Zombie Apocalypse (Summary) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99804.0)<br/>Zombie Apocalypse (Interest Thread) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99627.0)<br/>Zombie Apocalypse (Characters) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99808.0)<br/>Zombie Apocalypse (Discussion Thread) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99806.0)<br/><br/><br/>A depressing murmur echoed through the bare shops and halls of Liberty Mall as its newly acquired tenants shuffled and whispered aimlessly inside its protective walls. The last few days had been more than dismal for the survivors as a shortage of supplies and deteriorating conditions were soon trumped by several deaths. A young couple were misfortunate enough to stumble upon the lifeless body of a Mr. Wethers, a middle-aged man of greying hair and medium build, who had lost everything before the mall. Everyone knew he had all but given up on life but to actually see his corpse, wrists slit, was not only demoralising but inevitably fatal for the young pair, especially as it lunged hungrily for them.<br/><br/>It's been a day now and Katherine has since sunk into a well of misery, choosing to sit quietly on the edge of the indoor fountain, with her knees hugged close to her chest as small intermittent sobs pervade the air around her. She has yet to share any details of Jeff's gruesome death and has ignored any who have approached her. She was lucky enough that other survivors had heard the screams and managed to shoot and bludgeon the zombie but by then her boyfriend was already gurgling in his own blood. Both the bodies of Jeff and Mr. Wethers were unceremoniously dumped outside after the incident.<br/><br/>Still, life goes on in the mall...<br/><br/>Jack, a scrawny, slightly hunched, individual, of questionable origin was already trying to gather others for his most recent plan to escape. Most had by then learnt to ignore the suicidal ideas of the dark-haired, denim-wearing, conman but some of the newcomers were still unaware of how Jack's previous teams faired. Currently he had around several people, sitting with him over a table he'd managed to drag out into the hall. "I came across an armoured van," he whispered conspiratorially to the willing listeners as his beady eyes darted from one to the next, "All we need to do is convince a few others to join us, find the keys, perhaps some supplies and we can leave this depressing hell hole once and for all. I know it might sound dangerous but it's not like anyone's coming to help us and, if you ask me, we're likely to see a nuke more than a rescue vehicle in the next few days."<br/><br/>Those who were opting to stay on the other hand were looking for ways in which to improve their conditions. Susan, a blonde and fairly muscular construction labourer, currently dressed in her work-overalls, had already gathered quite a large crowd of her own in the open hall which she was trying to encourage into helping her venture into the sewers and install a mobile water-purifier. Next to her stood a casually dressed, brown-haired, Duncan. He arrived as a smartly dressed school teacher but now wore a pair of baggy blue pants, a white top and a pair of sneakers. The curly-haired man had just finished laying out his own idea for siphoning diesel from cars in the parking lot and transferring the fuel into the generator. And as Susan finished with her water-purifying plan, the floor opened for any others to step forward with ideas of their own.<br/><br/>Susan, Duncan and Jack were hardly the only ones scheming or planning for the days ahead however, with many groups forming almost all over the place. Proposals to mission out into the streets and collect weapons or supplies from nearby areas were also doing the rounds. Some people didn't even seem bothered and merely chatted or drank away their troubles, while most moped gloomily in their own little corners, with the latter group growing larger with each passing day.