Resident Evil: Crimson Dawn

[Red Mage Black]

'Welcome to Carran Park' the wooden sign read as it fell to the pavement. The town had been in a panic for weeks. The dead roaming the streets feeding off the flesh of those stupid enough to wander the streets without some sort of weapon. Even the mayor was starting to lose his cool, saying that he wanted people to stay in their homes until the whole thing was over. People didn't listen. They knew it was suicide to stay inside.

Those things don't care who you are, where you live, or where you work. You're food to them. It won't just be one of them that tries to get you, no it'll be a whole swarm of them. I've seen what happens to the people that get caught, it's horrible. Hearing their screams is enough to make you go insane.

I've heard of them, have you? Survivors, people with the will to survive are gathering up their things and fighting back against the zombies. Not everyone expects them to survive of course, no one is perfect.

It's dawn, it looks as if blood has been spattered across the sky. Some people sleep and see if they survive to a new day. Some stay awake in hopes that someone will come and rescue them.

As for the survivors... well... this is their story. Welcome to Carran Park.

[Armored Bishoujo]

Melanie Branford was different than most children in her class, or perhaps even her own grade.
No, it wasn't that she grew up mostly on her own. There had to be other kids who literally raised themselves.

It was that she was still alive.

When she came home to find her father still in his construction worker uniform with outstretched hands, a gaping mouth that constantly bellowed out stinking fumes, and a rather notable set of toothmarks on his bloody right leg, Melanie departed from her house, likely to never return.
She considered going to the house of her babysitter, a young blonde with probably less than no brains named Christy Sutton, but promptly abandoned that plan when seeing her snacking on a prone body baking in the middle of the road in broad daylight with some of the 'changed' neighborhood kids. Melanie couldn't see for sure, but Christy's neck was bent at a nasty-looking angle.
That left some friends from school, who likely had too much trouble of their own, and her mother who hadn't returned from Feast Your Eyes, a strip bar just at the edge of the small red light district. She'd never make it on foot. Not alone, anyways. There had to be a way to get there, though.
There was a dead dog chained up to the house she was near. Melanie wondered how long it took for dead people to forget they were dead and start moving again, but figured it wasn't long at all. The dog wouldn't take long to rise. Melanie needed to get out of these open areas somehow, and considered where to run to.

[Massacre]

"Rrrraaaauuuugggghhhh..."

(It was something that had started gradually, but escalated into some very dangerous proportions. At first, there had only been a few, and Jake was alright with that. He knew what they were and how they functioned. They were zombies, the walking dead, and he was from Pittsburgh, the origin of all zombies in media. Not this "Brains! Brains!" nonsense, but the real zombie horror phenomenon. A few zombies weren't scary to a collected mind. He'd helped deal with them. However, the situation was out of control. Where had they all come from? There were so friggin' many now. When he went back home, he knew he couldn't stay long. Nobody lived in his house besides him, but to be in your own house meant that you were trapped. If enough of the undead suckers came, you were penned in without a prayer. That was why Jake took a number of things with him. Actually, alot of things. The zombies were in the many, but they were still stupid. Jake had a load of distractions in his pockets...aside from carrying weapons concealed in his coat. So now, as he went out, he decided to play this the safe way. He started to make his way back to the city. He needed to get on high ground, and maybe find more than a sword, a knife, and a handgun.)

Jake: I wonder if there's actually anyone alive around here...

[Squishy Cheeks]

DAY 1:

Jim gripped his shotgun as if his life depended on it, it did. Fat lot of good the flexible baton rounds (bean bag shells) did. He was running for his police cruiser. The call had been for a riot, a riot was not what he had found, he found a massacre. The victims, the perps, it was all the same. Something he was not prepared for. He fumbled with the keys. He found the key and stuck it in the lock.

Something hissed in a nearby alley way. Jim paused for a split second and his hand left the keys, and he pumped the shot gun. A loud shriek eminated from the dark alley, all Jim saw was a green creture of teath and huge claws leaping his way with lightning agility. He reacted in that split second firing the lead filled sack at the creature. The shot connected knocking the creature out of the air and into a brick wall. Jim quickly unlocked the door. and pumped the shot gun with one hand. He threw the door open as he heard the moans of the assailants getting closer. The creature hissed again. He looked at it rise. It was reptilian, like a cross between an aligator and a human. It's arms ending in razor sharp claws. He fired again hitting the... Thing with another bean bag round, this time between the eyes. The creature slammed back into the wall and fell again.

Jim grabbed the keys and leapt into the car throwing the shotgun into the pasenger seat. He slammed the door behind him and fumbled with the key in the ignition. A loud thud on the roof told him the reptile thing was on the roof. He started the ignition and the sirens roared to life. A claw pierced the roof of the cruiser, narrowly missing Jim's head. He heard the creature shriek. He reached for his service pistol, a glock .22 He fired four shots into the roof in a diamond pattern hopeing to hit the creature in a vital spot. He put the car into drive and floored the car.

"Car 22 requesting immediate backup! I have a hostile on the roof of my car, dispatch respond!"

Another claw pierced the roof. He looked up to see a reptilian eye staring down at him. Jim Swerved wildly trying to buck the monster on the roof of the car. He accelerated to 60 miles per hour down the oddly deserted down town streets, avoiding the occasional person, in what appeared to be animated death.

"Dispatch respond, I am under attack!" a group of cars on fire blocked his path. Jim slammed on the breaks. The sudden loss of momentum slammed Jim forward into the steering wheel knocking his breath away. The creature however splattered nicely across the asphault as it was thrown from the roof. Tattered and torn the creature continued to roll and tumble into the car fire.

Jim struggled for breath, hearing only static on his radio.

[42PETUNIAS]

Crouched between two garbage cans, concealed from sight, Scotty cursed his inane stupidity. "Great fucking idea. Loot the houses, make some money for your fucking dirt poor family. I mean, what danger is there? Only fucking hordes of motherfucking ZOMBIES!" He slammed his head against the metal trash can, then froze, hoping he wouldn't attract attention from a nearby prowler.

You see, Scott Orr wasn't like the living dead that pursued him. He hadn't been besieged in his home by horrors so frightening that death itself was his only escape. He had chosen this. Scotty, living in the impovershed town Grimsby, just north of Carran Park. He and his friends had heard about the zombie chaos going on, and in a cross between teenage bravado, and wanting an escape from the terrible lives they had led, they decided to go and loot the houses of the rich. At first it seemed like a good idea, free money, no law to stop them. One of his friends, Big Jim, had even taken a pistol from his ex-military Dad, a Desert Eagle. They figured that whatever came at them, that would stop it.

But when they came to town, they hadn't counted on there being just so fucking many. After sneaking into town in the early morning, they had been ambushed. There were far more than they had expected. They thought they would encounter single zombies, but immediatly surrounded by at least 20 zombies, more than Big Jim could handle, he had only a loaded gun, no extra clip. Regardless, none of this helped as Big Jim was the first down, frozen in a state of horror, then brought down by the corpse of a boy about their age, at 16. Scotty fled instantly, defenceless, he sprinted down the street, only glancing back at the corner, to find a lone zombified man following him. He looked around for a weapon-any weapon, only finding a chain about as long as two armslengths. he picked it up, hoping it would be an effective weapon, then as the zombie drew near, apparently unaware of his weapon, swung it with all his might across his face. The heavy iron crushed against the skull, knocking the zombie down, then Scott started to back away quickly. The zombie rose, almost unfazed by the pain it must not have felt, it continued on, but much slower. Scott sprinted again, hoping he wouldnt find another zombie around the corner. He ran down the first alley he saw, then nimble climbed the chainfence at the end, then dived into a corner, almost completly hidden by the trash cans on either side. He breathed out, almost unbelieving about the events he had just seen. There he huddled up, not taking his eyes off the crack from which he could see, looking intensely for danger, unable to take his eyes away for fear of attack.

[Red Mage Black]

Outside the crack Scott could see the reptilian creature fly across the pavement accompanied by the screeching of a car. However, just yards away, a group of zombies closed in on Scotts location.

Jim heard a group of moans coming from the behind a chainlink fence. The zombie who had been persuing Scott banged on the fence in a fruitless attempt to catch its prey. It turned around to see the police car. Seeing new food it changed its course towards the car. Someone had spraypainted on a nearby sign. It read, "Abandon all hope ye who enter here."

A few blocks away Melanie could hear the sound of a car screeching to a complete hault. Behind her a few more zombies followed. Their moans grew louder as they drew near.

Jake being the closest, watched as the body of the mutated creature grinded on the pavement past him. It had barely missed him by a few feet. Chunks of the creatures flesh tore off as it skid over the pavement.

A recording played once more. It had been repeating at the same times every day for the past week. "Citizens of Carran Park. Remain in your homes it is the safest option available. Anyone out after dark will be assumed one of the undead and shot on sight. Again, this is the mayor, please remain in your homes until further notice. Thank you for your cooperation."

[Armored Bishoujo]

Melanie had wondered when the voice that played had been recorded, but suspected it was long before this town met with its current problems.
"I'd go back home, but daddy's hungry and mom's not home to cook anything."
She didn't like joking about it. After all, her father had died, and the babysitter as well as some of her schoolmates. Her mother? Yeah, she was probably dead, too. But the joke made her feel a little better. Not okay, just a little better.

She decided to find out about the noise from the screeching car. The population of flesheaters, while in control, were pretty spread out, most of them confined to the houses until they somehow figured out how to use doors or break through the windows. Even though it was relatively tame, the situation wasn't going to get better and Melanie needed to get somewhere safe or just plain safer, now if not sooner.
She wasn't the fastest runner in school, but she was faster than any of the creatures that were trying to get at her now. And off she went, proceeding towards the sounds she heard, wondering if she'd be able to save her mom, or even if she could get out of this mess herself.

[42PETUNIAS]

(OOC: I'm going to assume that you meant the whole group of zombies went for the police car for the moment)

Scott exhaled loudly, relieved that the zombies were gone for know, yet he knew that he was far from saved, and that he had to move. Grudgingly he got up, but then fell to the pavement, his legs shaking too much to support him. "Theres no way Im going anywhere in this state" he spoke to himself. He then lit a cigarette, quickly finishing it. He then tried to creep to the police car hoping the zombies that had approached it hadn't killed the cop inside. With only a chain for defense, Scotty knew he'd need help, and hopefully some weaponary.

[h4x.m4g3]

Brian was pissed, very pissed. Everyone else had gone home, after that freak had shown up on site. The living dead, it seemed impossible but no he had to stay, reliving it over and over in his mind. It snuck up behind them alone, fortunately. Brian had done what came natural and slammed his sledgehammer into its stomach, forgetting about the revolver tucked into his belt. It grabbed John by the leg and bit him. Brian remembered his friend and co-worker's scream as its yellow teeth sunk into him. He raised his hammer and brought it down on the creatures head, which subsequently exploded in a ray of red gore.

So here he was still on site when he heard the moaning again, and saw them. This time not alone but a whole swarm of them, more than he could take out even with his revolver. They were still a good distance away, and he saw his way out. He climbed up the scalfolding and onto the steel beams that would've formed the skeleton of some school's new library. He moved quickly across the beams his experience in his field finally paying off, and made it to the roof of the main part of the school. It was lucky for him those stupid things couldn't climb up the way he had.

After running across the roof he found a fire escape on the other side he could descend from, and none of the undead in sight. Since then he's been on the streets, avoiding the things when he heard the explosion.

"Abandon all hope ye who enter here, how appropriate." he said to himself.

[Aerozord]

Blood splash across the brain covered road as Nicholas slid the blade down into the zombie's skull only making it to the nose. "Crap I need to get better at this." He twisted the blade abit and sliced diagonally right below the ear, removing a rather large chunk of its head. "Well atleast its like all the games and movies. Remove the head and the creature dies. Still..." He flicked the sword to remove the blood before resheathing it. The ground had quite a few corpses, some were his doing others were their's. "13 rounds left. I had better find some more if I want to get out of here alive."

However it wasn't long before he saw something in the distance. A little girl, and she was running. True he had yet to see the zombies move quickly, but he was no fool and lifted up the gun as she approached. "Hey kid! You human!?" for her sake, the answer had better come quick.

[Armored Bishoujo]

"Yeah, I'm human! Please don't shoot, I'd be a waste of a bullet!"
Melanie found it odd that she would respond to the gunman that way, but encountering a gun pointed at her chest took her off guard. She brought down her left arm that she was trying to shield her face with and figured what he was doing in this area.
Clearly, the monsters hadn't completely taken over the whole town. There were still armed civilians capable of surviving during the initial insanity. She didn't expect to encounter one so soon. She wasn't sure if she should rely on him. Besides, she might slow him down from wherever he's trying to go. Still, she wasn't in any position to stay by herself.

[Squishy Cheeks]

Current time:

Jim sat behind the wheel of the police cruiser. Another of the frog/lizard things had tried to grab a ride. This time Jim remembered the seat belt. A group of zombies was approaching the car. Jim did a count.

I've got a full clip in my pistol, 2 baton rounds left in the magazine, one box of shells, that would give me a full reload of live ammo, and one spare buckshot, and my special surprise. They aren't grouped so that excludes that option. 20 of them, I might be able to get them all. To risky.

It had been several days since he saw another living person. Still Jim hoped there were some. He learned early that the sirens weren't a viable method of getting attention. It drew to much of the wrong kind. Soon he wouldn't have the security of the cruiser either. The needle indicated fuel was running low. The last time he fueled up he was almost over run by a pack of what he hoped where rabid dogs, but he knew to be something far worse. The claw marks on the door and hood attest to that.

He shifted the car into reverse and looked back as he stepped on the gas to get himself out of there. He munched on the stale remains of a donut. He picked up the box the morning of the outbreak. He had rationed them quite well these last few days.

[Aerozord]

Appon the girls responce he slung the weapon over his shoulder. He was abit suprised that the first fellow surviver would be a small girl. He doubted she would be of much help but was better then nothing. Besides if she was left alone she would probably join the horde at some point and he wasn't the type to let innocent people die. "Well best to stick together I suppose. At the very least its an extra set of eyes." Already he had begun walking towards the business distric. "Come on, we better get some supplies."

[42PETUNIAS]

Scotty slowly crawled to the corner, hoping that the large horde of zombies he had seen a minute ago had left. He raised himself up at the corner, then slowly peered around, hoping that the police car he had seen was still there and alive, and praying that who-or what-ever was in there could help him. Scott quickly saw the group of zombies, their attention focused on the police car. He breathed in a sigh of relief, but knew he'd have to ge the cop's attention, there was no way he'd run through a group of zombies that big, plus, seeing a figure come running at him, the cop might take a shot.

To attract the cops attention Scott started waving frantically, then waving his lighter high in the air, hoping the cop would see the flame in the near dusk.

[Armored Bishoujo]

"Yes, sir!" Melanie saluted and focused on keeping up with Nicolas. She wasn't sure if she could actually help him. If she tried, it was possible she could find a way out of a sticky situation, or maybe things he can use. Besides, if she remembered correctly, they were heading in the general direction of Feast Your Eyes. It was still a long way away from here, and Melanie had doubts that mother was still alive.

[42PETUNIAS]

Just then, Scott saw the car start and start towards him. "Thank you jesus." he whispered. Scott wasn't religious, in fact, he was somewhere between agnostic and atheistic, but then again, you never know if someones up there listening. Then he noticed that the car wasn't heading for him, it was heading down the street. Right past him. Scott could even see the cop eating a donut.

"MOTHERFUCKER" he shouted, then quickly covered his mouth as the zombies slowly turned towards him. "SHIT" he screamed, as he booked it down the street in the same direction that stupid cop had gone, the zombies giving tireless chase behind him.

[dementedmongoose]

Michael had heard about the chaos in Carran Park, but he'd also heard about the museum in Carran Park with a Hope Diamond exhibit. So he struck up a deal with a chopper pilot to drop him in the city, and pick him up forty eight hours later. Sadly, though, the chopper had been attacked shortly after landing, and, if not for Michael's M-4, he'd be dead. The chopper pilot wasn't so lucky, though. Michael had managed to escape the airfield, and make it to the museum. Uncertain if he'd be able to get to the diamond or not, Michael decided to treat it like any other job. So he snuck in. When he finally saw the diamond, Michael carefully cut the glass open, eased his hand in, and plucked the diamond up. As alarms went off, Michael bolted for the doors. Finally making it outside, Michael was pleased to see that the police force was preoccupied somewhere else, and couldn't waste time on a petty diamond thief. Taking a moment to examine his prize, he dashed it on the concrete, where it promptly shattered, proving him right. "Cut #*&#ing glass!"

At which point Michael learned something about Carran Park, and about zombies. Sound travels, and very well. Zombies can hear, and key to sound. So Michael unshouldered his M-4, flipped it to burst fire, and took a knee, popping off rounds at tight zombie clusters.

[h4x.m4g3]

"Damn" Brian said as he saw the cop car peel out, heading away from him. The living dead following the fleeing vehicle. "There goes my ride..." for the moment they looked like they were gone, now Brian's only option was to do what he came here for. Gripping the hammer in one hand, he began to climb the fire escape, proceeding slowly, until finally he reached the window to his appartment. He tried to open it only to find it locked "Shit, so much for subtlety." he sad as he smashed the glass pane of the window with the hammer. Moving quickly he located his used box of bullets (GM determined amount, [note: he wasn't carrying any extra ammo previously, just the six loaded]) and an extra belt he could use as a makeshift harness for his belt. Then proceeded to head back for the window.

[Aerozord]

Finally they got to a department store that he recalled had hunting supplies. There were only a few zombies, however he noticed a few were already dead. Err...re-dead? 'No' he thought 'wrong game'. But a bad feeling fell over him as he rushed to the hunting section. As he feared, most of the guns and ammo were gone. In fact there wasn't a single round made for his gun. Luckily a shotgun can use a shell of any smaller gauge. He ever found a few rounds with slugs. In total he got four slugs and eight buck shot (giving him 21 buck shot). He gave a smaller version of the vest to the girl and gave her three of the slugs and one of the buck. "If you find a knife or anything else you could carry please do."

He grabbed a few snacks and tossed them to her as he began setting up a few alarms. "So tell me, were you going to any place in particular when I found you? Oh and while your at it, knowing your name would be nice. You can call me Nick."

[Squishy Cheeks]

"MOTHERFUCKER!!!"

The police car came to a screetching halt. He saw a man with a lighter. He flipped the car into drive and darted towards the man. He drew his pistol to be safe. and opened the window a little bit.

"Still living, sir?"

[42PETUNIAS]

"Yes, yes, ohhh, thank you man, i thought you didnt see me and i was going to die and i'd become a zombie and... thanks... can we just get the fuck out of here?"

Scotty climbed into the car, and shut the door, locking it. "Thanks so much, i thought i was dead for sure, I don't even have a gun, only this length of chain." he paused "I shouldn't even be here you know. I'm not from town, I just thought i could make some money if i looted some houses, I didn't think it would be... like this. I don't know why i'm telling you this, i mean, you're a cop, i guess that there are... bigger things... to deal with." He finished. "I'm Scotty Orr by the way."

Edit: (OCC: my guys 16 by the way, i think calling me sir and a man is pushing it a bit), shouldn't have moved the car, so i fixed that

[Massacre]

(He'd heard the sounds of a vehicle coming by, fast. It didn't sound totally in control. In fact, it sounded like a real mess, so Jake took caution in finding out what it was. The next thing he knew, something approximately humanoid, but not human in the slightest, flew right by him across the ground, out of control. The one that had sent it was a police car. Heh. Figures that the police would still be out. It was their civic duty. That mutation... It was much worse than a zombie. It was...the fast and the furious of animals. He went over to it, carefully. This was the sort of thing you didn't fool around with, so he had his gun out. The monster was, for the moment, not moving very much. It was dazed, confused... Jake wasted no time. As he approached, it sensed his presence and stood up, hissing and snarling. But because it was wounded, Jake got off two shots before it could move, and put it out of its misery. Only problem is...the sound attracted guests...)

Jake: Oh....shit.

(Eh heh heh heh heh... And look who just bailed out? The cop. The cop sped off, donut in hand, just as Jake was turning around to book. As he DID run, he saw another guy cursing out the cop, and then, miraculously, the cop turned and came back for the guy. Only thing was, and Jake wasn't expectign this QUITE so soon... MORE ZOMBIES! Looked to be about twenty to his...chasing-many. So, what he did was...back off a sec, signalling that he'd be right back, and then pulled out his superball. Throwing it, he bounced it off of one of the zombies to lure it, and its friends, away from the car, making a loud ruckus that was, basically, insane. From there, he ran off to get away from them...and found the OTHER group of zombies coming. Well...good thing it was a wide street. Jake went from one side of the street to the other, near some flames, and then rushed past the very EDGE of the 20-zombie group, shooting twice at the nearest on to kill it. From there, he made his way back to the police car, trying very hard to keep his breath as he spoke.)

Jake: Oh yeah. Alive, armed, and being chased by zombies. Can you give me a lift to somewhere with more guns? I've only got twenty...one bullets left and I'm not a perfect shot. Little help?

OOC: Edited because I forgot about the other group of zombies.

[Squishy Cheeks]

"Well, in regards to ammo, I have good news and bad news. The good news is I know for a fact the Downtown Precinct's armory is still fully stocked. The bad news is that's because you'd have to be suicidal to try to raid that place alone, that's where I picked up my last hitcher, the one I splattered on the pavement a few minutes ago. I Suggest we avoid the down town area as a whole. Also we need fuel."

Jim pointed to the glowing picture of a pump. "We got probably a half gallon left, best guess."

[42PETUNIAS]

"Well," Scott said, "there can't be zombies at every pump in town, plus, you two both have guns and know how to use them. I'll volunteer to try and fill it up if you'll watch my back." He hoped that his youth wouldnt make him look stupid to these men that had saved his life.

[Armored Bishoujo]

Melanie used the lull in activity to catch her breath and help Nick to the best of her ability.
"My name is Melanie. Melanie Branford. I was kind of hoping to go to Feast Your Eyes."
She thought it was likely this "Nick" had already gone to the place before. "Maybe you know it? It's a strip club my mom works at on the far other side of town."

She knew explaining her desired destination was stupid before she even introduced herself. Nobody could survive getting there on foot from where they were, and the more chaos Melanie saw, the less she believed there would be a vehicle or bicycle to use. "But I guess I'm just trying to get out of this town. Mom wouldn't want me trying to run through all those things outside just to get to her."

[Aerozord]

After setting up a simple alarm system he took a seat with some food. "Naw, I'm not a fan of strip clubs. I'm not the most sociable person not to mention I hate the smoke. Besides that most places you have to be 21 because of the drinks they serve. I however am only 20." In all honesty he highly doubted she would have made it. Places like that are often dark and crowded. Not to mention the people aren't exactly focus. Zombies would have had a feast. But at times like this is best to remind her of whats the best chance for her to see her mother, rather then how unlikely it is.

"Best bet is to just make it out of here. You can meet up with her on the outside." But then a bad thought crossed his mind. 'I really hope this town was the only one infected.'

"In any case lets set up things for night. I want to get some sleep before we head out again"

[Armored Bishoujo]

Melanie wasn't tired at all, but figured it would be easiest for the both of them if she just did as he asked. If his makeshift "zombie alarm" worked as intended, they'd know when zombies would probably get inside the store and they could find another way out.

Nick likely wanted her to find a weapon that she could use. The zombies were slow but that didn't mean she could defeat one and especially not a group. Not even if she had a gun. Still, she might find something to hold for his use.

She was the best in her field at Hide 'N' Seek. She always had the most eggs after the Easter Egg Hunt. Mother and father needed Melanie the most when it came to finding things they misplaced, such as the car keys and the television remote. And now, she was hunting weapons, ammunition, and just about anything someone might need to survive in this nightmare until they could somehow escape. If there was a knife, a gun clip, or something like that in this store, then Melanie was the perfect candidate to finding it.

[Squishy Cheeks]

"Fire arms and gas fumes don't really mix, but it's worth a shot."

The trio drove down the black to a rundown service station. Conch Oil (don't want to get sued by my old employers) The station was dead. A haphazared attempt was made to board the windows. There appeared to only be some undead in the area roaming. Jim was first out of the car he popped the tank cap.

"Fill it with premium." Jim said. He scanned the area with his shot gun. He sighted a group of zombies. coming in from the north east

"I've got hostiles spotted. They're going to take a minute or two to get here. See if you can raid the store for some drinks and food."

[42PETUNIAS]

"Ok," Scotty replied, and started to fill the tank, "I'll go in to get the food, you two should keep watch here. I don't mind going in alone, you two would obviously help out the town more than some poor-ass kid." Scott started to walk in the direction of the store. "Is it okay if i smoke? I know its a little dangerous around the tanks, but im jittery as hell, and in our situation, i think not being able to keep a level head is worse."

[Massacre]

Jake: Oh lovely...

(That was Jake's only remark of importance, setting the mood of general piss-off-ness from his end. You could deal with any situation, provided you were mad at it. Take things in stride and deal with them without them overtaking you and you're fine. That's what allowed Jake to do something like out-pace zombies just to get a free ride. Having been taken on a little trip, the plan was simple. ((Ha.)) They would go in and get the gas - and maybe other stuff - and get out. Where to? Well...somewhere more secure, for starters. The cache of weapons was out. That's where the lizard-boy came out of. So...they headed for this place to gas up and...)

"I've got hostiles spotted. They're going to take a minute or two to get here. See if you can raid the store for some drinks and food."

"I'll go in to get the food, you two should keep watch here. I don't mind going in alone, you two would obviously help out the town more than some poor-ass kid. Is it okay if i smoke? I know its a little dangerous around the tanks, but im jittery as hell, and in our situation, i think not being able to keep a level head is worse."

(Jake was just pulling out his gun again as he heard that. His reaction was immediate.)

Jake: No. Do not smoke, and don't you dare relax.

(Nevermind a fire... If he relaxed, he was a dead man for sure. You had to have an active mind in this place. Slip up stupidly and you die. Period. Now then, this place... The Conch was a smalltime station, not like a BP or anything. Of course, Jake preferred a station that wasn't owned by any companies, because people-owned stations don't suck. They run 'em their way and not with fake smiles and whatnot. However, this place would see no smiles now. In fact...)

Jake: Take note the beginning of Land of the Dead. There's always one left behind in the store.

(And with that, he joined the cop in the Battle of the North-East. Jake took careful aim at the frontline of zombies, firing. He got the side of a head, enough to tumble the corpse. It fell. Others tripped. This was a process that worked. He fired at heads because he knew all the fictional secrets of the undead. Shoot 'em in the head. Even when he missed his target, someone from behind took it and went down. Jake was trying to keep track. Was that five or six bullets he fired, punk? Well, either way, this clip would be out soon, so his other hand went for his pocket while the cop did his thing.

[dementedmongoose]

Michael cracked off one last burst before he ran out of ammo. Rather than put a new clip in, he shouldered the rifle, pulled his pistol, and stood, slowly advancing toward the remaining zombies. When he'd finally dropped the last one, Michael popped a new clip into each gun, and advanced down the street, pistol ready.

Sighting a department store advertising hunting supplies, Michael slipped in, hoping to find some weapons. Unfortunately though, Michael set off a very loud alarm. Deciding that he'd rather not risk trouble, Michael slipped on his suction gloves and climbed under an escalator, faint popping noises sounding as he climbed until he was in the corner just below the top.

[h4x.m4g3]

Brian looked out at the city in front of him, pearing past the buildings in front of him, as far as he could. He had to plot out his next move, but with so many unknowns he had no ideal what to do. Were the police still funtioning, was there a safe haven or shelter anywhere, what was it like outside the city? Brian had no ideal what to do, he had seen his best friend attacked by these things, the guy he grew up with, hell Brian had been the best man at John's wedding. For the first time in years Brian had no ideal what to do next, and worst of all he was alone.

'Ok think clear, what do you know?' Well these things apparently die for good when their brains are smashed in, they opperate mindlessly, lunging for the nearest target, they don't seem to understand how to use a ladder, or a door, and they're slow.

So best option is to stick to the highground, stay off the streets. Unfortunately that's not going to be possible, building layout just won't allow it. So, gonna have to avoid them on foot. A vehicle would be ideal, something that could plow through them, weren't they clearing land on that site across town for the new shopping center? They should have some heavy machines over there, maybe a bulldozer. But what about keys, and locks? Doubt they would just leave em in there. Where would they keep the keys? Probably locked up in that little trailer the foreman stays in.

"Well its better than wandering aimlessly." He mubled under his breath as he began to descend the fire escape to the nearly empty streets. "Good thing they chased that cop."

[Tarrin]

The blower valve shot off again it's hipitched gush exiting the car as Styx pressed the clutch sliping from fourth gear back to second.
Forty miles per hour was a bit fast to be taking the corner and Styx knew it, however even if the large group of zombies hadn't been reason enough to hurry him up that large goddamned flying lizard was.

Normally Styx could handel the speed he was travelling, normally taking a corner at that speed woulden't be that hard, this wasen't normal infact about halfway around the corner Pyro the only other member of the krew that had been alive before that flying lizard had swooped in and shot off with him anyway, well that partner of Styx dropped from the heavens and splattered all over the Evo's window.

Screaming his head off Styx lost control of the car and plowed into the wall,he was brused and cut when he awoke, only seconds he figured seeing as no zombies had reached him yet, it was the pain in the back of his dead that caused him to turn slightly and notice the back of the car was on fire.

"Oh Shiiiiit" was all he got out before Styx grabbed for his backpack and shotty, now normally a fire in the back of an Evo isn't that bad, a fire in the back of an evo that had twin tanks of Nos in it however was an entierly different situation.

Styx hauled ass out of his beloved car and started running as fast as he could.
The explosion hit him from behind and he was throwen into the street as parts of his evo was scattered around him.

Moments passed as he waited for any more explosions to happen, satisfied that the car had finnished he got up and decided that the rather large noise of the car might have gotten the attention of a zombie or two, at the worst case mabey even that damn lizard, needless to say Styx ran for his garage and the reletive safety it provided.

[Squishy Cheeks]

Jim took aim and fired a bean bag into the torso of what looked like a former doctor. He took aim again and fired into the incoming crowd. He took out his pistol, and started to back to the cruiser.

"Hurry up! You've got 30 seconds!" He pumped two rounds into a zombie mumbling 'itchy tasty.'

[Aerozord]

After a few minutes Nick had gathered some tools and began making some home-made explosives, ie pipe bombs. He was really happy about the high strength acid he found. However after a few hours and a light nap his make-shift alarm sounded. Grabbing a near-by mirror he checked over the counter.

"w-what is that?" It was a zombie, but this one was different. He could tell it wasn't as slow as the others and it seemed to have...claws?! "Crap, this thing looks like a challenge. But I should be able to handle" then his heart sank as he noticed even more zombies coming. They were the normal variety but complicated things alot. He nudged the little one awake. Figuring its best not to wake her with explosions.

Once she was awake he told her to be ready to run. The zombies more or less ignored the propane tank covered in burning cloth that just rolled by them. "See simply shooting it would do little." He smiled and stood up, gun at ready. "But rapid decompression near an open flame is a very different story." He fired and shortly after release the gas exploded. The mutant zombie wasn't as slow witted as the others, or slow footed HOLY CRAP was his first thought as it actually ran towards him. Quickly he fired, one, two, three before finally getting the head.

He was actually shaking. As a rule he is composed, but that was completely unexpected. From now on he knew he had to test these mutants more before attacking. After a few deep breaths he re-loaded. "I cant let myself be flustered like that again. I used far more shots then I needed to."

[Armored Bishoujo]

Melanie nodded quietly as Nick explained things to her, though it was an effort through her ringing ears. She had a feeling that she was helping him out just by being there to hear him talk. Luckily, she had also found something for him, or she think she did.
After the lull in the action, she produced a box of seven shells that looked like they might go to his gun. They were on a body that had a bullet wound in the head. Oddly enough, this body was not that of a zombie. Melanie guessed that maybe the guy got shot during the looting riot, either by accident or on purpose.

[42PETUNIAS]

(OOC: Damn, i had my whole post typed up yesterday, but then the internet crashed and i lost the whole thing. I sort of rushed this one, so it isnt going to be quite as good.)

"Land of the Dead? That some sort of zombie movie? Get real man, this is serious." Scott ran into the store, hoping that Jake's stupid movie crap was wrong. He entered the store, quickly looking around, thankful that the shelvig was only about shoulder high, giving him a view of the entire store. Scotty let out a sigh of relief, seeing nothing that could harm him. He quickly ran over, grabbing a few plastic bags and a backpack from one of the shelves. He started jamming them full of food, snacks, bottled water, beef jerky and energy drinks. He heard a skittling sound, turned quickly, but saw nothing across the tops of the aisles, but then he paused noticing a display for first aid kits, knowing one would come in handy, he rushed to get it, not wanting to put the group in extra danger for taking too long. After he grabbed a couple, he started back to the door where he had left the bags, but froze when an enormous hairy spider dropped to the floor in front of the door. "Shit." whispered Scotty, then started backing away, only to see the taruntala leap forward a few metres, then it spat a god of acid at his leg. Scott clutched his shin, feeling the searing pain, then sprinted down an aisle, ignoring the flashes of pain he felt everytime his leg came to the ground, the spider giving chase in the aisle adjacent to his. He needed something to kill it before it could spit on him again. Suddenly, he realized what to do, and looked at the aisle around him, being an independant store it was just cheap and light metal shelves. Quickly, he drove his shoulder into the shelf, tipping the shelving directly onto the knee-high spider, driving it to the ground. The spider lay there, twitching, most of its legs crushed.

Scott then grabbed the bags, then a box of fireworks just in case they could be useful, and ran out, hoping that Jim and Jake had held the line while he was in there.

[Aerozord]

After grabbing the ammo he got up. 'Those things must have been what got the others.' "Ok my gut is telling me its a good time to go. So lets get a move on." In all honesty he would rather take a more offensive action. But with the little one he wasn't sure he could risk it. Obviously the places with the most zombies would still have the most weaponry. But right now his top priority was her. "Ok from here we will head straight for the river and get you across."

[dementedmongoose]

Michael saw the propane tank go up, and he felt the heat tear into his skin. Fortunately, though, the escalator took most of the blow, and Michael was more or less unscathed. Unfortunately, the wind from the blast was enough to knock him clean off the shiny metal. Slipping his gloves off, Michael unslung the M-4, checked the clip, flipped it to single shot, and began working toward the door, figuring he'd get there at the same time as the other shooter(s?).

[Massacre]

BANG! BANG!

Jake: Lousy Son-of-a-bitch doesn't know his damn movies? You can learn alot from that-

*Click!*

Jake: Shit...

(His clip had run out, so he removed that and pocketed it. Why in the pocket? Because in a world of chaos, small things can be very important. An empty clip that finds its way to a bunch of loose bullets can become a full clip. Also, it makes for a decent distraction when thrown. Now, however, there was a straggler as the cop backed up without warning. Ah whoops... Jake held up on pulling the second clip, and pulled out that wicked sword of his instead. He began to slash at the upper-chest and head of the zombie.)

Jake: A man...that doesn't pay attention...to his movies...can't learn anything from them!

(He'd opened the throat and the chest, then deeply gashed the face, pulling out an eye. Finally, the last swung split open the head and brains gushed out. Nasty... Then, Jake moved back as the cop fired more and reloaded his gun, noticing the other guy hobbling out. Looks like he'd been hit with something that sizzled. A venom of some sort, maybe...)

Jake: Idiot! Didn't I tell you? What the hell happened? No, nevermind! Get inside first so we can get out of here!

(He made to get inside himself so that their driver could hustle.)

[42PETUNIAS]

Scott grabbed the gas hose and pulled it out, leaving it hanging, then he jumped into the car, holding back a shout at the extreme pain. "Lets get the fuck away from this hellhole." Scotty then took out the first aid kit, and started to pull his sweatpants that had almost been grafted a little to his flesh.

[Tarrin]

The explosion echoed thru the streets, Somewhere off to his left another explosion was heard,
"Either someone can't drive or there's more of what i don't wanna run into there" Deciding the latter Styx continued on his original path towards the garage.

Two blocks away he shot down a side street and climbed the rope he had setup, from here on he and Pyro had destroyed all the fire escapes so no zombies could access the only way into the garage.

A few minutes and alot of jumping later he was ontop of the Garage, looking around he could see a few deadites wandering the street, pulling up his deckchair he settled down and tipped out the bag he had saved, tins of tuna, jars of pockles, and an assorment of other things tumbled onto the chair,
shaking his head "man Pyro had the majority of stuff this'll last only a couple of days" sighing he repacked the food and went inside to pack it all away.

Entering the top lvl Styx entered the security room and hit the big button, slowly small screens came to life, these showed all entrences of the garage the original owner obviously had a few breakins and that had givin Styx's Krew a way of checking their home.
Satisfied all the entrences were secure Styx made his way downstairs Shotty held at the ready, Afterall he was fairly safe but he wasn't stupid.

[Squishy Cheeks]

Jim had kicked the gas hatch shut. The driver's door was open. Jim dented the face of a zombie with the butt of his shot gun, and leapt into the seat slamming the door behind him. He started the ignition.

"Everyone in?"

[Armored Bishoujo]

Melanie considered Nick's plan, but decided she wouldn't have anything to do with it. She didn't know who she would be sent to live with if both of her parents turned out to be dead, but knew the life she enjoyed living would be over. If her parents were going to die or were dead here, then Carren Park might as well be her grave, too.
However, it was a possibility that Nick would only go after her if she tried to get to Feast Your Eyes on her own, and she didn't want him dying trying to keep her alive. She would help him if she could, then try to make it to the club once Nick put her at the river and they departed.
Melanie nodded and stayed close to Nick, repeating in her mind the street address that she picked up in a nearby phone book. She was resolved to escape this city with her living mother in tow, or not at all.

[Massacre]

Jake: Yes, I think we can leave now.

BANG!

(Jake was already inside the car by the time the cop was even asking about it. He also had the good sense to keep an arm out ready and waiting with his reloaded gun, thus keeping da' dead boys in check. You can't have them wandering up, after all. That zombie was at a pretty close range, so Jake got it in the throat. A nice shot that had its head sag before snapping off the rest of the way from the weight.)

Jake: And by "now", I mean, "Will you just get going already?!"

[Squishy Cheeks]

Jim put the cruiser into drive, put the peddle down. a couple of zombies fell underneath acting as speed bumps as Jim pulled into the road and started putting distance.

"Let's see if we can find a safe place." Jim turned into a parking garage. He drove to the top. on the fourth floor. The area was deserted, no cars no debris, no hostiles in sight.

"We can take a breather I guess." He took out the box of ammo from his jacket and began to reload his shot gun.

[42PETUNIAS]

"Oh" Scott gasped in pain, "A fucking taruntula was in there, and it spit this acidic stuff onto my leg. JESUS this hurts like a mother." He opened the kit "Either of you know anything about first aid and acid burns? I sure as hell don't."

[Red Mage Black]

The parking garage wasn't all that abandoned. Hungry eyes watched the crew as they seemed to be stuck in the stone building. A faint light had shone through some rubble, a long shadow was cast over the car as scaly creature stepped on to the hood. It reared its head back and made a loud screeching noise. Meanwhile, from the ceiling, a heavy breating noise was heard. A long tongue swept past one of the windows.

The sound of hissing and heavy breathing was heard closing in on the cop car. (Hunters (??) and Lickers(??))

Meanwhile, as Styx felt safe where he was, a hidden enemy was lurking. The sound of footsteps grew louder and faster. Soon came the sound of two people. They were closing fast and time was growing shorter for Styx. (Crimson Heads x2)

Brian had been wandering by himself for a while. It all seemed rhythmic as all the zombie moans in the distance went together. But just as he turned around the street, a window smashed open, the undead flying through it. Almost as if it were unharmed it stood itself up and made its way to towards his new prey. (Zombie x1)

[dementedmongoose]

Michael saw the shooter he'd been pursuing... Well, was he really pursuing them, or was he just moving in the same direction? Digression, dangerous thing. Anyway, it was two people. A man with a shotgun, and a girl. When he finally caught up with them, he flipped back to his pistol. "Carran Park, America's fun place. Yeah, right."

[Tarrin]

Styx had made it downstairs and hit the generator, a few lights flickered on and slowly grew in power, walking over to the place he had setup as a kitchen he unpacked the few scraps of food he had saved.

Out of the corner of his eye Styx saw movement, spinning he reached for his shotty....Nothing a vacant space was all that was there.
"i'm getting too jumpy" Styx said aloud, mainly to reassure himself than for any other reason.

A spanner hit the floor and Styx ducked down, peaking around the makeshift breakfast bar he scanned the room and saw nothing, "Nothing my ass" Styx could feel the adrenalin starting to pump thru his body, Stepping from behind the tin he slowly made his way into the middle of the room.

Footsteps echoed thru the building more than one set but how many he couldn't be sure, Styx scanned the stairway, knowing that is place was now not safe leaving was a good idea, Movement again and Styx let off with a shot, plaster shattered as the round blew a chunk out of a pillar.
Another movement and once again a shot rang out, this time Styx's ears were met by a thwap of flesh being hit by solid shot.

Smiling Styx settled a little and started backing up the stairs, Then bursting out of the inky blackness of the shadows the zombie like creature charged at Styx blood dripping from the stub where it's arm had been only moments before, "shiiii" the rest of the word was lost in the roar of the shotgun as three more bullets burried themselves into the charging abomination.

The creature dropped and Styx breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to continue up the stairs, he had taken only half a dozen steps when he heard a groan behind him, turning the body he had just blasted had rizen and was moving up the stairs and was gaining speed as it did so, Styx did the only thing he could think of doing in this case he ran.

[The SSB Intern]

(OCC: hi everybody)

"I am so fucking awesome!"

...were the words that Zachary kept repeating in an attempt to motivate himself to take his forehead out of crotch.

Zachary Quail was, in the light of recent events, not in any way fucking awesome. The first day in the outbreak, Zack went out to assert himself as the "hero" of the disaster. Eager to do his first heroic duty, he found a young attractive woman and her 3-year old daughter being chased by a small group of the undead. "Piece of cake", he thought as he readied his nail gun.

BLAM
WAHHHH!

A ray of sunlight splashed on his face in that moment, blinding him while his thin finger squeezed the trigger. The child scremed as chunks of her mother's brain and chips of her skull rained upon her.

"Oooh, that's bad." Zack thought he should leave while the zombies took the easier meal. As the days dragged on, it became increasingly apparent to him that shooting zombies and banging chicks was a lot harder to do than B-list movies made it look.

Which leads us to his current position: locked in his bathroom, his head between his knees, opening up a can of coke and like 2 pints of Morgan's to help him endure the wait for something to come and save him or devour him.

[42PETUNIAS]

Scott sprayed some antibactierial stuff onto the burn and hurredly bandaged it, "This should keep it from getting infected, i guess" he said. Scott then swallowed a couple of pills out of the bottle of asprin he had brought, "And i think this should help with the pain." He then proceded to wash it down with an energy drink.
A faint light had shone through some rubble, a long shadow was cast over the car as scaly creature stepped on to the hood. It reared its head back and made a loud screeching noise. Meanwhile, from the ceiling, a heavy breating noise was heard. A long tongue swept past one of the windows.

"SHIT! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?!!!" Scott screamed as he huddled at the back of the car, trying to hide behind Jim and Jake, and hoping that thing wasnt too dangerous.

Edit: (OOC: ... is this rp going to continue? it sort of ended pretty abruptly)

[The SSB Intern]

(OOC: What's going on? Why no new posts?)

Zack waited. And waited. And waited.

I can't just sit here forever. I'll go insane with boredom.

It's been hours since a zombie-like groan. There couldn't be any left out there. Plus, the sandwhiches he had with him taste terrible.

Slowly, he got up, undid the locks, and creaked open the door...

[42PETUNIAS]

(OOC: I dont want this to die either.)

Scott huddled at the back of the car, noticing that Jim and Jake were too frozen with fear to act. He realized that this was the same creature that he had seen fly off the cop car earlier on, and realized that head to head, unless Jim or Jake reacted, the thing would probably kill them.

Suddenly he noticed a crack in the window, and quietly pulled out a firework from the bag, not wanting to provoke the reptile, as it hadnt attacked them yet. He lit it, and shot it off to the other side of the parking garage where it made a loud bang, echoing around the garage, he hoped the hunter would follow the noise, letting them drive out of here.