Mall of Doom (Holiday Zombie Roleplay) Main Entrance
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				Title: <strong>Mall of Doom (Holiday Zombie Roleplay) Main Entrance</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 07:12:21</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://th01.deviantart.net/fs6/PRE/i/2005/019/c/6/Snow_1_by_kaorukun.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><tt class="bbc_tt">Thursday, 22 November 2012, 17:45<br>6 hours, 15 minutes to Black Friday</tt></span><br><br><tt class="bbc_tt"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The streets of Galloway Heights were empty as people sat around at home, enjoying the company of their loved ones.&nbsp; That is, except for the unfortunate few who were made to work over the holiday setting up for the infamous Black Friday.&nbsp; The preceding years were nightmares, and everyone was on edge as they prepared.&nbsp; Decorations were being set up, lights strung, displays set.&nbsp; The mall was closed to all but the employees and the few last minute delivery vans making their runs.<br><br>One such delivery van, marked simply <em>On Time Delivery</em>, pulled into the delivery area of the underground parking garage.&nbsp; The security officer, bundled up tightly due to the cold, checked that the delivery was for a store here in the mall, then ushered them inside.&nbsp; The two men inside nodded and drove through, pulling into the loading zone.&nbsp; It was empty, since everyone who would normally oversee the area was at home or in the main part of the mall setting up.&nbsp; The men had no problem unloading the canisters, simple blue ones that didn't appear ominous in any way.<br><br>They had to move quickly to get set up, the timers inside already set.&nbsp; They moved them through the mall, stopping only to set up the cardboard disguises around each one before continuing.&nbsp; They were unopposed as they moved the fake displays to the front and outside, where the crowds would be assembling prior to the doors opening.&nbsp; After getting set up, they stopped to have someone authorize their visit, then headed out.&nbsp; They were in their van heading out as the clock on their dash read 6:05PM.</span></tt><br><br><tt class="bbc_tt"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Thursday, 22 November 2012, 22:50<br>1 hour, 10 minutes to Black Friday</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Everyone scheduled to work on Black Friday who could be there was already in place within the mall.&nbsp; Every store was open, everyone excited.&nbsp; Security guards in blue windbreakers with yellow SECURITY marked on the back stood ready to help contain the crowd, along with quite a few local police and sheriff deputies.&nbsp; Store managers and owners both sipped coffee and made sure everyone was there, setting up last minute deals, merchandise and other key items.&nbsp; Employees worked diligently to make sure they were doing what needed to be done.<br><br>At exactly 23:00, 1 hour to go, the two canisters disguised as advertisements began to go off.&nbsp; Their internal timers triggered the release of an airborne virus, seeping slowly through the crowd's feet as they passed.&nbsp; As the cold set in, it changed chemically and began to rise, up into the lungs of the first victims.&nbsp; At first, it was a simple cough.&nbsp; Then they began to get tired.&nbsp; Some fell asleep.&nbsp; When they got up... they were turned.&nbsp; The canisters had been placed at the edge of the crowd's expected limit, so the fringes got hit first.&nbsp; With nowhere else to go, the crowd was trapped between the doors and the new zombies.<br><br>As realization sank in, people began to panic.</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Friday, 23 November 2012, 00:00<br><strong><em>Black Friday</em></strong></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">An incident several years prior during Black Friday had resulted in an employee getting trampled to death.&nbsp; Ever since, fearful of lawsuits, the doors on Black Friday were designed to unlock and open automatically, to let the crowd stream in.&nbsp; The panic seemed worse this year as people flooded in, screaming and running at full tilt.&nbsp; Expecting such a reaction, employees braced for the oncoming tidal wave of people.<br><br>People of all types flooded the stores, but not by choice.&nbsp; Many had been pushed out of the way by others as the crowd expanded to fill the available space and keep going.&nbsp; One woman was shoved so hard she fell through a display case, the glass cutting up her face and arms.&nbsp; People already infected kept going as they began to turn, helped by loved ones until they turned and then began to bite.&nbsp; Police, expecting chaos, found themselves facing a crowd that was covered in blood and getting bloodier.<br><br>As the police surged in to diffuse the situation, the zombies began to get into the stores.&nbsp; They were fast, and they were mean.&nbsp; As one jumped up on a counter, covered in blood, his eyes locked onto the young woman behind the counter.&nbsp; She screamed as he reached for her, grabbing at her clothes, ripping them open and leaving her breasts to bounce free as his teeth found her throat.&nbsp; Her screams gave way to gurgling as her throat entered his mouth.&nbsp; She fell back onto the floor, her bare breasts coated in her own blood as she convulsed.<br><br>An officer, seeing someone getting their arm bitten into, fired his pistol into the zombie.&nbsp; It howled in rage, staggering under the .44 rounds slamming into its body.&nbsp; It tried to grab the officer, eyes red with rage, when it collapsed.&nbsp; The officer, stunned, was then caught by an infected woman and had his ear bitten off, collapsing in pain as another officer beat the woman's head in with a nightstick.&nbsp; The officers were unprepared, and many disappeared into the insanity, overwhelmed.&nbsp; The few that escaped did so by running with the fleeing crowd, though occasionally shooting back at the oncoming horde.<br><br>As chaos spread, survivors began to take refuge in stores by yanking down the security cages and locking them, despite the screams of non-infected to be let in.&nbsp; A man, desperate to secure safety for himself and his son, begged the frightened employees until he was set upon by the zombies.&nbsp; They literally ripped him to pieces, him and his son, until they were nothing but pieces on the floor.&nbsp; Some of the zombies tried to reach for the employees trapped inside, but others took off after the movement of escaping innocents.<br><br>The madness had begun.</span></tt>
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				Post by: <strong>Xiphon III</strong> on <strong>04-12-2011, 05:17:34</strong>
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				<strong>&lt;Liam&gt; - Tag: &lt;Lovesack&gt;</strong><br><br>Liam gasped for breath as he hid from the hordes. Crouched low behind a massive beanbag, he tried his hardest not to make a sound. Looking around, he tried to see if there was a back exit to the store. He'd be royally screwed were he to get trapped in this mall with those...he hesitated to call them people. Whatever was wrong with them...they were barely human. He was lucky. He had been one of those closest to the doors, and had been able to get inside relatively unharmed. Unfortunately, his left arm had been ripped off his suit. He looked down at it sadly. It had been Armani.
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>04-12-2011, 11:14:18</strong>
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				<strong>Michelle and Cheryl - In the crowd waiting to be allowed in</strong><br><br>"Come on come on... open up you stupid mall."<br><br>Cheryl had managed to push her way through the crowd with Michelle holding her hand being pulled along. If it was up to Michelle they'd have waited at the back but not Cheryl. She wanted to have her new clothes and she wasn't going to let anybody get in her way. When she was at the front doors, she gave the security guards inside a poisonous look and tapped her watch as if saying it was time to open.<br><br>"Relax Cher, they'll open and you'll get your dress." <br><br>No matter what Michelle tried to calm her friend, Cheryl was too fired up to be calmed down. <br><br>Then at the back of the crowd, people started to scream. Being at the front, the two friends didn't really know what was going on but just like everybody else around them, they were on guard. The screams were not impatience, but something more primordial. Just when Cheryl was about to scream something at the back of the crowd to behave like adults, she was pushed against the doors by the mass. Michelle panicked a little as people around them started to push back against the doors. <br><br>Just as Cheryl was panicking too, the doors opened and the front of the crowd was catapulted inside. Some people fell over and were immediately trampled, Cheryl and Michelle managed to stay on their feet. Still oblivious as to what was going on, Cheryl grabbed Michelle's hand and ran to the shop she wanted, blinded by her dress. Michelle was aware of the panic and asked Cheryl to stop to see what was going on but Cheryl wouldn't stop until she had reached the shop.<br><br>The doors were still closed and again Cheryl banged the windows tapping her watch. <br><br>Michelle in the meantime was asking people around her what was going on. The answers she got varied from Al Qaeda, the Russians, to zombie attacks and chemical weapons. None of it made sense to Michelle but as the screaming got louder and more panicked, she too began to feel a little weary.<br><br>"Cheryl? Maybe we should like... come back later? I don't think they are open yet."<br><br>"What? And miss my dress!? No way in hell! What are these people screaming about? Is there some sell out I don't know about?"<br><br>Just when Michelle wanted to answer what she had heard, she saw the first bloodstained people running past and the sound of.. what was that sound? Gurgling? Choking? <br><br>"Oi! Open this door! I know Jamy! She works here!"<br><br>Cheryl had now too resorted to panic and was banging the window calling for her friend to open the doors of the shop. Seconds later she was joined by Michelle.
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>05-12-2011, 06:18:35</strong>
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				<strong>Leo - Waiting for the Horde of Shoppers - Dick's Sporting Goods</strong><br><br>The sporting goods store was quiet and still as the time neared midnight. Everybody seemed to be waiting with bated breath, the doors already open and up, the staff ready to assist shoppers. Their was a staff of a dozen, and Leo just happened to be one of the unfortunates working tonight. <br><br>"Ugh, I can't wait for this to get over." "Hey, at least the pay is good." And other such idle chatter slowly began as the clock hit midnight, and they could hear, in the distance, the crowd of sales hungry people stampeding in, unaware that many hungered for something other than a good deal.<br><br>The manager stood out, proud and tall and far-too-large, ready with a big, warm grin to personally welcome everybody that would be coming in.&nbsp; Off in the distance, someone manned the gun counter, with its selection of shotguns and rifles and ammo, all locked up in gun cages and safes. He kept the keys close to him; usually only the manager had them, for safety reasons, but this one kid actually had a permit, and the manager knew at least some people would want a nice, shiny new gun, and couldn't be in two places at once...<br><br>Meanwhile, Leo casually hung out in the camping section of the store. This was his territory, his assigned working area, where he would answer questions and assist people in picking out the right kind of gear for their special someone who actually enjoyed the great outdoors in this day and age of video games and movies. The youth remained, thus far, oblivious to the true nature of the crowd invading the mall; it was his first time working Black Friday, and <span class="bbc_u">everyone</span> <strong>did</strong> say it would be loud and unruly, despite the police presence...
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				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>05-12-2011, 07:19:22</strong>
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				<tt class="bbc_tt"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Thursday, 23 November 2012, 00:01<br>1 Minute into Black Friday</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>For Xiphon III</strong><br><br>The Lovesac furniture store was mostly empty.&nbsp; The four salesmen who'd been working for the early sale, mostly middle aged men, stood around ready to help while in the back, younger men more muscular stood by with dollies and moving equipment for loading the heavy pieces of furniture as they were bought.&nbsp; When midnight struck, they'd been waiting patiently as one of the first stores by the entrance, and one of the first stores to receive the carnage as it came.<br><br>Liam was not the first through the door, for that honor was bestowed on a young man who was propelled through the door by the crowds.&nbsp; As the salesmen rushed forward to assist him, he turned, and began to devour the salesmen.&nbsp; Liam would be pushed in after him, finding himself tripping over a beanbag and spilling onto the floor while the salesmen tried to haul the zombie off their coworker and save him, only to be set upon by more zombies.&nbsp; Liam would spot two exits, one to the outside, the other towards the service areas.<br><br>When Liam reached the doors, only one would open.&nbsp; The men in the back had heard the commotion and used the heavy furniture to barricade the doors to the back room, leaving Liam only one way out and that was through the service tunnels leading out the back.&nbsp; They would have doors marked plainly for each business, a way for employees to sneak in and out without going through the front of the shops.<br><br><strong>For Dashenka</strong><br><br>As the crowd began to split up inside the mall, some forced into stores near the entrance and others still running to simply get away, the zombies began to focus on trying to kill those they already had their hands on.&nbsp; Michelle and Cheryl, pounding on the walls, became the target of a woman with blood red eyes and crimson running down her chin.&nbsp; She screamed and ran at the two women, but was stopped at the last second by an officer shooting her, before he himself was overwhelmed by other zombies.&nbsp; The now dead zombie hit the glass doors and broke through them, leaving glass and blood all over the floor.<br><br>Jamy, the friend working in the store, rushed forward to try and get the girls inside, when she was grabbed by a zombie.&nbsp; Screaming, right in front of the two women, her screams became gurgles as her throat was ripped out by teeth.&nbsp; The madness was all around them, and it was impossible to make heads or tails of who was actually infected due to the sheer amount of blood being spilled.&nbsp; The manager, with no other option, reached out and grabbed Cheryl and Michelle, yanking them inside and then grabbing the metal cage and hauling it down, kicking the dead zombie that broke through the door out of the way.<br><br><strong>For TheHangedMan</strong><br><br>The oncoming crowd of paniced people was a shock for the store manager, who was expecting a rush but not one quite that lively.&nbsp; Dick's was a huge sporting goods outfitter and was right next to two entrances, which were currently locked to keep people from slipping in and out.&nbsp; That also meant that as the crowd surged forward and impacted the metal cages, they were desperate to escape and had nowhere to go but into Dick's.&nbsp; They were screaming in pain, confusion, panic, and some in rage.&nbsp; One set upon the hefty manager and bit his entire nose off in a single bite, before devouring more of his face.<br><br>Some of the people began trying to erect a barricade, since the majority of zombies were still on the other end of the mall.&nbsp; Anything that could be used was thrown into a barricade.&nbsp; Some ran to the gun counter, demanding that the kid there unlock the guns and ammunition.&nbsp; The panic and confusion continued as some, still in a panic, ran to the back trying desperately to escape out the locked back doors, clawing desperately and sobbing pathetically.&nbsp; They weren't concerned about anyone but themselves, and attacked anyone who strayed too close out of fear.<br><br>Too bad the camping section was closest to these frantic people.</span></tt>
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>05-12-2011, 10:27:14</strong>
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				Well, holy fucking shit. He didn't catch the initial carnage that his manager suffered; the scream drew the portly young man out to see what the hell was going on, and when he saw the carnage, his first thoughts--unlike the perfectly sane people wanting to get out-- was along the lines of. <em>Holy shit. This is kind of like the remake of Dawn of the Dead. </em><br><br>Rather than freaking out, the geek manages to keep his head on his shoulders (at least for the time being); isn't that how it always is? So rather than freaking the fuck out, he calmly made his way over to the paintball section of the store. There, their (http://www.dickssportinggoods.com/product/index.jsp?productId=4394001&amp;cp=4406646.4413993.4414427.12115093) was a number (http://www.dickssportinggoods.com/product/index.jsp?productId=12216375&amp;cp=4406646.4413993.4414427.12115093) of items (http://www.dickssportinggoods.com/product/index.jsp?productId=12216376&amp;cp=4406646.4413993.4414427.12115093) he would (http://www.dickssportinggoods.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3790281&amp;cp=4406646.4413993.4414427.12115093) try to procure, (http://www.dickssportinggoods.com/product/index.jsp?productId=4361134&amp;cp=4406646.4413993.4414427.12115093) right off the shelf, and arm himself with. <br><br>Because, you know, he's totally a modern day Don Quixote. Except, for now, he lacked a lance, or other suitable weapon, because those would have to be had elsewhere, and in his infinite wisdom, he has decided that armor should precede weaponry. <br><br>He is also promptly joined by one of his coworkers who, needless to say, is quick to ask him what in the hell he's doing, and what in the hell is going on, and to start babbling because <em>holy fucking shit.</em> "Calm the fuck down. What do you think it is? A riot. And I'm not letting rioters kill me." He'd respond, knowing better than to try and convince his coworker that zombies were real, and happening; he's tried to convince other people before about this. But would they listen to him? Nope. <br><br>"Make yourself&nbsp; useful, go help close the cage thing." He'd say, knowing full well that the next time he saw this coworker, it'd probably be as one of them. And because Leo is seemingly the only one with his head on his straight (a fact that could be easily argued if anybody knew what was actually going through his mind), the nameless coworker was willing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mall of Doom (Holiday Zombie Roleplay) Main Entrance</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>05-12-2011, 11:35:09</strong>
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				If any of the girls had even a remote idea of what was going on, it was Michelle. Cheryl was still oblivious to how serious it really was and although a zombie infestation was something that would only happen to Milla Jovovich, Michelle knew it was just that. When the deranged woman came running towards them, she stopped banging the glass for a second to protect herself and just when she fully expected the zombie to hit, bite or whatever it would do, she heard a gunshot and the woman fell through the glass. <br><br>The window shattered and immediately Cheryl began to climb through, helped by Jamy. Leaning over a counter, she was easy picking and a big zombie male pulled her off the counter, over Cheryl and into the crowd. The brunette went down screaming and had her throat, arm and clothes ripped off long before she was trampled on by the masses. <br><br>In the process of Jamy being taken, the manager of the shop hauled Cheryl inside by the rim of her jeans and Michelle followed on her own, kicking somebody in the face who had held on to her legs. She wasn’t sure if that was a zombie or not but why take the risk. Right behind her she heard the metallic rattle of the cage door come down.<br><br>“They’re mad!”<br>Cheryl was more angry than scared as her mind simply didn’t comprehend what was going on. As she climbed onto her feet, catching her breath, she looked around for her friend in vain.<br>“Where’s Jamy?”<br><br>Michelle looked at the store manager and he looked just as dumbfounded as the rest of the personnel in the shop. Through the broken glass, the mass moved by in gurgles and screams. Although the latter one were becoming scarce. Slowly but certainly the horrifying reality also got through to Cheryl.<br><br>Moments passed before the store manager decided to pick up the phone and call the police after shouting orders to his employers to barricade the metal door with anything they could find. Michelle helped stacking racks and counters at the doors while Cheryl just walked around utterly bewildered.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>drezdock</strong> on <strong>05-12-2011, 14:47:46</strong>
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				Hector had just gotten finished mopping the floors in front of Kay Jewelers. He took a moment to lean on his mop and gaze at the huge crowd of shoppers that were eagerly trying to get in and spend their hard earned money on useless crap. He watched as the clock ticked away its final seconds before the automatic locks disengaged and the screaming hordes were released into the mall. However, something was different. He was worked black friday before and knew that people could get crazy when looking for a bargain. He had seen people trampled, pepper sprayed, and even saw one crazy puta pull out a gun over a video game system. But this was different. These people weren't just running to get deals, they were running away from something, and some of them were chasing each other.<br>He saw with awestruck horror as some of the people in the crowd began to attack and appeared to start to... eat... other people in the crowd.<br>"What the fuck..?" He said as he took two steps towards the carnage, trying to figure out what was going on.<br>The crowd of people was surging down the center concourse of the mall leaving a wake of screams and blood around it. Hector looked around, quickly weighing his options. He could either use his custodial keys to try and get the fuck out of the way of the huge swarm of by diving into the store closest to him that was open, he could try to open the gates to one of the closed stores with his keys and hide inside, or he could run as fast as he could away from the crowd out the back exit towards the sporting goods store.<br>Hector made his decision quickly, he ducked into the nearest open store and started trying to slam the gate shut. "Help me close this shit!" He yelled at the employees. "They're fucking going CRAZY out there!"
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				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>05-12-2011, 15:43:26</strong>
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				<tt class="bbc_tt"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Friday, 23 November 2012, 00:02<br>2 Minutes into Black Friday</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>For TheHangedMan</strong><br>The workers trying to get the gate down had managed to get the key from the manager's body, but only after shoving the zombie back into the faceless hordes trying to descend upon them.&nbsp; With the keys in hand and the cage coming down, people were frantic to get to safety.&nbsp; They poured in, some with visible wounds, others just scared and panicked.&nbsp; In the confusion, it was hard to tell who was really infected or not.&nbsp; One, however, clearly was.<br><br>The zombie got in and pounced on a young mother, who screamed right before the zombie grabbed her head and slammed it into the ground until she stopped moving.&nbsp; He roared with rage, then his eyes fell on Leo, and his eyes seemed to boil over with rage as he literally lept the four or five feet seperating them, flying straight for the portly man even as the cage finally came down and locked.&nbsp; No more would get in, but one was already inside, locked in with them.<br><br><strong>For Dashenka</strong><br>The manager, an elderly gentleman with a balding head, directed the employees with Michelle's help, securing the door from the waves of attackers outside.&nbsp; With fresh meat in sight, many abandoned their hopeless cause to get inside, running after those still alive.&nbsp; The three that stayed weren't directly beating on the door, but they were growling and making noise, appearing bewildered by hearing prey but not seeing it.<br><br>After a few moments of barricading, it was obvious they would be safe enough for the time being, so the manager walked over to the counter, where Michelle was trying to contact police.&nbsp; However, every time she dialed, she received the three toned message that said, "We're sorry, all available telephone lines are currently in use.&nbsp; Please hang up and try again."&nbsp; No matter how many times she dialed, it was the same problem.&nbsp; Nothing was getting through.&nbsp; Her cellphone was getting zero bars, making it impossible to try that either.<br><br>For Cheryl, after things had calmed down, she would realize she was covered in blood, most of it someone else's.&nbsp; The manager spotted her and walked over with a shirt about her size, "Here.&nbsp; Best get that off before you get infected with something.&nbsp; You can change in the fitting room."<br><br><strong>For drezdock</strong><br>Hector found himself in the Pandora Jewelry store, at the corner where the mall branched off into different areas.&nbsp; Around them, people and zombies ran past as the cage rattled closed, leaving them safe for the moment.&nbsp; The two women and one man, all dressed meticulously in suits, looked completely out of their league as they watched the carnage unfold outside.&nbsp; One zombie reached through and grabbed one of the women's tie, yanking her against the cage.&nbsp; He nearly got her, but she was frantically pulled back by her coworkers.<br><br>With the situation secure, Hector would find there wasn't a way out except through the front.&nbsp; The maintenance ways didn't extend to the store, leaving him trapped here for the time being.&nbsp; If they had to wait very long, they'd find they needed supplies.&nbsp; How they would get those supplies would be a real challenge.</span></tt>
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>05-12-2011, 21:22:04</strong>
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				"Zonds ahoy!~" he screeches nonsense, because while he might have been trying to be all cool and calm&nbsp; and a badass, the sight of something leaping at him with a clearly inhuman, amplified dexterity is enough to make him freak out. Not entirely, at least, but enough that he isn't able to formulate a statement that makes much sense.<br><br>As he sees it coming, he turns around, and runs out of the aisle he's in, and heads towards the baseball and softball department. It was close by, as all the sporting sections were right next to each other more or less, and he's running as fast as he can go (which is probably surprising for a man of his weight; however, no better than what the average man could do), hoping, practically praying to a god that doesn't exist, that he can just get to a fucking bat (http://www.dickssportinggoods.com/product/index.jsp?productId=11613218&amp;cp=4406646.4413887.4414014.4414037) in time to deal with the blasted thing. <br><br>If he was able to, he'd waste no time in trying to bash in the zombie's head with the bat. Of average strength, he would nonetheless have his strength temporarily enhanced by the surging adrenaline that was flooding through his system. 
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				Post by: <strong>Xiphon III</strong> on <strong>06-12-2011, 14:35:06</strong>
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				<strong>&lt;Liam&gt; - Tag: &lt;Lovesack&gt;</strong><br><br>Liam, trying to slow his breathing, moved up from the ground into a crouch. Peeking over the large beanbag chair, he hissed as he saw the employees getting eaten. Forcing himself to look away before he was sick, he began moving forward in a crouch, trying to stay out of sight of any who might harm him, banking on the brawl with the employees to draw attention. He headed slowly towards the back of the store, trying to slip into the employee back rooms.
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>06-12-2011, 14:56:46</strong>
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				“Eww.”<br>Cheryl looked at the blood spatters on her clothes and quickly took most of it off before disappearing into a fitting room.<br><br>Michelle in the meantime had given up on trying to make a phone call and joined the manager and his employees in staring at the ‘things’ outside. Most of them walked by and the screaming had now almost completely faded. Outside the shop it was now a blur of choking and growling noises as most people were dead. Occasionally they would be disturbed by a scream from a person trying to hide somewhere in vain. <br><br>They just stood watching, not really sure what was happening.<br><br>“Okay now can somebody plea…”<br>“Shh..”<br><br>Cheryl came out the fitting room just as the three ‘things’ at the door were quiet and about to move on. Her coming out, startled them again and Michelle immediately tried to silence her.<br><br>“Don’t shush me! What’s going on!”<br><br>Michelle ignored her friend but gave her a devastating look.<br><br>“How the fuck should I know what’s going on?” she hissed at Cheryl.<br>“Well have you tried calling the police?”<br><br>Cheryl wasn’t lowering her voice and now the entire shop was ready to toss her out.<br>“They react to sound so could you please keep your voice down if you really have to say something?”<br><br>“The phone’s dead,” Cheryl then said after trying to call the police.<br><br>Michelle rolled her eyes and walked up to Cheryl.<br>“Your friend was killed by those things outside. Her blood was all over you and when they get to us they will do the same to us. Now could you please, please for the love of applepie, keep your mouth shut. We don’t know what’s going on but it’s not good. Maybe it’s Al Qaeda or Iran, fuck knows but just shut up Cheryl.”<br><br>That message seemed to have gotten through to Cheryl as she kept quiet and sat down on a chair near the counter.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mall of Doom (Holiday Zombie Roleplay) Main Entrance</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>06-12-2011, 17:31:08</strong>
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				<tt class="bbc_tt"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Friday, 23 November 2012, 00:10<br>10 Minutes into Black Friday</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>For TheHangedMan</strong><br>Leo's brief encounter with the zombie did indeed kill it, for the wooden baseball bat to the skull did wonders to shatter the zombie's head and destroy the brain, but it splattered brain matter and blood all over his armor and even a bit on his face, which would no doubt cause him to worry.&nbsp; The bat, swung by his adrenaline soaked arms, had broken by the force exerted on it and due to a natural flaw running through the wood that had escaped notice by the manufacturer.&nbsp; It was now useless, but it had served its purpose for the time being.<br><br>Everyone else in the store was now arming up at the gun counter, most choosing the larger calibres.&nbsp; Because handguns weren't very common as hunting weapons, the store only carried rifles and shotguns.&nbsp; Most of the men went with heavier rounds like the .30-06, .308 and .30-30.&nbsp; By the time Leo got to the counter, they'd also picked through most of the shotguns, taking the 12ga. guns first and then the 20ga.&nbsp; Thankfully for Leo, they had one gun left that was overlooked despite its heavy calibre.&nbsp; A Rossi Circuit Judge, capable of using .410 shotgun shells or .45 rounds in a five-cylinder revolver.&nbsp; It would put a hurt on his shoulder, but it packed a punch.<br><br><strong>For Xiphon III</strong><br>Liam's attempt at escape met with a problem when he discovered the door to the employee area locked.&nbsp; The noise he made trying to open it, as well as his movement, attracted the attention of a zombie.&nbsp; The other workers were dead by the time Liam's slow movements got him to the door, so he was all alone as the zombie roared and charged, the movement attracting more zombies into the store.<br><br><strong>For Dashenka</strong><br>The zombies, for the most part, were about to move on when Cheryl started giving them a reason to stick around.&nbsp; They banged on the barricade, eager to get inside to the tasty meat, and one of the employees muttered, "Maybe we should throw the mouthy bitch out there and let them eat her."&nbsp; They were all on edge, not helped by the fact that Cheryl was about as empty headed as she appeared.<br><br>Suddenly, one of the ceiling panels came down, and a head poked out.&nbsp; It was a young man wearing a Wolf Camera polo, and he said, "Good, someone's alive.&nbsp; Come on... we're moving above the floor to safer shops trying to round up survivors.&nbsp; Take it slow and keep quiet... they're crawling everywhere."</span></tt>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mall of Doom (Holiday Zombie Roleplay) Main Entrance</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiphon III</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 01:38:24</strong>
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				&lt;Liam&gt; - Tag: &lt;Lovesack&gt;<br><br>Liam looked around in a panic. Why on earth had he gotten himself trapped in a bean bag store of all places? As the zombie neared him, he shoved the biggest thing he could find, one of the "Big One" beanbags (http://www.lovesac.com/sacs/bigone.html) towards it to try and slow it down. Grabbing the handle, he looked nearby for a Janitor's mop, a piece of wood, anything he could use as a weapon, or a way around the zombie to safer pastures.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mall of Doom (Holiday Zombie Roleplay) Main Entrance</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 02:09:29</strong>
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				Luckily for him, one of the items he previously outfitted himself with was a vented helmet. Made to protect one from paintball, it also did an admirable job shielding his face from the blood. Unfortunately, it also covers up the goggles, and since he lacks anything to clean it off with, and can't see to find something, it is immediately removed.<br><br>The bat, broken and useless now, was discarded next to the slain zombie. He picks out another one from the rack, half tempted to return to the paintball section to get another helmet, but he decides it might be just as well.&nbsp; Better to get something that will kill these fuckers from far enough away where he doesn't need to worry about blood spatter. Still, he carried the spare bat with him 'til he reached the gun counter, not knowing if their would be any other infected inside.<br><br>"Relax, I'm not infected." He would casually say to anybody that seemed to be giving him the evil eye, on account of the gore that got on his armor. When he did get to the gun counter, he noticed a lot of people all geared up, and honestly, that made him nervous; who knows how composed they could be. What's to stop them from massacring each other over a perceived threat? <br><br>He grabbed the Circuit Judge, and checked it out.&nbsp; He had been hunting before, a few times, when he was younger, with his father, but he had never really owned a gun, seemingly preferring video games to the real thing.&nbsp; But he still remembered enough about properly holding a gun and using it that he wouldn't be a total clutz.<br><br>Still, he spent a few minutes just sort of checking it, and looking for his co-worker that was manning the gun counter some questions about it; specifically, what in the hell sort of ammo he should be using, and if they have any left. He'd likely end up with a box of .45's, take enough time to fully load the Judge, then set off again.<br><br>Where was he headed this time? Camping supplies. Back to the camping supplies. He wanted to get himself a backpack, and stow away a random assortment of the pre-cooked foods (http://www.dickssportinggoods.com/family/index.jsp?categoryId=4415030) before they go disappearing off the shelves; who in the hell knows how long they might be trapped here, or what the state of the world beyond the mall is? Even if he could made it back to his apartment (His ultimate goal), it would likely behoove him to take food with him that has a good shelf life. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mall of Doom (Holiday Zombie Roleplay) Main Entrance</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 11:32:18</strong>
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				Cheryl gave the shop clerk who suggested throwing her out a furious look and crossed her arms, muttering some things to herself. While she sat down, Michelle looked around the shop for anything to defend themselves with but other than clothes hangers and some chairs they used to barricade the doors, there wasn't a lot. <br><br><em>Why did she need a dress and not something more useful in a zombie apocalypse?</em><br>Michelle looked at Cheryl and despite she secretly loved her friend, right now she wished she would have stayed at home. She looked at the other people in the shop for any clues of panic or intelligence but she found the same numb look she probably had herself. What in the world was going on out there?<br><br>Cheryl shrieked as the ceiling panel came down but otherwise kept quiet.<br><br>"Safer shops? You mean with guns?"<br><br>Michelle didn't like guns but she wouldn't mind holding one right now after seeing what had happened to Jamy from up close and personal. Anything would be better than to stay here and watch the mindless horde shuffle about in the mall. Once the door would be opened they were in serious troubles unless Cheryl would be worldchampion in weilding her handbag as a weapon. She might just be. Dropping the clothes hanger she had been holding like a sword, Michelle rallied everybody. She was the most agile and she would probably make the jump up and pull herself up with some help from the people above. <br><br>"Alright let's go."<br><br>She needed a chair to help the others up there but as she looked at the barricade and the things on the other side of the door, she decided that her hands would do just as fine. They only needed something to keep their balance. After a quick search she pointed to the wall in the back of the shop. <br><br>"Can you go there? It's easier for us to get up there."<br><br>Moments later she locked her fingers and with the help from another shop clerk first helped the manager up. When Cheryl was up Michelle stopped her.<br>"Take off your shoes," she said pointing to the heels Cheryl was wearing.<br>"My shoes? They are expensive!"<br>"But you'll pierce my hands with your heels. Take them off."<br><br>Reluctantly Cheryl took them off and put them in her bag and was helped up. With the shop clerks and Cheryl now in the ceiling, it was time for Michelle. She needed a step and knew she had to find a chair. Quickly as she could she ran to the barricade, grabbed a chair and ran back. She had been giving all the others a push to push them in the arms and hands from the people above but she had no options but to jump high enough, hoping somebody would grab her. Climbing onto the chair, she held her breath, looked up, squatted for better leverage and then jumped up, her hands reaching for the ceiling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mall of Doom (Holiday Zombie Roleplay) Main Entrance</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 15:42:05</strong>
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				<tt class="bbc_tt"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Friday, 23 November 2012, 00:30<br>30 Minutes into Black Friday</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>For Xiphon III</strong><br>The beanbag Liam threw at the zombie slowed it down for almost a second before it threw the bag to the side.&nbsp; The other zombies were closing fast, and the first zombie resumed running.&nbsp; With nothing simply lying around for Liam to grab, he was beset upon by several zombies.&nbsp; They began grabbing at him, ripping his clothes to shreds before beginning to bite any exposed flesh.&nbsp; Liam's screams would join several others in the building before he finally succumbed to death, and then reanimation.<br><br><strong><em>Liam Di'Angelou is dead</em></strong><br><br><strong>For TheHangedMan</strong><br>Leo would find the rifle was powerful and would probably hurt a bit, but the limited rounds that could fit in the revolver would be a limitation later on.&nbsp; As everyone milled around, someone stood up and said, "Does anyone know were these damned things came from?"<br><br>As everyone started talking, it was pieced together that it began in the lines out front.&nbsp; Some of the women were rounding up all the MREs and forming a pile, while men were sorting out ammunition by type and creating piles for easier access.&nbsp; Everyone was falling into a job just to pass the time, and the kid behind the gun counter was even helping out, trying to find any ammunition in the back room.&nbsp; Leo was approached by one of the young men, "You keep talking about these... things, as if you've seen them before.&nbsp; What do you know about them?"<br><br>The others began to take notice and listened intently for Leo to explain what he knew, a little suspicious but knowing he had beaten one to death.<br><br><strong>For Dashenka</strong><br>As Michelle made her jump, she was grabbed by several arms and hauled to safety as the zombies began breaking through the barricade.&nbsp; Carefully, and using supports, the group began moving.&nbsp; They bypassed the Wolf Camera and moved further along, someone muttering along the way how glad he was for drop ceilings.&nbsp; They kept moving and wound up in the closed Maggiano's Little Italy.&nbsp; With the help of the man who led them to safety, Michelle was lowered in first.<br><br>The resteraunt was empty save for them, and it was dark.&nbsp; After helping everyone down, the Wolf Camera employee ran to get some table cloths, then put them up over the glass doors leading into the mall.&nbsp; There were only a few zombies roaming around, but they might still be spotted.&nbsp; Then, with that done, they turned on a few lights. <br><br>Standing around, someone said, "Maybe we can cook something up... get some food going.&nbsp; It'll make us feel better."<br><br>The manager of the American Apparel pulled Michelle aside and whispered, "Listen... about your friend.&nbsp; She's a danger to us.&nbsp; You need to get her on the program or we're going to throw her out there with those... things.&nbsp; I hate to do it but if she puts us in danger one more time... that's it.&nbsp; Understand?"</span></tt>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mall of Doom (Holiday Zombie Roleplay) Main Entrance</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 04:27:19</strong>
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				Leo would be somewhat wary of the others, watching them almost as much as he watched the front of the store.&nbsp; Somebody in here could be infected and turn; not to mention someone 'normal' could just decide to go postal for whatever reason. <br><br>At some point, someone decided that his relative calmness and, probably, resourcefulness (going for the armor and such) must mean he somehow knows a lot about these things. Which, if he thinks about all the movies and video games and comic books and regular books that talks about zombies, he may just very well know it all. <br><br>"I honestly don't know everything," He begins, figuring a humble approach is best. He speaks loud enough for the gathered to hear him easily, though people on the fringes of the store (and hopefully the hungry horde outside it) might not hear him. "But from what I've seen, it's some kind of blood-borne illness. So, most importantly, <em>do not get blood on you.</em> If it gets on your clothes, strip off, and find something else; we're not a clothing store, but we do have some things here. They might also be able to spread the disease through their saliva, which means if you're bitten, you'll be infected. I don't believe their is a cure, and I don't think anybody will have any immunity to it. I have no idea how long it will take for the person to turn. We do have armor in the paintball section; it's not meant to stop bites or bullets, but it might be able to help."<br><br>"Secondly, they don't respond to pain. It's like someone that's whacked out on PCP; they literally can't feel pain, and they're incredibly resilient to anything but head trauma. I killed one by bashing its skull in with a bat. A gunshot to the head should work just as well, try to aim for the center of the forehead, though.&nbsp; Hits to the arms and legs may cripple them, but I don't think it'll stop them."<br><br>"They seem to be both audio and visual oriented. Which means if the crowd at the front gate doesn't hear much going on in here, and doesn't see anybody, they may lose interest after a while. That's a big 'if', though."<br><br>"Their's one thing I'd like a few volunteers to help me out with. That's potable water. We don't stock bottled water here, but we have a ton of water bottles. We have pans, portable cooking ranges, and water purification tablets in the camping section. I believe it would be in our best interest to start making and stockpiling potable drinking water." <br><br>He became quiet then, feeling his heart fluttering in his chest, nervous as fucking hell. How he felt&nbsp; was complex; on the one hand, it feels good to finally be getting attention, to finally feel like he's worth something more than the drone job he's got. On the other hand, he's nervous as hell, because all of a sudden, it seems like he's going to be responsible for everybody here; a responsibility he may not fully be worthy of or prepared for. <br><br>But, he'd take this one step at a time. He won't freak out and crumple just yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mall of Doom (Holiday Zombie Roleplay) Main Entrance</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drezdock</strong> on <strong>09-12-2011, 02:29:30</strong>
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				Hector looked around the jewelry store. The employees all looked terrified and confused. He figured he must look just about the same way. Some of the... people.... if you could call them people, were banging on the security gate and had tried to pull one of the girls through. However the ran off from the gate and chased down some poor fat kid who wasn't able to outrun them. "Ai dios mio..." Hector mumbled under his breath as he looked at the carnage around him. Some of the crzypeople were actually tearing down the security gates to get at people inside of the stores! He knew that there was no back way out of this store from his time working in the mall. He doubted they even had anything they could use to defend themselves in case some of the crazy people started attacking them. Hector looked around the store despairingly. Just a bunch of expensive jewelry. Some floor to ceiling display cases that were bolted in the walls, cheap aluminum stools... Hector stopped and looked back up at the ceiling. It was once of those paneled kind where you could slip pieces aside to get to the ventilation system. He had had to clean up after the AC people when they had come in before. <br>Hector turned to the other people in the store. "We need to get out of here!" He said. "I think if we can get up into the ceiling, we might be safe. Do we have anything we can stack or stand on?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mall of Doom (Holiday Zombie Roleplay) Main Entrance</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 04:02:47</strong>
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				<tt class="bbc_tt">OOC note here: Sorry for the delay guys, was gonna let everyone post over the weekend and get caught up on sleep.&nbsp; Drove nearly 500 miles round trip to a concert in Little Rock.&nbsp; Anyway, on to the posting<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Friday, 23 November 2012, 01:00<br>1 Hour into Black Friday</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>For TheHangedMan</strong><br>As the store settled in to deal with the priorities Leo specified, someone got it in their head to start checking people for bites.&nbsp; Everyone not working gets checked, and Leo finds himself being pulled off water detail by an older woman who was cradling a younger woman, "Dear... you said the infection was spread by biting.&nbsp; Well, this young'un was bit on the shoulder."&nbsp; She showed the bite on the young woman's shoulder, the girl shaking like a leaf.<br><br>A man nearby stopped and gulped, holding his rifle but not aiming it yet, worried about the girl and if she'd instantly change.<br><br><strong>For drezdock</strong><br>The ceiling panels came off easily from the drop ceiling, revealing a dusty and dark gap just big enough to crawl through for Hector and his group.&nbsp; If he made for one of the other shops, he'd find some closed, others overrun by zombies.&nbsp; The zombies were still safely outside, and not all the employees joined Hector in the drop ceiling.&nbsp; They were hoping he'd find safety for them.&nbsp; One of the women was silently slipping jewelry into her pockets, hoping to profit while everyone else stood around trying to keep an eye on Hector and where he went.</span></tt>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mall of Doom (Holiday Zombie Roleplay) Main Entrance</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 15:46:52</strong>
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				Michelle crinched at the man and felt like stomping him in the face but knew he had a point. Something about survival instincts. Still, anybody talking about her friend like that had lost all her respect. She gave the man a ‘sure, whatever’ nod and started looking around for anything they could use to defend themselves. Randomly trying her phone to let anybody know they were still alive and in need of help.<br><br>During their slow crawl in the ceiling, Cheryl had finally realized that all this was dead serious and from being the insufferable brat, she had turned into a quiet, scared little girl. She saw the man talk to Michelle and had a slight idea what he was talking about. Being a little hungry herself she followed a few of the group into the kitchen and helped cooking some food, still quiet and hoping she would just wake up soon in her bed in their house in the suburbs.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mall of Doom (Holiday Zombie Roleplay) Main Entrance</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 17:14:14</strong>
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				Hey, cool, it worked. He didn't want to specifically tell people they'd have to strip down and check for bites, because such a command would probably seem awkward and might be resented... but hey, they got the clue, and went and did it themselves. <br><br>He frowned a bit as he looked to the girl that was indicated, then towards the man, then towards the woman. He's quiet for a few moments, thinking; isn't this supposed to be the part where it's easy for him to say something, though? Yet, he can't seem to find his voice.<br><br>As to stall for time, he would go to look at the bite himself. He'd then take several steps back, and sigh, as this was actually going to be difficult for him. Apparently, daydreaming and thinking about the zombie apocalypse still doesn't make making a hard decision easy. " It's your choice." He said to the girl. "Someone could kill you now; painlessly. Before you turn. Or we could keep you restrained and elsewhere in the store, and wait for you to turn. Your life is still your own, so it's your decision to make." Try as he might to be calm, their is, nonetheless, a quavering aspect to his voice. This is not easy as it is in video games!&nbsp; &nbsp;
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