Zombieland [Mature]; It's gonna be one hell of a ride

[Mysteria]

yumi-temme:

Tannette stared at the boy. He looked really awkward. Fun...
" 'ello. You look a little shaken. Not having a good time yet~?" She teased, leaning against the wall. Nali came from the door and stood beside her sister.

"Pyro, dear, don't harrass the poor creature. It's bad enough lone ranger here is crazed, don't spook him yet!" Nali chastised sarcastically. Tannette put up her hands in mock surrender, then stared at the man.

"Yeah...M&Ms are good. But I like Mars bars. They are way more awesome." Tannette said, looking at her surroundings. Hmmm. Ok, interesting. This was way more boring a place than she thought.
"Rubix, can we go now...? I'm bored..." She mused, leaning on her sister dramatically. Nali patted her sister's head teasingly.
"No, my dear, we just met non-zombie humans. Let's enjoy the moment. Who knows when they could turn, and we'de have to put them out of their misery."

"Yay...More burning." Tanette sighed, her voice a little creepier than normal. Tannette was a Pyro in every sense of the word. Nali didn't mind though. It WAS helpful. And since they would pour as much gasoline from abandoned cars as they could, they were good to go, so their Ford could go for miles...Or in case they needed a zombie quick fix.

"Soooooo...you guys heading somewhere? Or are you just wandering around?" Nali asked, pulling her sister of her.
"And is it just you two...? OR are their more of you?"

[Mysteria]

Serendipitous Bliss:

Picture this:

About mid way through high school, you find out that you pretty much can’t live without something – say, for example, one candy bar a day. Just one, that’s all. So you’ve had one, every day. Since high school. Kind of like a cup of coffee; it’s innocent, simple and to keep you going.

And then some idiot goes and gets himself zombified and you have to risk your own neck just to get a Goddamned Baby Ruth, when the desk in your classroom has a whole drawer full of them. But your classroom is probably swarming with zombified five-year-olds.

So, here I am, stalking a convenience store in the fashion district of downtown LA and fifteen not-very-easy miles from where I want to be, but honestly, I doubt the Hollywood Bowl has as many Baby Ruth’s as I’d like.

“Well, now or never.”

I stand up slowly from behind the overturned Beamer – such a pity, too – and move towards the front of the store. The first few non-zombies I introduced myself to were ok. And then they died. And then they tried to make me a snack. So, I’m not big too on getting to know whoever is left anymore. I just really want to live through this and maybe – hopefully – get my damn candy bar.

The barrel goes in first (I learned that from horror movies) and then I’m supposed to peak my head in there to see if anything is going to make me a meal. Well, that’s the part I hate, but it’s necessary, indeed; my gray eyes scan the inside of the little convenience store, making sure the immediate area is clear. Darting into the building, I press my back to the end of a shelving unit and glance either way, like this was some spy movie. God, I must look ridiculous right now.

Next, I glance into the surveillance mirrors, positioned at the corners of the room near the ceiling. The place is a mess, may I add; there’s glass on the floor from broken bottles and the broken doors of the coolers two isles to my right, there’s liquid mixed with blood, making the floor slick and a various assortment of has been knocked off the shelves onto the floor. One isle to my left, I can see – and smell – a corpse, but the positioning of another mirror gives me a blind spot.

Candy is usually near the check-out, right? So, I dart to the left, away from the wall of drink coolers and that’s when I heard it, that stupid, droning groan. The sound of something dragging across the floor soon joins the groan, just before it turns into a snarl.

Crap. I just want my candy bar!

[Mysteria]

edeekbcool:

After a few minutes i think the zombies got bored and started to wander off, luckily though the sound of a truck was getting closer and soon enough a Ford F-150 pulled up in the car park. Not wanting to get involved i sat in my corner and watched...

Two girls got out of the car couldn't have been older than 20 both looking verry similar in apearance. Wondering if they'd notice me I stayed sitting in the corner. They came over and (un-fortuanately) saw me hiding. Running through the door they started teasing me. aparently i looked "scarred".

I pull the piece of cloth from my hair and slowly stand up i start to say hi but am cut off by a huge red neck bursting through the door, waving a sledgehammer wildly. i slowly sit back down hoping he doesn't notice me aswell, but he just walks over to a box in the cornor and lets out an excited "A HA!"

I stand up again and watch as the redneck gets followed in by a slightly timid looking man who peers into the box, he looks disapointed...

I quitely walk over to where there all standing to see the box is full of M&M's...i go and sit back in the cornor...this is gonna be one hell of an experiance...

[Mysteria]

Angelicwarrior:

Okay, yeah most people would be like "Oh shit we're all gonna die! This is the end of the world and we're all royally screwed!" But, for some reason though I'm not like that. yeah true I am a bad ass ex-marine but still! Does it not seem the least bit strange that I find it amusing to bash some zombie heads and break things!?

Oh well maybe I'm just thinking too much. I mean really I've been driving down this road for two days, I haven't seen a mush-head to kill in even longer; my trigger finger is startin to get a little itchy. You know more the usual. Ah well I guess that is one down side to everyone being a zombie.

As I'm driving I look to the side of the road and notice a girl walking into a store. A zombie maybe?

"What the hell?"

After I stopped my car I got out on leaned up against my car. I don't exactly want to make myself known just yet. No instead I'm just gonna wait right here and see what.....what the hell is she doing!? As I watched this woman I couldn't help but wonder what was up with her.

"It's almost like this woman thinks she's in some spy movie or somethin."

Okay this woman is crazy! No point in sticking around I mean really. But as I thought that a zombie came into view behind her. Not even really thinking I pulled out my pistol and ran in.

"HEY LOOK OUT!!!"

It's about damn time! I think as I pull the trigger and splatter the zombies brains all over the shelves behind it. Seeing the other one basically crawling on the ground I give out a small laugh.

"Lets see here."

A pole, the perfect weapon for this occasion. Seeing it on the ground I pick it up, casually walk up to the zombie, well.....lets just say the zombie now has two new holes.

"You all right?"

I asked as I turned around to face the girl. Oh my god! was about the only thing I could think.

This girl is hot! Okay I just need to act smooth.

"Name's Twenty, you?"

Somethin told me my luck had just changed.

[Mysteria]

Moosh:

Daniel and Bogey cruised for a while, not really bothering to say anything. They didn't know where they were going. The plan had been to find a place to hide and wait for the zombies to all die off (if they would ever die,) but it seemed as if no matter where they went, zombies always managed to follow.

Of course this was a problem, but at the moment they had worse things to worry about. Their car was almost out of gas, and if they didn't refill it soon, they would be (for lack of a better term) completely and utterly screwed.

Fucking zombies, Dan thought, looking as if he were about to fall alseep at the steering wheel. He took a turn, slowing the car in an attempt to save gas. Fucking car, running out of fucking gas...

Bogey leaned out the window, his hair ruffling in his face as they drove along. "Hey Danny, what's a Hollywood bowl?"

Dan shrugged. "I don't know."

"There's a building up ahead that says 'Hollywood Bowl." Bogey said with a hungry smile. If the sign said 'bowl' on it, then chances were it had food to put in a bowl, right?

Dan gave him a look that suggested he had died on the inside. "That's great, Bogey. Really great. And hey, if you happen to see, oh, a weapon supply store anywhere, don't wait to tell me, okay?" Dan fixed his eyes ahead, scowling. At that moment the car made a sound like a dying animal, rapidly losing momentum. "What the hell?"

Bogey bit his lip, poking the gas meter. "We're out of gas, Danny."

Dan snorted and forced open the car door. "I noticed. C'mon, Bogey, lets go check out the Hollywood Bowl, whatever it is."

Bogey grinned, grabbing his parking meter and climbing out of the convertable. "What about the car?" He asked.

Dan stuck his hands in his pockets, searching for his stash of lollipops. "Leave it."

"But I like this car!" Bogey protested, watching his brother walk away. Bogey gave one last look at the shiny, zombie-gut-encrusted convertable before calling "Wait for me!" to his brother and running to catch up.

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Sedalb:

Slipping a few m&ms in his mouth, Canuck addressed the others.

“You kids trying to find a place to stay” he asked, throwing his sledgehammer to the side to free his hand to make it much easier to enjoy his candy. “This here is the safest place in all of L.A thanks to little ol’ me. I’m staying here for one more night though, then you can do what you wish to the place.”

I couldn’t help but ask, “Where are you going?”

“Where am I going? Hell if I know, this is my vacation time and I’m gonna spend it how I wish.” He answered with a mouth full of m&ms.

Vacation? Well I guess he was from Canada, makes sense that he got caught up down here in the middle of his vacation. “So you got stuck here when the zombie virus hit on your vacation?” I restated, “Kinda messes up your trip huh.”

Canuck looked at me with screwed up eyes, “Messes up my trip? Hell no, this has been by far the best vacation I’ve ever been on!” he walked back to his pickup truck laughing at the idea of how a zombie invasion could possibly ruin his trip.

With him gone, it left me with the two girls who looked around my age, and one other guy who seemed he was running from zombies recently.

“I’m Happy Meal…” having just remembered Canuck’s reaction to my name, “But you can call me ‘Happy’ for short. How about you guys?” I asked.

Canuck came back with a large hockey bag filled with who knows what. By the way he was carrying it seemed fairly heavy, and definitely not filled with m&ms. He threw the bag down inside the building, which was in fact the main lobby of the Hollywood Bowl theatre. There he opened it and opened the bag and revealed the contents.

Inside was a vast collection of rifles, shotguns, knifes, sharp sticks, crowbars… nearly anything you can imagine some crazed gun-crazy bank robber would pack. The cowboy grinned as he threw me a box of shotgun shells.

“Before we stay, we’re gonna need some water. Some idiot decided to throw a zombie in the water filtration system in the Hollywood Bowl… so don’t drink it.” He laughed, “If you wanna stay here, grab a gun. If you wanna help me find water… grab a bigger gun.”

“Are these your weapons… or did you find them here?” I had to ask

“Well…” he started, “Those two hunting rifles and pistol are mine. Found these in random empty homes. God Bless America and their right to carry as many ass kicking guns as they please!”

[Mysteria]

splicer407:

Spinner had kept walking and now he rounded the top of the last hill and jumped the fence into the seating section of the Bowl. He walked down the rows, spotting a few dead bodies among them, and finally made it into the building. But where were all the people? He had heard that this was a zombie-free zone... After searching a few of the smaller rooms he arrived at the lobby, where he spotted several people standing there and he darted back around the corner.

After poking his head back around the corner and turning his music down he concluded that these people were non-zombies both by their appearances and the few words he caught from across the room. Spinner made his move out from behind the wall and instantly tripped over a cable lying across the entrance to the hall, causing him to fall to the floor as well as knocking his scythe loose. When it hit the floor it made a huge clatter and came to rest only a few inches away from Spinner's nose.

"Uh... Hi." he said, face still on the floor which, thankfully, was rather clean where he was.

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yumi-temme:

While Tannette was spazzing happily about the weapons, and they're size, Nali looked over at the young boy who introduced himself as Happy meal.

"Interesting name..." She looked toward her sister and sighed at her childness. "I am Rubix, and that is Pyro. Cause I can think outside the box, and her...well, the name is self explanatory." She ended, looking at the Man peeking around the corner.

"Well, your awfully stalkish looking. What do they call you? Creeper?" She asked bluntly, raising an eyebrow in half interest.

Her sister was digging through the weapons excitedly, babbling on about some weapons.

"Cause when we got there, a zombie that looked like Larry Goodborne came trotting out, an arm dangling from it's mouth by an artery! And Rubix and I, Thank God, had just raided a gun shop, that strangely had rubber ducks in there as well, and, anyway, we had this kind of Gun, But it was brown, not gray. And the shells were a bit differrent. I liked it a lot, see, cause the trigger was nice, and therre was little recoil, if any." She babbled, holding up a Remington R-15 VTR in complete awe and amazement.
"DUDE! Where. Did. You. Get. THIS!" She cried happily. "This is like my favorite to use, but a zombie bit my old one, and it totally died! I shall name it...Pressly!" She said, hopping up.
"And if you don't mind, I'll help with the water thing. I'm bored to tears!" She explained, turning to her sister and the man behind the wall.

"I wonder if there are more of us out there~" She mumbled.

[Mysteria]

DayDreamer:

Tch.

Tch.Tch.Tch

Worthless piece of crap stolen vehicles. The trouble with grand theft auto is that you can't get a carfax when you're hotwiring a car you found along the highway. At best, the way this craptrap runs, it would be considered tampering. I could do a decent stint in the good ol' pokey either way. It's funny, isn't it? Zombie apocalypse at hand and here I am, talking about silly things like felonies.

I miss Boston.

I've been driving so long, lookin' for life, fightin' for the same. I've stolen more in the last month than I have in my entire existance. Food, gas, water.. anything I can get to help me survive. I got this gun from a pawn shop I looted a pawn shop in Omaha. Man, those Nebraska zombies are the worst. Very unfriendly group, I must say. Hah, as if there are friendly zombies somewhere, waiting to have coffee and chat.

Tch, hmph, tch.

And that would be the end of my current transportation. Looking around, doesn't seem like L.A. has a lot to offer, more than Boston had, of course.. once everyone I knew was dead.. or rather, undead. I suppose the logical thing to have done would be head back to Louisville and search for the remainders of my childhood, but eh, never look back. So I figure, if I gotta bite the big death chalupa, might as well do it in the most glamourous city in the country. Who knows, maybe with the shortage of actresses alive, I can make it big.

That was silly, don't be silly, Bean.

And I suppose talking to myself isn't silly, oh genius voice in my head.

I didn't take long to decide which building to check first, as I saw a few people heading into a Hollywood Bowl. Well, I hope they have shoes in my size.

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Aiyana Dreamwalker:

~~Cue Morning Suite from Peer Gynt Suite~~

Ah, Suburbia. Calm, peaceful Suburbia...Quiet, clean Suburbia...Suburbia, a place where drama was the only crime. Suburbia, where there are no worries except the height of one's lawn, nosy neighbors spying on you, wondering if that cute guy you like is finally going to ask you out, and the occasional zombie munching on the people from across the street's dog.

//SKREEEEEEEE. Music stops//

Hold the phone. Zombies. Well shit. Ashley Sanders, aka Zephyr, dropped to the ground and rolled behind an immaculate garbage can before the brainsucker could catch glimpse of her. That was close, Dummy, she chided herself. You keep that crap up and you'll end up undead fodder. Or worse, undead. Such pep talks were common for Zeph; she'd be a total jerk to herself, calling herself names, taunting herself, work up her anger, and go ballistic on those undead SOBs.

Ya gotta move fast, turd-for-brains, or else you're gonna end up like that dog. What the hell was she going to do, though? The last zombie she'd killed used up the last of her gas. No gas means no chainsaw action, meaning she had to drop her weapon for the sake of getting the hell out of there. That was a stroke of sheer genius, Zeph. Did you come up with that plan on your own? Get rid of your sole weapon. Yeah, that took true brains, didn't it?

Zeph peered around the edge of the garbage can. A little ways down the block, three or four houses away, a huge freaking, gas-guzzling, sure-to-kill-five-zombies-and-not-even-get-scratched Hummer was parked on the curb. This is your chance, meathead. Screw it if you can't drive. You gotta learn at some point. If you're lucky, you'll take some of them out with you when you inevitably crash.

"Yeah, thanks for that vote of confidence," she whispered. Hopefully someone remembered to leave keys there...

Checking to make sure the zombie was still occupied with its meal, the tiny girl bolted toward the closestshe-could-get-to-a-tank of a car. She wasn't called Zephyr for nothing. What the ex-college student lacked in tactics, strength, and, at the moment, weaponry, she made up for in sheer speed. The girl could run.

As she approached the Hummer, she noticed the driver's side window was shattered. That's going to put a damper on the defense factor, she thought. Zeph almost hurled when she saw inside the cabin. A headless body was slumped in the driver's seat, blood covering the seat and pretty much all the upholstery in the surrounding area. Thankfully, oh God yes, thankfully the key was still just sitting there in the ignition.

With a shudder, Zeph quickly opened the door and threw the decapitated body out of the car. She felt horrible--it was terribly disrespectful to the dead--but it was necessary. She intended to live, damn it. It's not like he's going to be using this car, anyway, her conscience rationalized. If you keep hesitating, that zombie's going to see you, and then you'll end up like that poor loser. Dead. Now go!!!

Zeph shut the door and buckled in, a basic safety measure even she knew, and turned the key. The engine roared to life. Her eyes widened; she had to go, NOW. The zombie's head snapped up. Her time was up. She clutched the gearshift, moving it around til it fell on D, another basic she learned from when her friends once tried to teach her how to drive, and slammed on a pedal. Nothing happened. Nice. That's the brake, Dipstick. You're just full of good ideas today, aren't ya? Yes, let's just steal a car that WE CAN'T EVEN BLOODY DRIVE, MORON!!!!!

"SHUT UP! I'M TRYING!" Zephyr yelled, slamming down on the other pedal. The Hummer launched forward. Only two words could express the euphoria the girl could feel at the moment: HOLY CRAP. Ignoring all traffic signs and signals, Zephyr became a near-flying metal death machine as she drove as fast as she could for the Hollywood Bowl, the only reputed safe spot in all of LA, trying her hardest not to die in the process.