The Zombie RPG - IC Season Thread

[MST3K 4ever]

It's a damn bumpy ride. I don't think I have ever felt so sore in my life. I hack up a small bit a blood.

"Not to good for me Captain."

Kincaid cleans up the blood and begins to feel around Jacob's midsection.

Oh hell...he ain't in good shape.

He says to Jacob, "Take it easy kid."

He then hands the damp cloth to Amanda and says, "Keep him cool and relaxed."

Kincaid writes a note to Peirce that says, "Jacob...going down...internal bleeding around mid-section."

 

[Charlie No-One]

They had been walking for almost half an hour, with Ben whistling softly to the theme of Giligan's Island. Not much had been said between the two of them since they had broken off from the open road and began hiking through the trees in the direction Roger had indicated that the school was. Every so often, they could hear moaning in the distance far away, but other than that, the woods seemed to be almost free of activity. Not even the birds were chirping. Ben was hoping that the trees would be thicker, in case they ever had to outmaneuver any zombies along the way, but considering the circumstances, he was thankful for the cover they had.

"So," said Ben, finally breaking the silence, "seen any good movies lately?"

(IC: Roger Stone)

Roger looked around. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Everything seemed like it was fake; nothing but a dream. Why were the dead walking up and about? What was the explanation? Mark was dead…he was one of them…a zombie! In an act of self defense, Roger had killed his own mentor…his own lover! And now he was intrusting his life in the hands of some guy who ditched his motorcycle so he could walk to some zombie ridden school. Going to the school was a death sentence. Unsheathing his katana, Roger flipped it around, holding it by the blade.

“I’m real sorry about this, but in a choice, I would chose my life over yours,”

The student whacked the hilt of the sword hard onto Ben’s head. Slumping over, the man hit the forest floor. Roger grabbed the motorcycle keys from Ben’s pocket and looked around. There wasn’t a zombie in sight. The blow wasn’t that hard. Ben shouldn’t be out for too long and the area was safe. With one last cautious glance, Roger started his trek back to suburbia.

 

[wiegeabo]

Kincaid cleans up the blood and begins to feel around Jacob's midsection.

Oh hell...he ain't in good shape.

He says to Jacob, "Take it easy kid."

He then hands the damp cloth to Amanda and says, "Keep him cool and relaxed."

Kincaid writes a note to Peirce that says, "Jacob...going down...internal bleeding around mid-section."

A hand sticks out through the rear window from opening to the canvas covering the back of the truck. I grab it as I turn onto a main street. We race past a number of zombies. A few people run towards us waving, but I can't stop. And it's killing me.

I hold the note up to the steering wheel so I can drive and read. And what I read almost makes me crash into a zombie. Dammit! If Spenser's right...the mall isn't going to cut it. I need to operate. At a minimum I'll need to scope him and cauterize the bleeders. And he'll be up in a few hours. At worst, I'll have to open him up. And he could be laid out for days.

Either way, I need a hospital.

"Spenser, get up here!" I shout through the window. He sticks his head into the cab. "Are you sure about this?" I ask, holding up the note. "Because, if you're right, I need to get him to the hospital. Unless the mall has something I don't know about."

 

[JinnSato]

A hand sticks out through the rear window from opening to the canvas covering the back of the truck. I grab it as I turn onto a main street. We race past a number of zombies. A few people run towards us waving, but I can't stop. And it's killing me.

I hold the note up to the steering wheel so I can drive and read. And what I read almost makes me crash into a zombie. Dammit! If Spenser's right...the mall isn't going to cut it. I need to operate. At a minimum I'll need to scope him and cauterize the bleeders. And he'll be up in a few hours. At worst, I'll have to open him up. And he could be laid out for days.

Either way, I need a hospital.

"Spenser, get up here!" I shout through the window. He sticks his head into the cab. "Are you sure about this?" I ask, holding up the note. "Because, if you're right, I need to get him to the hospital. Unless the mall has something I don't know about."

I start to fade... No NO NO!!!
I pull myself out of it. They start to talk about a hospital. Damn it! Madison can't wait. I'm not going to lie to him but there's gotta be something at the mall that can help. Thats when it hits me!!

"The pharmacy at the mall!! In the storage they keep stuff for the Hospital! I worked there last year and it doesn't go off to the Hospital until tomorrow and I doubt it will the way things are looking!!"

A little bit of blood comes out of my mouth.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

A hand sticks out through the rear window from opening to the canvas covering the back of the truck. I grab it as I turn onto a main street. We race past a number of zombies. A few people run towards us waving, but I can't stop. And it's killing me.

I hold the note up to the steering wheel so I can drive and read. And what I read almost makes me crash into a zombie. Dammit! If Spenser's right...the mall isn't going to cut it. I need to operate. At a minimum I'll need to scope him and cauterize the bleeders. And he'll be up in a few hours. At worst, I'll have to open him up. And he could be laid out for days.

Either way, I need a hospital.

"Spenser, get up here!" I shout through the window. He sticks his head into the cab. "Are you sure about this?" I ask, holding up the note. "Because, if you're right, I need to get him to the hospital. Unless the mall has something I don't know about."

I start to fade... No NO NO!!!
I pull myself out of it. They start to talk about a hospital. Damn it! Madison can't wait. I'm not going to lie to him but there's gotta be something at the mall that can help. Thats when it hits me!!

"The pharmacy at the mall!! In the storage they keep stuff for the Hospital! I worked there last year and it doesn't go off to the Hospital until tomorrow and I doubt it will the way things are looking!!"

A little bit of blood comes out of my mouth.

Kincaid says to Peirce, "Yeah my older sister is a doctor, who do you think helped her study for her pre-med classes & med-boards? Peirce Jacob is in bad shape mid-section is discolored and rigid and he is coughing up blood. If nothing else he has serious internal injuries."

He hears what Jacob says and says to Peirce, "We're closer to the mall than the hospital. If we don't get off the road soon the ride alone will do him in. We got to get him in a stablized enviornment and the mall might be the best option right now."

 

[Spike_x1]

(IC: Roger Stone)

Roger looked around. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Everything seemed like it was fake; nothing but a dream. Why were the dead walking up and about? What was the explanation? Mark was dead…he was one of them…a zombie! In an act of self defense, Roger had killed his own mentor…his own lover! And now he was intrusting his life in the hands of some guy who ditched his motorcycle so he could walk to some zombie ridden school. Going to the school was a death sentence. Unsheathing his katana, Roger flipped it around, holding it by the blade.

“I’m real sorry about this, but in a choice, I would chose my life over yours,”

The student whacked the hilt of the sword hard onto Ben’s head. Slumping over, the man hit the forest floor. Roger grabbed the motorcycle keys from Ben’s pocket and looked around. There wasn’t a zombie in sight. The blow wasn’t that hard. Ben shouldn’t be out for too long and the area was safe. With one last cautious glance, Roger started his trek back to suburbia.

Almost an hour later, the man going by the name of Benjamin awoke and gingerly rubbed the back of his head and listened to the groans of pain coming from his mouth. And then it struck him that some of the groans weren't in his voice. As his eyelids shot open, Ben scrambled for a weapon. The shovel! Where the hell was it?! His hand finally met the grip of the solid wood handle as the two stumbling zombies came into focus, staggering towards him without a care in the world that their guts were trailing behind them. Ben might've actually been mildly curious as to how they managed to avoid literally tripping over themselves if it weren't for the sudden onset of his survival instincts.

Grabbing the shovel, Ben jumped to his feet and came into the grip of a third zombie approaching from behind. Where the hell's that kid?! With flawless reflexes, Ben elbowed the third zombie in the temple and pivoted around to bring the shovel, blade first, into its eyes. The creature went down with a soft thump and Ben turned to the other two monsters, bringing the blood-stained shovel up and ready to swing back down again.

The familiar grin returned to Ben's face as he forgot about that little turd Roger and his betrayal, and laughed as he hoped that this fun would never come to an end.

 

[wiegeabo]

Kincaid says to Peirce, "Yeah my older sister is a doctor, who do you think helped her study for her pre-med classes & med-boards? Peirce Jacob is in bad shape mid-section is discolored and rigid and he is coughing up blood. If nothing else he has serious internal injuries."

He hears what Jacob says and says to Peirce, "We're closer to the mall than the hospital. If we don't get off the road soon the ride alone will do him in. We got to get him in a stablized enviornment and the mall might be the best option right now."

Damn, damn, damn! "You're right. He won't make that far." So, instead of taking the left towards the hospital, I keep on straight ahead. Already I can see the mall in the distance.

"I'll still need to operate, and I can't do it at the mall. But at least there might be something to clot his blood. Stop the bleeding, at least for a little while."

We pull into the parking lot and I head right for the parking garage. I hop on the radio. "Jones, Nguyen, when we stop, stay with the vehicles." I get confirmation from them.

"Spensor, I don't think we'll be able to move Jacob. So I'll have to go to the pharmacy and bring back what I need. I could use someone to cover me."

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Damn, damn, damn! "You're right. He won't make that far." So, instead of taking the left towards the hospital, I keep on straight ahead. Already I can see the mall in the distance.

"I'll still need to operate, and I can't do it at the mall. But at least there might be something to clot his blood. Stop the bleeding, at least for a little while."

We pull into the parking lot and I head right for the parking garage. I hop on the radio. "Jones, Nguyen, when we stop, stay with the vehicles." I get confirmation from them.

"Spensor, I don't think we'll be able to move Jacob. So I'll have to go to the pharmacy and bring back what I need. I could use someone to cover me."

Kincaid takes a deep breath.

The last time I covered someone was the raid in Moscow...I lost a good man on that raid...led me to decide to join the Shadow Corps...regardless Jacob needs my help.

KIncaid chambers both shotguns and slips on his back-pack.

He looks at Peirce and just nods.

 

[JinnSato]

Kincaid takes a deep breath.

The last time I covered someone was the raid in Moscow...I lost a good man on that raid...led me to decide to join the Shadow Corps...regardless Jacob needs my help.

KIncaid chambers both shotguns and slips on his back-pack.

He looks at Peirce and just nods.

We make it to the mall. I know this baby like the back of my hand. It's three stories and has a small park and lake in the middle. I look at Peirce.

"The pharmacy is on the 1st floor. Next to the grocery store. Thats at the Food Court."

 

[MST3K 4ever]

We make it to the mall. I know this baby like the back of my hand. It's three stories and has a small park and lake in the middle. I look at Peirce.

"The pharmacy is on the 1st floor. Next to the grocery store. Thats at the Food Court."

Kincaid looks at Jacob and says, "I think we can find our way around. Save your strength and rest up Jacob."

He looks at Amanda and says, "Keep him cool if he starts getting pale with blue lips contact us. Peirce has radio tell Jones or someone to call us."

He glares at Kaleem and says, "Again he dies you're zombie food. I swear it."

 

[Spike_x1]

"Tonight's the night we're gonna make it happen..." Ben hummed the next few bars of I'm so Excited as he finally came out from the wall of trees that he had been trekking through for the last six hours. "...I just can't get enough, and if you move real slow I'll let it gooo!" He opened up his singing voice without a care in the world, ignoring the dried and crusting blood that was staining his jeans and shirt practically from head to toe.

And then it caught his sight. Just as the sun was rising from behind it, creating almost a halo around the building just over the hill. A Mall.

He had been trying to find his way to the school that Roger had mentioned, but he certainly couldn't complain about stumbling onto a shopping mall. Perhaps he'd find other survivors to join up with. It certainly wasn't out of the question, considering the popularity of those movies where people barricade themselves in malls to get away from zombies. Deciding on his course of action, Ben smirked and shrugged his shoulders as he began marching to the shining building in the distance.

"I'm so excited! And I just can't hide it! I'm about to lose control and I think I like it!" As he continued the song, two zombies appeared about a hundred meters away on the grassy hillside.

"Bluuhh," uttered one of the creatures.

"Pfft," scoffed Ben. Everyone's a critic, he thought. Rolling his eyes at his audience, Ben cupped one of his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice and called to the heckling zombie, "I'D LIKE TO HEAR YOU SING IT BETTER, JACKASS!"

 

[wiegeabo]

Kincaid looks at Jacob and says, "I think we can find our way around. Save your strength and rest up Jacob."

He looks at Amanda and says, "Keep him cool if he starts getting pale with blue lips contact us. Peirce has radio tell Jones or someone to call us."

He glares at Kaleem and says, "Again he dies you're zombie food. I swear it."

As Spenser walks away, I glance at Kaleem. "You heard the man," I to both Kaleem and Jones. She lifts her rifle slightly and nods. Then I kneel down next to Jacob and check his vitals again. His pulse is a bit thready. I stand and whisper to Nguyen. "See if you can get him to drink some water. He's probably losing some fluids through the more serious burns."

With that, I follow Spenser to the entrance. We stand there a moment, not knowing what we'll find on the other side. With our luck, there's a horde of zombies ready to flood into the parking lot and rip apart our flesh. But I put my hand on the handle anyway, and Spenser gets his rifle ready. I open the door.

There's nothing on the other side but silence. "Here goes nothing." Spenser covers me as I walk in first, then he follows, closing the door behind him. We take a few steps in silence, straining our ears to hear anything. But no sounds reach us. Nothing human or zombie. At least, not yet.

"So," I say quietly, trying to start a conversation to keep my mind of the possibility of imminent death. "In what unit did you serve?"

 

[MST3K 4ever]

As Spenser walks away, I glance at Kaleem. "You heard the man," I to both Kaleem and Jones. She lifts her rifle slightly and nods. Then I kneel down next to Jacob and check his vitals again. His pulse is a bit thready. I stand and whisper to Nguyen. "See if you can get him to drink some water. He's probably losing some fluids through the more serious burns."

With that, I follow Spenser to the entrance. We stand there a moment, not knowing what we'll find on the other side. With our luck, there's a horde of zombies ready to flood into the parking lot and rip apart our flesh. But I put my hand on the handle anyway, and Spenser gets his rifle ready. I open the door.

There's nothing on the other side but silence. "Here goes nothing." Spenser covers me as I walk in first, then he follows, closing the door behind him. We take a few steps in silence, straining our ears to hear anything. But no sounds reach us. Nothing human or zombie. At least, not yet.

"So," I say quietly, trying to start a conversation to keep my mind of the possibility of imminent death. "In what unit did you serve?"

Kincaid draws a deep breath and says, "I told you I didn't serve in the military."

Pierce just looks at him and Kincaid says, "All-right, I did some time in the SEAL corps, and with the NSA in Delta section. Heard of them right?"

Pierce nods and Kincaid says, "Technically I was in the Delta Section, off the record well let's just say I would be locked up for life if I did those things without the Government's permission."

He chambers a round and says, "If we get out of this alive I'll tell you everything."

Kincaid peers around a corner and says, "Okay I got good news & bad news. Good news the medical supply store is about 30 yards on our left and it looks clear for the moment. Bad news it's locked up. Any sounds will have the zombies here in less than a minute."

He wipes a bit of sweat off of his brow and says, "We're too big for the airvents, and I don't feel comfortable leaving my equipment behind. Maybe it's time for a misdirect. Two flares to our right will draw them out to the right, and then we haul it to the med store and pick the lock. Get in there, close the door and get what we need. Then 2 more flares the other way and we bolt back here. Best I can do right now, you got a better idea I'll listen."

 

[Nightwing]

[IC - Thomas Mullaney]

Thump Thump Thump

Thomas wakes to the sound.

Thump Thump Thump

He picks himself up off his bed. Still dressed from the night before. You know what teenagers are like?! They're rebellious. The smell that drifted through his room this morning, though, wasnt a familiar smell. He was used to week old unwashed socks, or the smell of his towels after he'd shower from playing sports....no see this smell was unnatural.

As he slid off his bed he slipped his shoes on and grabbed the nearest baseball cap he could find and walked towards his bedroom door. He reached for the handle and was about to turn when he heard the sound again.

Thump Thump Thump

It was coming from the other side of his door...maybe a few feet down the corridor. Maybe Sophie was home from school and jumping around on her bed. He checked his watch..13:12? That couldn't be Sophie.

HEY! Whoever's out there you better leave now before I come out there and kick your arse

In truth though Thomas didnt want to leave his room especially if this other guy was bigger than him or carrying a weapon. This gave Thomas an idea. He reached for his gym bag and grabbed the first handle he could.

Ah the trusty baseball bat. For some reason he always felt invincible wielding it.Like the time he cleared the park on his second day at school when the class jock tried to catch him out. What a strike that was...a full 180 degree spin before the ball could even connect with his head and...

Smash!!!!

It was over the science block and way out in the trees. Still, it didnt make him any popular..hell he didnt even have any friends...but it was still an amazing hit.

He was broken from his day dream by the sound of shuffling on the other side of his door.

Yeah thats right buddy. You better run

After a few minutes when everything seem quiet Thomas slowly and quietly turned the handle on his door. He edged it open quietly and peered through to find himself less than an inch away from what looked like a security guard.

The man flew forward through the door, coughing and groaning and spluttering. Thomas jumped back and readied his bat as the guy hit the deck in a massive slumped heap.

Oh man are you alright?

Thomas moved to help the guy up but before he could another figure entered the doorway.

Thomas looked in horror as the figure reached across for him. It wasnt the fact that he was in his house or that he was trying to get Thomas that freaked him out...no it was the small fact that the guy was missing an arm and didnt seem to be bothered that blood was pouring out from the stump.

Thomas took a step back and fell back onto his bed.

The guard took to his feet in a very sloppy way, as if he was suffering from a major hangover. Both figures walked towards Thomas with what attached arms they had,outstretched.

Thomas acted quickly and roll to the left off his bed and lost his grip of the baseball bat. It rolled under the bed and out the other side. He tried to reach it but his heart felt like it was pushing him against the under side of his bed. The bat was out of reach but his bag wasnt. His hand went back in this time he felt metal.

The trusted 7 iron his dad had bought for his first club. To practice with on those long weekends at the driving range.

Now wasnt the time for day dreaming. He rose to his feet and held either end of the golf club like a shield. The two figures didnt even faulter so Thomas pushed towards them. All three lost their balance and Thomas found himself face to face with the armless one. That stench from before was coming from his breath. He could feel his clothes tighten as both figures clutched to try and sink their fingers in. Thomas pushed himself up and grabbed the bat which was now in full view and reach. Both items went in the bag and that was flung over his shoulder. He ran for the door only to hear more noise coming from downstairs.

Damn he was trapped. The two figures started to untangle themselves from the pile on on his bedroom floor. Thomas turned to the window..of course the front door had a roof over it...perfect for using as a step to get to the garden. He ran towards it with his bag held infront of his face, his whole body just forced through the small window. Glass shattered and rolled down the roof along with Thomas. He hit the garden floor with such a thud, the wind knocked clean out of his lungs. He rose to his feet brushing off the glass shards and limped towards the bus stop. He didnt know where he was going or what he was gonna do when he got their but he was safer than being in his house...

Wasnt he?

 

[wiegeabo]

Kincaid draws a deep breath and says, "I told you I didn't serve in the military."

Pierce just looks at him and Kincaid says, "All-right, I did some time in the SEAL corps, and with the NSA in Delta section. Heard of them right?"

Pierce nods and Kincaid says, "Technically I was in the Delta Section, off the record well let's just say I would be locked up for life if I did those things without the Government's permission."

He chambers a round and says, "If we get out of this alive I'll tell you everything."

Kincaid peers around a corner and says, "Okay I got good news & bad news. Good news the medical supply store is about 30 yards on our left and it looks clear for the moment. Bad news it's locked up. Any sounds will have the zombies here in less than a minute."

He wipes a bit of sweat off of his brow and says, "We're too big for the airvents, and I don't feel comfortable leaving my equipment behind. Maybe it's time for a misdirect. Two flares to our right will draw them out to the right, and then we haul it to the med store and pick the lock. Get in there, close the door and get what we need. Then 2 more flares the other way and we bolt back here. Best I can do right now, you got a better idea I'll listen."

I stop and look at Spenser for a moment.

"Hoollllyyy ****..." I can't believe what I just heard.

"S-Special Forces?" I stutter. "I just figured you were...regular military. That you had seen action. But I had no idea..."

I'm still stunned at the realization. But I try to focus on the task at hand. "Listen, you're the expert. And you're plan sounds good. So let's do it." I pull out two flares, and give one to Spenser. "Just hope you paid attention in Special Force lock picking class."

"Ready?"

 

[MST3K 4ever]

I stop and look at Spenser for a moment.

"Hoollllyyy ****..." I can't believe what I just heard.

"S-Special Forces?" I stutter. "I just figured you were...regular military. That you had seen action. But I had no idea..."

I'm still stunned at the realization. But I try to focus on the task at hand. "Listen, you're the expert. And you're plan sounds good. So let's do it." I pull out two flares, and give one to Spenser. "Just hope you paid attention in Special Force lock picking class."

"Ready?"

Kincaid takes a deep breath and says, "Okay hold on for a sec."

He pulls out a thin peice of copper wire, unfolds it and hands it to Peirce.

He says, "All-right this thing should pick the lock. Hold onto it until I call for it. Picking the lock is not going to be an issue. The issue might be if the store has an alarm. A silent alarm we can deal with the cops ain't gonna come here. If it's one of those blasting ones...we're screwed. We might as well shoot each other."

Kincaid pulls out two flares and says, "As soon as I throw these things haul it all the way to the store."

He lights them up and throws them. Kincaid says, "GO!"

The two race to the medical store and notice the zombies heading to the flares.

They reach the store. Kincaid holds his hand out and says, "Wire! Great they got an alarm."

He starts to mumble, "Don't look at the zombies, work the lock, work the lock."

He looks up at Peirce and says, "Got it! Hold your breath!"

Kincaid opens the door and says, "All's quiet get in there!"

The two men dive in the room and close the door.

He says, "All-right lets get moving."

 

[Catman_prb]

Jack Raven
​

It'd been a mediocre party, with mediocre music, mediocre dancing and mediocre girls. However there was some quite good sex after. God takes with one hand but gives with the other. So Jack lay in a drunken stupor, moaning occasionally. He woke to find his girlfriend leaning over him, groaning.

"Already, Mary-Anne, honey? It's only 3 in the mornin'," he muttered.

A thin line of drool dropped from her mouth onto his chest. Jack opened one eye. ****, Jack thought.

He rolled between her outstretched arms. She turned around and stood up in her skimpy nightdress. The flesh was hanging off her arms, and her eyes looked dead.

He backed away, and she stumbled and bumbled towards him. Jack fought the urge to scream. He'd seen worse stuff, after that spliff that Tommy Mason had given to him last February. Was it drugs? He hadn't touched anything last night. Mary-Anne continued to aproach him.

He backed up against the wall, and started feeling around for something he could use to defend himself in case things got freaky...-er. His hands fell on his Junior High baseball bat, which hung on the wall. He grabbed it free, with a couple of pulls and turned to Mary-Anne.

She was incredibly close now. He could smell the rotting flesh from where he stood. Her outstreched arms came towards him. He swung the bat in a wide arc, that connected with her neck knocking the head off.

"Sorry hunny, you were never that good a lay," he said putting the baseball bat down. He ran over to the window and looked outside. Why the hell had he bought the apartment with the view of the cemetry. 'Cos it was cheap.

He picked up his battered rucksack, and flung his rack of rusty kitchen knives, and after a bit of thought his saucepan too. He stuffed a pack of bacon in, and his crappy old laptop. He placed his last six-pack in there with the upmost care, before picking up his baseball bat and heading outside, trying to see if he could remember how to hot-wire a car.

​

 

[Nightwing]

[IC - Thomas Mullaney]

Thomas ran towards the bus stop. It was still light. He glanced at his watch again. 13:18. Wow only 6 minutes had passed from the bedroom to his current location. Seemed like hours. He neared the bus stop and slowed to a jog. All he focused on was getting to the stop, little did he realise the whole area surrounding him was silent, little did he realise the smashed windows or bloody footprints on the floor, and little did he realise he would never walk down this road again.

The air was damp and almost stale. He choked slightly as he inhaled a deep breath. He tried to fill his lungs again after his tumble from the roof. As he got to the stop he took a few seconds to sit and gather his thoughts...this was when he noticed it.

It wasnt the 4th of July day parades gone wrong this was something entirely different. The cars of his neighbours sat in the driveways untouched. The front doors a jar or even torn off the hinges. He glanced back at his own house....the front door wasnt even there. It lay in a splintered ruin on his garden. From the doorway emerged the security guard and the armless attacker from his room.

As he looked at them he noticed their lifeless motion. Could this be zombies? No he'd seen the movies but thats all they were...movies.

He wasnt up for taking chances though. He looked a little harder at the guard. The mall. This guy worked at the mall which meant if he wasnt in it then maybe no other zombies were. It was a dumb thought but so was the idea of zombies. He looked down the street in a hopes to see someone or something. No bus was coming that was for sure.

Sod it. He thought he might as well make a break for it. The movies usually had the most activity at night. Maybe this was true, if so he'd be safer in the cover of sunlight. But how long would that last. He could make it on foot to the mall in about 3 hours or less if he met someone else. He didnt want to take a car 'cos well to be honest he couldnt drive. And the last thing he wants is to either kill someone who isnt already dead or wind up in a ditch or tree,trapped, and a sitting duck for the you-know-who's.

The air was back in his lungs..well the most part that was actually clean. He rose to his feet and ran down the road. Hoping that he didnt run into anymore of these things on the way.

[OOC - Im now on foot making my way to the mall. If anyone decides to drive and wants to give me a lift feel free]

 

[Spike_x1]

Ben

As Benjamin was casually humming a Frank Sinatra tune to himself, he lopped off the head of a zombie that stood in the way of the front entrance to the mall and carefully worked a sharp splinter of bone he had picked up on his hike between the frame and the door. After a brief moment, an electronic buzz sounded and the door automatically opened. Standing in the now open doorway, Ben turned around to see the crowd of zombies that had quickly accumulated around him. "F**k off, Grandma!" he yelled as the blade of his shovel buried itself into an elderly woman zombie's temple. Before more of the zombies could get within arm's reach, Ben planted his foot in Granny Zombie's neck and pulled the shovel out. Whistling his impression at the size of the mob that was heading to the newly opened door, Ben backed inside the mall and forced the door closed, shoving the shovel underneath the door to jam it shut. "F**k those a**holes with a crooked broomstick," he scoffed as he absentmindedly picked up a large wrench out of an abandoned toolbox laying on the floor at his feet. Jeez, nobody picks up after themselves anymore, he thought as he curiously walked into the dim, unlit women's undergarments section.

 

[Catman_prb]

Jack ran down the staircase of his apartment block, swatting at the occasional horror with his now battered baseball bat. They looked just like the Zombies out of his video games, and movies. So he guessed the best way to defend himself was to try and knock their block off.

Eventually he reached the set of garages at the bottom of the apartments. One of the locks was rusted through and all it took was one swift kick from Jack to knock it off. He pulled up the door to the garage and stepped inside. The cobwebs hung heavy around him, and there was a pile of gardening tools in one of the corners. Set in the middle of the space was a jet black pick-up truck.

Jack noticed a heavy shuffling behind him. He turned to see the previous owner of the truck stumbling at him, arms out-streched.

"Ugh"

"****," Jack said backing away from it. He pulled out his baseball bat and ran at the zombie, smacking it about the head with the bat. So he was rather pissed when the bat broke in half. Bollocks he thought. He turned and ran with suprising speed towards the corner with the garden tools. He grabbed a shovel and turned.

The momentum, combined with the shovel, shattered the zombies skull. He turned back to the pick-up truck, and lifted the bonnet. He wondered where the best place to hide would be, as he started disconnecting and reconnecting wires. the mall, he thought as the car rumbled to life, And if theres no one there, at least there'll be some beer...somewhere.

 

[Nightwing]

[IC - Thomas Mullaney]

Thomas jogged down the road at a steady pace.There wasn't a sound to be heard..not even a bird in the sky. Thomas expected in this kind of atmosphere it would be raining but it was one of the most glorious days he'd ever experienced.

As he kept going he decided to just slow down a bit and take it all in. The thought had crossed his mind that maybe he was the last survivor. The peace and quiet was nice. To be able to relax and not have anyone talk to you,to tell you what to do,it was amazing.

The sun was creeping slightly to his left and pushing the shadows out to the right but not by much. As he looked into the sky he thought he might see planes...just some indication that he wasn't alone. As he stared into the sky he got some kind of flashback of the plane journey when his parents had moved them to America. He sat by the window,sulking,where as Sophie was excited and wouldnt stop jumping..

SOPHIE!!!!!S***!!!!!

He didnt want to be alone now....He had his little sister to think of...was she back at the house or at the school?Was she in danger?He looked at his suroundings and realised he was only a few miles from the school. He figured he'd check there and if not then he'd make his way back to the house. That guard was hovering in the corridor for a reason.

He started to run this time quickening his pace....All that matters to him right now wasnt his safety...it was his little sisters'.

 

[Catman_prb]

Jack Raven
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Jack drove down the road in his stolen pick-up truck. He'd bundled all the gardening tools in his back for..."safe keeping". As he was driving he noticed a figure jogging in the middle of the road. He swerved towards it, determined to add another point to his Zombie Kill quota.

"SOPHIE!!!!!S***!!!!!"

Jack slammed the brakes on, as the figure started running down the road. He drove up alongside him and rolled down the window, and stuck his head out.

"Hey buddy. Ya need a lift?"
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[Nightwing]

[IC - Thomas Mullaney]

As Thomas ran full sprint down the road a car came skidding to a halt next to him. The driver rolled the window down.

"Hey buddy. Ya need a lift?"

Thomas seemed shocked. Another survivor. In a car. This had to be too good to be true. He scanned the truck. Didnt look like much but it was working and there was someone driving it. The driver looked around the same age.Although totally different. This guy had long hair and baggy clothes. Kind of a cross between a skater boy and a hippy.

That would be great thanks

The guy looked in shock

Well ill be damned.First Zombie's...now the british.I swear this day gets wierder by the second.Name's Jack,Friend.What's yours?

Thomas....Thomas Mullaney

Well Thomas Mullaney..Where you headin in such a hurry?you need to mellow out more my friend.

I was heading for the mall but i need to go to the school to see if my little sister is ok

Jack looked abit disturbed by this.Maybe he'd lost loved ones.Or maybe he was the sort who only looked out for himself...but if that was the case why was he offering Thomas a lift?Thomas didnt ask.

The conversation kinda came to a halt as Thomas jumped in the passenger seat. Jack whipped the truck into gear and they made their way.

You know if you hadnt shouted out back their i was gonna run you down...just to let you know

Jack gave a grin as he turned to the road again.

Thomas didnt know whether to be grateful or not by that statement. He just sat in his seat and watched the world fly by....fires were lit everywhere,cars abandoned,blood stained hand prints on windscreens.It looked like something out of the movies but it wasnt....this was real.And somewhere amongst it all either alive or dead his sister and parents were in it.

He just hoped he could reach Sophie in time.

 

[Catman_prb]

[IC - Thomas Mullaney]

As Thomas ran full sprint down the road a car came skidding to a halt next to him. The driver rolled the window down.

"Hey buddy. Ya need a lift?"

Thomas seemed shocked. Another survivor. In a car. This had to be too good to be true. He scanned the truck. Didnt look like much but it was working and there was someone driving it. The driver looked around the same age.Although totally different. This guy had long hair and baggy clothes. Kind of a cross between a skater boy and a hippy.

That would be great thanks

The guy looked in shock

Well ill be damned.First Zombie's...now the british.I swear this day gets wierder by the second.Name's Jack,Friend.What's yours?

Thomas....Thomas Mullaney

Well Thomas Mullaney..Where you headin in such a hurry?you need to mellow out more my friend.

I was heading for the mall but i need to go to the school to see if my little sister is ok

Jack looked abit disturbed by this.Maybe he'd lost loved ones.Or maybe he was the sort who only looked out for himself...but if that was the case why was he offering Thomas a lift?Thomas didnt ask.

The conversation kinda came to a halt as Thomas jumped in the passenger seat. Jack whipped the truck into gear and they made their way.

You know if you hadnt shouted out back their i was gonna run you down...just to let you know

Jack gave a grin as he turned to the road again.

Thomas didnt know whether to be grateful or not by that statement. He just sat in his seat and watched the world fly by....fires were lit everywhere,cars abandoned,blood stained hand prints on windscreens.It looked like something out of the movies but it wasnt....this was real.And somewhere amongst it all either alive or dead his sister and parents were in it.

He just hoped he could reach Sophie in time.

"Sooo..." Jack said thinking of something to say to the only other person he'd seen alive today. "You've got a sister?"

"Yeh, mate, i do. What about you?"

"Nah, not me. My parents split before they could have another kid, then my mam topped herself," Jack said calmly. He was aware of the awkward silence this statement always made.

"Beer?" he said jerking his head towards the backpack in the back seat.

"No, thank you though,"

"Don't worry bout it. Soo...is everyone you've seen today, erm..how to put it...not quite...alive?"

 

[Nightwing]

"Sooo..." Jack said thinking of something to say to the only other person he'd seen alive today. "You've got a sister?"

"Yeh, mate, i do. What about you?"

"Nah, not me. My parents split before they could have another kid, then my mam topped herself," Jack said calmly. He was aware of the awkward silence this statement always made.

"Beer?" he said jerking his head towards the backpack in the back seat.

"No, thank you though,"

"Don't worry bout it. Soo...is everyone you've seen today, erm..how to put it...not quite...alive?"

[IC - Thomas Mullaney]

Unfortunately yeah, it was wierd...i woke up and found someone in my house missing an arm and for some reason it just never clicked what was happening until i'd thrown myself out of the window. My dad is gonna kill me for that.

I wouldnt be too bothered mate.....chances are he's dead.

Thomas looked in shock at Jack. How could he say that? His family were survivors. He didnt want to believe it. Jack quickly realised how insensitive he'd come across.

Dude..Im sorry....I.......

There was silence as Jack tried to rummage for an apology.Thomas turned and faced the window. He gazed out as he thought about his family. He was determined more now than ever to find his sister.

The truck continued down the road for a further 20 minutes before Jack pulled up to the curb.

Here you are buddy boy....listen im sure your sister is fine.Just take care in there dude...id hate to have to smash your skull in too.

He gave a smile as Thomas jumped out of the passenger seat. His hands were already starting to sweat as he faced the derelict looking building. He reached over to his bag and took one of the clubs out of it. He clutched onto it like it was the only thing precious to him in the world,his knuckles were white from the grip.

He made his way into the school grounds. A stench of flesh rose from the floor as he made his way tip toeing past all the bodies laying there. He daredn't touch any of them incase they were just laying dormant. His heart was pounding before he even reached the main door. Sweat formed on his forehead and started to run down the back of his neck too. He stood at the front door and pushed it slightly. It gave a soft creak as it swung open.

Thomas nearly threw up from the smell and sight he saw in the main reception area. Teachers and students lying in ruin,lims missing or torso's ripped open. This was the worst sight ever. He glanced briefly at the bodies,telling himself in his mind that none of them were Sophie. At this point he was right.

Bang Bang

Thomas spun around to see the front door shut quickly behind him. Damn wind. Hottest day but still a through draft to scare the crap out of him. He'd seen the films though so he shouldve expected that. Although his mind was elsewhere in here...it was on his sister, and the horrors he was standing over.

Another sound got his attention coming from a little deeper into the school. A slow dragging sound. He made his way slowly towards its point of origin. As he neared he found it coming from a class room. He peered slightly round the corner to see someone or something dragging the top half or their torso across the floor. Luckily it was facing the other way and so didnt notice Thomas slip past the doorway. He came to another room which looked like a staff room. Teacups and chairs littered the floor along with a large amount of blood. He walked in and noticed out of the corner of his eye, a shape slumped behind a chair. As he neared he spoke very softly so as to not startle anyone...or attract that thing in the other room.

Hello?

There was no response from the body but something else reacted. A muffled moan came from the cupboard at the back of the room. The doors were twitching as if ready to burst open. Thomas crept closer and with an outstretched arm, hooked the golf club around the handle and flipped the door open.

All of a sudden the school filled with an ear piercing scream. Thomas saw a woman fall out of the cupboard clutching something. Her hands were covering her face and shielding what looked like a body.

Thomas realised who it was.

Sophie!!!!!

His sister looked up to see the best thing she'd seen all day. Her eyes were red with crying.

Thomas.

She ran and hugged her big brother. A feeling of relief lifted off his shoulders as he wrapped his arms round her

Its ok im here now.

The teacher stood and looked at them both...She smiled but only briefly as a look of fear ran across her face.

Thomas saw this and spun round to find two zombies nearing them all. The teacher backed away to the wall behind the cupboard. She screamed as the figure slumped originally behind the chair had become animated and risen to its feet. They were surrounded. Thomas tried to find a way out but it was no good. He went to raise his club only for his arms to fall weak. He lost his grip and the club bounced out of reach. All he could do was back away. He'd come all this way for his sister but couldnt save her.

He hugged her and shut his eyes waiting for what could be the end.