Zombie Survival roleplay

[Shalashaska]

We had one of these awhile ago and it was basically a kick ass example of literature.

Would anyone be up for it again, without me comnig along like a tool and giving the story too much depth? :rolleyes: (I'm seriously a bit embarrassed by how much I messed that up.)

Anyway, for those of you who weren't around before, the premise of the story is that a zombie outbreak has come along to your city, and now everyone is trying not to die. You can become a zombie, meet up, stay on your own, whichever way the story goes.

So, will we give it a go?

[Ozzylator]

Up for that.

[Insanity BenBoy]

ye ill hav a go

[Shalashaska]

Thanks Ozzylator, and BenBoy, if you're going to do this you'll have to type properly. We didn't accept bad english and punctuation on the other one, and I won't here.

[happy-go-lucky]

Me please, sounds good.

[Shalashaska]

I actually feel a bit out of it for some reason. Not sure how to start. :S

[doctor_fruitbat]

I'm so in.

I think we need to lay some ground rules first; the last one basically morphed into super power central. Is the outbreak for a purely scientific reason, or can there be something slightly more mystical behind it? Are we ordinary human beings, or are there Resident Evil style powers? How highly powered are they, if so? Is there any limit to our status in the world?

[Ozzylator]

I'd like to imagine as much realism as possible - although some supernatural occurrence could be interesting it'd rapidly get out of hand.

[Fezwald]

I'm in, sounds good

Btw what kinda zombies are we talking about, the fast crazy one (28 days) or the slow groaning brian dead ones? (romero - Night of the Living Dead)

[malcolio]

I'm up for it, although I only have a vague notion of what's going on! Would someone mind linking me to the old thread if possible?

EDIT: Nevermind. (http://forums.weebls-stuff.com/showthread.php?t=58732)

[Ozzylator]

http://www.cracked.com/article_15643_5-scientific-reasons-zombie-apocalypse-could-actually-happen.html

Take your pick.

[Smowy]

I'd be up for this, that last one had a post in it last year so I think it's worth making a new one.

[Shalashaska]

I'm so in.

I think we need to lay some ground rules first; the last one basically morphed into super power central. Is the outbreak for a purely scientific reason, or can there be something slightly more mystical behind it? Are we ordinary human beings, or are there Resident Evil style powers? How highly powered are they, if so? Is there any limit to our status in the world?

Oh yes. Strictly realistic-ish. I was new to the forums and everyone somehow followed me lead of a story that was way too complicated.

Either you're a zombie, some sort of military figure, or a normal civilian. We'll all be interecting, and no killing any other characters in your post.

I think I'll go back to my own name of Isino. :D

EDIT: I'd also like it if someone played Dr. Qwerty's role from that last time in starting the zombie invasion.

[Ozzylator]

I think military types would be uncommon in your typical zombie survival.

[Charming]

I'm scared of zombies :( fo' real. But I might join in as long as they don't get too close to me, I don't want to end up in hysterics!

[Shalashaska]

I think military types would be uncommon in your typical zombie survival.

Not in my idea of one. There is generally someone who has military training, whether they just be retired or whatever. But yeah, 2 other things I thought of were that this should be more like Shaun of the Dead than the huge, all over the city thing we had last time, and it should end before it get's out of hand.

It would help if anyone has any ideas for what sort of character they want to be.

[Ozzylator]

The problem I have with most zombie literature is that the main character(s) will always inevitably be mary-sue-type with inexplicable military training/trenchcoat/inappropriate japanese weaponry.

Ordinary people please.

[happy-go-lucky]

Aww but I wanted a trenchcoat :p

But yeah, I think it would be better if it was ordinary people.

[malcolio]

I'm cool with either playing myself (but maybe slightly braver and more quick thinking!) or the mad scientist loon who starts it all. :)

[Charming]

Oh well if it's ordinary people I should like to be the brave-ish, slightly muscular one with lovely culinary skills (basically myself). I'm sure I can think of many versatile ways to stun a zombie with a whisk! If we were going to be a group of survivors I'd probably be providing food but not venturing out to get it.

[Eschaton]

I'd like to join. I've never been an amazing role player but I can hold my own in a story usually. When is this going to get started?

[Ozzylator]

Aww but I wanted a trenchcoat :p

Saddo :P

Charming raises a good point about food. Survival isn't just about fighting zombies.

[Eschaton]

Oh dang. I was actually hoping to be a convict that had just escaped from jail when the zombies started appearing but that would make me a unordinary citizen. And that would also give me gun wielding experience so I guess that's out of the question.

[Ozzylator]

That sounds reasonable. Has there been a zombie movie set in a jail yet? I think that would be pretty cool.

[Iron Lung]

Sounds really interesting, I'll join if it gets off the ground.

[malcolio]

Has there been a zombie movie set in a jail yet? I think that would be pretty cool.Apparently so (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0427848/), but looks like the zombies-in-prison plot didn't work with a low budget and bad acting. :D

[Iron Lung]

Does anybody have an idea when this may accually be started?

[Shalashaska]

Once we feel comfortable and all that. Oridinary citizens are okay, but we don't want everybody to be the same. So how about I make personality types and everyone fills one? I'll leave out Charming's, she can just keep that.

[Ozzylator]

I've got my own character in mind, thanks.

[Shalashaska]

Do you want to tell us, or maybe you could post a paragraph about him to start the thread?

[Ozzylator]

He's just an ordinary teenager not a million miles from myself.

[Shalashaska]

Argh, someone help me get this off it's feet.

[Ozzylator]

Just get your groove on, buddy.

[Shalashaska]

Screw it, start posting your introduction paragraphs. You can use your own username or just a made up name, but if it's really weird the character's shouldn't notice or anything. I'm going to use one of my old Zombie Roleplay names.
Humour is welcome.

Dr Barth examined the cells carefully. He finally had it. Now he could exact revenge on those bastards. With his army of zombies the whole world would yield to his power. 5 people were lined up in a huge chamber in his lab, where he had 3 assistants helping him to keep the procedure going smoothly.
He looked at them all as they gave him the thumbs up, and pressed the button.
A door opened at the side and a figure trudged out. This one was weak, and had little strength, but if he could just be made angry enough, he would infect the other people. Making five precious soldiers which barth could use to make the world his. He scratched his stubble and watched the test zombie, walk around aimlessly. Swearing, he told his assistants to activate the noise. A high piched squeal went off in the chamber, and suddenley the zombie went crazy. it roared and jumped straight at the nearest man, taking a chunk out of his neck. It was not long before the chain of infection was passed on. As the 5 zombies broke through the glass and killed two of his assistants, Barth was smiling. He let the zombies loose: he would control them in time. The last assistant was on the ground, having jumped away from the attack.
Barth walked over to him, hope in the man's eyes.
Which left them when they saw their boss take out a revolver.
"No survivors." he said, and fired.

[malcolio]

Mal Cole (Clever, huh?) rang the bell at the reception desk, waiting for someone to pay for the pizza he was delivering. It was a crap job, but he needed the cash! The laboratory seemed deserted, although he knew some people must be inside from the few cars parked outside.

He rang the bell a few more times, figuring that the receptionist must be having one hell of a bowl-movement to be away for so long, when suddenly he heard an annoying shrieking alarm come from somewhere within the facility. It soon stopped, but after it came several thumps and bangs, all from the same direction. Mal was pretty spooked by this, and would have gone if it weren't for his job. So instead he walked around the reception desk to the room behind it, again nobody there, and on the CCTV monitors he couldn't see anyone in the corridors or rooms of the building.

"Gah, this is silly. Prank or no prank, I need this crap food paid for! And hopefully get a tip..." With that he went to walk down the corridor, but the sound of a gunshot stopped him dead. He slowly turned around, and began to run out of the building...

[Iron Lung]

Bert had been out of a job for a couple months and was now living in a ditch outside of a lab facility. He awoke screaming (he had been having nightmares about is late wife) and slowly calmed himself down. He turned around to see a pizza delivery guy walk into the lab. Seconds later, he heard a dull buzzing noise, silence, then what he thought was gunshots. He stumbled to his feet, shaking as much grass and dirt off of his coat that he could and walked towards the lab.

[Ozzylator]

JP locked his front door and put the keys in the pocket of his jeans. It had been three days since his parents had gone on holiday and finally all the food in the house had run out. He needed to get a loaf of bread, few eggs and some milk or something, maybe a bit of cheese. So to the shops it was.

It was late, but fortunately the bus was 24 hour, and stopped right outside the all-night newsagents opposite those old biochemical laboratories. He got off the deserted bus and strolled towards the shop. Irritatingly and illogically it was shut. The bus back wouldn't be for ages. JP sat down on a bench and decided to enjoy the cool night air. His enjoyment didn't last long.

He noticed a light on, in the labs, which struck him as odd, this late. Then, a gunshot, clearly defined even at this distance, emanating from within the window.

He looked up and down the road. There was nobody about, nor a twitched curtain in any of the flats above the shop. No cars. It seemed he was the only witness to the strange event.

He reached into his pocket and withdrew a fifty pence peace. "Heads, I head in; Tails, I turn tail." He flipped the coin high into the air, caught it, and slapped it against his other hand.

[Smowy]

Chris and his friends were walking home from a long day from school.
"fancy going to that old building and pissing around?" suggested one of chris's mates.
"sure" said another, and it was quickly arranged. Chris didn't want to admit it but he was scared, screwing around near that seemingly deserted building made him nervous. However, he said nothing and nodded when the eyes turned on him
"How about we go now, i gotta go biking in like 2 hours" said a third of chris's friends.

[Shalashaska]

Brushing his coat down, Barth replaced the revolver in his inside pocket and walked to the console. He noticed the two assistants starting to rise, a hand raised for help. Barth coldly ignored them and started tapping on the keys, activating a self destruct on the lab. No evidence. All he needed was one device to control the zombies at the time and...
He suddenley felt quite sick, and his head ached. He fell to his knees, clutching his head, then remebered the syringe. Taking it out, he injected it into his neck and sweet normality was restored. Putting that too in his pocket, he got to his feet.

*2 minutes*

He walked out of the lab and got into his car.

[Shalashaska]

This is a bump, and also to say that anything that isn't part of the story should be posted in purple to avoid confusion.

[malcolio]

Mal ran out of the laboratory, job or no job it was time to be somewhere else. He quickly walked towards his scooter when he saw a guy walking towards him from across the street. He didn't look like a lab technician, or anyone in particular. Maybe he'd heard the noise too?

Mal wondered about going over and talking to the guy, although being British he was reluctant to talk to a stranger, even when guns were being fired. Just as he was about to wave at the guy he saw someone exit the building! On old man in a lab coat walked briskly out of the laboratory and headed down a side street, towards a car. Both Mal and the guy across the street. Now Mal was really confused: should he ask the guy to pay for pizza, ask him about the gun shot, ask him to call the police or make like a tree and get the hell out of here?

[Iron Lung]

malcolio, is the guy across the street Bert? Just asking so I can make a post that makes sense

[Shalashaska]

Okay, also, the above post is a great example of something I don't want to happen. If someone has a great master plot or something that they don't want messed up, they should make a good effort at making sure no one elses plotline gets in the way. I hate this "Oh, I won't completely mess up your story if I walk over and talk to you will I?" This happens way too much in roleplay. Malcolio is just giving someone, anyone who is there, a chance o be that person, and he's letting them pick whether they want to talk to him or not.

[doctor_fruitbat]

Horatio Fruitbat woke to the sound of a distant gunshot. Putting it down to some sort of industrial work, he turned over and began to snore.

[Ozzylator]

Before JP pulled his hand away from the coin, a car pulled out of a side street, nearly knocking him sideways. He looked around, and saw someone, not much older than himself, holding a pizza and looking confused. "Hey," he called out to him. "Those gunshots, was that you?"

[malcolio]

"What? No! I'm just trying to deliver this pizza! I heard a gun go off inside that place," Mal pointed behind him at the lab. "But I saw a guy come out and walk down that side street. He's either deaf or has a gun, either way I'm not sure what we should do. Have you got a phone, maybe we should call the police?"

Mal at least felt better finding someone else who was caught up in this mess, who he could dump his problems on to. Although he still had a pizza to get rid of...

[Ozzylator]

"Forget the police," replied JP, pocketing the coin. "I just want to get out of here."

He eyed the pizza. "Give me a lift back to mine and we can share that pizza."

[Smowy]

Chris and his friends were walking towards the abandoned building. Alothoguh chris did not know it, his friends had planned to ditch him for a "joke." They turned a corner and could see the old building not too far away.
"Oh christ!" exclaimed one of his friends "I left my PE kit at school!" This of course was a lie, to pull the cruel prank. "I'll go help you" said his other friend, and the third and last friend tagged on as well. Chris was left alone. "Meet us by the building later!" shouted one of his friends back. of course this was a lie too.

Chris sighed and approached the building. He could see two people nearby, one of them had a pizza. His stomach grumbled.

[Shalashaska]

Barth was about to drive away when he saw 3 people gather outside the lab. Pulling the car over, he stepped out and walked towards them.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.

God knows Fruitbat's character is going to be as awesome as last time. :)

[Iron Lung]

Just as Bert was going to ask the pizza guy and the man who had just shown up what was going on, a car pulled up. A man who looked to be some sort of scientist or maybe an engineer opened the door and walked towards the pizza guy, and boy did he look pissed. "Well things are getting to crowded around here," Bert thought to himself, "I better hang back".

[doctor_fruitbat]

Mr H. Fruitbat stepped into the night, pulling on his jacket. He cupped his hand as the match flared, lighting a crop of slightly greying hair and a mild amount of stubble, and shook away the flame as he took a long, slow drag to get the cigarette going. After a few minutes of staring into the middle distance, orange light dramatically lighting his face, he carefully ground the butt into the wall and dropped it into his wheelie bin before wandering down the street. He wouldn't be getting back to sleep for a bit after all that noise earlier; perhaps somone had a car crash and needed a hand.

He returned briefly to wipe the traces of ash off the brickwork, and continued on his way.

[malcolio]

Suddenly surrounded by many other confused people, Mal felt much better. Safety in numbers and all that. He ignored the guy's question for a lift and instead address those around him.

"OK, I think someone should call the police but I haven't got a mobile on me. If someone has and calls the cops, they can have a ride back on my scooter. Otherwise I need to get back to my job and get rid of this pizza, my boss is going to want to know where I am."

Mal waited for a reply, wondering if he should have offered the pizza instead...

[Ozzylator]

It was time to take stock of the situation. JP saw the scientist walk towards him and the pizza boy. He clearly had an agenda. Perhaps he was the one who was responsible for the night's odd events. Whatever the circumstances, he was angry. "Excuse me, sir, I don't want any trouble. Look behind you, a werewolf!" JP pointed, screamed, grabbed the pizza guy and began to run to the parked moped.

[malcolio]

"Werewolf? What do you think this is, some kind of horror?" Mal shouted at the man as he was dragged along "And what the hell are you trying to do?"

A crash of glass stopped his yelling though, as through the front window of the laboratories came a....man, in a lab coat, but looking very pale and covered in blood. This was enough to make Mal jump on his scooter and forget about the pizza, but what really did it was that the blood-drenched man was slowly trying to break through the window and crawl out into the street.

"OK, I don't know who you are, but let's get out of here!" The guy who had dragged Mal to his scooter hopped on the back, Mal revved the small engine and shot off up the street, leaving the crowd of people and possible gunman to deal with a window-breaker.

[Ozzylator]

"Call me JP!" JP yelled as he pointed right. "Go down Strawberry Street! Number 32!"

[doctor_fruitbat]

Horatio stepped back on to the pavement as a people-laden scooter hurtled past him. Shaking his head sadly at the youth of today, he continued to amble along until he saw the source of the commotion down the street...

[Iron Lung]

All before his eyes, Bert's only chance of getting a free hot meal drove away on a moped with someguy who saw werewolf. "Just my luck," he thought. The smashing of glass distracted him for his food situation long enough for him to see a man hobble out of the lab. He looked similar to the guy who came out of the car, but he was very pale and covered in blood. It also looked like he had a nasty wound on his neck. "What the hell is going on around here" Bert said to himself.

The scientist with the blood all over him looked really disoriented and was groaning. Bert thoguht it would be best to walk over and see if he was okay. "Hey Pal, uh, you alright?" he yelled to the scientist as he got closer. The scientist turned around lower his jaw and let out a long low moan and began to hobble toward Bert...

[Shalashaska]

Barth swore and got back in his car.
He drove after the scooter, only managing to keep up with it at the end of his view.
He'd have to do somethng about those boys.

There had to be no witnesses.

[Ozzylator]

JP looked over his shoulder. The scientist in his car was following them, and gaining on their moped. He could see the scientist's determined expression through the windscreen. The windscreen! JP heaved the pizza out of its box and hurled it towards the windscreen of the car, sauce splattering everywhere.

[Shalashaska]

"Shit!" Barth swore as the pizza hit the side of his car.
Those bastards would pay for this. He sped on, caring little whether he hit another person or not.
His view was restricted, but the windscreen wipers soon brought the two boys in to a decent view.
He kept driving.

[malcolio]

"OK, this is getting serial! Hang on!" Mal mounted the curb and screeched the scooter to a halt at some bollards, easing his way through them to reach a small park. He sped up and took a straight line through the grass to reach the other side, again slowing down to get through another set of metal posts. Back onto the street he kept his speed up, not wanting to risk the scientist to see where they'd gone. "Right, Strawberry Street you say?"

[Shalashaska]

Barth swore again. Those little bastards had go away.
He pulled the car over and took out his phone. He had seen the name on the pizza box- Puccini's- and was dialling the number.

"Puccini's, how can I help you?" An italian accented man said.
"Yes, my nephew is a delivery boy of yours, and I'm looking for him. Is he out for you?"
"That would be Mal?"
"Yes."
"I'll give him a call and see where he is, give me a minute."

[malcolio]

Not to spoil your idea but I decided my character didn't have a mobile on him, I mention the fact a few posts up. ;) I'm just a crappy pizza delivery guy like that!

While I'm here, what's the plan for zombie cures, or if a player dies? Can they come back as a another character?

[Shalashaska]

Shit. Okay, we need some way that all the characters have a link between them, that's why I was hoping to somehow ctach one of you.
Not enough people are posting for us to form more than one group, though, wqhich is really annoying. We'll srt out the cure later, and if you die you can dow hatever you want.

[Ozzylator]

I don't see why we should all be together all of the time - then it'll just become a colossal clusterfuck of a story with no real development of plot or character. Multiple groups of survivors would not only be interesting, but preferable. A group can consist of only two or three if needs be. Besides people can (and will) bludgeon their way into the story.

[Shalashaska]

I suppose what I'm really saying is that I'm all on my lonesome, and it's difficult to rp that way.

[Ozzylator]

You're king of all the zombies, and you're chasing us. Naturally we're trying to get rid of you.

[Fezwald]

I kept driving, on and on. Street lights flashed passed me. The light given from them gradually seemed to form into one long yellow streak. I kept going further and further out of the town. Away from civilisation, away from whatever was happening in the cities. Reports had initially blamed a terrorist chemical attack but it now with the rumours that was becoming increasingly more unlikely.

The lights flashing by me became more and more delayed, the roads where getting darker as I got further and further away. Radio reception was becoming poorer and poorer as I listed to reports of new outbreaks appearing in other cities across the country. According to reports the military had been sent into the cities to control the populations who were in a mass hysteria. Everyone still seemed very unclear of what exactly was going on.

The station soon became overpowered by static, I reached for the tuner to try and find another station. I had only looked down for a split second but when I lifted my head I saw another car hurtling towards me.

Dazed I climbed out of my car trying to figure out what exactly had happened. My car had come of the road and had plumitted into a ditch. The car seemed ok apart from a few scratches and a broked headlight, static was still playing on the radio. I clambered over out of the ditch to try and find the other car.

A feeling of sickness came to me when I saw the other car, my mouth fell open. It had gone off the road and had smashed deep into the thick foiliage of the forest ahead. The car had almost been severed in two by a thick trunk. I stumbled towards it. The passenger side was crushed and as I peered through the window I noticed the passanger had suffered as much as th car, her head had been smashed against the trunk and had split, the seat and the dashboard was covered in crimson blood. The car was the only thing holding her skull together. I gasped and stumbled back in horror. I looked for the driver only to see that there was no one in the seat. A dim flicker of the cars dying headlights reflected against his crumpled body. It had been flung out of the vehicle and was lying motionless in the dense forest woodland. I ran towards it hoping for some signs of life. I rolled him over but I could see that his face had been cut to ribbons by the front window. Pieces of bloody glass were still lodged deep inside his face. I turned round and vomited, a shap feeling of guilt stabbed my heart as I felt to my, knees. I was responsible, I made this happen. If I hadn't looked down it could have been avoided. I began to cry.

My sorrow was only short lived as I notice a rustle, I looked up to see the mans leg twitching.

[Bit more than an opening paragraph but I got carried away]

[Smowy]

Chris only watched from a distance as the other people sped away. His thoguhts were something along the line of "fuck this, Im outta here." He didn't realise where he was going, and ran in the opposite direction through winding streets. It was eerily quiet, the sky darkening. A cold wind blew at him, and he realised he was completely lost.

[Ozzylator]

JP leapt off the moped. "We're here." It wasn't until he'd got home that he'd realised he had no idea what to do. For a start, there was that scientist chasing them, and considering the blood-covered bloke smashing through the windows, he figured it would be best to get some security going. "Put the moped in here," he told his newest friend, opening the garage door with the fob on his keyring. The motorised door rolled up, revealing a bare patch among the detritus, which usually housed his parents' car. "I never even caught your name?"

[Fezwald]

The twitching got more and more rapid into almost that of contant spasm. I ran to the man, I couldn't believe what was happening. I stood over the man gobsmacked and horrified at what I was looking at. This was impossible, unatural, I kept asking myself how. I leant in closer to the flailing body, he slashed at me, I stumbled back in horror. The body began to moan as his broken limbs flailed more and more agressivly. His body began to try and crawl closer to mine. There was nothing but anger I those otherwise lifeless eyes. As it tried to get up, I ran.

The woman in the car was now shacking violetly, slashing her arms desperatly trying to unpin herself from the tree.

The man was up, trying to gain some kind of support on his broken limbs. He let out a unholy cry, like nothing I had ever heard before and then began moving slowly towards me.

I ran back onto the road and down into the ditch and jumped back into my car. I fumbled for the keys to start the engine. I heard the moaning getting nearer. I put the key into the ignition and turned, nothing, again nothing. Then there was a slam at the side of the car. The man was pounding the passanger seat window. I looked straight into what was left of his lifeless face. His head crashed through the passenger seat window. I was trapped.

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[malcolio]

"It's Mal. So this is your place I take it? Reckon we can lie low until that crazy scientist guy has buggered off?"

I parked the scooter in the large garage, and followed JP into the house. Nobody was about, and I was wondering what was happening, not just with the labcoat man who had been watching too many action movies, but also why that guy with blood on him had tried breaking glass instead of using a door. I switched on the tv, wondering if one of the strangers we'd left behind had reported things to the police.

What I tuned into was quite shocking. "You have got to be kidding me...zombies? Really?"

[Ozzylator]

JP drew the curtains. "Zombies? You're kidding." He sat down on the sofa, piecing it together. "Well, I dunno. If you piece it all together it makes sense. The lab, the guy who looked like a zombie, the gunshots... and that guy. He must be linked to it all."

He looked at Mal. "I guess you and I are in this together. What do you reckon we do?"

[Smowy]

Chris turned round, and started walking back. His legs ached, and he was dizzy. He kept turning corners, through alleys and dark streets. Finally he found a place he recognised, and stumbled out into the open area next the to abandoned building. There was a large crowd of people. Chris was used to this, so strode towards them. He felt a little uneasy, and quickened his pace. One turned and noticed him, and lunged. He moved sluggishly, as if not used to his body. Chris stepped and started to run. Another grapped his shirt and it ripped, but they did not chase further.

Chris walked through dark streets, now it really was dark. He could tell the things outside the building weren't normal, and the streets were too empty. He just kept walking through the night.

[malcolio]

"Er..."

It was a good question, what should they do? Mal had only just met JP but he seemed like a level-headed chap, and at least they had somewhere to hold up for a while. But staying around couldn't be a good idea, as the zombies would inevitably spread in such a built-up area. Then again, if they don't stay here then where do they go?

"OK, I think we should stock up on food, any make-do weapons we can find, get ourselves ready to move out if need be. But it might be best to stick around for a short while, get this place secure and see if we can't hold out until we know what's happening. Or is it too late for that?"

Mal was at least glad that he'd just refueled his scooter. He might be travelling further than his pizza restrauant.

[Shalashaska]

It's at exactly this point that I'm regretting being evil.

Barth started the car and drove away. Turning on the radio, he could hear reports of the zombie outbreak.
"Those fuckers won't be coming near me anyway." he said, and turned into his apartment. The place was rented for this plan, and was about to be blown up to remove all traces. He changed his clothes and gathered all of his belongings into a briefcase.
He was slightly worried about the two boys who had got away. They would know, and it was possible that this would complicate things.
He placed a package on the ground and twisted a timer.
Going downstairs, he got back in his car and drove away. 3 minutes later there was an explosion and the whole apartment block fell in.
He decided to see why the pizza guy hadn't called him back, so he drove to Puccini's.
Going to the door, he found it to be locked, so he broke the window with a trash can and stepped through.
No one.
He searched through the rooms, and came to a kitchen.
A fat, bloated figure rose up and started shuffling towards him.
The man was the italien he had been talking to. He was also quite obese.
Barth took out his revolver and shot him in the legs, then in the head.
There was a groan and the zombie fell to the ground.
Reloading and letting the empty bullets fall to the ground, he walked out of the parlour and got back in his car.

[Smowy]

You could capture me or something, and pretend you'll save me if I bring back some people. Im pretty much on my own thanks to those two anyway.

Chris turned a corner, breathing heavily. He had been walking too long. He needed to stop, and looked around. The houses didn't seem inviting. He looked around and spotted a wooden hut, the cities attempt at being different and creating a nice atmosphere. It was infact a bus stop. Chris walked up to it, and lay down on the seat, wishing he could sleep.

[Shalashaska]

If you want. I'll make a post later.

[doctor_fruitbat]

Horatio reached the smashed windows of the lab, and prodded them with his walking cane, a piece of visual furniture carried more for show than aid. Groaning visions of terror were poring through every aperture they could find, stumbling over their comrades with little sign that they could even see them. They appeared more than capable of seeing Fruitbat, though, and one took a slow, lumbering swipe at his head. Horatio leaned away from the ungainly onslaught, eyebrows raised in mild alarm.

'Good lord', he said absent-mindedly. Producing another cigarette, he stepped back and lit it, observing the monstrosities with the look of an engineer who has walked into work to find a very expensive and very important piece of machinery in the process of gently breaking down. Shaking his head sadly, he strolled back down the street, taking care to note the tyre marks that littered the road...

[Fezwald]

Part 1 (http://forums.weebls-stuff.com/showpost.php?p=1978749&postcount=68)

Part 2 (http://forums.weebls-stuff.com/showpost.php?p=1978833&postcount=71)

Part 3

With a swift sharp turned the engine roared into life, I shoved the gearstick into reverse and swung the car back, thowing the man from the window. His blood was slowly dripping onto the seat, staining the cover. I pushed the car back into gear and hurtled the car up and out of the ditch, before leaving I paused for a split seconed and peered at the man, I could swear that he was trying to get to his feet again. As I sped down the road I shouted to myself "What the Fuck just happened!".

[Ozzylator]

"Priorities, Priorities." JP's mind was awhirr. A genuine zombie apocalypse, it was the stuff of movies. "OK, here's what we do." He grabbed a bit of paper from the table in the hall, and pulled a pen out of his pocket. "Always carry a pen," he muttered, sketching a map of 32 Strawberry Street. "Right," he gestured to Mal. "See the front door and the back door, in the kitchen. We have to get those sealed off completely. Nobody goes in or out through there. We have to board up the living-room window - the one in the kitchen's too small to climb through. We can get in or out through my window - it leads out onto the garage roof. We can get the ladder from the garage and put it up there. There'll always be someone in the house, so they can put the ladder down for other people to get in or out. If we need to make a speedy getaway we can open the garage and shoot out on your scooter."

He thought some more. "There's tools in the garage. And we're going to need food. There isn't a scrap in the house. I think that's about it."

He took a pin and stuck the map he'd drawn on the wall in the hall.

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"Come on," he said, running to the garage, and returning a moment later with a toolbox. "Cut up the kitchen table into planks and screw them across the door. Then push the cabinet across it and screw that in. I'll get the ladder sorted." Without any further ado, he rushed out of the front door with the ladder under his arm.

[Charming]

Nutkin sat curled up on the edge of the sofa, her arms wrapped tightly around the plush cushion. There had been reports of men and women roaming the streets, attacking others for no reason. She just couldn't take it all in. The voice of a witness floated, trembling, sobbing, from the television to her ears "...h-he was so cold, it was like he was dead. And those eyes, oh god they were just empty".

Nutkin felt the familiar sting as tears began to well in her eyes again. She bit her lip and clenched her hand into a fist, angry with herself. "Godge you silly cow, you're so dramatic! JP can take care of himself, he's probably fine so why get yourself in such a state? Anyone would think you're in love with the guy for crying out loud..."

Suddenly she heard a moped speeding down the road and JP's voice. She practically fell out of the front door and a wave of relief washed over her as she saw him there, ladder in hand.

"Hei! JP! Bit late to be washing windows, don't you think? What's going on?"

[Ozzylator]

JP turned around. There was that girl, from down the road, called herself nutter or something. Nutkin, that was it. JP didn't really know her that well, but a friendly face was always appreciated. "Hey Nutkin, I need a hand! Get upstairs, climb through my window and grab this ladder! Ignore the pizza boy, he's with me."

[malcolio]

"Hi, my names Mal, not pizza boy, thanks JP. Want to help us with some DIY defences?" All these years of fixing fences and other odd-jobs at home was finally coming in handy, Mal getting on with the plans JP had laid out surprisingly quickly. Maybe the guy just liked his horror films.

[Charming]

Nutkin grinned "sure!". She was never great with hammering things in but she was deceptively strong. More to the point, this would be a great opportunity to get to know JP a little more. They were aquainted in the way most neighbours are, nodding good morning, making a little small talk here and there. "Heh, fancy being so positive about all this when only a moment ago you were being a right drama queen" Nutkin thought to herself "we should have a drink or three tonight, might be fun... but come on, be serious now."

Pushing all the random thoughts to one side she turned back to Mal. "Let's do this then!"

[Ozzylator]

As JP pushed the ladder up to Nutkin, he had a thought. "Nutkin, you got any food in your house? We have none, and we desperately need supplies."

[Charming]

"Course I do! What kind of person would I be working in a restaurant and having no food in the house?" Nutkin remembered that JP and his parents had eaten at the family restaurant, La Rizado, a few times in the past; she'd brought the food over personally. "Not that he'd remember" she muttered to herself. She grabbed the other end of the ladder and realised that she hadn't even had a proper look around this place. "I hope there's a drinks cabinet" she thought.

[Ozzylator]

"OK, meeting in the living room!" He called, running in himself. "Mal, you barricade the back door, I'll board up the window in here." He handed a rucksack and two holdalls to Nutkin. "You take these, fill them up with as much food as you can in one run, then hurry back. The moment you're back in we seal up the front door. Oh, wait!" He pulled up the toolbox. "You'll want to take a weapon. Pretty much all we've got is in this toolbox. Crowbar, madame?"

[Charming]

"Why thank you kind sir!" replied Nutkin, nervously accepting the crowbar. She trotted down the road and into her house, the door was still open. "I thought I shut that door, I'm getting so absent minded!" she went through to the kitchen, raiding the fridge and various cupboards. "Ooh we've got some brownies left, cheese... need that... and some beef fillets, woo! I can cook those up tonight, maybe grab a bit of red wine and that thyme over there..." Her hands grabbed packets, tins and bottles with alarming speed. She was just about to leave when she noticed something on the counter.

"Can opener!" she picked it up and giggled "they always forget these in the movies". She walked back to number 32, taking swigs out of a brandy bottle. Something dark flickered at the corner of her eye. Whirling round she quickly surveyed the street. Nothing. "Or was it nothing?" she whispered, breathing hard. All of a sudden it felt very cold out. She took another swig "meh, it's a better excuse for huddling up and keeping warm with JP". Slightly merry, she picked up the pace and got back to the house.

[Ozzylator]

"Fabulous," said JP, cordless drill in his hand as he buzzed a self-tapping screw into the last beam covering the window. "I'll deal with the door. Head to the kitchen and sort out the fridge."

There was a large cabinet in the hall. JP locked, chained, and bolted the front door, nailed two beams across it and manhandled the cabinet, lodging it into the space. A few more screws and half a can of No More Nails completed the job.

[Charming]

Once she'd finished packing everything away Nutkin went back to the room JP was in. She was pretty sure it wasn't the brandy that was making him look so good. But then she remembered that there were more important things to think of. "Hey... JP? I thought I saw something earlier when I was coming back here. It was a flicker just out of the corner of my eye, you know? Maybe it's nothing but it freaked me out a bit and considering circumstances..."

Nutkin trailed off and burst into tears. Obviously it had freaked her out a lot more than she realised.

[Ozzylator]

Nutkin burst into tears, and JP was lost. "It's... OK. I've just finished up barricading the joint, and Mal's got the back door. We've got supplies, we've got plans. We'll be fine." He hugged her gingerly. "You'll be fine. You look tired. You can sleep in my room, I'll crash on the floor. I'll be up in a minute."

[Charming]

Only the last part of what JP said had really registered properly but his voice was steady, calm and reassuring. It was enough to calm her down. She shakily stepped out of his arms and wiped her eyes on her sleeve. "Thanks". Her voice was still cracking a little but nothing that a bit of kip wouldn't fix. She stumbled into JP's room and suddenly felt incredibly drowsy. Just barely landing on the bed, Nutkin fell into a welcome oblivion.

[Iron Lung]

The crazed scientist jumped at Bert and grabbed his arm. "HEY PAL, GET OFF!" Bert punched his attcker first in the shoulder then in the temple. The scientist slumped to the ground. "Oh crap, I just killed him," Bert realized. No sooner than he dispatched his attacker, he heard footsteps. He turned around to see a huge crowd of people, covered in blood. Some of them had limbs missing, other had organs hanging out of the abdomins. It was the most hideous thing he had ever seen.

[Ozzylator]

As Nutkin climbed the stairs, it occurred to JP that he'd need to implement some kind of watch rota. "Mal!" He called to the kitchen. "When you're done, hop off to bed. It'll be sunrise in 6 hours, I'll keep watch until then."

Watch duty. First things first, he went to the kitchen, and checked out the supplies that Nutkin had brought. Impressive, frankly. The fridge was quite full, as was the pantry. And even - JP smiled - a large box nearly full of Earl Grey teabags. He put the kettle on and went upstairs. As for a weapon, in case of the worst, he knew what he wanted. The loft pole was in a corner of the tiny landing - a solid metre length of metal with a rubber grip at one end and a sturdy hook at the other. Using it like a cane, he went back downstairs, and made a cup of strong, sweet tea to keep him alert.

He clambered upstairs to find Mal asleep in his parents' bed, and Nutkin in his. He stopped momentarily to look at her. He had been so busy with his barricades and his ladders and his supplies - his organising - that he hadn't had a chance to look at her. She looked serene, sleeping on her side, half under his cover. He gently smoothed the duvet over her, then pulled up a chair, sipping at his tea.

[Iron Lung]

"Oh my gentle Jesus" was all Bert could say about the monstrosities slowly shambling down the street. They got closer and closer before Bert finally regained his senses. He ran down the street as fast as he could trying to find someone who could help him of at least tell him what was going on, when he stopped infront of a store with tv's in the front window. He watched in horror as his situation was explained, by a tv of all things. "Zombies? No, this has to be a hoax of some sort," he tried to reassure himself. He reached into his pocket grabbed his flask a downed what was left in it.

Fed up with hearing that he would probably die from a tv, Bert stumbled down the street in an effort to find some people or shelter or maybe even that pizza guy. "Man I sure hope he still has that pizza, I'm starving."

[Shalashaska]

Barth put a more soft expression on his face. He looked different now, in normal clothes and the revolver hidden in the back of his belt.
He drove on. He needed some test subjects-live ones.
He was near the lab when he pulled up beside a guy sitting at a bus stop.
Rolling down the window, he shouted at him:
"What the hell are you doing? There are zombies everywhere! Get in, I'll take you to a safe place."

[malcolio]

Mal was shaken awake by JP. He hadn't got much sleep, he never really did, so he groggily got up and went downstairs. The power was still working thankfully, so Mal helped himself to a cup of tea as he checked out the whole house. Everything was as he left it, so Mal relaxed in the lounge watching the tv. Some channels weren't working now, but BBC was still reporting zombie attacks, advising people to stay indoors. Well, they had that one covered!

Mal thought of his housemates, who were out last night too. He was tempted to take the scooter and go over there but the risk was far too great. At least his parents were on holiday, unlike JP's who presumably were somewhere in the city. Guy didn't seem to be worried about them, which Mal guessed was good.

Turning the TV off Mal went back upstairs, checking the windows and loft just for something to do. Out of the front window Mal had a good view down the road. It was deserted, but Mal could make out figures at the crossroads. From here he couldn't make out who, or what, they were. They weren't moving too fast, so that could mean zombies, but then what kind of zombies were they facing here?

In any case, Mal didn't think it was worth telling the others about what he'd seen. No need to loose sleep over possible zombie sightings, just meant Mal had to be watchful. He made himself another cup of tea and settled in for a long wait.

[Fezwald]

Part 1 (http://forums.weebls-stuff.com/showpost.php?p=1978749&postcount=68)

Part 2 (http://forums.weebls-stuff.com/showpost.php?p=1978833&postcount=71)

Part 3 (http://forums.weebls-stuff.com/showpost.php?p=1979065&postcount=80)

Part 4

My mind was racing as I drove further and further away from the scene, driving was much more difficult with only one headlight, artificial lighting was scarce but I knew that I would be safer away from civililisaion. I tried to piece together what I had heard on the radio and link it to what I had just witnessed. My conclusion seemed crazy, the attacks, the virus, the hysteria, was it the dead who were causing this. There was no chance the couple in the car could have possibly survived the accident, yet how did they move. I decided that I needed to know what was going on, a tv, a radio with a signal, internet anything which would allow me to communicate with people. The car began to splutter, I was driving on fumes I knew I would have to get out and refil soon. Luckly I had left prepared. I had another two containers full of petrol. The car spluttered to a gradual halt.

I reached for the door, to check I was alone. Everything seemed safe so I got out and went to the boot to retrive a container. I notice how dented and damaged the passenger side of the car was. The mans blood was still dripping down the side of the car. As I began to pour the petrol into the car I noticed a dim light in the distance between the trees, it was a house. Maybe they have a phone, a tv? I climbed back into the car and decided to make a short stop to see if the occupants knew anything.

[Smowy]

Chris was awoken by a guy shouting at him. Everything was blurry, but he could just about make out what was being said. He was too tired to question, so stumbled up, resting on the wall for support. He clumbsily made his way towards the car, opened the door and fell in. The car moved again, and he began to question the man.
"what the hells happening??"

[Shalashaska]

Just a head's up, on MondayI'm gonig to the Gaeltacht, so I'll probabley just kill Barth off on Sunday. If I don't, just stop mentioning him in the rp.

Barth turned a corner.
"There has been a zombie outbreak in the city. I'm just roaming around, trying to find survivors. From the news reports, anybody can become a zombie. If they bite you, you're contaminated, and from 5 minutes to 5 hours, depending on how close the bite is to your head, you'll become a zombie. A colleague of mine has given me a cure."
He took the syringe out of the glove compartment.
"So I'm trying to help whoever I can. What's your name?"

[Iron Lung]

As he walked down the road out of away from the electronics store and entered a residential area, Bert realized something "Hey if this is a zombie apocalypse and all, then I can loot a house for some swag.....SWEET!" He quickly ran into the first house without light the light on and began to rummage around. "I need food, extra clothes, and some sort of weapon, Oh and a first aid kit."

A few minutes later he had a neat pile of food, clothes and a un-used first aid kit. "Hmmmm, still need a weapon." He wandered into the attached garage and got hit by a wave of stench, of which he had never smelt. A quick flick of the light switch revealed the source of the stink, a "dead" zombie was pinned to the exposed drywall by a shovel. It took a large effort, but after a few tries the shovel came out of the wall, leaving a clean hole in the drywall and the zombie slid off. He walked back into the main structure of the house and put all of his supplies into a backpack he found and walked out the door. Now wielding his trusty shovel, Bert continued his search for other survivors.

[Smowy]

same but on wednesday

"I'm chris" Chris said, staring at the syringe. The car continued moving, he had no idea where he was going. "So will that stop me becoming a zombie" he asked, not considering the situation or who this person was.

[Shalashaska]

"It will cure you if you become a zombie, but it isn't like a vaccine."
Barth turned a corner and parked at another building.
"It may surprise you the things in here, but I am a collector and had them before hand. My name is Dr. Isino. I think you had better stay with me for the time being, and we'll try and find some survivors."

[Charming]

Nutkin jerked awake, galvanized into action by instinctive fear. Wild eyed, her head whirled around the room looking for the disturbance. She noticed a lump on the floor and froze. "Ohshitohshitohshit this it is. It's one of them." panicky thoughts of the like raced through her mind when it dawned on her that zombies didn't lie in heaps on the floor. Slowly leaning forward she looked over the edge of the bed and the figure was revealed.

JP lay there, his skin glowing ethereally in the moonlight, breathing softly. She gave a relieved sigh. Wiping the beads of cold sweat from her forehead she quietly got out of bed and gently laid the cover over him. As she bent to pick up the empty mug he'd left she had the bizarre urge to kiss him on the cheek. "Heh, it's like zombie madness or something". Dimissing the thought she grabbed the mug and padded downstairs to find Mal.

[Iron Lung]

He'd been walking for what he thought was only a few minutes. It was quiet on the street, as Bert searched for survivors or at least someone to talk to. "Wow, didn't think that being alone here would be any different than being alone last night. It's so quiet, no birds singing, no cars driving, not even the sounds of people in their homes, nothing." As he thought about how this "zombie invasion" would affect his lives and the lives of others, he heard someone or something approaching. He turned toward the noise to see a lone zombie staggering toward him. "Another one eh?" Bert sighed as he raised his shovel and drove the edge of it into the zombie's neck. With a sickening pop, the vertebrae disconnected and the zombie's body went limp. The head fell to the ground, but continued to move it's jaw and attempt to bite his foot. "Whoa, I did not see that coming." Bert lifted the shovel high over his head and brought it down on the head with full force, crushing the skull and destroying the brain. Bert reached into his pocket and pulled out the only thing that reminded him of his old life, his father's pocket knife, and made a notch in the handle of the shovel. "Well that makes..6 zombies."

He stood up and looked to the horizon, the sun wouldn't come up for a couple more hours and he was getting mighty tired, he need to find a place to stay and soon. Suddenly he noticed a dull light in the distance, it was a house. Maybe there were survivors there! With his hopes restored, Bert began a light jog towards the house.

[malcolio]

Mal let Nutkin take over watch, he didn't tell her about the man/zombie/thing he saw, thinking there was no point. He needed some sleep! As he was about to nod off in JP's parent's bed he heard a sound outside, a pattering. He didn't want to risk ignoring it, as it sounded fairly close to the house, so he got up and found that Nutkin had heard it too.

"What do you reckon it is?"

[Fezwald]

Part 1 (http://forums.weebls-stuff.com/showpost.php?p=1978749&postcount=68)
Part 2 (http://forums.weebls-stuff.com/showpost.php?p=1978833&postcount=71)
Part 3 (http://forums.weebls-stuff.com/showpost.php?p=1979065&postcount=80)
Part 4 (http://forums.weebls-stuff.com/showpost.php?p=1979432&postcount=99)

Part 5

When I reached the drive of the house I though it would probably be best to leave the car there, the bloody car wouldn't give the occupant a very good impression.

The driveway was graveled and the stones crunched under my feet. I heard birds singing, it would be morning soon. I was calmed by this, the darkness hadn't exactly helped me over the past few hours. The light I saw previously looked to be coming from, what I guessed to be, an upstairs toilet or bathroom judging from the window. The house was quite quaint and reminded me of my childhood house.

As I rose my hand and rang the bell, the upstairs light went off. I heard someone running down the stair and towards the door.

If any new person joining wants to be the person in the house, go ahead

[Iron Lung]

Being as incredibly out of shape as he was, Bert ran out of breath out half way towards the house. "Man, I am too old for this," He panted as he made it a few metres from the house. He caught his breath for a few seconds and yelled to the house "Hello! Anybody in there?!"

[Charming]

"I don't know..." Nutkin replied. Mal looked as anxious as she did. The sound grew louder. "Do you think we should take a look?" Mal nodded and they peered through the window.

[Ozzylator]

The floor was never the best place to wake up, in JP's limited experience. It took him a few moments to remember where he was. Nutkin was gone from bed. JP looked at his watch. It was about 5am. He slunk downstairs. "What you looking at, Nutkin?"

[Charming]

Nutkin leapt like a salmon upon hearing her name. It was only JP. Her face reddened at her overreation and she laughed weakly "heh, sorry but you startled me a bit". "Mal and me -um- we think there's someone out there. There's a sound that's getting closer and closer to the house" she clutched the mug defensively as she finished speaking. "It might be a survivor but it could be... one of them. I think we should all take a look."

[Iron Lung]

No answer, but he did hear some whispers and movement against the "dead" (terrible pun) silence of the night. Bert walked up onto the lawn and peered into the ground floor windows. "Looks like someone barricaded this place up pretty damn good," he said staring at the the front enterance and it's fortress like appearance. "Uh...Is there anyone in there? I have...um... food."

[Ozzylator]

"Right. Let's go up to the roof. Just for a peek." JP took his loft pole, mainly for reassurance, and went upstairs, clambering through onto the flat, tiled roof. The ladder was lying down, close to the ledge, with a short length of rope tethering it securely to the drainpipe. "Where did you see him?" He asked Nutkin.

[Charming]

"Erm... well, I didn't" replied Nutkin sheepishly. She hadn't gotten the chance to see because JP had walked in and spooked her. "But I heard!" she added "it sounds like whatever it is is pretty close now". She joined JP and peeked over the edge. Almost immediately she flew backwards, her body hugging the roof, one hand clinging to his arm. Petrified she whispered "he's down there. Right outside. Shuffling."

[Ozzylator]

JP looked over the edge. There was a hunched figure shuffling and moaning about outside the front door, and he could smell... whatever he could smell it was disgusting. The garage roof was where JP sometimes sat, of an afternoon, throwing stones at chavs, as a fun hobby. Accordingly, there was a moderate heap of stones he'd collected from the garden, lying in the corner of the ledge. He grabbed one, took a deep breath, and hurled it at the figure's head.

[Charming]

There was a dull thud and a loud wailing noise rose into the cold night air. Nutkin shuddered and looked at JP questioningly. He gestured towards the pile of rocks. Hesitating for a moment she decided it was "us or them", picked one up and followed suit. Within a few seconds a shower of stones descended on whatever poor creature, living or undead, was down there.

[Iron Lung]

Just as Bert was about break into the house, from across the street, a wail that could split the souls of even the toughest, most spiritual men rang through the air. Bert's Head jerked in the direction of the screech and saw against the dark orange horizon the silhouettes of what looked like people tossing something onto a figure in the front of the house. "Maybe they could use my help" Bert thought optimisticly as he jogged toward the survivors. He attempted to make eye contact by waving his arms around all the while trying not to get the attention of the zombie. "Man, I hope one of them sees me."

[Ozzylator]

The zombie was joined by another figure, and JP hurled a rock at the newcomer's head.

[Iron Lung]

A rock pegged Bert right in the forehead with precise aim. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT! THAT F#@%ING HURT!" He stumbled and dropped his shovel. All of the noise drew the zombie's attention away from the other survivors and towards him. "This is not what I meant by getting their attention," he thought as he regained his bearings.

[Smowy]

"sure" said chris, staring out the window of the car. How could this be happening? There were a million questions he could ask, but he was so tired.

[Shalashaska]

Barth was surprised.
"You don't want to know anything? Anyone else would be questioning everything."
He opened the car door and got out, beckoning to Chris to follow him.

[Smowy]

Chris stumbled out
"I'm just too tired" he said as he walked out "I've been walking for ages. Where are we going anyway?"

[Shalashaska]

Barth gestured to the building.
"This is my house, but right now I'm using it to store my stuff while I move. Nothing has come up on the radio or the T.V about a haven to go to, but soon enough there will be, and then I'm out of here."
He walked into the house, unlocking the door, and quickly flicked on the t.v before going to the fridge for some food.
"There are several roms upstairs if you want to take one. Try and pick the most well-protected one. I sleep down here, but there's an alarm system in the hosue so we'll be alerted if anything comes near."

[Smowy]

Chris nodded and pulled himself upstairs. He turned left down a corridor and checked out the rooms. He picked a spacious one with a wardrobe and bed in it. Before he could stop himself, he had collapsed onto the bed.

[Shalashaska]

When I'm gone I think someone else should be in charge of this rp. I've decided to pick Ozzylator, if that's okay with him. Just go with my plot lines so far for how zombies work and add in your own whenever you want.

Barth settled down to keep watching the news. Wonderful, the zombies were growing in britain. Soon enough he'd hide them on ships that were going to different countries.
He went to a wall to the side, and pressing a hidden button beside him he walked through the passage that opened up.
Walking down to a console, he sat down and started typing commands.
There were tiny machines in each zombie which allowed him to control them.
He keyed in several tactical commands, then the most important.
You see, Barth's attack was on this generation, and even though he had no doubt that this was already broken, he wanted no children harmed by the zombies. Thus, he would take all the adults, and leave healthy children to start populating his new world. A zombie army and a fresh supply of sane people. Glorious.
Apart from that, the thought of hurting a child sickened him.
He keyed in the command and got up, exiting the room and back into his normal room. Lying down on the couch, he fell asleep.

[Ozzylator]

Sure thang.

[happy-go-lucky]

hey, I know I said I'd do this but I'm not really sure how to start or anything, heh :p I might just hang around and read this thread, then if there's another one after I'll join in

[Charming]

There's still time to jump in somewhere :)

[Shalashaska]

Part 1 (http://forums.weebls-stuff.com/showpost.php?p=1978749&postcount=68)
Part 2 (http://forums.weebls-stuff.com/showpost.php?p=1978833&postcount=71)
Part 3 (http://forums.weebls-stuff.com/showpost.php?p=1979065&postcount=80)
Part 4 (http://forums.weebls-stuff.com/showpost.php?p=1979432&postcount=99)

Part 5

When I reached the drive of the house I though it would probably be best to leave the car there, the bloody car wouldn't give the occupant a very good impression.

The driveway was graveled and the stones crunched under my feet. I heard birds singing, it would be morning soon. I was calmed by this, the darkness hadn't exactly helped me over the past few hours. The light I saw previously looked to be coming from, what I guessed to be, an upstairs toilet or bathroom judging from the window. The house was quite quaint and reminded me of my childhood house.

As I rose my hand and rang the bell, the upstairs light went off. I heard someone running down the stair and towards the door.

If any new person joining wants to be the person in the house, go ahead

You guys should keep your story going, and not jsut post like that. I'm gonig to wait on Smowy to make a longer post. Need tog et rid of Barth.

[malcolio]

Mal watched as the zombie was quickly peppered by rocks from his fortress-mates. He noticed however a man waving his hands behind the zombie, clearly trying to get attention. "Guys, there's a survior out there, we need to get rid of that zombie and bring that guy in, right?" Mal looked for a close-quaters weapon, finding a crow-bar, ready to take off the wood covering the front door and let the stranger inside. But with that zombie out there it could be the undoing of them all...

[Iron Lung]

His shovel was just out of reach when he realized the zombie was almost close enought to grab him. Bert dived forward just narrowly missing being bitten. Scrambling, Bert tried to grab his shovel but as he picked it up the scoop flew off and conveniently lodging itself on the forehead of the zombie, killing it instantly. "Well that was fortunate. Damn, there must be someone watching out for me," He thought, staggering to his feet, "Huh, the bolt came loose.... Oh here it is. I'll fix this later." A figure moved behind the window in the house. "Hey, can you let me in?"

[doctor_fruitbat]

Horatio walked out of his garage, a shotgun for clay shooting under one arm. Over his other shoulder, a satchel full of cartridges. In his mouth, a cigarette. On his head, a pork-pie hat. Oh yes.

With weapon in hand and hat doffed in a jaunty fashion, he walked back into the house to put the kettle on, and wait.

[Smowy]

Chris woke up suddenly. Something wasn't right. He climbed slowly out of the bed, and began to walk down the corridor. He had a sudden feeling that he was in the wrong place. He carefully and silently crept down the stairs, and started to wander the house. He found a passage that wasn't normally there, and looked out of place. He walked slowly down it, and saw a man at a large computer.
"what the hell is this?" Chris said, regretting it instantly as it shattered the silence.

[Shalashaska]

He had exited the room in my other post but we'll just say he got up and went back down.

Barth turned around.
"Good morning to you too. It's just an alarm console, nothing important. There's some food up in the kitchen, you can take whatever you want."

[Ozzylator]

JP held Mal back. "Don't, mate. We're in here, and they're out there, that's the way it's got to be."

[Charming]

Nutkin howled despairingly "We can't just let him DIE out there! He's another human being! Or let him turn into one of those, if we leave him we're just adding to the number of zombies we have to face! We shouldn't have to even think about it in those terms, why are you letting him die?" By this point Nutkin had spiralled into hysterics, hot, angry tears streaming down her face.

[Ozzylator]

"It's him or us, guys," JP responded grimly. "I don't want to risk losing either of you."

[Charming]

Nutkin let loose a long, horrific wail of fury, frustration and misery. The thought of allowing another survivor to die before her was too much to bear. The zombies heard her cries and joined in and together, for a brief moment, they formed a bizzare, dischordant choir of suffering. However, Nutkin's anguish did little to deter them from the tempting bounty of fresh meat that stood before them and they continued to advance. Although her eyes were transfixed on the scene below she could see nothing, her body trembling, her senses fading.

[Ozzylator]

JP held her close to him. "Sssh," he assured her.

[Iron Lung]

"Oh well then......uh.......I'll go then...I suppose," Bert mumbled as his hopes were shot down. He began to slowly walk away to find somewhere else to stay, if he didn't he'd probably die.

[Charming]

JP had pulled her away from the edge of the roof, the zombies and the mysterious survivor now out of sight. She could feel herself wrapped in his arms, see his lips moving and feel the warmth of his breath on her skin. Eventually the soothing sound registered in her mind and the howling noise petered out, becoming a shuddery sigh. She understood. There had been no other way.

[Fezwald]

You guys should keep your story going, and not jsut post like that. I'm gonig to wait on Smowy to make a longer post. Need tog et rid of Barth.

Whats wrong with my posts?

[Ozzylator]

I think he was trying to avoid people providing spots and asking people to fill them - rather he'd prefer people to take the iniative and enter other peoples'. Personally I advocate making plotwise arrangements OOC via PM or MSN.

[Iron Lung]

"Man, I hate people," Bert thought angrily as he walked out of the sight of the house, "Everyone is so self preserving... much like I used to be until I lost everything. Oh look a house that isn't totally baricaded up... sweet" There was a small window broken just beside the door that he could just barely squeeze into. It was a two story house, with of course, a front door and a back door that had been securely and all the windows of the ground floor had also been boarded and barricaded. "Well maybe I'm better off not being with other survivors," He said as he heaved his supply backpack through the window. He unpacked all the food and walked into kitchen. "Pretty nice place." Surprisingly the power was still on, so all of the food went into the fridge. Bert was really starting to feel the affects of walking for a couple hours, so he fell onto the couch and drifted off into a deep sleep.

[Shalashaska]

I think he was trying to avoid people providing spots and asking people to fill them - rather he'd prefer people to take the iniative and enter other peoples'. Personally I advocate making plotwise arrangements OOC via PM or MSN.

No, I screwed up and wasn't thinking properly. I meant for the quote to reply to HGL and the post to talk to people who weren't advancing your storyline. Although I don't really think it's neccesarry to link to all your posts beforehand. :)
(Waiting for Smowy)

[Charming]

Nutkin stayed there, numb in JP's reassuring hold as he spoke quietly with Mal until the sun rose. It was going to be ok. They'd find a way out of this somehow. Evetually they went back into the house and she immediately went to the kitchen to do what she did best: cook.

[Ozzylator]

The rattling outside died down slowly. JP peered through the window and saw the zombies filing away from the house, shambling every which way. He made his way to the kitchen to see Nutkin putting bacon in a pan. "What are you up to?"

[Charming]

"You didn't think I was going to let everyone starve, did you?" she replied "it's been a while since any of us have eaten so you must be pretty hungry". As the smell of bacon, sausages, eggs and other lovely things wafted across the kitchen a growl rumbled forth from JP's stomach, comfirming her suspicions. Soon enough, she turned around and smiled, offering him a generously heaped plate.

"Full English!"

[Ozzylator]

"You don't need to cook, really..." JP felt awkward but he was starving for some bacon.

[Charming]

"It's the least I can do; besides, we've all got to pull our weight" she said, still smiling. Somehow the daylight made everything seem a little safer. She started buttering some toast and stifled a chuckle as JP, despite his insistence that it wasn't necessary, sat down and attacked his bacon ravenously with as much decorum as hunger would allow.

[Ozzylator]

JP wolfed down the sausages hungrily. He'd never been one for pretty eating. The food vanished in no time. "That was awesome. Where'd you learn to cook like that?"

[Charming]

Nutkin shrugged modestly "when you spend as much time around kitchens as I did you tend to pick things up". She took the empty plates over to the sink and began to fill it with hot water. Not that there's much point, she thought, JP's practically cleaned his anyway. She started to scrub dishes when he walked over, insisting that he wash up since she'd cooked. Not giving her a chance to answer, or even move out of the way, he leaned over and took the dishcloth.

It wasn't entirely unpleasant but Nutkin felt a bit uncomfortable being trapped between JP and the sink so she politely tried to wriggle out of his way. That was when she saw the zombie out of the kitchen window. It was her first daylight encounter with one and mercifully it was in fairly good condition considering it had risen from the dead. It ambled past, stiff with rigor mortis; the skin transluscent with a bluish tinge to it. Bruises had blossomed violently on its face and fat pearls of dried blood clung tenaciously to the battered flesh.

She gave a startled squawk but the stray zombie didn't seem to hear and shuffled onwards. JP had seen it too; they stared at eachother for a moment and Nutkin broke the silence with a relieved laugh.

[Ozzylator]

JP's embarrassment at wedging Nutkin against the counter soon dissipated as he saw the zombie in the garden, and immediately he cursed as he remembered the dodgy fence. How could he have forgotten? Sure enough, the panel of the back fence was down, the forest it bordered looking ominous beyond. "We've got to do something." He disappeared immediately into the garage, and arrived shortly after with another length of rope. "I have a plan," he said, tying it round his waist. "Come with me." He dashed up to the roof, loft pole in his hand, and threaded the rope through a pulley on the corner of the house. "Mum uses that for the extra washing line. It's really strong." He handed Nutkin the other end of the rope. "If I need help, tug like mental. OK?"

[Charming]

Nutkin nodded and steadied herself as JP was lowered down. She wished she had an extra hand so that she could cross her fingers for luck. Heh, where's Vishnu when you need him? she thought. JP was in the garden now. The zombie seemed somewhat perplexed by its lack of an exit and hadn't noticed either of them yet so at least they had an advantage.

[Ozzylator]

JP felt Nutkin's strong arms on the rope as he climbed down the ladder. The zombie hadn't noticed him yet, as he cautiously put his last foot down on the ground. The loft pole swung by his side, and JP knew how exposed he was. The zombie was against the kitchen door, less than two metres from where he'd slunk down, with his back to JP. He breathed in, and raised the loft pole like a baseball bat, over his left shoulder. He swung, the metal bar pinging against the zombie's degraded skull, which cracked like an egg. With the side of his head hanging off, the zombie turned to face JP, grey-green matter oozing from the shattered wound. Half-heartedly it raised an arm, then the fire in its eyes faded and it collapsed in a heap. JP paused, breathing deeply, then called up to Nutkin "Lower down the toolbox that's up there, I need to get rid of this guy and mend the fence."

[Charming]

Luckily Nutkin had a cast iron stomach; anything less and breakfast would have quickly joined the meaty mess that now rested on the lawn. With the daylight came resilience and she felt not sorrow nor the beginning of tears stirring within her but a calm stillness. Obediently she lowered the toolbox.

[Ozzylator]

First order was rubber gloves. JP had no desire to handle recently re-deceased flesh with his bare hands. With a large garden knife he removed what was left of the head, and dragged the heavy body out just into the forest behind the broken fence. He then set to work nailing the broken fence panels back together, patching with a bit of excess wood. He then looked at the two halves of the shattered head, along with the rapidly congealing brain mass. He cautiously threw them over the fence with the body, leaving just a few sloppy fragments of brain mass, which he covered in compost. Finally, he filled a bucket of stones from the rockery, and began passing things back up to Nutkin, before clambering up himself.

[Charming]

Nutkin hugged him happily. "You make it look easy!" she laughed and pulled back slightly. Her gaze flickered over the contours of his face, the skin that had glowed radiantly in the pale moonlight the night before. She touched his cheek. "You have a bit of um... something there." She didn't bother telling him exactly what it was, just gently flicked the bit of brain away. She grabbed the toolbox and stood up, slightly embarassed. "I'd better go put this back."

[Ozzylator]

"I've got it." JP emptied the rockery into the corner, turned the gloves inside out, picked up the toolbox and put it away in the garage. He noticed an old deckchair in the corner, behind where the car normally was, and smiled, bringing it up and setting it on the roof. It was a beautifully sunny morning and he relaxed slightly.

[Charming]

Nutkin went inside and returned a few moments later with a can of coke. "Here, fence repairs and zombie slaying looks like thirsty work." JP accepted the drink gratefully. Nutkin was suddenly aware that she felt quite grubby and asked him if she could use the shower, he nodded and she padded back into the house.

[Ozzylator]

It was a blissful morning and the empty coke cans piled up beside the deckchair. It wasn't too long before nature called, and JP instinctively sprinted for his bathroom. He burst through the door and went straight for the toilet, unzipping his trousers, oblivious to the fact that Nutkin had just got out of the shower behind him.

[Iron Lung]

As a beam of sunlight slowly made it's way up Bert's face as he was in another place. A place that made him feel terrific no matter his situation, his dreams. The sunbeam arrived at Bert's eye, he slowly opened his eyes feeling refreshed. "I almost forgot how comfortable couches are, heh heh," he chuckled as he got to his feet. As he walked into the kitchen food was his only priority was food. "I'm starved, let's see what we have here," He thought as he opened the fridge, "Pizza Pockets... sounds fine to me."

[doctor_fruitbat]

Horatio heard the crash as he sat inside the kitchen; behind him, undead arms reached through the rapidly disintegrating back door, shards of glass tinkling on to the floor among a growing pile of shattered wood. Draining the last of the tea from his mug, he shouldered the small bag lying by the table and hefted the shotgun; the force of the blast sent the zombie flying backwards, bits of brain splattering across the lawn and ruining the azaleas. By the time the creature hit the ground, Horatio was already in the front porch, pulling open the door and stepping into the light of dawn.

Birds sang in the distance; nothing else occupied the streets. Taking a deep breath of the clear, cool air, Horatio shouldered his firearm and strolled down the street. Resolving this unfortunate mess required people, and somewhere around here must be other survivors.

[Charming]

Nutkin had stood in the shower for what seemed like forever, enjoying the luxury of it. At first the water had come out stone cold and she'd squealed, shrinking into the corner and later savoured the burst of deliciously warm water that ran over her shoulders and down her spine. Eventually, feeling refreshed, she'd emerged from the dreamy clouds of steam that had soothed her tired skin only to be met with the sight of JP paying a visit.

A lump rose in her throat and refused to budge. "Ack! Towel! Towel?! Oh flippin' flip, where's a towel?" she thought for those few seconds. "Oh godge, he's turning around!" She sank to the floor of the shower with remarkable speed and curled herself up, hiding as much as possible. JP stared at her, wide eyed with a combination of surprise and amusement and she stared back, her hot face blushing furiously.

"Erm... hello."

[Ozzylator]

There was a slight sound from behind him, and JP whipped around. "Uh." JP realised his mistake. "Hi." It was a few moments before he remembered to cover himself.

[Charming]

Nutkin suddenly became very interested in her feet and looked down at the floor. Well, this was rather awkward. "Um... where do you keep your towels?" in her eagerness to get into the shower she'd totally forgotten about getting out.

[Ozzylator]

JP pointed them out, then immediately turned and zipped up again, hurrying away.

[Charming]

Once JP had left, Nutkin sat there for some time still not quite sure of what had just happened. She dried herself off and got dressed, reluctantly leaving the bathroom to try and find him. "There's no point in leaving things like this," she decided "I might as well try and clear the air a bit... urrrgh, I just hope he didn't see too much." It wasn't hard to find him. She wandered into the bedroom and there he was.

[Ozzylator]

JP was sitting on the bed, embarrassed, and bright red in the face. "Oh," he said, as Nutkin came out. "Hi."

[Smowy]

Sorry, was at a gig and my internet died at 10

Chris shrugged. it all seemed very suspicious.
"I don't understand" he said "where did these zombies come from? How did you get this cure? Are we going to just sit here while the world is slowly destroyed around us?" he said, questions tumbling out. It was so confusing.

[Charming]

Nutkin found JP sitting on the bed looking somewhat uneasy. Unaware that anything had been going on she smiled and sat down next to him. "Hey, what do you fancy for lunch?"

[Ozzylator]

"I'm not very hungry," he replied, quietly.

[Charming]

She was suddenly aware that something was wrong. "Are you ok?" she asked, putting an arm around him "you look a bit red..."

[Iron Lung]

With his hunger quelled by a hunk of dough filled with random pizza stuffs, Bert went about more important buisness. "Well I should probably find a weapon or two just in case a zombie gets in. Oh and I know what else I can look for, booze!" He walked around the first floor thinking of possible places a middle class family would keep the booze and/or weapons, when he came across the stairs to the basement. "Seems like a good place," he thought walking down the stairs, "Wonder if they have whis..... Oh crap." At the far end of the basement was the last thing Bert wanted to see, a zombie. He scanned the room for a weapon, right beside a box a couple metres away was an axe. With all of the grace of a wounded swan on land, Bert scrambled over to the axe, inadvertently attracting the attention of the unwelcome guest. Bert grabbed the axe and blindly swung at the zombie. The axe cut through the center of the zombie's head with ease. The zombie let out a deep sigh and fell to the ground. Bert stood over the zombie deceased body and heard a quiet wimper behind him.

[Hydralisk]

OK, I'm going to start my own narrative. If there is anything specific about this roleplay thread, you'll have to let me know. I understand no god like powers, no Super-ace-military types, and no super-weapons. Can somebody please summerise the events of this thread so far? ta.

Lucien Sanchez drove his buggy over yet another bump in the dirt road. Although the suspension of the car itself was fine, it was beginning to wear out on even the experienced drivers' rear end. Pulling over, he stepped out of the car and stretched heavily. The valley, although gradually easing off, was still sufficiently large to obscure the nearby town from direct sight. Reaching past his hunting knives, he grabbed a bottle of water and opened it. He was pleased to see that of the three bottles he had taken out earlier that day, only one had been emptied.
Drinking heavily, he stretched again and idly kicked over a loose pile of stones....

[doctor_fruitbat]

Horatio gave the house a critical look. Zombies roamed the main street; the fence had been easy enough to hop over and seemed reasonably sturdy, but could do with a little reinforcement. That aside, the windows and doors were boarded along ground level; a good start, Fruitbat considered, if a little short-sighted in their assessment of the potential capabilities of the undead.

With no more upwardly mobile corpses in the immediate vicinity, Horatio gave a polite knock on the back door, and waited.

[Charming]

Lucien Sanchez drove his buggy over yet another bump in the dirt road.

Hehe I take it you're a fan of Darkplace ;)

[Iron Lung]

Bert turned to see what the source of the wimper was. A dog was lying under the stairs curled up in a ball. "Hey buddy," He said in his least gravelly voice possible. The dog's ears perked up and it slowly moved to his outstretched hand. It sniffed Bert's hand and licked it. "That's a good.... boy. Come here, let's get you something to eat." As he walked up the stairs with his new companion, he heard a knock at the back door. He ran to the back door and peered out the window beside it. "Hello?"

[Ozzylator]

JP's embarrassment was now at crimson level, his arms tightly folded over his lap. He could barely speak. "You know... what just happened."

[Charming]

Nutkin didn't feel anywhere near as bad as she thought she would about this. "Um... yeah, the whole shower thing. Thinking about it I guess it's not really that big a deal, it was an accident and we're all human here." She didn't mention that she'd been staring transfixedly at him as...

The thought of it brought the heat rushing back to her face. She had a feeling he knew anyway. Changing the subject she asked "are you sure you don't want anything?"

[Ozzylator]

"Maybe a sandwich or something..." he trailed off slightly, then climbed out of the window.

[Charming]

Standing in the kitchen Nutkin realised JP hadn't said what sort of sandwich he wanted. "Oh well" she shrugged "anything goes I suppose". She went back upstairs, climbing out of the window and onto the roof. He was standing there looking out at the rest of the neighbourhood. Everything seemed pretty desolate. Even the birds had gone. She tapped him on the shoulder and handed him a plate. "I hope you like tuna and mayo. Beer?" she offered him a bottle.

[Ozzylator]

The sun was high overhead and it shone down on the bleak neighbourhoods. Overnight the zombies had taken hold, easily smashing into the homes of the unprepared. There was a gentle, low-level chorus of light moaning rippling about the streets, but it was drowned out by the whistling of the wind betwixt the houses.

Nutkin prodded him and handed him the sandwich. "Mmm, please! My favourite!" He munched into it hungrily while Nutkin sat down in his deckchair.

[Charming]

"Well for someone who's not very hungry you aren't doing too badly" she grinned and took a large gulp from her bottle, emptying it. She sighed gently and leaned back. It was all rather surreal. One moment she'd been locking up the restaurant and heading home for a night of mindless telly, the next she was in the middle of an undead epedemic. It was tiring too. Her eyelids grew heavy and despite the zombies' groans echoing softly around the street she began to drift off.

[Ozzylator]

"Don't get too tired," JP remarked. "You won't sleep tonight." He drained his beer.

[Charming]

"Mmmm" she mumbled, getting up and stretching out. "I suppose you're right. We need to keep ourselves occupied. Any ideas?"

[Ozzylator]

"Nope. You?"

[Charming]

"Nothing whatsoever. I might as well go get another beer. Join me if you get bored up here." she climbed back through the window and headed downstairs.

[Ozzylator]

JP tried not to watch her leave. He'd seen almost everything she had on offer, and didn't want to dwell on it, for decency's sake. Instead he turned his attention to the forest behind the house.

[Charming]

It wasn't long before Nutkin was on her fourth beer. Tossing another bottle in the bin she decided that it probably wasn't the best idea to get completely hammered whilst in the midst of an undead army's attack and headed back upstairs to see what JP was up to.

[doctor_fruitbat]

"You've certainly managed to pick yourself a well-built house," remarked Horatio, lighting up another cigarette. "Though perhaps there are a few small details you've overlooked that I could help you with, not least of which is the fact you currently won't be able to turn a light on without attracting attention. My name is Horatio; my own house isn't robust enough to withstand an attack, but I think we can do something with this place. Could I come in please?"

[Iron Lung]

"Can you just give me a couple seconds I need to move this chest of drawers out of the way to open the door." Bert got his large frame next to the dresser and pushed it with all he could muster. It took a minute or two, but he got it far enough way to open the door. "Come on in....Horatio, right?"

[doctor_fruitbat]

"Thank you," said Horatio, taking off his hat and placing it on the side counter. To Bert's horror he placed an apparently loaded shotgun on the table, and swung the bag off his back and began rooting through its contents. He produced a roll of bin liners and some black masking tape. "First things first, we should get that table back in place," he said conversationally. "Then we need to cut some squares of bin liner and attach them to the windows. Don't leave a single gap, and use four layers; the bags are quite thick already, but it's better to be safe than sorry. Then I think we should lock all the doors and windows, put the kettle on and have a nice hot drink. This is your house, I take it?"

[Iron Lung]

"WHOA, nice gun. Nice hat too," Bert pointed out mildly freaked out by the, probably loaded, shotgun. Bert listened to Horatio list some improvements they could make to the house, agreeing with each one. "Oh yeah I'll get right on that," He answered as Horatio handed him some bin liners and some tape, "Uh and by the way I don't exactly live here, the owners would be in the basement, in several large pieces, beside a deceased zombie. But drinks do sound quite nice."

[Smowy]

Going to wales tommorow, feel free to powerplay to an extent but please don't kill me

[doctor_fruitbat]

"Good grief," said Horatio in mild surprise. "I suppose we should do something for them, though it may involve depositing them outside. We'll need to seal the basement too, and give it a clean-up; no sense in wasting floor space. If there's any more furniture upstairs we should seal off every single window and door down here, and perhaps the edges of the downstairs doors too, so we can turn on the lights without any filtering upstairs. And maybe get a rope, we have no idea who else will be needing a helping hand."

I have to go now, probably have time for a post much later on. Go nuts with whatever you want; they have lots of time to sort everything now. :)

[Iron Lung]

As Bert finished taping up the garbage bags on the widows, he went down stairs and took Horatio's advice. He put the remenants of the owners into a bag and took them into the back of the property, making sure to stay out of the sight of zombies. Bert then proceded to bury them behind a wood shed with a shovel he found. "There that should be suffice," he thoguth as he dumped the last bit of dirt into the hole. He walked in the back door and pushed the dresser back into position. The dog he had found in the basement was sleeping on the couch and Horatio had gone upstairs to rest. "Well time for drinks," Bert merrily thought as he walked up to the newly discovered liquor cabinet, "Let's see what we got here...vodka, good....bourbon, excellent....whiskey, I think I'll have that now." With his Jack Daniels in hand, he sat down at the kitchen table and began to drink.

[Hydralisk]

Tossing the bottle of water back into the rear of the buggy, Sanchez slid back into the buggy. Gunning the engine, he frowned. Static was building up all around the radios, with the word "zombie" and "military" being mentioned all too frequently to be a coincidence.

Barreling down the, he sped into the main town and promptly slammed into a pair of slow-moving pedestrians. Steadying the rocking vehicle, and arcing gracefully to a halt, he surveyed the damage. The lack of windows in the car dropped the weight some, but now one of the supporting struts was bend quite badly. Meh, I thought to myself, sweeping my fringe away from my ears, it had been through worse. Unlike those too poor bastards. They could never have survived that spe-

The train of though crashed epically as he observed the two peds, both old women. Stand up uneasily. Very much blood stained, their slow awkward movements were furthered hampered by a good amount of bullet holes in their torsos. Looking carefully - yes, the flesh was grey and molting like nobodies business - they were dead set on exacting some sort of revenge on Lucien.

Lucien liked to think of himself as a very composed man, improvising and winging out of near-impossible escapes (like when he was being chased by police after one of them had caught sight of his pistol. Six of the finest in the metropolitan ARU chasing for half an hour, with the aid of a spotter helicopter, had failed to prevent him from diving into his buggy and speeding straight out of range. Although, to be fair, the helicopter had been diverted away after 20 minutes, presumably out of range or some other trivial difficulty.). However, the thought that two old grannies could survive apiece several bullet wounds to the torso and then a 60+ mph collision with his buggy to boot did not bode well with him at all.

Re-igniting the engine (I must get some more petrol, Lucien noted), he spun around once again and headed out into the city centre...

[Ozzylator]

I'm posting this from my Wii, as my laptop has finally given in and died. I'll still be about but less frequently. Ta.

[Iron Lung]

After about the seventh shot of whiskey, Bert was certifiably smashed. He attempted to walk to the couch to sit down, but having his coordination lowered to that of....well of a drunk, this was a difficult task. "Errr, I....I need to lie down," He slurred as he stumbled out of his seat. He could see the couch through a dark haze, but just as Bert touched the arm of the couch he collasped on the floor and passed out.

[doctor_fruitbat]

Horatio prodded the prone body with his foot. He sighed heavily, and with difficulty propped the body up on the couch. Then he went upstairs and, carefully and methodically, began to shoot out every street light in the vicinity of the house.

Job done, he went to inspect the state of the fridge, and see where they kept the sugar.

[Hydralisk]

Lucien cursed for the umpteenth time as he swerved and clipped yet another zombie.

Zombies.

He had all but confirmed it for himself when he had taken his knife and skillfully thrusted it into a shuffling corpse. If it was alive, it would've stopped dead upon witnessing the heart failing. But of course, it wasn't. How he'd managed to get his knife back he still didn't quite know, but now he was grateful for his buggy, and for the reinforced structure he had specifically requested.

But even this was about to fail him, as the needle on the fuel dial nudged ever closer to the zilch mark, upon which he would have to hoof it out of town again. Unfortunately, some fool had ignited a rather large amount of combustibles, which was currently smouldering and producing clouds of vision-blocking smoke, reducing his line of vision to about 30m. Not an awful lot to work with when you're driving this quickly.

Coughing, he carefully followed the line of cat's eyes in the road that had so far helped him. Slowing down, he started to consider which direction to turn. The engine shuddered slightly.

"Come on, come on, keep going.." he cooed to the motor as a t-junction faintly appeared. Turning right, he increased the speed slightly. Whilst the zombie numbers had substantially reduced out in the suburbs, and the thick smoke was finally beginning to clear now that he was away from towering skyscrapers, he knew he'd have to bail out of the car soonish...

[Shalashaska]

I'm back from the gaelscoil. It was shit, so I came home early. Post later, Smowy is gone anyway?

[doctor_fruitbat]

"Well now," said Horatio, delicately placing a cup of tea down on the table, causing Bert to wince as the sound hit his brain like a lemon wrapped around a gold brick.

"This is roughly where we are," said Horatio, pointing at one of the drawing pins stuck in the street map now splayed across the table, its most relevant pages torn out and arranged neatly in rows and columns. "As we're in a cul-de-sac we have a certain advantage, which ironically is the fact that we are in a dead-end. There are gates here and here, but those are easily boarded and sealed, and any vaguely healthy human being can climb them easily; zombies I'm not so sure about. This is the main road in here, and we may have to commandeer a few cars to block it off.

"So, we have a few things to do; firstly, we need to seal off these two gateways. Next we need to drive out or entice out any zombies in this street so we can block off the entrance safely. Then we need to block off the main road, and finally we'll need to clear up any remaining corpses in the area. If we can achieve that then I'm quite confident we can hold this area. There's plenty of food left and the water supply seems to be uncontaminated, and if there's any sense left in the world the authorities should ensure it stays that way."

He leaned back and retrieved the shotgun. "If you'd care to take the heavy furniture then I'll provide assistance with the firearm. Who knows, I may even allow you the honour of wielding it for a time. Any questions?"

[Iron Lung]

Bert's mind slowly processed the information it had just received. "Uh yeah, sure. Can I just get some advil or tylenol or something, my head is killing me." Bert slowly got to his feet and walked toward the stairs to the upstairs bathroom. He walked into the bathroom, turned on the light. A sharp pain shot into his forehead. "AHHH, DAMN IT," He grunted as he turned off the lights. His eyes adjusted to the dull light coming in through the door. "Lets see here, where's the advil......here we are." he opened the cap and popped a couple pills into his mouth and swallowed them. He looked into the mirror and saw a person he barely recongnized. "Whoa, do I ever look rough," he thought as he rubbed his scruffy looking beard, "But, this is no time to worry about my looks." He walked down the stairs feeling much better, as the advil had started to take effect, and walked over to Horatio. "ALright let's get to work."

[Ozzylator]

I'm back from the gaelscoil. It was shit, so I came home early. Post later, Smowy is gone anyway?

Do you want the reins back?

[Shalashaska]

If that's okay. :)

Barth frowned at him.
"Take it easy. What am I to do except survive until the country takes measures to put down this threat?"
He stood up and left the room, gesturing for Chris to follow, then shutting the door.
"there's food in the kitchen if you haven't already eaten. I'm going out to look around after awhile if you want to come. Otherwise you can just stay here."

I'm planning on having Barth lose control of the zombies so they're just a mob.

[Smowy]

baaack
Chris sighed heavily and flung open the cupboards. He grabbed some biscuits and munched hungrily on them, savouring the sweet taste. He sighed again, he couldn't fill the empty feeling he ahd with biscuits. He slammed the cupbaord and leaned against the side, burying his head in his hands.

[doctor_fruitbat]

Horatio whistled as he polished a speck off of dust off the shotgun barrel. He glanced up. "Are you alright?" he asked. Bert grunted as the last of the heavy furniture was pushed in front of the gate, sealing it shut.

"Excellent!" said Horatio. "Have a shotgun. Let's go back and prepare to seal the other gate."

Longer post later tonight.

[Shalashaska]

Barth called out to Chris.
"So, are you coming out?"

[Smowy]

Chris shrugged and dragged himself away to follow Barth.
"where are we going?" he queried, as he approached Barth.

[Shalashaska]

Barth took his keys out of his pocket.
"I thought I said already. Until other measures are taken, I will be driving around and looking for survivors. You can come if you want."

[Hydralisk]

Lucien stepped gingerly out of the car. Grabbing a water bottle in one hand and a length of chains in the other hand, his knife resting easily in his belt. Scanning the horizon, he spotted a house with it's door swinging open - presumably the previous occupants had been far more concerned with personal safety than security.

It wasn't even too far from where the battered buggy had given up the ghost.

Striding over, he entered the house as silently as he could. Using the chain to secure the door to a Banister, he then quickly began a systematic search of the house for any survivors or zombies.

[Smowy]

Chris suddenly remembered
"oh yeah,sorry, Im not the best at remembering" he said as he stepped into the car. He was glad to be out of the house, it gave him an uneasy feeling.

[Shalashaska]

Barth turned the key in the ignition and drove the car, out onto the road.
"So, what do you want to do? We could go to your house and see if there's anything there, but more than likely your parents have been evacuated."
He didn't mention the other alternative.

[Hydralisk]

Finding the occupants of the house to be entirely non-existant, Lucien set about boarding up the windows best he could with a handful of planks of wood he had found outside. It was arduous work, but eventually all the ground floor windows had been covered up, save for a small bit of the kitchen window when he had ran out of wood. Covering that up with tin foil, he drank out of his water bottle again.

The fridge wasn't exactly packed, but it was certainly sufficent for a few weeks of besiegement, although the rationing would have to start now. Heading upstairs he decided to take a nap...

[Smowy]

Chris sighed.
"Yeah, I'll have a look at my house." he said, but was not hopeful about seeing any of his family. Knowing them they'd jump at an oppurtunity to leave him.

[Shalashaska]

One second, Fruitbat and Bert, do you think we should have the house you're staying at as Chris' house or go somewhere else? I thought it would be a good link.

[doctor_fruitbat]

I'm happy with that. I'm off for a few days until Sunday night and frankly am too tired to post properly right now, so feel free to step in and take the reins for a few days.

[Iron Lung]

Sounds good to me

[Shalashaska]

Good good. "Horatio" (lol)

Barth turned a corner.
"Where is it?"
"I'll give you directions, turn right down here...."
Barth continued to drive, following Chris's directions, until they came to a house that seemed far from empty.
Barth parked the car and got out, gesturing for Chris to follow.
He at the same time liked and didn't like that the hosue was boarded up. Either it meant there were live people inside, or it meant that there were zombies trapped inside. He still hadn't taken the proper measures to prevent himself from geting attacked.
He held up a hand for Chris to stop, then pulled out his revolver.
Walking up to the door, constantly looking around, he knocked hard and shouted.
"Anyone in there?"

[Hydralisk]

I'll assume you're linking up with me yes?
Lucien started terribly. There was a pounding on the door.
"Anyone in there?"
Throwing himself out of bed he ran down the stairs and opened the door.
"Quick, get in." he said nervously, noting the revolver.
The two strangers shuffled in. Closing and securing the door again, he turned to the strangers and, still weary of the gun, walked past them into the living room. Taking out a bottle of water, he offered it to the travellers, who accepted it gratefully.
"My name is Lucien Sanchez. I presume that one of you formerly resided here, yes?"
The unarmed man nodded, and Sanchez continued: "I apologise for breaking and entering, but I needed shelter - my buggy broke down on the road, you might've spotted it, or not, if all eyes were on the house. I'm afraid the door was broken open, I had to improvise a lock on short notice, and nobody, alive or undead, was in the house when I arrived."

[Smowy]

"it's ok" said Chris "my parents have buggered off already" he said sadly. "What's with the revolver?" he asked Dr Barth.

[Shalashaska]

Just one thing, Chris think's Barth is Dr. Isino.

Barth frowned.
"We're in a zombie invasion here. And if you want to know, I had it as a collectible. I have another and a rifle in a case back at my home."
He looked back at Lucien.
"Have you heard any news about the course of action here?"

[Hydralisk]

"COA? Haven't heard much. I was up in the hills earlier, though. Nice day for an Armageddon. Also, there's no zombies nearby, so you can put the damn gun away before you take out an eye." Lucien sighed. He didn't even know the gunman's name, or that of his associate. He was suspicious of the former though, he had a shady, shifty manner about him.

Lucien continued: "So yeah, we've got a fairly decent house here, a fair bit of food, although of course a bit more could never hurt. We should probably bottle water now, in case a pipe bursts or something. Not very realistic, but better to have and not need, right?" They nodded their assent. "So, I propose that we head over to your house, get some more food, and the firearms, and anything else we might need, and then head on back over, or bring the supplies here to there, depending on the condition of the house. Sound good?"

[Iron Lung]

Well, I'm back from vaction. Time to break the silence

Bert looked over to Horatio as he finished blocking off the gate. "It's hard work, trying protect yourself zombies, eh?" Bert chuckled as he walked away from the gate. Horatio offered to give Bert his shotgun as the moved to the other gate. "Hey man, you keep it. I wouldn't know what to do with it. Thanks though," Bert honestly said, "Well I suppose that other gate won't seal itself. You got me covered?"

[Shalashaska]

Barth thought about it for a minute.
"I think we'll hole up with you for awhile. How long do you think your supplies will hold out?"

[Hydralisk]

"Ach, we got supplies for a few weeks yet. It's no problem to stay overnight certainly." Lucien replied. He was feeling a bit more relaxed around the gunman and his accomplice, having got accustomed to their presence. Ambling slowly into the kitchen, he opened up the cupboards and took out a packet of crisps. Heading out the other door into the hallway, he headed for the stairs, and could vaguely hear murmuring from the other room.
It didn't interest him though. If they tried to attack him, they'd have a fight on their hands. Patting his pistol and knife affectionately, he headed into the bathroom, considering running a bath...

[Shalashaska]

I'm starting to think that a time skip of about a month would be good. I would serve something I want to do. Anybody else object?

[Iron Lung]

Hey man, you got the thumbs up from Iron Lung.

[Hydralisk]

fine with me.

[Cpt.Killeman]

Hey evryone can i join in? I haven't really read anything that's happened before i joined so i could sorta be a new character...

[Iron Lung]

I can't see why not, but you should look at the other posts

[Cpt.Killeman]

Personally, (and i put the out of context chat in magenta cos' it's easier to read) i think i should come in not knowing what's going on with the other characters, i read up to around the part where the zombies escape, so i am aware of how the outbreak occured, but i believe me not knowing about previous incidents that have occured will make me a fresh character who has just arrived, everyone did that story thing, so heres mine... Jack was finishing of his engineer duties as he finished of his 25th car of the day. He glanced to his left to grab his spanner when he noticed a pair of legs at the bonnett end of the car. ''Sorry, but i'm closing up now, you'll have to come back tomorrow.'' The pair of legs starting shifting around the side of the car, manouvering closer and closer towards him, he slid out from underneath the car and gazed up at the man.''Murrrrrrrrnnn'' The man groaned clenching his teeth as a strange white foam excreted from his mouth.''Jesus christ!''Jack shifted his weight and sped out of the other side of the car, wrench in hand he began to make his way to the garage entrance, but unfortunatley his attempts were foiled when the man stood before him blocking the entrance.''Listen mate, move, or i start gettin' agressive!'' The man lunged towards Jack only to be smashed in the side of the head by an incoming wrench. Jack backed away from the body and hotwired the customer's car, he then began to drive out of town.

[Shalashaska]

Okay, let's get this back on it's feet. I'm gonig to make this post, then Killeman can ahve allt he time hew wants until he gets to the timeskip in his story.

Barth sat down on an old couch and took a cigarette from his pocket. Stretching out, he lit it and started to smoke.
The night passed uneventfully, Barth using his time to catch up on his sleep.
He woke up, his head hurting, a side effect of the serum to stop infection.
Taking deep breaths, he walked up stairs and looked out a window while taking out another smoke.
Looking, out, he suddenly stopped.
The cig dropped from his hands.
Sprinting down the stairs he roared out, rousing the other two.
He swore under his breathe, even as the huge mob of zombies got closer to the house........
Lucien was up first.
"Whats wrong?"
Barth couldn't speak. He had fucked up completely.
He was now stranded here with two people; one who would probabley kill him if he found out what he had done.
He just pointed to the window.

[Cpt.Killeman]

Jack pulled up on a small dirt road and glanced down to see a mob of the zombie like creatures gathering around a house, he heard a lot of comotion coming from what sounded like other survivors who must have held up in the house, his trusty wrench lay beside him. He got out of the car and gazed up into the moonlight deciding what his next move would be. He clambered back into the car, wound the window up and buckled his belt. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it and clenched his teeth around it. He let off the handbreak and began to drive wrecklessley towards the mob of zombies...

Thanks for letting me join in guys, i'm a great fan of zombie survival sorta stuff.

[Smowy]

Chris lazily raised his head.
"what the hell..." he said. From his angle the window yeilded no view of incoming zombies.
"this better not be one of these stupid ass practical jokes" he said, forgetting the recent events in his stupified states.

[Cpt.Killeman]

Jack felt an overpowering feeling of adrenaline racing down towards the house, he checked his speed, 60mph and gaining, he knew this was a deathtrip but the slightest sighn of life was enough to compell him. He slammed into the side of the first three or four zombies on the southern side of the crowd and flinched each time one rolled up on to the windscreen of the vehicle and bumped over the top. He looked back to see his killcount but he hadn't had that great an effect on the crowd. He glanced forward only to bare witness to the front bonnett plowing into a tree. The car toppled onto it's side and jack was hurled about the cockpit. Everything became blurry, but he was slightly comforted by hearing the muffled voices of other survivors, but shortly everything faded to black, he was slowly losing consioussness.

By the way i don't intend to get killed here but if you guys want me to make my own way to safety i can cook something up.

[Iron Lung]

The bottle was Smirnoff and it was half empty, or was it half full. Bert didn't care, as long as it was booze. He raised the bottle up to his mouth but was interupted by a dull crashing noise. Bert stood to his feet and walk to the window, he was unprepared for what he saw next. "Holy ****! Look at all of those zombies." Bert half coughed, half yelled. He looked closer at the distant mob, "Oh god, there's a guy in that car! Come on buddy, get the hell outta there! Why aren't you moving!" Bert said to himself, "I can't believe I'm about to do this, but I gotta help that guy."

Bert walked into the kitchen and grabbed a hoodie he had found upstairs and his jacket. He hastily put them on, grabbed his axe and pushed the light barricade away from the back door. The night air felt cool on his face as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Bert took one deep breath and climbed over the barricaded gate. A feeling of fear was growing in his gut that he had not felt since the day his wife was murdered. "This is it," He said as he approached toward the mob. His axe crashed down on a zombie's skull, killing it instantly. Another swing brought the axe to another zombie's forehead. He was almost to the man in the car. A zombie fell infront of Bert and was met with a stiff kick to the shins, knocking it down, and an axe to the skull. Bert had finally made it to the car and the man. He grabbed the guy's arm and dragged him out of the car, heaved the man onto his shoulders and quickly moved into the nearest house.

By the way, Anyone heard from Fruitbat?

[Cpt.Killeman]

Jack awoke on a red leather couch with a large bandage wrapped around his waste, he hastely arose and felt around for his wrench, it was no-where to be seen. He may have sacrificed his wrench but he could hear someone walking about the corridor outside the room. Jack slowly walked forward and grabbed the coal poker from the fireplace, his intent was to open the door swinging it in every direction. Jack ran forwards and rammed the door open glancing to his right there was a front door and to his left a man with a surprised look on his face, Jack quickly came to his senses. ''Shit, sorry man, i'm not used to zombie apocolypses...''. He saw his jacket on a table and pulled out his cigarrettes. ''You look like shit, you wan't a smoke?''....

[Hydralisk]

Lucien looked out of the window. "ooh FUCK! Where the hell did all of those Zombies come from?!" Racing back into the house, he grabbed his hand cannon and blade. Throwing on clothes as fast as he possibly could, he raced to the top of the stairs, and barreled downward, barely keeping his balance. "I hate Zombies!" Lucien uttered bitterly.

[Shalashaska]

Barth recovered from his momentary brooding.
"Wait!" he roared.
"Where are you going?"

[doctor_fruitbat]

Horatio awoke with a snort. Feeling the air on his face, he walked quickly to the back door and stepped into the night; a whole crowd of the undead were swarming near the end of the street, with a few felled along the way. A car had been parked, somewhat badly Horatio felt.

He sighed. Things had been going so well. Relatively, at least. Shouldering the shotgun, he placed his pork-pie hat atop his head and strode to the rescue, probably his own.

[Smowy]

"Zombies?" Chris exclaimed "oh shit!" he said as he remebered what had happened. "What are we gonna do? Can't you use your gun?" he asked.

[Hydralisk]

Lucien stopped briefly and called back up "I'm checking out back to make sure none have sneaked ahead of the pack!" With that said, he silently stalked over to the back door, and peered through a tiny crack in the wood that had emerged. Nothing was moving. Not even the wind. He checked through another crack, and sure enough, there were already a few moaning on the opposite side of the wooden fence, wondering how to best overcome this obstacle.

Turning around sharply, Lucien grabbed a bottle of water. This was going to be a very long day. Running back up the stairs, he saw the attic cover had already been exposed, and that chris was scampering upwards on a ladder, which was clearly about to fall down. Nimbly, he grabbed the ladder and uprighted it. A blasphemy emerged from above, followed by a muttering that Lucien interpreted as thanks. Following upwards, his eyes had little time to adjust to the gloom before he reached the sky-light. Pulling himself upwards, Lucien rolled smartly onto the gently inclined roof, and headed to the edge...

[Shalashaska]

Barth got his wit together then looked around.
"Get higher. They might not know we're here."
He grabbed a ladder from the side and reached up, pushing away the attic cover.
Putting the ladder in palce, he climbed up.
Looking down, he said, "Come on. Get up."

[Smowy]

Chris jumped up the ladder and crawled deeper into the attic.
"At least we can get them as they come up the ladder" he said, searching for a weapon. He was glad the family who once lived here kept their gardening tools upstairs, so grabbed an old fasioned hedge clipper.

[Iron Lung]

"No smokes for me thanks." Bert said as he pulled his flask out of his pocket. His hands shook as he unscrewed the top, with one deep drink, he calmed down. "We should probably get out of here as soon as possible, ya never know when the zombies will figure out we're in here."

[Cpt.Killeman]

Jack saw that the door was un-barricaded. He looked at the man and was surprised that he managed to carry him into the house. Jack was around 7 ft tall and was very stocky. ''Um, yeah..'' He lit the cigarrette. ''Way i see it we should take the back door, your not the only survivor i assume, and if so, we should try and reach the others...''