the dog and set her in the back aswell, getting into the front seat. He pressed his foot to the accelerator, turning the jeep back to the Barricade, and drove there.

[Ringman]

River turned to the girl.

"More people huh... what is every living asshole all in this one- oh... right... we are in LA aren't we, home of the assholes who just won't die." she said

"Yeah thats LA" He replied

The girl continued to speak.

"You don't happen to have a lighter on you, do you? I think I left mine back in my car... I know, I know, never leave the car without something, you never know when you'll get back to it, but I may have been drinking..."

River took out his lighter and fliped it open, he placed it at the tip of the girls ciggerete. He turned away when the girl spoke again.


"Oh, right, what's your name? I don't really care, but I figure that I should focus on better things than coming up with some creatively insulting nickname for you to use for the next... I dunno, given how long I think it'll take you to get eaten... probably 20 minutes, tops... so... yeah... your name, that's what I was asking."

"You got a mouth on you dont you? Well Names, how about you suprize me. I hope your imagination is as good as your quick talking. As for tweenty minutes from now I will probably be getting my ass to detroit with the other survivors in this building. You can join us if you like but if not that is fine with me, you will be looking at my truck fading of in the distance." He added

"Well is there any more survivors here with you" River said to the other girl who was in the building

[Damonique]

As Joseph's Mustang cruised along the LA byways, he noticed a small gathering of people in the setting sun and headlights streaming from the front of a jeep driving away from them. As he sidled along the road towards the apartment building where they had all been gathered, splattering a zombie across the grill of the classic car as he swerved in.

From where he was he could see about four people. A guy in his mid-twenties talking to a girl around the same age, perhaps slightly younger and then another girl and a guy talking behind them.

Rather then get out of the mustang, Joseph merely skidded the vehicle up beside the group and waited for them to say something.