The Dead Walk Among Us
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				Title: <strong>The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 08:32:22</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(http://www.neosaej.com/Image.aspx?t=News16)<br><br><br><em>This just in, breaking news. The riots that we had been covering in the greater Chicago metropolitan area? It turns out that these riots weren't influenced by any of our preconceived notions. Race, nor economics or political viewpoints were the cause of the widespread violence. It would also seem that this isn't just an isolated incident. Mass hysteria has seemingly found its way into several cities in the midwest in the last day or so. It is unknown what the cause of all this seems to be, however it is believed by some experts that there could be a possible viral outbreak that might trigger aggression in the infected. Of course, this is just an early opinion by some and it is hardly grounds to be seriously concerned. We would just like to warn all of you viewers at home to be careful, and should you see any signs of violence? Do the right thing and notify the authorities.</em><br><br>This news report was spinning around the greater metro Detroit area, there had been some incidents of fairly large scale incidents of violence happening downtown. Although the police just believed that it might be parties wanting to reignite interest in Devil's Night which as a widely practiced tradition had fallen out of grace in the area. The day was currently October 29th and it was 6:00 PM. The situations regarding violence had grown a bit more tense downtown, and so there was a more prominent police presence there. Still, they insisted that it wasn't anything the general public needed to worry about currently. Everyone was to just go about their business while they dealt with everything that was going on currently. There was also one more thing to the news report, it was reported two hours ago. <br><br><br><strong>In the backseat of a police car.</strong><br><br>Wearing an orange jumpsuit, with his hands cuffed behind his back. Dante Simmons reclined a bit into the seat as he glanced at both of the cops in the front seats with narrowed eyes. Cracking his neck, he thought back to how he wound up in this fucked up situation in the first place. Ever since he had got behind bars, the inmates seemed to want to make sure his life was hell. He had some friends, but he was frequently getting attempts on his life. Every single one of them ended in him having to get some wounds dressed or treated, while his attackers would be hospitalized and frequently in a severe manner. Dante could handle himself, he'd always been a fighter and one tough customer. For a guy that was only in for assault though? He was proving to be more trouble than he was worth.<br><br>Eventually it was decided that transferring him to a new prison would be the best course of action. He couldn't be properly punished, Dante never started any of the fights. However if things persisted? Either he would wind up dead, or someone else would and the warden didn't want any blood on his hands. So he signed for this single prisoner transfer, and two cops were now overseeing his transfer to the new location. Dante didn't say anything, he figured the cops had some sort of angle they were trying to work. Something about them just screamed it, but he had a genuine feeling of unease somewhat, when they had left from the downtown area? There was a full scale riot going on, but something about it felt wrong. Dante kept it to himself, but he had noticed what look like a man mounting a woman and pulling his face up which was splattered with blood. It was a thought that chilled Dante to the core.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 08:56:45</strong>
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				The sound of the alarm went off, his eyes slowly opened as he looked around. It was another day in his little vacation and drive all across the state. Taking a deep breath he took the remote control from the table by his bed and turned on the TV. As the news started the words that woke him up were viral outbreak. <em>Could it be possible? I guess if something disables the functions of the brain other than rage, but that is impossible with the current technology. I guess it must be some kind of pranksters or gang trying to get over the city, I must be careful where I step in today</em>. Taking a deep breath he got off the bed and stretched his back. Walking over to the bathroom he took off his pants and got in the shower. The cold water seemed to be the trick for waking him up, last night was a long night of driving. Today he would check the city's places to eat and such and move on.<br><br>After taking the bath he got dressed with some pants and working shirt and decided to do morning exercises. He dropped on the floor and started doing some push-ups and then jumping jacks. After he was done he walked to the window and looked outside. The city looked normal to say the last, at least for now whatever this was did not do too much damage in the city. Walking to his bagpack he took out the coffee mug he got filled last night and poured himself some coffee. Meanwhile he turned the channel in order to watch another stuff, news of the supposed virus made his skin shiver, he knew all about that and he was on vacation, so no virus for him. The smell of coffee filled his nose as he finally found a movie he could see, a zombie movie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 11:17:45</strong>
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				&nbsp; The sound of an acoustic guitar being played came from the direction of the office. Katsumi sat behind the counter on a stool, her tan guitar rest in her grasp as she played. Those who ever met her would be surprised by the confidence and ferocity with which she played. Normally she would have an electric guitar, but she had been in a rush and grabbed the wrong travel bag.<br><br>&nbsp; Dark green hues focused on her open notebook, she was trying to figure out the next line for her song. So focused on her music, she payed the television no attention. Being six in the evening, she figured there would be no more guests coming to the office and that it would be a good time to work on her music. Her voice was a sweet and strong soprano. Singing, Katsumi mixed Japanese and English. <br><br>&nbsp; An alarm beeped on the clock on table, catching her attention. Casting a glance at it, she did not stop playing. It was only her warning that she had half an hour til she needed to do rounds then do paperwork. Sighing when she came to a break on the vocals, she always hated the rounds. There was always someone who would stop her to ask for something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 17:17:24</strong>
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				Lexi was laying in bed sleeping peacefully when the alarm blared and woke her up. She hit it and muttered “Five more minutes” before turning over and trying to go back to sleep but finding that she couldn’t. Lexi sat up running her fingers through her hair muttering to herself “No more all nighter studying sessions.”<br><br>She got up and went into the bathroom showing then coming back out and putting her skinny jeans on and her black corset. She looked at herself in the mirror while brushing her hair then grabbing her bag and quickly putting her sketch pad, biology book, bottle of water and pencil case into it then zipping it up catching the end of the news but ignoring it as she turned the tv off and walked out her apartment locking it behind her then heading to college.<br><br>She put her IPod on while turning the volume up singing along to Katy Perry’s ‘teenage dream’ on while heading down the stairs from her apartment which was at the top of the apartment building for another day of college unaware of the ‘riots’ that was going on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 18:29:56</strong>
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				Jennifer had fallen asleep around nine the night before. Her television was off. The window left casted aside and open. She had been waking up for hours, never bothering to look at the clock or set an alarm. Her bones creaked as she squirmed. The morning light was rude and unwelcome. She shielded her face with the pillow that, moments before, cushioned her neck. A gentle moan muffled out through the fabric and she allowed her eyes to open up. Even covered, they stung and her dreams were burned away quickly. Impatient with her own discomfort, she hurled the blankets and pillows away from her body. the cold snapped it's way over her. She was peacefully still, cold and reluctant. It only took her a moment to get moving.<br><br>She rotated calmly on the mattress, moving to let her legs hang over the edge of the bed. Her knee flared up as she moved, she winced in pain and grunted softly. Slowly, she straightened her leg and folded it a few times over. The motions only made the burning sensation hotter. She felt a heavy pressure in her knee, the same feeling as a stuffed nose. <br><br>Hardly dressed, the brisk october winds forced a shiver through her back. Thin like a young hemlock in the fall and nearly naked, there was no doubt that she was uncomfortably cold. However she weathered the sensations with a focused head, she exhaled out and chuckled, mostly amused by all her misfortunes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 21:13:49</strong>
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				Detective Jackson drove slowly through the street. The black police modded Charger he drove usually had the effect of making people think twice about who was behind the wheel…normal citizen, or badge and gun-toting officer of the law. The power hungry side of him always got a kick out of the subconscious reactions of others around the car. Symbols of authority had a way of making all the right people uneasy, but that was only after enough of them were taught what the symbols were. Everything else just took care of itself.<br><br>He took a look at his “partner” to make sure she was okay. He didn’t bother asking, because he didn’t want to tip his friend in the backseat off anymore than he might already be. Some random passerby gave the car the finger, and he flashed the lights once as the car emitted the beginning “Whooop!” of a siren. Mr. Random made sure to keep his knees high as he took off. <em>’That one ran track in school…’</em> he thought idly. His brain was on. Really on. The people crowding all around, in obvious confusion bothered the hell out of him.<br><br>He always told uniforms to know their roles whenever they tried to stick their noses in his investigations, and to his credit he was the kind of guy that took his own advice. Authority took many forms, and his form only worked on certain people. People like his friend Dante back there. The uniform’s authority was universal , though it registered with little respect from more hardened criminals, it still had the ability to give a confidence to a person, even when he lacked it. The uniform knew what to do. The uniform could keep them safe.<br><br>He was not a uniform. Not anymore. Not for some time.<br><br>“So tell me, Dante…” Jackson said as they slowly made headway “Why would the Iceman be coming after you?” The Iceman, Hector Santiago. A drug trafficker that moved crystal meth like it was water in the desert, named the Iceman for his variety of crystal meth “flavors”, not to mention his uncommonly cool demeanor. The guy was slick as shit, no doubt, but if he was coming after Dante and Dante hadn’t a clue, then he must have saw or did something that the Iceman had hard feelings about. Such is the world they lived in. He gave the guy a look in the rear view mirror for a moment during the lull in traffic. He was too intent on noticing the blood faced man mounting the woman, or the uniform that went over to assess the situation.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 07:46:00</strong>
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				Dante was busy watching the riot, he had been involved in large scale riots. Hell the young man had been in the center of riots before, this was unlike anything he'd seen. However it seemed that one of the cops had different ideas as to what the convict should be paying attention to. He was shaken out of his thoughts when the Detective spoke to him. Merely smirking, Dante rolled his eyes and spoke plainly <strong>"Why the hell would I tell one of you Krispy Kreme binge eating jerkoffs shit? You're supposed to be a detective, right? Use your deductive reasoning, Sherlock."</strong> <br><br>They were taking him away from an ugly situation, this much was true. It didn't mean Dante had to be polite about it. He strongly disliked police, the fact that he was currently locked in a car with two of them? Well that was just throwing salt in the wound. Looking towards the female cop for a second, he remarks <strong>"However, if Wonder Cheeks here would like to interrogate me? I might be open to that, hell play your cards right and I might even let you watch."</strong> However he wasn't able to stop the sights of the surrounding area from catching his attention, and he merely muttered under his breath <strong>"Shit...these are the fucking end times."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>redryder</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 10:10:12</strong>
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				Steve Steve Steve Steve Steve.<br><br>Where the heck was STEVE?<br><br>Abbie lay on the bed in her big, froofy dress, staring up at the ceiling, only vaguely aware that the sun was up outside and she'd been up ALL NIGHT. Steve went outside a couple of hours ago, taking with him the threat of having to answer whether she'd actually ... well ... you know. And he wasn't back. Really, she should go look for him, but she felt pretty irritated. He could wait.<br><br>She rolled over and flipped on the TV. Man, this motel room was scuzzy. Was that a cockroach? Gross. Gross gross gross. She'd call daddy to get her out of this, but then she'd have to explain just why she was here ... no ... not gonna do that.<br><br>She made a face. The TV was full of NEWS. Ugh. All talking about some riot or some violence or something. She flipped it to MTV - thank God this hotel had THAT at least - and watched a little Jersey Shore until even THAT was swept away by NEWS. What took away MTV? <br><br>She got up and paced. Something had to happen. She scooped up her cell phone and dialed her best friend, Kristi.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 16:59:41</strong>
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				Lexi got to the bottom of the stairs and walked out the building yawning. She rubbed her eyes looking at the sunlight she stretched and smiled happily. She then bit her bottom lip and started to walk not hearing the screams coming from behind her since she had her Ipod on. She felt somebody grab her leg roughly and pull her to the ground as she kicked whoever it was hard before getting up and backing away. She saw it was a guy who grabbed her, as he faced her she noticed something wasn’t right with him since there was blood on his face and his eyes were weird, she began to back away more muttering "He's on drugs and must of been in a fight".<br><br>The man got up and lunged at her making her scream before she started to run as he chased her. She looked over her shoulder at him running into the road crossing in front of a police car it barely missing her since she turned to look just in time to dodge the car. As she stopped on the other side of the road she didn't see the man anywhere then bit her bottom lip wondering where he went.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 17:03:24</strong>
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				Jackson chuckled at the prisoner’s bravado. Everyone had their part to play, he supposed. When he made his comments toward Jasmine, he only held up his hand to try and keep her from responding. “I appreciate the offer Dante, but I doubt we have the time. See, we’re moving you, but how long is that going to last you? I know what you did in the cage, but how long until he gets to you? How many people you gonna have to go through, knowing you won’t be able to get to the guy who’s sending them like I can?”<br><br>“In case you’re having a hard time doing the math back there, I’ll lay it out real simple. You talk. You talk enough to give Iceman more problems than lil ole you. I knock on every door he’s ever called home, and you’ll be an afterthought. And finally, after he’s used up every girlfriend and family member who won’t rat him out the substantial reward that would be on his head, he’ll have nothing to do but make a mistake. We’re going to choke him Dante…we’re going to choke him nice and slow, and it’ll start with you. To make things even sweeter, if you do give us something useful, you won’t even have to turn State’s Evidence. Just one more anonymous tip. It’s a win-win.”<br><br>He missed the mutter under Dante’s breath, but figured it was him trying to make a decision. He’d put his ass on the line to align the stars just right to take down Iceman, and he needed the asshole in the backseat to play ball. He had a few cards left to play, but thought he’d at least appeal to his more basic need to keep from having to look over his shoulder more often than usual. He’d let him stew on what he had to say. It was a long car ride, made longer by the shitty traffic, and he’d give him every bit of it to think over his affairs…with a little polite prodding, of course.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 19:27:56</strong>
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				It was still dark. Heather wasn't sure what woke her up. Looking over at her alarm clock that held her iPod (which was supposed to wake her up at 7:30 AM to the wonderful sounds of the Swedish House Mafia) read 5:32 AM, October 29th. "Really...?" the young woman said out loud to herself in a half yawn, half whisper. "Fuck."<br><br>There was nothing she could do to put herself to sleep. The staring at her clock probably wasn't doing much to help her case, either. For virtually no reason at all, an idea passed through her mind, consequently causing a stifled groan to escape her lips. Heather was reminded of the last time she saw October 29th on a calender - Hallowen party, dressed up as a slutty vampire to keep with her usual theme of slutty something since she was sixteen. She was doing well with not hooking up with complete randoms, but that night there must have been something else in that punch since she was far too inclined to this particular invitation. Who would have thought that a night with a boy dressed up as leopard would be so... outrageous. Who gives people hickeys anymore? That aside, it was definitely a night to remember. Not because the post-drinking activities were that spectacular, but mostly because it's very hard to get rid of the thought of just how silly it must have looked to have a girl in a lot of pasty, white make-up and fake blood going at it with a guy in orange and black face paint. The hickeys didn't help, either.<br><br>Laying there with her hair strewn about all over her pillow, her black and white checkered bra with a neat pink bow in the front and a pair of sweats, Heather went on to 'tire herself out', thinking of herself and leopard boy no more than a year ago. Inspiration is a weird thing.<br><br><hr><br>Waking up several hours later, after snoozing her alarm clock several times before eventually just turning it off, Heather got herself ready for the day. She wasn't too pleased with herself for wasting the day, but with work almost every other day and a distance course load that wasn't very heavy, it wasn't that much of a loss. It was strange living back home after two years, but she needed to save up again for another few semesters and cutting out most of her bills was the easy way to do it. By the time the young woman was out the door and in the spare family coupe, it was 2:12 PM. The jilling was worth it, though.<br><br>She was heading off to a mall closer to the 'burbs of Detroit than the downtown core. There wasn't a whole lot to see there besides big buildings and far-too-expensive-for-no-reason stores. Well, every now and again those stores are awesome but today wasn't. Her family lived in Dearborn, another suburb of Detroit but considering how much time she had, a little driving around seemed like a good idea. Dressed in a pair black, athletic tights, a pair of light brown Ugg boots with the red stripes of her socks peeking out, and a couple of tank tops covered up with a dark green hoodie from the University of Maryland. Being extra bold today, her hair is tied up into a ponytail with a hair tie, and her bangs brushed to either side with a thin white band keeping them away from her face.<br><br>Driving through and around Detroit was more interesting today than usual. At times the traffic was so chaotic, other times it's as quiet as it would be at 4 in the morning. By the time she did all her running around and ultimately not buying much of anything at all, Heather was going to call home to see if her family was getting dinner started, but it seemed her lovely masturbation session this morning left her a little scatter brained and her phone was left on her nightstand. Figuring a motel would have a phone she could use, Heather pulled off of the road and into the parking lot of the rather sketchy motel. The young woman pulled her backpack from the back seat of her Prius before heading in. Just in case someone was desperate enough to steal a student's books and laptop.<br><br>Walking into the front lobby of the building, she could hear something that was much like a news report. There was talk about riots and such mostly around the downtown core without much explanation. Thank goodness Heather decided against hanging around there. Coming back to reality, Heather spotted a girl behind the desk strumming and picking away at her guitar. Not the most professional thing in the world, but who really gives two shits what the motel workers are up to when there is no one around? Hearing her play was a pleasant distraction from the news anyway.<br><br>"Hey," Heather started, walking up to the desk and rapping her knuckles on the hardwood. "You have a phone I could use? Apparently I need to have my cell on a string." The brunette offered the receptionist a smile, hoping it would somehow help her get to a phone in case the girl wasn't planning on letting a non-customer use it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gravik</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 06:33:29</strong>
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				Jake groaned rather loudly when he heard his alarm go off. He was a pretty deep sleeper, but since the alarm never shut off unless he hit the sleep button, it was bound to wake him up eventually. He groaned again then rolled over in bed seeing that the clock read 7:00am. He swept his hand out to reach for the alarm clock, but he was too groggy to bother finding the OFF button, so instead, he knocked the alarm off the nightstand and onto the floor. He didn’t really care if it broke or not. All he cared about was getting back to sleep. He rolled back onto his other side and within a few minutes he was back to sleep. A couple hours passed on by and he eventually awoke again. He checked his watch to see that is was just past noon. Oh well, it wasn’t like he had to be anywhere. He’d already finished school, and was on a temporary leave of absence from working construction back in his hometown of Lansing, which was roughly a hundred miles away. The main reason he was headed to Detroit was to scout out the University of Detroit’s graduate program as well as to visit a friend.<br><br>Jake slowly sat up, wincing slightly. Ugh, his head still hurt. It was probably from something he’d eaten the previous day. He shrugged it off though then slipped out of bed, sliding his tank top, a sweatshirt, and a pair of jeans on. Now it was time for something to eat. He’d scouted a burger joint a few blocks back on his drive in, so he figured he’d just get something to eat there. Once his shoes were on, Jake grabbed his wallet and keys then exited the room, locking the door behind him. He then headed down to the main floor then out to the parking lot to where his truck was. After a short drive in the direction he’d come from, he spotted the burger joint. They had a drive thru, that was good. But it also looked as if everyone else on the planet had the same idea. After sitting at idle for twenty minutes, Jake was finally able to order himself a cheeseburger, fries and a soda. And then it took another ten minutes for him to actually receive his order. Yeah, he wouldn’t be coming back here.<br><br>Once back at the motel, Jake grabbed his food then headed back into the motel. It wasn’t exactly the fanciest of places, but it was cheap. He’d never been one to go for a fancy hotel. He sure wouldn’t mind, but he didn’t want to pay the 200 bucks a night. Once back in his room, Jake set the bag of food down then flipped the TV on to see if there was anything on. At least the motel had a few movie channels. Jake flipped through the channels then stopped on the news channel. He turned the volume up, seeing that the story at the moment had to due with apparent riots near the downtown area of Detroit. Jake was definitely glad he had decided to wait on going to check out the University of Detroit.<br><br>He left the news on while he ate. The burger was a good size and there were enough fries that he was sufficiently full after finishing the food. His headache was still lingering around though, so he moved over to his duffel bag to root around and see if there was anything he could use and in the process, stepped on the alarm clock he’d dropped earlier. “Damnit...” he muttered. He then rotted through his bag. No Advil. Lovely, he thought. Jake decided to might as well see if the lady downstairs had any. He grabbed a ten from his wallet then picked up the broken alarm clock before heading out of his room then back downstairs to the main lobby. As he neared the front desk, he found his eyes drawn to a pair of black athletic tights, and he let his eyes roam over the girl’s backside for a quick moment. He loved and hated those tights on a girl. They showed off every nice curve of a girl’s legs…though one of his ex’s had worn those kinds of tights all the time.<br><br>Jake then approached the front desk, seeing the lady behind it was strumming on a guitar. Jake set the broken alarm clock and ten dollar bill down on the counter, “Here’s ten bucks for a new one…and you wouldn’t happen to have any Advil or something similar would you?” Jake asked, making sure to give the lady behind the counter a smile. After all, he was offering to pay for a new alarm clock. How many other people would do that?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 10:20:41</strong>
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				&nbsp; Katsumi had heard the door to the office open, but hadn't stopped playing til the woman moved to the counter and spoke. She also happened to catch view of the man, a motel guest if she remembered right, entering. Stopping, she lifted the guitar and its strap from her body, then set it in the prop-up near her. She smiled a shy, but pretty, smile as she stood and bowed her head a little. She was quite surprised to have two people to come in at once.<br><br>&nbsp; She looked to the woman first, as she had been there first. Pushing back a chocolate lock, she nodded her head. When she spoke, she tried to hide her accent, but didn't do so great a job. <strong>"Uhm, yes ma'am.. "</strong> She started to mention the dollar fifty fee that Bryan, her step-father, requested for the use of the phone by non-customers, but a few things made her think not to say. She reached over to the little desk-ledge on her side of the counter and grabbed the cordless phone. Setting it on the counter, she smiled and nodded. <strong>"Let me know if you need anything else."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; Those dark green hues then turned to the tall man. She felt a bit overwhelmed at his height, over a foot taller than her. She already hated being not much taller than the counter its self, but seeing people so tall made her want to hide in her music room. Glancing to the clock, she sighed, knowing she'd get flack from Bryan. Taking the clock and the money in small hands, she nodded to him. <strong>"I do have Advil.. Let me get it."</strong> She gave a small quirk of the corner of her lips as she turned away.<br><br>&nbsp; She moved to a large cabinet high on the wall opposite the office's main door. Opening it, she set the broken clock on the bottom shelf, then pulled the keyring off her belt-loop and unlocked a little box. Putting the money inside, she pulled out three dollars and then locked the box again. She reached for a clock on the middle shelf, which had her on her tiptoes. Placing it under her arm, she closed the cabinet and moved to a small table close to the counter. Going through the small basket on it, she pulled out a small bottle. With the items, she moved back to the counter and set them in front of the man.<br><br>&nbsp; She tilted her head a bit as she looked to him, which made the angle a little more awkward for her neck. <strong>"If there is anything else, I will be on shift the rest of the night..."</strong> She gave a pleasant smile, eyes closed for a second, making her look almost kid-like. She had mixed hopes, as she usually preferred to be left alone with an uneventful evening, but she kind of hoped she could help either, or both, of these people again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 12:06:32</strong>
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				Elongated, she sat on the edge of the bed a long while. She inspected the objects around her while she stretched her knee and cracked her back. There were horrific blinds laying across the window. The sunlight sliced through them and ignited the room in a strange film noir pattern. Looking around, the colors in the room were rare and faded. she felt as though she was in black and white. A white tank top, cotton panties, and pale blonde hair were all she had on to cover her. The sheets were a deep royal blue, a black and red pattern across their faces. Black pillows, white walls and dull wood furniture. Probably plastic, just painted like wood for practical reasons. “How fitting,” she said aloud with amusement. Speaking to no one, she pondered heavily about what had brought her to this place. Her belongings were so few that a stranger would mistake them for motel perks. She scowled at everything around her. It was disgusting. Her clock finally caught her attention. 1:13.<br>&nbsp;<br>She chuckled once and ran her hands through her hair. She didn't have to work. Autumn was a strange season. 'Plants grow fine by themselves in October.' A thought had swept her mind like a rogue. 'these (autumn) plants have more determination than most people.' Her thoughts drove deeper, beyond words. She contemplated life, it's complexities, it's rules. Exhausted of her depression, she shook it off and tried to stop wasting her time. She had slept for nearly 15 hours and now she was just staring at the wall, feeling bad about her self. She put weight on her feet and tested her knee. Standing up, she slowly approached the dreaded blinds. After opening them, she squinted her eyes with delicate and unbothered interest at the events unfolding outside. The clouds were enough to hide the hard piercing rays of the sun. The view was comfortable and interesting. <br><br>Jake was on his way to the office with his clock in hand. Jennifer had never seen him before. He was enormous. Her eyes widened at the sight of him. Heather was just in view, the office was a bit of a fish tank. Even Jennifer could see the details of her legs and ass as she stood at the counter 'waiting'. From the window, she could hardly see Katsumi at all. A half smile crossed her face as she watched them interact for a long moment.&nbsp; <br><br>Jaded, Jennifer shifted her sight away from the scene and opened the blinds all the way open to let light into the room. Her surroundings were still black and white. She felt surreal, almost like a painting on a wall or an office desk. She was weary of onlooking eyes, they would be able to look in from across the street. She wasn't dressed, but ultimately, she just wasn't worried. There was no intention of hiding. <br><br>Yawning, she gathered a set of clothes and other items from around the room. A towel amongst a few bottles of soap were included. Driving herself into the bathroom, she quickly shed the strings of cotton and polyester from her body. The water was turned on quickly and the mirror was consciously avoided. The shower was especially hot, Jennifer enjoyed the water peacefully. Putting little care into the actual bathe, she mostly stood still under the stream as if it was a healing salve. Most days, she needed a shower just to wake up. Coffee was not good in her system, and without a shower she moved at half speed all day. It didn't take her long, like a real wake up call, it shocked her. She took a deep breathe as the water turned off. Eyes wide open in seconds, she reached out of the curtain and gripped her towel, bringing it to her face right away. She dried quickly and skipped the makeup. Finally aware, she left the bathroom, dressed and in an entirely new state of mind.&nbsp; <br><br>Her bed was made and the room was tidy just as the clock showed 1:30.<br><br>Jennifer was wearing a heavy black sweater over a pale green heavy summer dress. The fabrics were smooth and warm.&nbsp; Her shoes were flat and thin, no sock to speak of, she hoped it wasn't windy outside. Her hair would take a little over an hour to dry, she looked much taller than she was. Her clothing fell down her like heavy curtains. Her sweater was stretchy and tight. <br><br>She put herself together for nothing. There were no plans for the day or work to be done. She returned herself to the window and leaned up against the sill. Looking out, she was reminded of how black and white her room was and busy the world was outside. It was windy. Red and yellow leaves shuffled through the air with a rapid nature, and people were moving about.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 15:43:59</strong>
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				Dante's eyes rolled once more as the cop continued to try to get him to talk, didn't he understand? Snitching was an absolute no-no. Leaning back into the seat more, he said <strong>"I don't care what you do or what you can do, I can handle myself. So how about you drop me off, and then you can roll the fuck off to whatever donut shop you all frequent? I'd tell you to suck my dick, but that'd be a cliche and I'm not with that jailhouse shit."</strong> <br><br>He wasn't going to give them any information, a life in the game wouldn't allow it. Not to mention Dante's mind wasn't here in the present, it was on everything going on downtown. There was a deep feeling in the pit of his stomach. He had watched the news the previous night, but all that it said was there had been a few small scale riots across the midwest. Dante had never gotten to see the most recent followup about experts believing the nature of the problem to be a virus. He didn't know what to think about this, but downtown Detroit? Was fast becoming a warzone. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://www.neosaej.com/Image.aspx?t=News16)<br><br><em>We offer a follow up to our earlier report. It seems that what we're dealing with? Is more large scale and serious of an issue than we could have ever dared to dream. We will take you to one of our reporters, who is at DMC and has an important update regarding Hospitals in the area. We warn you, the footage you're about to see is graphic and disturbing in nature.<em><br><br>The footage is now taking place, live. Inside of one of the hospitals downtown. A woman in her mid 30's, of mixed African American-White heritage in a business suit is frowning some as the camera focuses on her before she takes in a small breath. In the background, new patients are being pushed down hallways on stretchers at an alarming rate. While two cops are behind her, and looking around warily for any signs of trouble.<br><br><strong>"This is Tammy O'Brien reporting, The scene is at DMC where due to the widespread riots enveloping the downtown area...citizens are being rushed into the hospital with alarming speed. The faculties are overcrowded, and there are more patients being brought in then the staff can handle. It seems a large number of the people coming in have what appears to be gruesome...bite marks as if they were attacked by wild animals. However tests have shown that they were attacked by other people..."</strong><br><br>Something catches her attention and she motions for the camera man to follow her as they make their way down a hallway, running to a doctor she says [b"Excuse me sir! Can you please shed some light on the day's events? Do you have any new findings."[/b] The doctor turns towards her with a worried expression and says <strong>"I don't have a lot of time...but I've never seen anything like this. I...look just follow me..."</strong><br><br>They move to a room, where a man is strapped down to a stretcher. His eyes look empty, and his face is stained with blood. The man has a gaping wound in his neck that doesn't look all that old, he is writhing like a feral beast in an attempt to get up and shrieking in an unearthly manner. The doctor says <strong>"I've never seen anything like this, the man? When he was brought in here, he was deceased. There was no movement whatsoever, and his heart had stopped. But in the last ten minutes? He somehow has come to...like what you see before you. He tried to attack one of our security personnel before he was wrestled down and strapped down...I don't know what to make of all this in all honesty..."</strong></em></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 01:27:45</strong>
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				Hans had gotten in on a late night 'red-eye' flight from California, thoroughly grumpy all the way. His seat had been too small (as usual), and with a full plane load, he hadn't been able to tilt his seat back any. He got off the plane with cramped and sore legs, and the irritable boredom of the rental car attendant hadn't helped any. She had tried to give him a tiny 2-seater Honda, despite his having specifically arranged for a car with extended leg room. Finally, he had managed to get the keys to a Volkswagen Beetle, which fit much better; the Honda would have been like driving a clown car. He didn't make it to the motel until almost 3AM, and even for the price, it was a dump. Unlike many of his colleagues, though, he had never been bothered by staying in low-grade hotels - after all, hadn't Christ been born in a stable? Hans just wanted to sleep, and had curled up on the too-short bed immediately upon checking in.<br><br>He woke up slowly half a day later, venturing out to a nearby burger joint for food before returning to his room to eat. Now, though, remnants of the second double cheeseburger lay forgotten on the bed as he watched the television updates fixedly. Riots had been one thing, and he found himself amused at the concept of a virus - if it were so, of course it would emerge a day before the year's largest general physician's convention in America. Now, though...he simply stared at the screen, eyes solemn, and whispering under his breath.<br><br><em>"Und sollen sie in diesen tagen mannsuchvorgangtod und wird ihn nicht finden; und wünscht zu sterben, und tod flieht von ihnen..."</em>*<br><br>The dead simply did not return to life. Violently or otherwise...it didn't happen. Only in bad movies...and Judgement Day...<br><br><br>(*Revelations 9-6, cheerfully butchered via Babel Fish because I can't find a German Bible translation online)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 02:27:05</strong>
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				Heather took a little amusement in the way that the receptionist moved about. Sure, she did well enough to return a potential client's smile, but otherwise was very shy, nervous even. While waiting for the girl of Japanese descent, a quite contrasting man walked into the office holding an alarm clock that looked to be a victim to his rage. The young, athletic brunette could just imagine the alarm blaring right on cue as it always knew to, just to be smashed under the relatively large hand of this hulking brute. Well, okay, that may be a bad first impression, but that's what first impressions are.<br><br>With a light thunk, Heather's attention was snapped away from the man in the room to the phone that had appeared on the counter. She smiled at the receptionist one more time before picking it up with her left hand. "Thanks a lot! I'll have it back in one piece, promise." Whether she meant to poke fun at the boy with the broken clock or not, she wasn't going to tell.<br><br>Walking over to one of the empty seats in a line of them by the window closest to the door, Heather slipped her backpack off one shoulder then off of her back with the next, easing the bag onto the chair next to her. She watched for a moment as the other girl interacted with the clock killer, smiling slightly at the size difference between the two. With that thought in mind, the brunette punched in her house numbers and with the dial tone as a backdrop, started to watch the television in the corner of the office.<br><br>The scene was chaotic, to say the least. There was talk of riots turned blood baths, the dead turned undead. There were whispers of viruses and murder. Heather could only stare, not even noticing that the family message on the answering machine had finished, only waking up to the present thanks to that tell-tale beep. <br><br>"Holy shit," Heather blurted out into the phone after about a minute of breathing into it. "Uh... hey guys, it's me. Call me back here when you can, okay?" She promptly hung up the phone, which wouldn't make sense to anyone watching, but how often do people die on the streets only to wake up and feel like ripping others limb from limb? The young girl kept the phone in her cooling hands, a sign of her getting nervous. <br><br>"This shit isn't real, right?" Heather asked aloud, hoping for an answer from the other two in the room. "No way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gravik</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 04:01:02</strong>
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				Jake glanced over at the women next to him for a moment. She was definitely attractive…and brunette. Brunettes were a particular favorite of his. Most of the girls he’d hooked up with in college were brunettes, save for the few blonds and redheads here and there. Yup, he had definitely been quite the playboy in college. Relationships hadn’t really gone his way, so he’d opted to just have as much fun as he could. After all, who wanted to be tied down during the best part of your life? Jake sure didn’t. Not when there were a gazillion hot girls running around campus. His last relationship had ended when the girl he had been dating insisted on moving in with him. That led to a pretty quick break up. And after that, it was no more relationships…<br><br>Jake turned his attention back to the woman behind the counter, offering her another smile.&nbsp; When he heard the brunette’s remark about getting the phone back in one piece, he couldn’t help but chuckle a little at her remark. “And what happens if you accidentally drop it and bring it back in two pieces?” Jake replied, glancing over at the girl again. He wasn’t even sure if she had been trying to make fun of him. But regardless, he was going to give her a little crap. Not to be mean of course. Jake then looked back to the woman behind the counter as she moved to go get the Advil. He watched her set a small bottle of Advil down along with another clock to replace the broken one. “Keep the change,” Jake replied, smiling to the woman again as he reached out to grab the bottle of pills and the clock.<br><br>He could hear the news report in the background, but he hadn’t really been paying it much attention until he heard a sudden ‘holy shit’ blurted out by the other brunette Jake turned around to look at the television. The reports were saying the riots had gotten worse and that there were a large number of people being rushed to the hospital with bite marks. When the reporter said something about the dead coming back to life, Jake shook his head. No way. Once you were dead, you were fucking dead. Coming back to life after being dead only happened in those zombie movies. Not in real life…at least Jake hoped so.<br><br>“I sure hope it isn’t real. It sounds like some shit you’d see in one of those zombie movies,” Jake replied. Jake didn’t have any problem believing the riots were real, but the dead coming back to life? He’d probably have to see it to believe it. But then again, they’d apparently just showed it on the news report. So could it possibly be real? Jake let his eyes wander from the TV over to the girl clutching on to the telephone even after she had hung up.<br><br>The news report prompted Jake that he should probably check in with his friend, who worked in the downtown area of Detroit. Jake pulled his cell out then dialed his number. It continued to ring until it came to voicemail. "Hey, Matt give me a call when you get this. Was just wondering if you knew what the hell was going on." After that being said, Jake shut his phone then slipped it back into his pocket.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 05:00:37</strong>
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				&nbsp; Green eyes went wide, her glasses making them look bigger. She did not hear the tall man's comment about the change. At first, Katsumi's worry had been that the two were only picking on each other, not actually verbally assaulting each other, now that changed. She just stared past the taller man and her unblinking gaze focused on the television. She had planned on ignoring the news, thinking it just stupid riots, but something caught her eye.<br><br>&nbsp; Mouth hanging agape a bit, her breath caught in her throat. Her frozen state broke when she heard the woman say 'holy shit', then the man responding. Brushing back her bangs, she tried to think of other explanations. <strong>"Ka-chan.."</strong> Her voice was shaky. She moved around the counter to stand a little closer to the television. Glancing to the others, she frowned. <strong>"Zombie?.. Like flesh and brains eating?"</strong><br><br>&nbsp; She suddenly really wished it was all a hoax, not wanting to think that what the man suggested could be possible. She was pretty sure that the idea of zombies were the same anywhere, and that bugged her, as she believed in mythology and fantasy. Green hues glanced back at the television, in hopes that they said the had been wrong, that the guy hadn't been dead, just unconscious. Heart racing a little, she shook her head a bit. <strong>"Can't be real... right?"</strong> She sound completely not confident in the denial.<br><br>&nbsp; She thought back to the call that morning that interrupted her sleep. Her mother had called to ask if she wanted to go out with her and Bryan to a movie, that they could call one of the other employees to work. She had refused, preferring to stay and sleep or play music. She then wondered what happened to Bryan, wondering if he was there at her mother's side hoping her okay, or if he had been attacked as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>redryder</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 12:06:36</strong>
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				Phone wasn't working. Abbie held it in every position she possibly could, but she couldn't seem to get a signal. On the TV, the news was descending into chaos.<br><br>She stood near the window, squinting into the sun. She grabbed the phone and angrily SHOOK it, hoping that might give it some sense. Nothing. A tower must be down, or the traffic must be too heavy.<br><br>She was suddenly very scared. All she wanted was to crawl into a bed and snuggle up with Mr. Warmy Bear and let this whole thing end. <br><br>And get out of this damned dress.<br><br>She ... darn it ... she wanted her mommy.<br><br>But Birmingham was a good 20 minute drive from here, and who knew how long that would take to walk? That's not to mention traffic and the fact that no buses seemed to be running. And without the phones, her parents must have been ridiculously worried about her, needing to get in touch. She wanted to say she was safe. She wanted to say she longed to be with them. She wanted to find Steve and get him to drive ...<br><br>Holy schneikies. She had the keys to his truck.<br><br>She pushed back into the little hotel ...<br><br>Door locked. Would have been good to remember to grab the key.<br><br>She headed to the front office, self-conscious about the way her light blue gown hung around her form, feeling very silly in it in the light of day all of a sudden. She pushed into the office to confront a small crowd, stepping forward to the apparently Asian-ish woman working the desk. In the background, several people were arguing about zombies. Which, she didn't know if the others knew this, weren't real.<br><br>"I need a key for room 17. I locked myself out." <br><br>She spotted a security camera.<br><br>"And can I see the footage from that?" She knew the girl probably wouldn't do so, but she needed to turn on the megawatt charm. "It's just ..." Play a little dumb, Abs. "My boyfriend? He kinda took off, but he didn't take his car? And I wanna know where he got to?" The implied questions would make her seem dumber, more helpless. She couldn't help it. She just did it.<br><br>As the girl behind the desk stared at her, Abbie realized something: She had a land line phone. And so did Abbie, back in her room. Maybe daddy could come save the day after all.<br><br>"And if that's not all toooooooooooooooooooooo much trouble, can I use your phone?" She put on her best cheerleader smile. Who could deny her?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 17:02:11</strong>
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				This is fucked. So very, very fucked.<br><br>These stories on the news are about zombies. There's no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Nothing else could make any sense! The problem with that is that zombies don't really make any sense anyway! Fuck! Heather's brain was screaming at her to do something, go somewhere, find someone, but her body dared not to leave the seat of her chair. Truth be told, she was probably in one of the safest places right now. It's not quite downtown, no one is screaming out for brains, and she was pretty sure she could outrun the two people in this room if it came down to something bursting out of a closet or something.<br><br>The two others seemed to be just as shocked as Heather was, though the man was clearly in a better state about it. Despite being cut and tone as all fuck, it looked like he had a mind to him, too. If they had met maybe three, four minutes ago when the girl was absolutely oblivious to this situation of the undead, she might have been bold enough to chat her way into his motel room.&nbsp; The green-eyed girl behind the counter looked more bewildered than shocked; as if there were millions of ideas passing in front of her eyes as to what to do. For the looks of things so far, the best idea was to sit still.<br><br>Not quite bursting through, but still completely unfair considering the situation, a blonde girl walked into the lobby. She was a cute little thing, even somehow managed to seem smaller than Heather although she knew better than that. The brunette had a special spot reserved in her heart for blondes. She didn't like them very much, seeing how any in of them in high school tended to be dating the boys that she did like. It also doesn't help their case when one of 'them' worked her way into her house, managed to get the both of them drunk, played this wonderful, far-too-long game of teasing, just to nap. Blondes are damned boyfriend stealing teases.<br><br>Refraining from zoning out again, Heather shook her head and caught the last bit of the young girl's conversation with the receptionist. A clear ditz. Or maybe just a girl who knows how to play the game. Heather was fond of the game. "<strong>I have the phone here,</strong>" she started, forcing herself to stand up against the better judgment of her terrified limbs. The brunette put the cordless phone onto the counter where she first picked it up. <br><br>She wasn't sure what compelled her to do so, but Heather turned back and sat in her chair, but looked toward the group of three by the counter and not at the TV. "<strong>My name's Heather, by the way. I... I guess I just have the feeling we're going to be seeing a lot of each other for the next little while.</strong>" She shrugged, unable to offer the trio any other explanation for any of the questions they were likely going to ask if they asked them. "<strong>Call it a hunch.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 18:11:58</strong>
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				Jennifer had been drawn away from the window a few times. She had watched the group gather in the office, it was confusing. They all seemed to have a worried expression on their face. It was difficult, but Jennifer could pick up on their body language: everyone in the room was starting to feel like they needed each other. Half of the time they looked like conspirators gathering in a secret place; it was how they slowly edged toward one another without noticing. The other half of the time, they seemed to be scared shitless, staring at the tv in wonder. Their eyes were intense and far reaching. They seemed to be looking off in the distance. Hardly a good sign.<br><br>She had pulled an apple out of her bag, the only ounce of food she possessed. As she ate, she flipped the tv on to see what they were looking at. It didn't take long to find the right channel. Taken back, her apple was completely forgotten as one of the many news casts horrified her. She stared at the screen for a long moment. then, just as quickly as she turned it on, the television was off and her room was calm and cool. “oh, fuck...” Her breathing changed and her right arm lingered, apple in hand. she had lost her appetite completely. Her thoughts pinpointed her worry: 'The dead were rising with a hunger and rage.' She wanted to believe she was dreaming, but she hadn't ever had a nightmare about this before. No doubt, she was awake and perturbed. <br><br>Her instincts told her to prepare herself. She was a bit of a mess, scurrying around her motel room and gathering things she thought she may need. She put on a pair of black nylons under her dress, she changed her shoes to ones that covered her feet and she put a white knitted hat upon her head. Then she stuffed her tote bag full of practical items: keys, wallet, cell phone, her ace bandages (for her knee), and a cavalcade of other things. Most of what she had on her was useless, but she didn't want to meet the unexpected with nothing.<br><br>In moments, she walked out of her door and locked it behind her. Checking her surroundings, her eyes scanned all the way to the horizon and back. Her feet begin to carry her before she looked at where she was going. Her walk was brisk, yet undetermined. The office was her destination. At that point, she knew why everyone was scared. She was just as terrified, being around others was her only desire. She walked in carefully and slipped through the door, only opening it halfway and slowly. She turned to the room nervously and looked up at Jake's eyes. It felt like everyone was peering at her. Her mouth opened with hesitation. “did ya'll see the news?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gravik</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 04:31:18</strong>
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				Jake turned his attention back to the television and the news report, the words <em>dead</em> and <em>coming back to life</em> now stuck in his head. There really was only one explanation for it. Zombies. But zombies made no sense what so ever. How was it that zombies could even exist? They were something that existed in the movies and video games...not in real life. There was no way that someone who died could come back to life and have a serious case of the munchies. No fucking way. But according to the news report, exactly that was happening. People were going to the hospital with bite wounds from other humans. That was exactly what happened in every single zombie movie Jake had watched. This whole ordeal was reminding him of the movie Dawn of the Dead, and not in a good way. He did enjoy watching a good zombie film...but if that stuff was actually coming to life, then he'd be picking a new favorite type of movie.<br><br>After listening to the news report for another minute, he turned his attention back to the two others in the room, glancing over at the small Asian woman who had come out from behind the counter to get a better look at the news report. After watching her for a moment, Jake's gaze wandered back to the brunette sitting down. If he'd met her any other time, he'd definitely be exchanging phone numbers with her. Having already gone through four years of college, Jake had seen and been with a lot of attractive girls, and the brunette he was now looking at was just as attractive as any of them. Jake's attention shifted when he heard another unfamiliar voice. He turned a little to see a cute little blond girl walking into the lobby, who looked no older than 19. Jake looked the girl over for a moment. Blonds had never been a favorite of his. The last girl he'd seriously dated had been blond...and things hadn't worked out. He didn't have anything against blonds...he just preferred a girl with darker hair.<br><br>Jake watched the little blond girl for a few moments. She was cute and he'd gladly exchange phone numbers with her if circumstances were better...but she definitely was like your stereotypical blond. Ditsy, dumb - okay, maybe not dumb - and more ditsy. Not something he found incredibly attractive in a girl. But then again, who really cared if he was going to get her in bed. if she was a good lay, then that was what mattered. Jake also noticed another woman entering the room, his attention being drawn towards her when she asked if they had seen the news. Jake nodded then pointed towards the TV. "That's all that seems to be on right now..."<br><br>Jake then watched as the brunette stood up and moved to set the telephone back on the counter before introducing herself. Heather. That was a nice name. "I'm Jake," He nodded to the three that were around the counter, and was about to say something else when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. Jake quickly reached for it. The caller ID read Matt. Jake answered the phone then turned away from the group a little, "Dude, what the hell is going on out there?" Jake asked. Matt went on to explain what he knew. He definitely sounded shaken up. "I'm going to send you a couple pictures...gotta run," Matt replied before hanging up. Jake then stood there for a moment until his phone began to vibrate again, alerting him he had an unread picture message. Jake opened up the picture. The screen on his phone was large enough that he could see the picture pretty clearly, and it looked just like the stuff he was seeing on the news. The picture showed someone taking a bite out of another human. Jake shook his head then held his phone towards Heather for her to take a look....<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 05:10:50</strong>
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				&nbsp; Katsumi blinked when the blonde girl walked in. Listening to her speak, Katsumi had the sudden urge to hide. That tone of voice made her think of high school preps, and she had bad memories of them. When the girl questioned about the phone, she pushed up her glasses and glanced to the other woman, who then offered the phone. Heather, what a nice name. Glancing back to the blonde, she nodded. <strong>"I have a spare key to all rooms, but I'll have to come unlock it, there are only two keys to each room."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; When Jake then introduced himself, she was about to offer her name, but then he answered his phone and she did not want to be rude. He hung up and she was about to say her name, then in came Jennifer. Seeing the other woman brought a smile to Katsumi's lips. The smile promptly turned to frown when the other who lived in the motel mentioned the news. If Jennifer had seen the news, maybe she had noticed Katsumi's mother in the background.<br><br>&nbsp; Glancing to Heather and Jake, she bowed a little at the waist. <strong>"Watashi wa Sasaki-Hall Katsumi... Sorry, I am used to introducing myself in Japan.. I am Bryan's step-daughter."</strong> The name Hall Family Motel was on the little business cards in each room and on the sign outside. <strong>"If we are going to be together like Ms. Heather feels, you may call me Katsumi."</strong> With that, she turned to move a little closer to Jennifer.<br><br>&nbsp; <strong>"Did you see Keiko Ka-san in the background of the report... I really think it was her and I am worried she is hurt badly."</strong> Green eyes peered through thin glasses as she hoped she had been wrong in it being her mother. Drawing her bottom lip in between her teeth, she nibbled her lip, a nervous habit. She glanced back to Jake, who was showing Heather something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>redryder</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 12:14:38</strong>
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				Abbie rolled her eyes at the way the "adults" all stared at the TV like sheep. Couldn't they see this was some sort of fake-iness?<br><br>She picked up the phone, dialing Steve first. The phone rang and rang. Nothing. Kristi next, only to find the same result.<br><br>When she tried her dad, though, he came on through a burst of static. She could just BARELY make him out. "KRRRHHH ... 'lo?"<br><br>"Dad!" she shouted, tears springing to her eyes. "I'm ..."<br><br>"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHK ... inside! HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHKKKK ... madhouse!"<br><br>"I'm in Roseville! I need you to come for me! I need ..."<br><br>She could sense the other eyes in the room on her. The connection went dead. He would come. Surely, he would come. He'd trace the number back and find the motel and ...<br><br>She saw their eyes, tried to put on her fake flirtiness. "What? He'll come!"<br><br>For the first time, she was starting to be afraid. The worry in his voice ...<br><br>"I'll need to get into my room now," she said to the woman behind the desk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Venom09</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 21:48:40</strong>
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				Jasmine could not believe the mess that seemed to be going on. She had finally made it up just a slight bit in rank and now she sat in the front of the police car passenger side listening to some little fucking punk talking about banging her?! Oh this was ridiculous! Keeping her mouth shut though knowing it best especially when her superior raised his hand even though she felt he was a bit sexist himself. Sighing and listening to the two communicate she turned her head just enough to see her superior and then the captive just out of her perufial vision. The two communicated on the convicts delimma and how he was connected to a drug dealer, but the conversation though she knew she should be listening to didn't interest her as much as what she had heard once going home the other night to her cozy little apartment. <br><br>The government had talked of a virus recently getting loose and yet... nothing seemed to be happening around where they lived... well yet. The news however very much interested her thus while her warm bath brewed she had listened to everything that was going on. It seemed things in other places were slowly getting hectic, but with life being hectic enough for her with sexist pigs like the one in the back bothering her she wasn't about to really let some other places issues worry her. Finally though she came back to reality as she heard the suck my cock comment... She balled her fists doing her best to keep her mouth shut, "Fucking sexist little..." She then stopped herself for Jasmine wasn't about to lose her cool... no not in front of some damn fucking punk ass bitch!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 01:16:24</strong>
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				Things were starting to look very promising. Hanging out in a motel with four complete randoms while the start of an apocalypse was practically a few steps away. No, actually, this is absolute shit. We have 'Ya'll' bursting in here talking like she was the first to figure out that everyone was completely in the shitter. We have Quinn (Blonde, cheerleader, probably does love to sing and dance on stage) acting like a snooty broad. Katsumi, who was probably a really nice girl, but looks like she would shut down as soon as something with glazed, milky eyes even so much as looks at her. Jake would probably try and see if he could have his way with a particularly fresh, hot zombie if one were to groan at him a certain way.<br><br>Heather wasn't being fair, she knew that. At least none of them could really know what she thought of them right now. Everyone had their own little conversations with one another, or on their phones, and when Jake finished his with one of his friends, he was nice enough to show the brunette just what he got to see. "<strong>Fuuuuck. I am SO not a fan of this.</strong>" She stood up, taking her backpack over her shoulder as she did, and plowed through the small crowd of people and into the parking lot. If anyone even tried to stop her, she did well enough to weasel her way through.<br><br>Once outside, it looked like some of the other motel patrons caught wind of the shit hitting the fan and decided that an exodus was in order. A few of the cars peeled out of the lot; a pair of them just narrowly missing each other, while the other opted to just try his luck with the curb. If Heather learned anything about zombies from the media, it was that the highways are a definite no-no, and hospitals are the first place that goes under. Taking a deep breath and letting it leave her body slowly, Heather calmed down considerably. Fresh air always managed to calm her down, even if it is only as fresh as Detroit allows air to be. <br><br>Thinking it over, there really was no where for her to go. If she tried the roads there was probably going to be gridlock. Going home involves a scenic view of downtown. Not happening. The breath after her calming exhale was a dejected sigh. This is real. If she just sits and wait for it, something bad is coming to come. But what could Heather do? Convince everyone in the motel to go into lock down mode? Sure. Everyone's just going to stop and listen to a teenager about how to go about surviving. Fuck this. Where's a cop when you need one?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 02:06:34</strong>
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				Dante narrowed his eyes a little when the female cop muttered out something which he heard clearly enough, smirking in her direction some he said <strong>"Well I wasn't talking to you in the strictest sense, sweet cheeks. Nice to see you're joining the conversation though."</strong> Glancing back out the window as the carnage seemed to get more and more distant, he sighed and said <strong>"Shouldn't you two badge wearing fucks be out there anyway? I mean cracking open skulls, protecting and serving and what not."</strong> Shaking his head though, he settled back into the seat for a moment before muttering <strong>"At least turn on the radio or something? I want to hear the news."</strong> Hopefully they had a better idea of just what the hell was going on currently, than Dante did. This weird feeling he had, it was uglier than the claustrophobia or paranoia he might normally feel in prison. This was something new.<br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://www.neosaej.com/Image.aspx?t=News16)<br><br>The news anchor had a hand to his temple for a second, as if trying to collect his thoughts. Looking back towards the camera, he bit his lip for a minute before straightening his glasses. <em>"It seems earlier reports were wrong...this isn't some self contained event that can be ignored. I mean we have the dead...seemingly rising and attacking the living. This makes absolutely no sense, it should be impossible...however we're going to remain here and report to you any and all new developments we receive. The national guard is being mobilized, along with reservists to back up the police forces in the major cities that are seeing the most widespread incidents of violence. It seems however that whatever this situation is? It is spreading at an exponential rate. Can I direct your attention to this figure for a second?"</em><br><br>The camera shifted to a map of the united states, it was highly detailed though somewhat transparent. Red dots appeared in several major cities in the Midwest, however there were also surrounding areas that had less clustered spots. Though it seemed that whatever the dots represented? Was spreading, and quickly. The news anchor cleared his throat, <em> These spots indicate sites that are seeing violence from the reanimated bodies,if you notice? The heaviest concentration seems to be in the largest cities. Areas like Detroit, Chicago, St. Louis, and Columbus seem to be getting the worst of it. I won't be surprised if this violence is finding its way to the surrounding areas as we speak...all we can advise you at home to do is to either get home as soon and as safely as humanly possible or to stay in if you're already home. Avoid freeways, and lock your home up. Stay vigilant and make sure you cooperate with the police and the military personnel in the hopes that this situation is clearly dealt with...To demonstrate to you the seriousness, of this situation? We have this video prepared, I warn you. What you're about to see is disturbing and graphic."</em><br><br>With that, the camera shifted once more. This time it was street level in Chicago, and the city was absolutely covered in widespread panic. Gunshots filled the air, people were running frenetically down the streets and a newsman looked towards the camera in a panicked state. <em>"I honestly cannot believe what we're seeing here. This city? Looks like an absolute warzone! I mean people are being violently attacked in the middle of the streets and the police presence is trying their best to stem the violence...but...!"</em> A cop stepped in front of him for a second, shouldering a shotgun and firing rounds off camera with a stern look on his face. The cameraman looked back to the newsman before he said <em>"Look, we need to get out of here. Now! This isn't a safe...oh my god!"</em> Pointing in a direction which the camera followed, a bloodied woman was crying and running in their direction for dear life as a large mass of violently mutilated and disemboweled reanimated dead chased after her. The cameraman started to take steps back, but eventually as he tried to break out into a full run he stumbled and him and the camera hit the ground hard. As he struggled to get up, the horde descended onto them and before the feed was cut. Screams could be heard, the kind filled with anguish that signified death was a certainty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gravik</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 04:22:53</strong>
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				Jake had somewhat figured Heather would say something along those lines. He sure hadn't liked what he'd seen in the picture, and from the response Heather gave, he could tell he didn't like it either. Jake then watched as the girl stood up and pushed her way past everyone so that she could head outside, no one really trying to stop her. Jake just watched her go before slipping his phone back into his pocket and turning his attention back to the television to see if there were any updates. And that there was. <em>I mean we have the dead...seemingly rising and attacking the living. This makes absolutely no sense, it should be impossible...</em>Yup, it was definitely sounding more and more like a zombie movie come true. Between the news report and the picture he'd gotten from his friend, Jake was now more than convinced it was real. He wasn't going to have to see it to believe it. And if he had his choice, he'd prefer not to see any of it, but he knew it would be hard to avoid.<br><br>The news then switched to show a map of the United States with a bunch of red dots that seemed to be showing the different ares where violence had broken out. Lovely. It wasn't just Detroit. There were fucking zombies in every big city near Detroit, as well as surrounding areas. How the hell could something like this have spread so fast? before they all knew it, New York, Las Angeles, San Francisco, and every other big city in the country could be experiencing the same&nbsp; exact thing. And then pretty soon the whole nation would be going to shit. Damn, it was about time they got the National Guard mobilized.<br><br>Jake watched the news for another minute or so as it shifted to somewhere in Chicago. Gunshots could be heard, and the city looked like a mess. When the camera shifted again, it showed what looked to be a woman being chased by the dead, and then within a few moments, nothing.... "What the..." Jake muttered half out loud. He then looked around the room for a moment, looking at the others before deciding to go and see if he could find out where Heather had gone off to. Once outside, he let out a soft sigh of relief. The fresh air felt relieving compared to the stuffy motel. Jake spotted Heather a little ways away then made his way over towards her. "Where're you going?" Jake asked before he paused for a moment. "The violence is spreading. It's all over the place. Columbus, St. Louis, Chicago..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 04:55:36</strong>
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				Heather turned to Jake, who felt the need to come out after her. Nice enough guy for a giant juice monkey. The brunette swore at herself for thinking like a complete self-centred bitch. It would be very likely that she was going to be with Jake through this mess. To think that she could have just continued down the road or just turned around and gone home. Nope. She decided to be responsible, call home, and be stuck out in the middle of nowhere with her school supplies and her car with barely half a tank of gas in it. <em><strong>It would die on the freeway anyway...</strong></em><br><br>Catching his words despite the attempts of the fall breeze, Heather shrugged her shoulder at him, as if he asked the stupidest question in the world. "<strong>There's no where to go, bud. Fuck! What are we supposed to do? People are ripping each other apart right now. It's only a matter of time before that shit gets down here. An hour, maybe two. That reporter fuckhead said that they 'die' and then come back. It's only going to spread.</strong>" Out of a nervous reflex, the girl tightened the straps of her backpack, then looked around for an answer to her problem. There were no screams or gunshots on the streets just yet, but from those that were piling into their cars in a hushed panic or talking on their cell phones with their family and friends, everyone knew something was going down.<br><br>Looking back at Jake, she considered something rather silly. Every time one of these stupid 'The World is Ending' ideas comes into conversation, the one thing everyone wants to do before they die is fuck someone. Heather always said that she would do something she'd never do under any normal circumstances like loot and just be a goon, but now that she was in the middle of a situation where she may very well be eaten alive in the next few days, banging someone sounded alright. Wordlessly, the brunette shook the idea out of her head, which probably looked really dumb to Jake. She simply brushed it off with another one of her nervous quirks in ensuring that her socks were even on either leg; coming up to just under her knees. A soccer thing to do.<br><br>"<strong>Alright, tough guy,</strong>" Heather started, trying not to add 'Let's fuck' at the end of it. "<strong>Erm... what do you suggest we do? We're not going to leave this city any time soon. I'm not willing to just bunker down in a fucking motel room until everyone else around me is dead. Fuuuuck!</strong>" Frustration was clear in her body and her words. At least she wasn't scared shitless that the world as far as she knew it was going to hell anymore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 05:12:56</strong>
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				Jennifer tried to answer Sasaki, but her voice was stifled. Everyone was talking quickly and loudly. She pinched her eyes in irritation. As they continued to scream blah blah at each other, and Nah Nee Nah back and froth; Jennifer started to look at each of them as if they were not speaking English. Too many things were happening, she didn't have a chance to answer Sasaki. They were freaking out. Heather left the room, nearly running Jennifer over. <br><br>'Where the fuck is she going? probably just getting away from the big man,' she thought absently, then she pondered her first thought further. 'well that was stupid. I mean, yeah, he is irritating and rude, but he's gonna protect us when this shit comes knocking.' She kept her eyes on Heather as she wandered around in the open. Her thoughts stopped when the newscast picked back up.<br><br>Hearing the news about the massive size of the incident wasn't scary at all. 'It's zombies, of course their gonna be everywhere.' What frightened Jennifer was that they were smacked down right in the middle of it. They were planted right in between The great Lakes and a mass of murderous corpses. The video came up and she averted her eyes. “god, this is fucked up.” Her body cowered away from the tv and she held still until the screaming stopped. “oh man.” Jake left the room too. He was following the roundest ass in the room. '”Figures,” she said in disgust. Jennifer was not jealous. She was offended by his stupidity. “why's everybody going outside?” she seemed to have lost her inner monologue. She spoke loudly but not to anyone beside herself. She mumbled her way over to the chair that Heather sat in. Her crown rested on the brims of her fingers, lost in total distraught.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gravik</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 06:34:51</strong>
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				Jake watched as Heather turned to face him. She sure did have a nice ass. He began to wonder what sort of...but he quickly pulled his mind back to more important matters. It was very likely that him and the brunette, as well as the others inside, would be seeing a lot of each other in the next who knew how long. Could be a day, month, a year. It all depended on how long they could stay alive. Jake had been a boyscout for a couple years while in middle school. They had been taught different survival skills, but he doubted any of them would actually work in the kind of situation they were in. No one taught you how to survive a zombie apocalypse.&nbsp; Sure, there were books that showed various strategies for surviving a zombie attack, such as where to go for safety, what supplies to bring, how to kill a zombie...but all of that was meant for a humorous read. Not reality. It reminded him of a quote from one of his favorite zombie movies, Dawn of the Dead, <em>"Just shoot them in the head! They seem to go down permanently if you shoot them in the head. Then, you gotta burn them!"</em><br><br>Jake raised an eye brow at what Heather had to say. No where to go? Well, if they weren't in a totally messed up situation where the world could be ending, then Jake would gladly invited the girl back to his motel room. That would be a place to go. Or over to where his truck was parked. Her bent over the hood of his truck. Yeah, that was a good image. Much better than the image of a zombie ripping the limbs off of its next meal. "There's always a place to fucking go." Jake replied. A grocery or convenience store, a mall, a fire station. Scratch that. That was probably where the majority of people would be heading in attempts to flee the rising dead. And that was the last place Jake wanted to be - with a bunch of other people, where one infected person could lead to the rest of them turning into ravenous cannibals intent on devouring any and all alive persons. <br><br>Jake watched for a moment as the girl in front of him shook her head at something before asking him what he suggested they should do. Well, if he had his way, he'd drive right on back to Lansing, but that was most definitely out of the question. The highway was guaranteed to be an absolute mess, with everyone trying to flee town. The best option would be to stay where there was the least amount of people. Thankfully they were a good half an hour from downtown Detroit. Jake wasn't even sure if they were technically in Detroit, or a surrounding suburb. He hoped for the later option. Jake didn't know Detroit particularly well, being that he'd only been there on a handful of occasions. "Well, it's pretty obvious. Stay away from the most populated areas of the city. We're what...a good twenty or thirty minutes from downtown," Jake paused for a moment to look the girl over quickly, "You look like a Detroit type girl..where would you suggest we go?" Jake finished, forcing himself to concentrate on the situation facing them, and not what kind of panties the brunette was pairing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 10:08:16</strong>
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				&nbsp; Katsumi sighed when the girl commented about getting into her room again. Sighing and nodding, she looked to her guitar, her fingers ached nervously to play. Pushing down her urge, she headed to the door that led into the motel. She felt bad that Heather stormed out, but she felt no reason to chase her. She was too worried about the possibility of zombies being real that she didn't want to exit the building even if it were someone she knew that went outside. Glancing at Jake as he went outside to talk to Heather.<br><br>&nbsp; Glancing to the agitated blonde girl, she wondered why she was being so nervous. <strong>"Uhm.. You said room 17 right? Wasn't there someone else with you?"</strong> She wondered because the check-in book had stated two occupants for that room. She figured the girl was young, and from the looks of her, she had been at a dance or something, big dress and what not. She felt a bit taken out of her way, having to help the girl, but that was what she was here to do, wasn't it?<br><br>&nbsp; She was trying to push out the worries of the news report from her mind. She didn't want to think that her mother might die, and worse, might become a zombie. The reports were wrong, they had to be. They had to be some big hoax. There was no proof out in view. This did nothing to change her fears. She was very fantasy oriented and felt that zombies were very real. Groaning, she ran a hand through her chocolate hair then pulled her glasses off to clean them.<br><br>&nbsp; Glancing to the girl, she nibbled her lip for a second. Slipping her glasses back on, she blinked a bit to adjust. <strong>"If you need anything other than this, I will be happy to take care of it when we get to the room, or you can call the front desk from the room's phone."</strong> She tried to sound confident, like Bryan told her, but she was not really much of a people person.<br><br>&nbsp; A shiver ran through her at a thought that made her feel odd. In all the zombie movies she'd seen, there were only a few people who survived, and she had always wondered if they ever tried to rebuild the populace. Did that mean being intimate with someone you didn't know, and possibly didn't like? Would it be like that now? She blushed brightly across her cheeks and felt suddenly vulnerable and like an oddball. She had a small thought of if it were the few of them, that Jake was suddenly very lucky, which only turned her nose and ears blush colored as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>redryder</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 12:38:27</strong>
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				Abbie slammed the door shut behind herself. She had to THINK, dammit. What was on the TV just before she left left no doubt: There was a zombie outbreak in the city, and it was too elaborate to be a hoax. <br><br>She closed her eyes. She'd never seen any scary movies. They got to her. When it came right down to it, she was too much of a girly girl for that kind of thing, shrieking at the slightest amount of blood.<br><br>But the time had come for action. And action involved a big-ass truck. And Steve HAD a big-ass truck. And she had the keys right here.<br><br>+++++<br><br>She lowered herself carefully from the drivers seat, by the lobby, going inside. Looking at the frightened faces before her, she spoke quickly. <strong>"My parents live in Roseville, and my dad has, like, a million guns. We can avoid the city if we act now, and I have a truck. Who's with me?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 16:32:04</strong>
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				(I'm kind of assuming that Sasaki came back inside the lobby)<br><br>Jennifer was still, sitting on the chair as everyone moved around her. For the short time that she was left alone, she approached the television and turned it off. "...heard about enough of that shit," she mumbled to herself. Her mind was exceedingly busy, she tried to Compose her thoughts, but they were chaotic and nearly impossible to make sense of. She begin pacing slowly around the lobby. Sasaki re-entered and they were left alone. Jennifer found it a good time to answer the question. "Hey." She started slowly, guiding her next sentence slowly. "I didn't see your mother in the newscast. I'm sorry." She had more to say but she had to be gentle. Sasaki was in a fragile space, and delicacy would be paramount. "in times like these. We think about our loved ones a lot, and we hope their ok. But we're all going to have to remember to look out for ourselves." It was stating to come out funny. She tried to start over. "If your mother is alive, she's thinking of you. The best thing you can do for her, whether she's alive or dead, is be strong." She tried not to be too intense, even though what she was saying was supposed to empower her tiny Asian friend. "ya know, just don't freak out, ok?"<br><br>That's about when the lobby door opened and Abbie was suddenly in her face. She was still acting on first instincts like a crazy person. Her proposition had something to do with Roseville, driving, a truck, and guns. Jennifer stared at her a long moment. "No way, that's a stupid idea on a lot of levels." Jennifer was freaked out but she seemed to be the only person with a level head in the area. She shifted her weight back and forth. She suddenly felt responsible for these people. If she wasn't going to bring them together, no one would. Sasaki had gone nearly catatonic. Heather and Jake were just standing outside talking to each other like it was totally safe. Now, Abbie... "Listen..." Her tone was aggressive. Jennifer liked it when pretty people were stupid, it gave her a chance to feel powerful, something she liked more than she knew. "I don't know your name... but if you don't calm down, like, right now; you're probably gonna die. Do you follow me?" She was trying not to add what she was really thinking, "and get out of that prom dress, you'd be better off naked that wrapped up in that thing."<br><br>Her task was far from finished, but maybe those around her would start acting with their wits about them like she was. It was really all she could hope for. She wished there was a smarter man around her, one with a good idea and a plan. If she was the smartest person in the group, they weren't going to last long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 17:09:08</strong>
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				Jackson had let the newbie speak her peace, after all, she was offended, and he’d hate to censor her on account of some two-bit thug with a mistaken sense of morals. Street cred meant absolutely shit when you weren’t on the street, and whether he knows it or not, everyone snitched…except the dumb ones. It was why big names walked and little names got locked up. A big name could talk, and it be worth something. A small name had nothing to offer, and therefore propped themselves off as hard and honorable.<br><br>The shit was laughable.<br><br>He had to admit though. Dante had a damn good point about the increasingly alarming level of activity out there. He turned on the radio just in time to hear the radio station pipe in the tv audio.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">… I mean we have the dead...seemingly rising and attacking the living. This makes absolutely no sense, it should be impossible...however we're going to remain here and report to you any and all new developments we receive. The national guard is being mobilized, along with reservists to back up the police forces in the major cities that are seeing the most widespread incidents of violence. It seems however that whatever this situation is? It is spreading at an exponential rate.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jackson did a double take on at the radio “Da fuck he just say?” came from his voice, and it wasn’t the cop who spoke, but a bewildered citizen. After getting control of himself, he was able to hear the remaining audio before the feed was lost, and the jockey once again explain that they had reports of the dead rising to consume the living. <em>’Oh hell no…hell fucking no. ‘</em> he thought to himself, before his mind made him accept the possibility of there being no chance to his case now. Getting Dante to the other prison was on the backburner now. Getting them out of the area was now on the top of the list. “Jasmine, see if we can get anyone on dispatch” he figured it would be busy, but it was worth a try.<br><br>“We have a job to do, Dante. So do they. I’m getting us out of here while I still can” and with that, he put on the show. Lights and sound were suddenly pulsing from the Charger as it jumped the curb to get around traffic. The timing was essential. Too late, and no one gave a fuck who was or wasn’t a cop. He had to use the authority while it was still in place, because after that they were shit outta luck “Hold-on kiddo, he said to Jasmine as he worked the wheel. A few people who still had sense enough to care for their lives had moved out of his way, and he managed to tweak the wheel just enough to clip a bloodied man running after a mother holding an infant. If he still wanted her, he was going to have to crawl <em>’how did you know it was a zombie?’</em> his mind asked. The answer was simple. He didn’t.<br><br>He managed to wrap around lesser used side streets and alleys. The lights brought him the little authority it had left, but he managed to make it out of the downtown area. He was damned if he was going to go the freeway, and the traffic softened up enough to allow for some passes on people too dense to get out of his way. After another five minutes, he turned the show off and rode in relative silence. His days of playing the show just for the thrill were long gone, and apparently so were his days of chasing major bad guys. His adrenaline was leaking hard and his hands were starting to shake even while holding the wheel “we gotta hunker down a moment…think this shit through” he said mostly to himself, but loud enough for everyone to hear.<br><br>The Motel was a godsend. It wasn’t near enough to the freeway to make it hard to get there, but the hop wouldn’t be far if they tried to do that later. He parked the Charger in the lot facing the window of the Motel lobby and sat still. After a few seconds, he checked out his rear-view mirror and seemed to be mulling something over. After a while, he looked at Jasmine “You okay?” was all he’d allow himself to ask at this point.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 17:36:58</strong>
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				"<strong>You've got to be kidding me.</strong>" Heather said before biting her lip. They were right back where they started. "<strong>I don't want to say it, but maybe we should just wait this out. Not forever, of course not, but there's no point in us adding to the pani--</strong>"<br><br>Quinn, practically on cue, burst out of the lobby with a sulking Katsumi in tow. Heather just watched the two make their way to room 17 and kept watching as Katsumi went back to the lobby in much the same fashion that she left. The brunette tried hard to think of something to say but nothing was coming until Miss Gown went to an uncharacteristic truck and then off into the lobby again. Deciding that she really didn't want to depend on that girl if she needed, the athletic teen covered the distance between herself and Jake, practically looking at him at eye-to-chest level. "<strong>The one thing we can't do is act like that.</strong>"<br><br>For the next couple of minutes, Heather watched those in the lobby, looked at the areas that she could from where she stood around the motel, and was desperately trying to think of what they should do. As far as she could tell, this place was safe for the moment. Car honks, loud screams, and the occasional gunshot were the only things made her think otherwise. It was all far enough away to give her the comfort of knowing that standing out here in the middle of a parking lot wasn't the stupidest thing to do. <br><br>"<strong>Is there a radio or a TV in your room?</strong>" Heather asked calmly. Or as calm as a zombie apocalypse would allow. "<strong>We're not leaving here. We can't. We'll only get ourselves in shit. Whether it be overzealous fuckers with guns that will protect whatever they've got, or zombies, we have to wait until this... settles in.</strong>" The idea sent a shiver up the girl's spine. Thinking about walking around her old neighbourhood with zombies eating whatever flesh they find. Augh.<br><br>Heather's ears perked up at the noise of a car. There were plenty going through every now and again, but the engine was something more... beastly, than your average one. It got closer and the noise eventually turned into a Charger that unceremoniously parked itself in front of the lobby. From what she could tell, there were three people in the car. They were all pre-occupied with each other to really pay attention to Jake and Heather, which suited her fine - even with the tinted windows in the back, the 'Convicted Felon' orange was as bright as day. <br><br>"<strong>Where's a cop when you need one, huh?</strong>" Heather repeated what she said maybe ten minutes ago. Funny how these things work out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gravik</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 22:47:28</strong>
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				Jake nodded in agreement with what Heather had to say. He would much rather stay right where they were at the motel then try to wander off and find some other spot to hide out. For the moment, the motel seemed relatively safe, considering it was about half an hour away from downtown Detroit. And the National Guard was supposed to be mobilizing, so maybe they wuld be able to get this all under control? Unlikely though. Jake was about to say something, but then Heather cut herself off as the door to the motel lobby burst open. He glanced over his shoulder to see the little blond girl followed by the Asian woman. Jake watched as the two headed for room 17. "Looks like someone needs their mommy..." Jake muttered before turning his attention back to Heather.<br><br>He then watched as the&nbsp; brunette covered the distance between the two of them. After looking at Heather for a moment, he looked back over his shoulder to where her attention had momentarily turned. The blond girl was now getting into a truck. A truck that was just a little too big for her. Jake couldn't help but chuckle softly before looking back to Heather, "I don't think I would act like any blond...Thank god there isn't a second one like her" he replied. Jake looked down at the girl for a few moments. She was a good half a foot shorter than him. Nothing wrong with that though. Shorter girls were a particular favorite of his...especially if they were brunette. Jake then turned a little so he could look back at the motel lobby area.<br><br>"There's a TV. And.." He pulled his cellphone from his pocket to check the signal. "Looks like I'm still getting signal..." Jake replied, pushing his phone back into his pocket. "True...and who knows how much of the city is already overrun with zombies." Zombies. Jake still found it hard to believe he was actually saying zombies. And it was even more unreal that zombies were actually coming to life...ugh, everything was fucked up now. Jake hadn't really paniced yet. He was just more..surprised than anything.<br><br>Jake's attention turned when he heard the rumble of a car. He turned to see a Dodge Charger parking in front of the lobby. Looked just like a cop car, and sounded like one too. It was about time a cop came by. Hopefully they'd know more about the situation than just what the news reports were covering.&nbsp; Jake chuckled at Heather's comment, "It's about time...come on, lets head back inside." Jake looked to Heather for a moment then began to start back towards the motel lobby. Now he was really wishing he had his hunting rifle, but he'd left that back in Lansing. All he had for a weapon was his switchblade knife. And he was hoping he wouldn't have to use that, because that would mean he'd be much too close to a zombie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 23:30:08</strong>
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				Lexi had just gotten to the outside of Detroit when she noticed the motel with the cop car outside of it. She looked round nervously before walking to the motel door and opening it, her shirt sleeve was covered in blood and there was a rip in her jeans where she had tripped and cut her knee badly. She walked in and looked at the people, her face was pale, she was tired before she said quietly “D..Does anybody know first aid? I kind of tripped and fell while running away” She blushed a little shy to ask, she still didn’t know that zombies were coming back she thought just a big lot of gangs were on some weird new drug that turned them into psychos.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 00:50:13</strong>
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				&nbsp; Katsumi had been a little put off when the blonde slammed the door, but shrugged it off and headed back to the office. She caught a glimpse at Jake and Heather, making sure they were okay. Once back in the lobby, she smiled when Jennifer started speaking to her, trying to calm her. It made her feel better that she at least knew someone, even if only a little. Nodding, she smiled cutely. <strong>"No freaking out... Promise."</strong> Katsumi would do her best to keep a promise, and she felt as long as she had her guitar that she could keep that promise.<br><br>&nbsp; She blinked when Abbie burst in, spouting her ideas about going to a different area. Walking back behind the counter and setting on her stool, she picked up her guitar. <strong>"I have no interest in a place I don't know... Here I can hide and defend myself better than anywhere else in America."</strong> She spoke quietly, but she was confident in her knowledge of the motel. Katsumi specified America, cause if Japan she felt she had several places she could be safe. Slipping the strap over her head, she strummed a little. It started to calm her down instantly, it was something familiar and real.<br><br>&nbsp; Glancing up at the sound of a car, she noticed the Charger and shook her head. She was really not going to rent out any rooms now. She was done and wanted to just relax and wait and see if her mother called to make sure she was fine. Shaking her head a bit, she felt kind of useless right now. She smiled when Jake and Heather came in. Katsumi was glad they decided it was safer here than to leave to go somewhere else. She also felt safer having such a strong looking guy there to help with protecting them. A small smile twisted her lips shyly.<br><br>&nbsp; She started back to playing her guitar, not disturbed even the slightest when the girl covered with blood burst in, not outwardly at least. She glanced up, but went right back to playing her guitar, heart racing. Singing quietly, she had to find a way to stay calm. She was sure if zombies came after them that she would surely see a lot of blood, and probably guts. Shivering a little, she closed her eyes and sang a little louder, still probably not loud enough for the others to hear her clearly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 01:57:16</strong>
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				The world was kind of fuzzy. Not quite spinning, but Hans wasn't quite sure where he was or what he was doing. Maybe it was some sort of divine message, a spiritual sending from the Lord to guide him in this time of darkness. Or maybe he was just going crazy, that was a distinct possibility too.<br><br>Somehow, though, he found himself in the lobby of the motel. In jeans, a muted green turtleneck shirt, and a heavy overcoat - Detroit was <em>cold</em> this time of year - he would have been entirely unremarkable, or even unnoticed entirely, without his sheer height. There was already a crowd there, what looked like various guests and the little Japanese desk receptionist, currently withdrawn around a guitar as she played and sang softly to herself. In the doorway, though, was another stranger, a girl bleeding from a long scrape on her knee.<br><br>A hurt person. This he could handle. It was his calling, after all, Judgement Day and reanimated dead nonwithstanding. "You are hurt - vhat happened? Ver you bitten by somevone?" He hadn't been in America long enough to lose his accent, but he had learned to suppress it when he needed to be understood. Sometimes, though, it did come creeping back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 02:02:09</strong>
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				Lexi watched the Japanese girl just sing and play the guitar and she had to admit the girl was good but what was more important was that she needed to get these wounds cleaned.<br><br>She then turned to the man who spoke to her and sighed “I was being chased by those drugged up people outside and I tripped cutting my arm and knee. I wasn’t bitten by anybody but the bleeding hasn’t stopped because I haven’t treated it and I was escaping from the city”. She noticed his accent and smiled a little before looking away as she rubbed her arm “Why would somebody bite me?” She questioned not meaning to sound dumb since she hadn’t heard that the crisis had been identified as zombies.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 02:14:51</strong>
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				Hans didn't respond, instead heading for the check-in counter where the desk attendant was withdrawing into herself. Ducking under a ceiling fan, he crouched behind the counter beside Katsumi's stool, fishing around till he found the standard-issue first aid kit that every hotel and motel kept at their front desk. The red and white box was an international standard, and he snagged it easily without even jostling the stool next to him. Kit in hand, he took Lexi by the uninjured arm and led her to the closest chair.<br><br>"Please, roll up your sleeve." As he spoke, he was already popping open the tin box and examining the contents.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 02:23:40</strong>
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				Lexi followed him then sat down and rolled up her sleeve showing the cut while biting her bottom lip. She then sighed softly “I don’t know what’s going on today, has the city gone crazy or something?” She asked him while wincing as she then closed her eyes and ripped the sleeve off her top knowing it was ruined anyway then ripping the sleeve off her other arm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 02:33:42</strong>
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				Hans sighed heavily, even as he unwound a strip of gauze from the first aid kit's roll, cutting it free with a tiny pair of scissors. One of the kit's individually sealed packets of antibiotic cream went onto the gauze, but then he paused, noting the dirt smeared around and possibly in the wound. A water cooler sat nearby, and though he questioned how cold its contents might be, it was water. One paper cup later and he was kneeling at Lexi's side again, his shoulders still roughly level with hers.<br><br><em>"During those days men vill seek death, but vill not find it; they vill long to die, but death vill elude them.</em> Please, hold still, so the vound does not become infected." Holding her arm firmly, he tipped the trickle of water in the cup over the gash, letting her flinch against his grip, then placed the cream-smeared gauze patch over the wound and began to wrap it tightly.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 03:06:06</strong>
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				Heather sighed to herself quietly. There was way too fucking much going on around here for her liking. When Jake headed back into the lobby, she hung out just outside of it by the door. The brunette just couldn't get rid of the feeling that if she went back in there she would feel sick and nervous again. She almost very well passed out when a girl came running toward the lobby with blood all over her one arm and was clearly in some state of distress. She looked a little too clean to be a zombie. Not to mention the fact that she wasn't running like a complete idiot.<br><br>The Maryland undergrad watched as the girl asked for treatment and got it from some hulking German. Well, at least she thought he was German. Watching a lot of soccer, somehow allows you to pinpoint accents. His was pretty obvious anyway. He went on into the lobby, ducking under most anything that posed a thread to his forehead and started treating her. Heather didn't want anything to do with that girl. Even when she said she wasn't bitten, in movies, there was always that one motherfucker who knew he was going to die and wanted to drag someone down with him. The pink in the girl's hair didn't make her out to be much of a liar, though.<br><br>Setting her backpack on the ground, now, Heather rested her back against the outside wall of the building, waiting for the police to come out of their vehicle. She had a feeling if they came in here and wanted to bust stuff up rather than try and secure a few lives, including their own, that she and Jake could take them. As long as they kept their guns hidden away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 04:05:51</strong>
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				Jennifer was completely unfocused. She had thought that things were settling down, so she took a rude control over the group to help them calm; but, events continued to unravel. Her outbursts and orders had gone unheard. She felt foolish; telling everyone not to panic and calm down, when she was the one who was out of control. She had also called someone stupid... maybe. She said it indirectly at least... to the teenage girl. She felt guilty and shameful. Her busy mind tried to rationalize her doubt and she nearly let it off her shoulders, but things were too chaotic. She was a fragile mind, some days. The first day of Armageddon, turns out, was one of those days.<br><br>To Jennifer, Sasaki's music was eerie and discomforting. She felt a stern nausea at the very bottom of her stomach. her legs moved her backwards, slightly stumbling, she rested against one of the walls. The cop car, Hans, and Lexi all seemed to show up at the same time. Although a healthy allotment of time was between them each, Jennifer felt it all simultaneously. She felt dizzy, panicked. Everyone's eyes were screaming for help. She found Hans more comforting than Jake. He was older, wiser, larger, and foreign. He spoke strongly and had a deep understanding of his words. He was a bit melodramatic, and unsettling. Somehow, his cryptic narrative of hell on earth calmed her down. <br><br>Heather had left the room in confusion twice, now. Jennifer thought better of the decision this time. She felt claustrophobic and sick. <strong>“um... excuse me.”</strong> she started speaking, mostly to no one. It was like she'd asked to leave the dinner table. <strong>“I'm not feeling my best right now. I'll be joining that one girl outside.”</strong> She wasn't trying to be rude, but all of their names were rapid blurs in front of her. She didn't even try to remember them. <br><br>Carefully, she made her way around Hans, tightening her white cap around her head. She turned sideways, her hip found the door and she went out into the wind. Her hair danced off to her right, along with her dress and her bag. Her eyes gazed solely on the cop car. 'Have they seen us at all?' she pondered. She didn't look down, but Heather was at her feet. She mosied to the other side of the small brunette, keeping a fair distance in very natural strides. As she walked, she stared at the cop car in the shallow distance. Stepping backwards and turning, she found comfort against the wall, breathing deeply and staying quiet, at least for a moment. She didn't want to frustrate Heather. She may have come out there to get away from everybody. She calmly listened to her thoughts, and took none of them seriously.&nbsp; Her eyes weren't closed but they might as well of been. She had turned her attention inward. Indeed, Jennifer was an obsessive analyst. <br><br><strong>“Hey,”</strong> she said, looking over, and only slightly downward. Her eyes crossed Heather's for the first time. She allowed a fast moment to stall before continuing. Her tongue crackled as it spoke, <strong>“are you ok?”</strong> Her voice was warm and sincere. Above hopeful eyes were long, downward turning eyebrows. The concern on her face was honest. She tried not to pour it on too thick. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 09:21:30</strong>
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				Lexi watched him silently before nodding and once she felt the water over the gash she winced a little but other than that let out no sign she was in pain. She then sighed letting him look after her wound and she said quietly “Thank you, every other person outside who saw me just avoided me or chased me.” She looked into his eyes smiling softly and sat still not moving while letting herself think, her English accent making her another to stand out in the room, she wished she could lose it so she could fit in "I'm Lexi, its nice to meet you Mr...?" She blushed a little not knowing his name but thinking it would be polite to introduce herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 09:38:48</strong>
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				&nbsp; Katsumi had nearly fallen off her stool when the really tall man walked in. She quickly regained her composure, hoping it hadn't been noticeable, and watched him from the corner of her eye. She felt bad for ignoring the hurt girl, but she had never been good with bandages or the like. She tried to take in what everyone was doing without being noticed, best way to learn who was good to stay with was to watch how they were.<br><br>&nbsp; So far, as Katsumi had seen, she saw a few that she could place somewhat. There was Rachel, who seemed stubborn and strong-willed, which could be a good thing when planning what to do. There was Jake, who seemed kind and friendly, as well as strong, at least from looks. There was Jennifer, who seemed to be the calm and steady one, at least so far. Then the cheerleader, whose name she had yet to get, seemed the panicky type.<br><br>&nbsp; Sighing, she had three others to try and place. The really tall man, with what sound like a German accent, who seemed at least skilled in first aid. Was that a bible verse he just recited? Then there was Lexi, she thought the girl said, with blood on her. She hadn't seen enough of her, other than to know that she dealt with some messed up people. Last but not least, there was Katsumi herself. She saw it as her only contribution would be the motel itself.<br><br>&nbsp; Glancing out the window she remembered the car. She couldn't see into it very well from behind the counter, even though the stool had her sitting up higher. She wondered if the occupants of the car would come inside, after all, they had came up pretty quickly. Green hues focused between Jake and the really tall man. Those two were probably be her best choices, which made her feel even smaller.<br><br>&nbsp; With a small huff, she hopped off her stool and stopped playing. Moving to the door at the back of the room that said staff only, she pushed through it. There was a little bed back there, where she would sleep sometimes, bigger thing, there was a mini fridge in there. Moving to it, she pulled out a bottle of green tea and honey. Moving to stand in the door way, she watched the others in the small lobby. She wondered if they were going to get confirmation to the zombie thing, or if they were just going to have to guess. She then realized someone turned the television off. Moving to the counter, she picked up the remote and turned it back on, what if they missed a news report?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>redryder</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 09:46:40</strong>
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				Abbie sighed in frustration. Wouldn't these people listen to reason? At least the cops were here. "Thank God," she said to them. "I need to get to Roseville, and there's absolutely no one here who even THINKS that's an idea that makes sense." In the back of her head, she was hoping that one of the cops would tell her just what the hell was going on. Maybe they knew something about Steve, too?<br><br>But the cops weren't paying attention to her. Better things to do than tend to her, as if!<br><br>She turned back to the group in the lobby.<br><br>She rolled her eyes. "Fine! You guys can just shoot yourselves in the face, for all I care! I'm going to ..."<br><br>Outside, the truck sat, stalled. Someone had taken the keys.<br><br>"Hey, who's got my keys?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 13:13:27</strong>
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				"Dr. Hans Richtoffen. Hans vill be fine, zough, considering ze circumstances ve are in." He muttered faintly in incoherent German as he finished bandaging her arm and leaned to examine the bloody jean leg.<br><br>"Zis vill be more difficult. It iz a larger vound, and zere may be fabric threads driven into ze gash instead of just dirt. If you vish to cut off ze leg of your jeans to match your shirt, zat vill help, or ve can find a room vich is not so public."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 18:29:21</strong>
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				Lexi nodded “It’s nice to meet you Hans and thank you, umm I’d like to go somewhere private if that’s ok? I don’t want these to get ripped” She blushed and bit her bottom before standing up and wincing as she tried to keep the weight off her leg while looking into his eyes then glancing around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Venom09</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 22:44:42</strong>
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				Jasmine knew things had to be getting bad. The outside world was way to quiet and nothing really had been heard over the dispatch radio which did start to worry her. For their case had been a transfer nothing more and yet nothing had been thrown over the radio yet?! This was bad... very bad... Right then she came back into focus once more as the radio itself popped on to even the surprise of herself. She listened to the broadcast and the screams over it and it made her shake carefully, but not to noticably. As she sat there her eyes slowly became like saucers though and her mouth gaped, <em>what the fuck...</em> she thought carefully pushing things around in her mind as things clipped off. <br><br>Her body now almost violently shaking, but still looking hard core and professional or as professional as it could in this kind of a situation Jas listened to her superior and then grabbed the dispatch as ordered, "Anyone out there?... What the fuck is going on...? Anyone out there on the field..." Then she heard the hissing of static as she let go of the button before a voice male came over the dispatch.<br><br>"Jas that you?... Man this is bullshit things are going skitzo out this way I..." Then things went quiet for a moment before she heard repeated gun shots and then screams before crunching. When the crunching came over the radio the radio mic flew from Jasmine's hand in disgust and utter shock. How could this all bee happening? How the fuck...? As they had been driving she noticed the mother running with the infant as well and it made her stomach churn, but she kept her cool. Finally though as they stopped and she was asked if she was ok she tried to speak, but nothing absolutely nothing would come out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 00:20:28</strong>
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				Listening quietly to the news feed in the back, Dante just sat there and said <strong>"Um..what the fuck?"</strong> That was the most logical thought that ran through his head. He stayed quiet throughout the entire drive, trying to rationalize the day's events. Sadly? The convict had absolutely nothing. Eventually the car stopped in front of a motel, Dante looked out the back window and could feel a massive lump in his throat. Nudging the seats in front of him with his knees he muttered <strong>"Um...pigs? Uhh...."</strong> Through the back window, he could see a fairly large group of the reanimated dead heading in their direction. These ones were running, at full gallop and Dante quickly tried to wrestle around in the back. He knew there was no getting out of the cuffs but he had to try something, the zombies were coming in fast. <br><br><br><strong>For Everyone In The Motel</strong> <br><br>The exact distance would be hard to tell, but it is definitely close. Two loud shotgun blasts pierce the air, shortly afterwards a man's howl of pain and anguish could be heard. The sky is still for a minute, but the man tears through the woods behind the motel in a sloppy unfocused manner. He has two large gaping bite wounds, one in his right bicep. The other is on his midsection. He runs in the direction of the motel, seeing the lights on. He yells out in a weakened, frightened tone <strong>"Hey...Hey!"</strong> Stupidly attracting more attention by shooting back at one of the zombies sprinting after him. <br><br>The man will eventually reach to within shouting distance of the hotel before dropping due to the blood loss, a group of the dead will converge on the man and promptly tear him into pieces. However his outburst? Unknowing to the people in the motel, it has attracted a lot of unwanted attention. The gun shots? The yelling? All of it created a lot of noise that would start a domino effect. You see where one of the walking dead goes? Others are sure to follow, it is their nature. The lights in the motel would arouse their attention and give them something to focus on, naturally the people inside will not know this.<br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://www.neosaej.com/Image.aspx?t=News16)<br><br>The newsman sets down the files he was holding, rubbing the bridge of his nose slowly as he takes a small breath. <em>"This...epidemic is spreading at a rate the likes of which we never could have forseen, I do believe our city of Detroit? If something drastic doesn't happen, may be lost. I am told this is the story in several of the other major cities. The spread of the dead? The loss of life? It is happening at too frequent a rate for police to combat, the national guard is on several scenes but they're not enough numbers currently to really hope for too much. Perhaps if there had been some forewarning to these events? However it all has seemingly come from nowhere, and frankly? I don't know what to make of all this. The situation has gotten to a point, where I feel that in the next few hours? Martial Law will be ensured. I want to urge everyone at home, to do the best by their families. We have this video we want to show you...it might come of some use."</em><br><br>The camera shifts to a more rural area in Illinois, a large gathering of policemen have a barricade set up and rounds being fired off frequently can be heard in the background. One of them looks to the camera when prompted, and he says <em>"Well shit, I don't know what to make of all this. I mean we've been out here all day! Killing these cockroaches wherever we see them...we've lost some good men. But I have some advice for you people at home. You want to put these fuckers down? You take out the head. Shoot them in the face, drive something through the skull? Blow the sons of bitches up? I don't care what, but that is how you take them out! They have some sort of weird intelligence to them, or their senses are highly developed I don't know what. Gun fire though? Basically most loud noises? It is like a fucking dinner bell to them, I guess in our situation? It is a necessary evil, a few hours ago? We were in Chicago, battling it out with them. But we had no choice but to retreat out here near Joilet. You see how many of them there are out there? These things are spreading like fucking wildfire, and I don't know what to tell everyone. All I can say is, try to find safety in numbers. Fucking avoid hospitals! Do not under any circumstance go to a Hospital! I wish you all the best out there..."</em><br><br>Shortly afterwards the feed was cut, the newsman looks back to the camera and he remarks <em>"I hear that the armed forces are setting up forts in areas that are hit as refugee camps of sort. They're offering protection, food, and shelter to all who come. We've deemed however that the source of the infection? It seems to come from exchange of bodily fluids with the reanimated dead. If they bite you? Or scratch you? Or if their fluids somehow enter your bloodstream? They will pass on the infection, shortly afterwards? Flu-like symptoms seem to develop. We don't know how long a still living person has until dying, but tests are being done on infected individuals and we hope that this can be combated. However, if one of the infected dies? They're shown to reanimate without any of their intelligence left intact. I sincerely hope the information we have presented proves useful to you all who are viewing...I just...I don't know what to do...Can we cut the feed?"</em> By this point, the man looks positively on the verge of tears and can be heard asking about his wife and children before the feed cuts out.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 00:38:54</strong>
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				(Fiddling with the timeline just a little bit, was sleeping.)<br><br>After taking another look at Katsumi, and concluding that she was not breaking out of her fugue anytime soon, Hans decides that she wouldn't object if he were to use her office as an impromptu examining room. To Lexi,<br><br>"This vay, then. The manager's office is right over here."<br><br>Once inside, behind the closed door, he carefully clears a space on the edge of the desk, then motions for Lexi to sit on the edge. "Please remove your jeans now, so that I can examine the vound."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 00:52:35</strong>
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				Lexi followd Hans into the office before blushing as she turned away from him.<br><br>She unbuttoned her jeans then slowly pulled them down wincing slightly in pain as they caught her wound. She then turned and sat on the edge of the desk placing her jeans round the top of her thighs and hips to cover herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 01:22:31</strong>
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				Hans obligingly looked away as she removed her pants, busying himself with the medical kit, then turning back to her when she was settled. He understood her modesty and embarrassment, and a part of him approved. But another part of him, the part that had staffed the LAGH emergency room on the far-too-aptly named 'graveyard shift', had seen girls her age and younger in greater states of undress and far more greviously wounded. He knew the best way to put her at ease regarding her partial near-nudity was to simply ignore it, so he did, carefully setting about cleaning the scraped flesh on her knee and shin.<br><br>With the kit's tweezers, he extracted two tiny strands of jean fabric from the injury, then washed it thoroughly - several times - with another cup of water, catching the mixture of water, blood, and dirt in a clean cup, then throwing it away and applying the gauze wrap. "I am sorry, I vill have to bind this tighter than I did your arm, else it vill come off vhen you put your pants back on." Indeed, he wrapped it as tightly as he could without risking loss of circulation, tying it in place with an extra dose of the antibiotic cream.<br><br>Standing, he turned away from her again, then twitched as a pair of faint roars came from somewhere outside the motel. A shotgun, he was certain of it...but who would it have been?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 01:32:25</strong>
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				Lexi watched him clean her wound and bit her bottom lip trying to ignore the pain as she whimpered softly then nodded “Ok also will I be able to still run?” She asked him while looking into his eyes a little scared as she wiped her eyes tears coming into them thinking of her parents wondering what they were doing.<br><br>She then shook her head and got up pulling her jeans on, before she could button them up her head turned to the back window wondering what was going on as she quickly buttoned her pants moving closer to Han’s in fear. She then looked back at him “Those people... They’re not on drugs are they?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 01:39:23</strong>
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				He looked back at her reassuringly, every inch the professional that he could be even as he knew what was out there, somewhere, and possibly coming closer. "There vas no damage to your muscles or bone, only scrapings on your leg. It may hurt, but you vill be able to run just fine." <br><br>"Vich people do you mean?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 01:44:38</strong>
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				"The ones in the city. With the weird eyes and covered in blood". She looked at him running her finger through her hair then looking at her leg "Thats great" She hugged "Also thank you for taking care of my wounds".
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 04:51:16</strong>
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				<br><br>Jackson was concerned about Jasmine…her mind was having trouble tracking. He knew it, but as soon as Dante got their attention, he knew that they didn’t have the luxury of hugging over the matter. Jackson didn’t say a word. Honestly, he didn’t trust himself to say shit at the moment. He hurried to the passenger side door of the car and opened it. Dante was still handcuffed, but he’d be able to get out “Dante! We are LEAVING!” he said as he drew his pistol. Jasmine, get the door to the Motel, and I swear to Christ if you’re still frozen in there, you’re going to be zombie food.<br><br>Like any good expendable character, Jackson had the gun trained for their retreat, but was shy about firing shots. These fucking things were dead, and anything short of something stopping them cold was useless at their present distance, but the fuckers were closing in fast. His hand sweat and his index finger stroked the trigger, wanting nothing more than to fire into the crowd if only to make him feel better. Somewhere in him the logical cop still took up residence and controlled that particular feeling. The cold bastard that helped him sleep at night hadn’t abandoned him yet…small favors and whatnot.<br><br>His attention was diverted by the shotgun blasts, but he couldn’t tell exactly what direction they’d came in. “Okay…so this is getting worse by the minute” he muttered as he backed towards the door. If Dante was smart, he’d go for the door. His type had strong survival instincts, and as bad as the motel seemed, it was still better than being outside in that particular moment, where the forecast called for scattered zombies, and highs around 58 degrees. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gravik</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 09:46:33</strong>
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				After standing around outside for a while to see if the cops were going to come out of their vehicle, Jake finally decided to head back inside. The cops were probably busy, considering all the events that were taking place, and from the fact that they had a convicted criminal. The orange bodysuit had been impossible to miss. Jake then turned around and pushed the motel door open, and once inside, he saw two newcomers. There was a man, well more like a giant, knelt down tending to a girl's wounds. Even though he was kneeling down, the guy looked massive. Probably a good half a foot taller than Jake was. Jake couldn't exactly pinpoint where he was from, but his accent did sound German. Jake looked the girl over for a moment. She was young as well, probably in her early twenties.<br><br>After looking around the room for a moment, Jake felt a buzz in his pocket. His phone. Maybe it was Matt again. Jake quickly reached into his pocket to pull his phone out only to find that the vibrating had been his phone shutting off from low battery. "Great..." he muttered as he pushed his phone back into his pocket. Thankfully he had his charger up in his room, so he would definitely have to go back up to his room to plug it in.<br><br>Jake looked around the room for another moment, noting that most everyone was inside. Except for Heather. He turned towards the door again then moved towards the door again, seeing that Heather was standing right outside the door. Jake pulled the door open, then reached out to grab Heather's hand. he then paused for a moment, noticing that the cops had gotten out of their car, though they still paid no attention to the two girls and Jake. The other girl, who Jake didn't know her name yet. "Come on...lets go inside.." Jake murmured as he pulled the brunette towards him before leading her back inside. he gave her hand a soft, reassuring squeeze. Hopefully if the police decided to come inside, which it looked like they were about to, they wouldn't shoot first and ask questions later. Once they were standing in the lobby, Jake glanced down at the brunette next to him, her hand still in his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 10:11:53</strong>
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				&nbsp; Hearing the two gunshots, she recognized the sound as from a shotgun. Glancing back to Hans and Lexi, she hoped to high hell that they were done dressing Lexi's wound as the event outside didn't seem that it would wait just for treatment. Then a third shot went off with some yelling. Shaking her head a bit, she glanced to the TV when the news reporter came on. She wondered what would be said this time, if only she knew the lights could be attracting the zombies outside, she would have turned them off from the main box.<br><br>&nbsp; She stood in shock when the scene with the policemen fighting off zombies came on. She felt frantic for a second, if the police, who were trained for difficult situations, were having a hell of a time dealing with this, how could she? What if the others didn't want to hole up with someone so short? What if they decided only to only keep her around for the fact if they had to run from the zombies, they only had to outrun her? Eyes going wide, she crossed her eyes and really hoped she was only being paranoid. Though, in all horror movies, there was the one person that was used as bait or the slow runner.<br><br>&nbsp; Leaning against the counter, she took off her glasses. Groaning as she set her glasses on the counter for a second, Katsumi was just thinking how she'd like to wake up and find this a nightmare. Rubbing her face roughly, she decision that she wouldn't let them change. Slipping on her glasses, she touched the keyring on her belt loop. <strong>"I think I'm going to lock the doors."</strong> She glanced back to Jake, almost as if seeking his approval.<br><br>&nbsp; As she looked to the doors, she noticed the cop get out of the car and yell at someone still in the car. Quirking a brow, she wondered if the appearance of the cop should make her feel safer, but somehow, she didn't think it was helping. She sighed, knowing she couldn't in good conscience leave anyone outside in the threat of a zombie attack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>redryder</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 11:05:59</strong>
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				At the sound of the gunfire, Abbie ceased worrying AT ALL about her keys or Steve's truck or Steve or getting to Birmingham or ANYthing. Something deep inside of her pulsed with a need to get the hell out of town. Some part of her realized THEY WERE COMING.<br><br>She fell back inside the lobby with the girl from behind the desk and some of the others.<br><br>She turned to the girl, eyes frantic. From the TV, she could hear screams of terror, as people in far away cities and her own city ... which might as well be on another planet at this point ... tried to battle back this menace from beyond the grave. She scanned the eyes of the others in the crowd, feeling herself start to hyperventilate.<br><br>And then she fainted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 17:06:48</strong>
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				There was no time for anything. The two shotgun shells went off so quickly after she'd begun talking to Heather, she was unsure if Heather had heard her at all. Things were getting heavy fast. The police car was busy. Then Jennifer realized why: she could see their faces like empty vases. Their shouts and cries were loud and chilling. They seemed to stumble forward, as if they could barely stand up. And there were a lot of them.<br><br>“oh my god...” She'd turned to see that Heather was gone. Jake had come out and talked to them both before dragging the prettier one away. Jennifer stumbled away from the office as if the zombies were in there as well. She was sick to her stomach and felt like vomiting. The dead were moving quickly but they were still some distance away. She could feel a gravity to her right, and she turned toward it, running to her room. The smart move was not totally clear to her. She didn't really make her decision based on logic. She was like a cat across the street from her house. Running in front of the car just so that she could be at home. It was hard to say if anyone had seen her dart to the door. She didn't look back, not for her friends, not for the zombies. She stalled at the lock for a moment before going inside. She had her nerves together enough to work the keys. <br><br>Once inside she put her back to the door, breathing heavy and whimpering quietly. Her lungs spasmed, there seemed to be no easy way to breathe. Her legs folded and she fell forward onto her knees. Still struggling to breathe and swallow, a hot tightness climbed up her chest. She gagged once and tried to swallow. Her hair had dropped around her face like a fly net. “no. I don't wan-” she whispered to herself before gagging again and throwing up. Her apple splashed against the carpet twice and her throat rattled. “oh.. fuck...” she was crying, upset with herself. There wasn't much in her stomach, that was a lucky thing. She would have kept going if there was. <br><br>There was a commotion outside, Jennifer dreaded what it was. She crawled away from the door quickly and balled together in the corner. She peaked over her squeezing arms at the entrances to the room, there were two of them. The window and the door, right next to the other. Her eyes were burning, her breathe was still stuck in the top of her lungs. The noise outside got louder. She closed her eyes, as if it would help to hide her away from intruders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 17:44:53</strong>
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				Heather perked up at the sound of another voice. It was creepily calming. The air did wonders, but this particular voice was comforting, soothing. The words were even that much better. "<strong>I'm doing alright,</strong>" she replied, looking over to find 'Ya'll' managing to get out of the office too, with a very similar idea to the brunette as well. "<strong>Just needed some air. This whole situation has honestly gotten me rattled. Thanks so much for asking, it really does make me feel better. I--</strong>"<br><br>There wasn't really much time to say anything else. Gunfire, screaming, and groaning filled the air that Heather was enjoying only seconds ago. The cops from inside the car finally emerged and the looks on their faces were not as comforting as the other girl's voice. She turned in the direction of the commotion and almost screamed out herself, but Jake came out to get her and pulled her into the office.<br><br>There was so much on her mind right now. This was crazy. This can't be real. She wanted to see what the girl was up to outside. She wanted to see what was happening to that man. She wanted this all to go away and for her to just be driving on her way home for fucking dinner. Another gunshot. Heather freaked.<br><br>Screaming into Jake's chest, Heather's words were muffled. She wasn't really sure what she was saying herself, but it was likely along the lines that this was absolutely fucked and that she didn't want to be a part of this at all. Her panic, her crying was all that was real to her right now. What everyone else was doing meant nothing to her. Whether the door was closed or locked, whether people passed out or even if they bolted away to another room. All she cared about right now was her tears, and her fears, which were both probably clearly on Jake's shirt. He himself didn't really mean much to her, but it was comforting all the same. He was in the same boat, but since he was a man, he was obligated to be strong for the both of them, right? Heather just hugged him tightly, crying and mumbling the occasional nonsense into his chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 23:57:54</strong>
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				"Zose in ze city - zey may have been on drugs vhen zey vere alive. No longer, zough. Now zey are driven not by speed or crystal meth, but ze vill of Satan. And by ze sound of it, zey have arrived outside."<br><br>Closing the first aid kit, Hans opens the door and steps back outside the office to rejoin the others gathered there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 00:08:10</strong>
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				Lexi looked at him curiously before nodding and following him out the office. She looked at the others then looked outside seeing one girl run to her room but she didn't say a word.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Venom09</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 00:15:37</strong>
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				Jasmine sat frozen for a moment her mind trying to retrain itself, but finally at the words of Zombie food she looked around and quickly got out of the car. As she raced for the door she motel gun twirling in her hand for a moment she noticed some trying to get at the door and on some odd instinct she fired at one of them shooting it through the head and weirdly enough into the one behind its head as well making them fall... fully dead it appeared. Shaking for a moment realizing she'd just shot people... even though they were dead she let a small wimper out of her mouth before swinging the door to the motel open and running in.<br><br>As the door slammed behind her she realized she'd needed to leave it open for her superior and the convict. Turning back she slid it open to watch as the zombies got closer, "fuck fuck fuck fuck! HURRY UP!" she screamed her voice frantic, but still slightly remaining calm. She was used to fights, gangs and things to that matter, but the undead... fuck that was just to insane for her mind to fully comprehend even with her being a bitch and a hard core fighter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gravik</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 01:55:12</strong>
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				Jake heard another gunshot go off and this one sounded...closer. He looked down at the brunette again as she leaned herself against him, screaming something against his chest, but he couldn't really tell what. He had a feeling it had something to do with the shot that had just been fired seconds ago. Jake turned a little bit so that he was now facing Heather, his arms moving to wrap around the girl and pull her close and soon he felt her hugging him tightly. Being that he was a good half a foot taller than the brunette, he could let his chest rest on top of her head. He didn't know Heather very well, being that he'd only met her that day but they were both in this situation together and would probably being a lot of each other. It was comforting to just be able to hold the girl in his arms and he could tell it was comforting for her as well. Jake began to look around the room again, seeing that the little blond girl had fainted. That didn't really surprise him that much.<br><br>Jake then looked down at the girl in his arms and was about to lean in and whisper something in her ear to try to comfort her when he heard another gunshot that came from right outside. He jerked his head up a little then watched as the motel door flew open and one of the police officers came inside, the door slamming shut behind her. Jake hadn't seen too many female police officers, especially not ones that looked like the one that had just burst inside the motel. She had a gun in hand, so Jake figured she must have been the one to fire the shot. When the officer opened the door again and started to yell in a frantic tone at the others outside, Jake turned his head to the right to look out one of the windows to see why the officer sounded so frantic. Jake wished he hadn't looked. There they were, figures lurching towards the motel. Zombies. "Fuck..." he murmured. Jake instinctively stepped backwards and away from the window so that he and Heather were out of sight. <br><br>"Everyone get away from the windows and stay out of sight..." Jake said as he looked around the room. He pulled Heather a little closer for a moment before finally letting the girl go. "They're coming..." he murmured as he looked down at Heather. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 02:19:24</strong>
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				Dante noticed the door was opened, and he didn't need a second thought to know that he needed to get the fuck out of the car. Noticing that his hands were still cuffed behind his back, the convict sighed and muttered <strong>Fuck..."</strong> Hurling himself out of the car, he rolled on the ground. Noticing the zombies getting closer by the second he quickly rolled himself into a position where he could get to his feet. Afterwards, Dante took off like a bat out of hell and yelled out <strong>"Fuck this! Uncuff me dammit!"</strong> Despite this, he bolted towards the motel. The lack of being able to utilize his arms, made the young man's run very awkward as he stumbled around quickly and muttered to himself <strong>"Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me!</strong> <br><br>Not bothering to look over his shoulder, he flung himself against the door repeatedly once he reached it he noticed the lady cop had managed to reach it before them. Yelling in her direction, <strong>"Hey Lady! Keep it open!"</strong> A second later he dived through the door and landed face flat. Looking up over his shoulder, he tried to struggle against the cuffs and said <strong>"You've got the keys for these? Get me the hell out of these, you see all those...scumfucks out there! What the fuck is going on?!? Fuck!"</strong> He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this panicked. Locked in a cage, and having to fight everyday for his life? That wasn't a problem. Whatever the fuck these things were, and the notion that they existed only to tear people apart? As far as Dante could tell, that was grounds for fucking hysteria. However he tried to hold onto logic, first thing first was to get out of these cuffs and to turn this place to a fucking fortress.<br><br>Looking over in Jake's direction, he narrowed his eyes a little and said <strong>"You! Meathead! How many ways into this shithole are there? Since I doubt these things could go through walls, windows and doors that could lead into this room? They need to be fucking barricaded!"</strong> He had no idea who worked here, who was staying here or what. Right now? The most sound thing to do would be to keep those things out and work out a plan from there, it never struck Dante weird that he was wearing the orange prison issued jumpsuit. That? Was just an oversight on his part.<br><br><br>Meanwhile outside, the dead were pouring in from several different directions closing in on the motel. The noise, and the lights? It was like an invite to them and in their horribly damaged brains? All that mattered was consuming every living thing inside the building.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 04:24:03</strong>
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				&nbsp; She noticed Jennifer run off away from the office, this knowledge made Katsumi panic and angry. Jennifer was the only person who Katsumi knew, even if only a little. Sighing, she felt kind of alone now, seeing as Jake and Heather chose eachother for comfort, Hans and Lexi were talking, and the young blonde girl fainted. She moved back around the counter to duck down and unhook the shotgun from underneath the counter.<br><br>&nbsp; She heard the door pull open and the female voice yell out. She jumped a bit in show and fear and hit her head on the underside of the counter. <strong>"Owchie... Fuck."</strong> As the word slipped from her lips, she covered her mouth. Blushing, she was a little unsure why she was felling embarrassed about cussing. Shifting after she unhooked the holds on the shotgun, she rest it on the floor and grabbed a box of shells. Only enough rounds for four shots.<br><br>&nbsp; Katsumi shifted and stood up, setting the shotgun and little box on the little desk-ledge of the counter. Reaching over, she grabbed her small backpack and quickly packed her two notebooks and pens in it. She then loaded the shotgun, almost dropping it when she jumped as the convict landed inside the door and started yelling. Eyes wide, she loaded the shotgun and put the box with the rest of the shells in her bag.<br><br>&nbsp; When the convict called out about barricading the doors, she blinked. <strong>"There are two main doors. The main one you came in, and the side door. Then there is one to the back office from the main lobby and one from outside into there, but its already locked and has a cross bar. There is one window in the back room, and you see all the windows in this room."</strong> She looked to the female cop, feeling pretty confident with someone of authority, even if that person was panicking a bit.<br><br>&nbsp; Katsumi was barely shaking, but she was also pressed against the counter as for stability. Sighing, she wanted to run after Jennifer, but logic told her she might not be able to get there in time. Glancing back at the back office, she bit her lip, kind of wanting to lock herself in there. A whimper escaped her as she looked to the blonde passed out on the floor. With the shotgun in one hand, she moved to Abbie and hooked her free arm around under arms, prepared to drag her behind the counter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 17:11:36</strong>
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				Nothing had so much as touched her door. Another gunshot went off. Zombies were howling and people were screaming at each other, but no one had come to her yet. As far as she could tell, she was alone and no one had seen her come this way. Her thoughts were rational. 'Zombies are dead. They probably can only use the parts of their bodies that they still have...' the thought made her stomach lurch again. She buried her face into her chest and held back a dry heave. 'I need a weapon. Of course, if zombies find me alone in this room, I probably won't put up much of a fight...' Her body seemed to do things for her before she had a chance to decide. She crawled around her room, searching desperately for anything with a sharp edge, or anything that was heavy and easy to swing. She left her shovel and rake at the farm. that would have been useful. Then a light went on over her head, metaphorically. <br><br>She stood up and went to the closet as quietly as she could. She reached into it and fumbled around. Clothing fell on the floor as well as coat hangers and various belongings. In a couple moments she lifted out the wooden stick that held the clothes hangers up. It was about four feet long, about three lbs. It felt sturdy. She was pleased with herself. Then she felt the wind, a shiver climbed up her back. She'd left the window open, and the blinds were open as well. At first it frightened her, but then she realized that the darkness was keeping her hidden. At least, hidden enough.<br><br>Still panicking, she backed up carefully into the far corner of the room. She tensed up and shoved herself inside of a shadow, Jennifer could see out of the window. but, it was doubtful that anyone could see her, standing still, and hidden from light.<br><br>Tears formed in her eyes, but she was too petrified to cry. They fell softly down her cheeks like a pleasant rain against a parked car's windshield. She could see them. They came in droves, they ran toward the motel lobby from all directions. Eventually, Jennifer's eyes got dry and red, though she still felt like weeping.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 01:19:39</strong>
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				After Jackson was sure that Dante was in the clear, he backed up quickly. His eyes darted to the car one more time before he turned and ran the rest of the way. He could be a brave motherfucker if he needed to be, but right now he was on autopilot, and had a strong suspicion that he needed to pee. Really bad. Oddly, he wondered why shots had come from behind him earlier, and saw the two downed zombies. Apparently, his newfound partner wasn’t going to go down easy. <br><br>They were close enough to hear the moans of their hunger. His pine tingled in the few seconds it took to clear the space between himself and the motel door. Though he did have time, he moved like he was fresh out, and his heart was doing jumping jacks in his chest. When he finally made it in, he held the door shut. And turned the latch to lock it. He was going into different directions at once,&nbsp; checking on Dante, getting a count of who was there, trying to find out who was most useful at a glance. His gun was out, but not aimed at anyone in particular. “Gotta think…” he muttered.<br><br>He shook his head hard, as if to clear it, and then spoke for the benefit of everyone in the room “My name is Andrew Jackson. I work Vice for Detroit Metro…I’m going to say this quickly…I don’t know anymore about this than any of you, but I sincerely believe that being in a room with a huge amount of glass could be bad for us…” He looked around again, and saw a small Asian girl with a shotgun. God bless her. He already knew if she tried to fire that in anger, she’d either be knocked on her ass, or not in the mood to be patted on her shoulder for a day or so. <br><br>All the same, she was the girl behind the register, and he didn’t get to where he was, stepping on people’s turf without cause…or a warrant. “Pardon me, miss. Is there any ways in here, outside of that door…also, is there a way for us to get to higher ground? Maybe a set of inner stairs, or something? This glass…it makes me nervous” He looked around at the others, hoping like hell he could get them to understand where he was coming from. If it was a corporate building, he could understand…they make those things pretty durable, especially in a post-9/11 world, but this?<br><br>In the meanwhile, as he waited to see if anyone would agree to the direction he was taking, he walked to Dante while he was on the ground. He made sure to safe the gun and put it back in his holster before he knelt down. “Dante…” he said gently, not needing to call attention to what he said to the man. “It looks like that transfer won’t be going as scheduled. I don’t know you, but I know your sheet. I know your feel, and I believe I can get you out of those cuffs and not have to look over my shoulder…”<br><br>He continued “ I could be wrong, but that’ll be my fuck-up. We’d settle that when the time came. You can take your chances out there, or you can stay with us. If you go it alone, my responsibility for you is finished, if you stay here, I have to at least try and make sure you make it. That’s my cross to bear, and you don’t owe me shit for it. You gotta decide now, though. This is looking too damn bad to have to worry about anyone in here…not when we have plenty of problems out there.” He nudged his head to the outside and asked “Do you understand what I’m saying?”. He made sure to give them man ample time…at least as much as their friends would give them. While he did, he listened to what the others had to say.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 02:16:28</strong>
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				Fuck.<br><br>Heather couldn't do anything but hold on to Jake with her life and cry like it was being taken away. Seeing them on the television was one thing, but having them so close to knocking on the door was another. Do they still have the mind to actually knock? Would make this whole thing that much easier to handle if they bothered to. What a stupid thing to think.<br><br>There was so much commotion around her. So many words that were being flung around that she couldn't register. With her head practically stuck on Jake's chest, she could only tell that the cops had made it into the lobby by the loudest of all the sounds they made; namely the gunfire and slamming of doors. Heather only moved when Jake did, staying as close to him as she could until he pushed her away from him slightly, but only to look her in the eyes.<br><br>Heather was, to say the least, a mess. She didn't need to wear a lot of make-up, thank God, but the foundation and eye liner that she did have on smudged slightly thanks to her burying her head into Jake's chest and her tears. There wasn't much evidence on his shirt - that apology would definitely be an awkward one. With him no longer holding her, she crossed her arms under her chest, rubbing her forearms with hands as if she was really cold. <br><br>So far, the brunette has been very vocal about how she felt about this situation. It mostly involved cursing and ranting, but now, she was having trouble figuring things out. She practically just saw a man get clawed and bitten to death outside of the motel. There's a convict in the lobby cursing (but not as much as she has in the last hour) and a cop considering letting him go. Those zombies got bored of their food and were probably going to make their way over here. Nothing is good about this situation at all. <br><br>All of this cynical, pessimistic thinking left Heather frozen in place. She didn't bother turning around to look at the mess behind her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 06:49:44</strong>
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				Lexi stared out the window at the zombies. She had given up trying to be rational as she muttered “Zombies... There’s fucking zombies...” She ran her fingers through her hair staring out at them, some had limbs missing, and some had huge bite marks out from their neck while others were fully intact. She looked at the rest of the people in the motel, her eyes lingering on the male cop and the guy in handcuffs and she sighed saying a little louder this time but still talking to herself “It’s a mash up of all zombie movies.”<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>She moved her hand to her arm rubbing the bandages then looked down at her leg trying to judge how long she would be able to run with it before stopping because of the pain or the bleeding. She bit her bottom lip then looked at the floor noticing she was a little close to the window she simply just stared out at the zombies and that’s when the biological side of her mind kicked in and she began to giggle without thinking “I’d love to get a sample of their blood and skin to study would be an amazing thing to study and see how their cells work and what makes them come back.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 07:18:30</strong>
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				&nbsp; Katsumi had just got Abbie dragged a couple inches when the male cop burst in and looked around as though studying the room. She bit her lips and just lowered to her knees and held the young blonde against her lap. When the cop addressed her, Katsumi froze. She had never been in the position of knowledge, at least not for others's advantage. She took a moment to think, ways to higher ground? She brushed back some bangs from her face and thought through all the movies she'd seen that concerned zombies.<br><br>&nbsp; Looking over to the cop again, she nodded. Fingers lightly playing along the body of the gun, nervous of actually having to use it. Her nerves got to her enough that her accent was kind of thick. <strong>"Out the door in the back office is a ladder up to the roof... There are also two ceiling doors from rooms towards the two ends of the building..."</strong> Pausing for a moment, she slipped out from under Abbie, stood up and moved closer to Andrew. <strong>"I only worry that being on the roof traps us.. I mean, that could leave us stuck with nothing..."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; She glanced to Heather, then looked down, feeling bad that the woman was panicking badly. She was hiding her own panic, wanting to be able to help those here as much as possible, and freaking out wouldn't help. Taking a deep breath, she looked to Andrew and the convict. <strong>"There is a burger joint not that far from here... If we can get there, we would have a supply of food, for at least a little while... That would also be helpful in getting us in a better spot to find help or to be found..."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; Glancing at Lexi, she couldn't help but give a little smile at the almost twisted comment that she made about studying zombie samples. She scratched the back of her head for a second as she thought. She had a feeling she was falling into stereotypical Asian, by trying to be smart about the situation, but sometimes stereotypes be damned, being the Asian was helpful. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened a bit, corners twisted in a hopeful smile. Looking between the two cops, she really hoped she wouldn't be let down. <strong>"Can you call for backup? Or call in our location for pickup or something?"</strong><br><br>&nbsp; Nibbling her lip, she stuck her free hand, the one not holding the shotgun, in her pocket to keep the nervous gestures minimal. She didn't want to be seen as scared or helpless just because she was small or whatever. She felt bad about it, but she was trying to rate their survival chances, which included who might last longest. Right now she rated the young blonde, Lexi (because she was hurt), and Jennifer at the bottom, and Andrew, the female cop, and the convict at the top. She hoped that they could help Jennifer, she liked being sort-of-friends with the girl and felt she might cry if something happened to her. She spoke quietly. <strong>"Jennifer ran to her room.. I don't want her stuck there..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Venom09</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 22:53:57</strong>
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				Her mind focused on everything going on around her letting things fall into place and her senses as well as job take affect. She needed to be calm, straight forward and more in control then most of these people mainly because right now she was one of the only high authority figures. Looking over at her superior who was busied figuring on what to do with their transfer Jasmine knew right then by the look in his eyes she would have to take command some here for if she didn't things may get even uglier then they already were.<br><br><br>Looking to the lady who asked if they could get ahold of anyone that could help Jasmine carefully spoke, "Ma'm it may be hard to do such a thing with the zombies here, but I may be able to using a radio if you so have one here or over the phone if not... Earlier dispatch didn't come back so... fortunate as you may be able to tell, but i may be able to find someone who could help..." As she said this she stood careful and with total control. She couldn't let this incident get the better of her or the zombies themselves would be over flowing in this place in no time and there wouldn't be one survivor here to be found.<br><br><br>"Now... though at this very moment we need to find ways to board up these doors and windows in ways that no undead may enter. Mostly the windows are the things to get at for if they truly want to get through them with nothing hiding them from the glass they will be in within seconds. As for being up on the roof that could possibly actually be good to put a few of us up there to watch for anyone whom could use our service as well as if we have any weapons here use sparingly... until we can get more... shoot them in the head... old movies tell me this as well as just my experience outside says this as well. We need to stay as focused as possible understand? If we don't we will all become what some outside have and thats Zombie food..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gravik</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 00:02:50</strong>
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				Jake looked down at the girl in front of him. He wanted to pull her back to him and tell her that everything would be alright...but he knew it wouldn't and she probably did as well. He could tell that the girl was a mess. Her eyes were teared up from crying and what make up she was wearing had started to smudge. Regardless, the girl was still drop dead gorgeous. Jake had to admit that he was a little frightened himself. It had been one thing to see the zombies on the news, but to know that they were now only a parking lot distance away was completely different. How could someone no be at least a little frightened? From looking around at the people in the motel, it seemed most of them were. Hell, the little blond girl had passed out, most likely from fright.<br><br>Jake glanced down at Heather again for a moment before letting his eyes scan the room. They needed to barricade all the entrances, especially the glass windows. Otherwise they might as well be a display case for the zombies next meal. Hopefully they didn't have the brains to pick something up and chuck it through one of the windows.And the lights needed to be shut off, immediately. He continued to look around the room, trying to find the lights switch. Surely there had to be more than one switch. Jake spotted one by the door then quickly moved past the brunette and over to flick the lights off, the room immediately dimming in brightness. Now, what the board up the windows with? And even after they were boarded up, Jake wasn't about to sit there and try to wait it out while a ton of zombies surrounded the building. As he looked around the room again, he saw the Asian woman now had a shotgun. It looked it could either send her flying backwards or leave her shoulder in a great deal of pain if she tried to fire it.<br><br>He then moved back over to where the brunette was so that he was out of sight of the window. ANother thought crossed his mind. He still had his keys, so he could bolt out to his truck and try to get out of there. But that most likely wouldn't end the way he wanted it to, and plus, the people here needed help so he wasn't about to abandon them all. Seeing that Heather hadn't turned around, Jake stepped towards her then leaned in, "We'll get out of here..don't worry," he whispered. Jake was surprised how calm he was able to stay. A lot of the others had been freaking out. The convict, whom the black officer was talking about letting go, which did make sense.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 07:47:11</strong>
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				Dante looked upwards at Jackson and said, <strong>"Fine...whatever. I'm not going to kill anyone here. So get me the hell out of these cuffs..."</strong> Looking around the room some, Dante's brain was racing on possibilities concerning their situation. Above all else, he knew that this motel? Wasn't the kind of place to make a stand for long. Closing his eyes for a minute, he looked back in the direction of the Asian girl and listened to her as she spoke. After waiting for her to finish, he shrugged and said <strong>"First off? I'm not a cop, and even I know there won't be any backup or rescue. I don't know if you have been downtown...but it is World War III down there. There aren't enough cops to deal with this thing, and as for a burger joint? Do you really have a plan on getting through those damned biters out there?"</strong><br><br>He could be cross, Dante was aware of this but he never said anything out of maliciousness. Somebody had to be the brutally honest type, and that was him in a nutshell. It took a moment for the realization that he was breathing much more quickly than usual to kick in, Dante would never admit it. Currently though, he was terrified. He didn't truly know what he was dealing with, and this was a new experience for the convict. Still he had to put on a strong front, panicking and losing self control? That wouldn't help anyone survive through the night. <br><br>Outside, the zombies and their moans and guttural growls could be heard filling the air. The dead, had reached the building and their numbers rose steadily. They would throw themselves against doors, windows. It didn't matter, the only thing on their minds was feeding. Where only a few minutes prior there had been a little over a dozen of the dead coming from the woods, now the number was more substantial. Twisted, and mauled bodies lurched towards the building while the more aggressive and fresher ones were assaulting the building without tire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>redryder</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 09:56:31</strong>
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				<em>Wake up, Abbie.</em><br><br>She was in a meadow. There was a happy little deer. There was a friendly puppy. There was ... her grandmother?<br><br><em>Get the hell up, girl. Those are gunshots.</em><br><br>Her grandmother had died when she was 10. She had seen her only a few times as a small girl, considering how her father and his parents had quarreled. She was standing at the other side of the meadow, smiling mysteriously. Around her, a cold wind blew, black clouds gathering in the sky. She opened her mouth to speak, but only dull rasps came out, a trickle of water turning to a gush.<br><br><em>Hammers and ... and the moans of the dead.</em><br><br>"Abbie."<br><br>"Grandma?" She was afraid. She was deeply afraid.<br><br>"Wake up. You're dead meat on the ground like that."<br><br>"I ... what about ..."<br><br>"They're dead. Your family now is in this room with you, and you must do what you can to help them. You MUST."<br><br>"But I don't ..."<br><br>"You'll see. You'll see how strong you can be."<br><br>The clouds above grandma splintered into jagged lightning. All around, the sound of unearthly wailing, moaning. Hands reached up from the ground, covered in mud, dragging her grandmother deep into the Earth. Abbie screamed.<br><br><em>WAKE UP!</em><br><br>Her eyes flew open, her mouth gasping for breath.<br><br>She was in the lobby still. How long had she been out? All around, the sounds of unearthly wails.<br><br>She propped herself up, slowly, moaning. No one seemed to have noticed her fit. She winced at how her ribs hurt from falling.<br><br>Carefully, painfully, she worked her way toward the one who seemed to be in charge. "How can I help?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 03:39:25</strong>
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				&nbsp; Katsumi blinked when both the female cop and the convict shot down her ideas. Huffing, she stepped back from them a bit. Letting her head drop a little as she listened to them both. The female cop had offered to try, if a phone or radio was available, but pointed out that it might not work. The convict just pretty much bowled over her idea with anger. Her eyes watered a little, not from what they had to say, but from the fact that they shot down her little bit of hope. Her heart felt like it was slowing as she felt a little helpless.<br><br>&nbsp; Looking up, green eyes seemed a little bright with the dim lights, but that was probably caused by the glasses. She glared at the door, at the zombies. <strong>"Well, fuck me for trying to come up with ideas!.. I know that maybe their not likely, but at least I'm not freaking out and in tears.."</strong> She hadn't meant make a comment against Heather, but it slipped out. She was scared, but she wasn't going to let it take control of her. She took a deep breath, then let it out with a small noise of shock, cheeks going bright red, a slender hand covering her pink lips. She had never cussed in front of people before, and well, rarely did even when alone.<br><br>&nbsp; Stepping back a bit when the zombie numbers seemed to grow greatly. She moved back so that her back was against the counter. <strong>"Whatever we do, it better be done quick... If not, we'll be surrounded."</strong> Her voice was a little more quiet now. Katsumi looked to the convict then the cops. <strong>"Then what do you think would be a good idea, if making it to the burger joint is unlikely?"</strong><br><br>&nbsp; She glanced at Abbie, happy that she was finally up. <strong>"Good, I though you might have hit your head when you fell... Glad you didn't.</strong> She tried to smile, but it was shaky. She hadn't had a clue of what she would do if the girl had been unconscious, since she couldn't carry her, and the others didn't seem to acknowledge that the girl had been laying on the floor, or at least didn't make it obvious if they did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 03:50:59</strong>
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				As he waited for Dante’s answer, Jackson was able to hear Jasmine at work. He had to smile, but made sure to keep it internal. He wasn’t going to take away from whatever positioning she could perform from her end, and it was hard to remember that she was a uniform just yesterday. She remembered how to assert herself in front of a crowd, and get in front of the situation. The people apparently needed someone to corral around, and there were far too many voices and opinions.<br><br>Fuck it, democracy way trying to break through the motel glass for a nice serving of fresh meat.<br><br>“Jasmine…I don’t know if holding up here is the best thing for us. And I don’t see anything here that can buy us time to stick around. We need to go.” He was a lot more calmer than he started, though he was far from alright. The shit had boiled down enough to see the math, though, and staying where they were was a losing proposition. What were they going to board the windows with? That horrible painting made to make the place seem more homey? Yeah right. Muscles had gone and shut off the lights, and he couldn’t tell whether he should thank him, or trip him in the dimmed light to prove a point.<br><br>When Dante finally made his decision, Jackson took the key and untied him. He was more than capable of untying him and removing his cuffs in the dim light. Once he was free, he gave the guy a pat on the shoulder and stood up. Time would tell where things went from there. When he heard Dante voice his concern, he couldn’t help but agree. He looked to the Asian girl as best as he could, a bit consoling “I don’t like the idea of the roof either, but you need to know…you need to all know that there’s just us. All of us. No backup, and no help. We need to figure it out…” He heard the bodies gathering even deeper outside and the simple sound of them made his skin crawl “…and we need to figure it out a way to get from that damn glass.”<br><br>It was obvious that he was trying to remain calm as to not make the others panic, but the sounds they were making…the movies only got it half right. Mindless, yet hopeless…hunger and despair all rolled into one. The only thing that broke him out of it was the sudden rise of someone he’d missed earlier. His arms had jerked in an upward motion to draw his gun before his mind registered that she was a friendly, which showed just how out of it he was. <em>’Keep it together, Jacks…Just keep it together, ya bastid’</em> he thought as he&nbsp; tried to figure out their egress. “If anyone has a source of light stronger than their cell phone, make sure it’s handy for a bit” He took out his own small mag-light and drew his pistol.<br><br>“Guess who picked the short straw…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 08:43:23</strong>
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				Lexi looked at them all she had decided to stay quiet for the most part since she had been closer to the window, but when one zombie threw itself at the window she let out a small squeak and stepped back before tripping over something and hitting the floor hard a small moan of pain escaping her lips as she hit her arm on the floor.<br><br>She sat up and looked at them all before slowly getting up her injured leg slightly shakey as she said “Well why don’t we just go up to the second floor of this place or something then decide what to do from there?”&nbsp; She stood up and moved her hair out her eyes, looking at them all but her eyes rested on the two cops before she looked away back at the window a shiver running up her spine as she saw the lifeless eyes of the zombies.<br><br>For the most part she had been managing to keep it together but when she saw the eyes of a zombie who looked about her age she felt tears come to her eyes and she turned away not being able to look at them any longer. She wiped her eyes “I know this is going to sound cliché probably from, to many zombie films but maybe we should find a place to barricade ourselves in where there’s only one entrance for..” She paused not wanting to say zombie then sighed “...them and an escape for us like a window with a fire escape so we can climb out?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>redryder</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 09:09:43</strong>
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				Abbie's eyes swung wildly from the monsters pounding on the windows outside to the stairwell to Lexi, who had just made her proposal. "Do we know those things can't climb stairs?" she asked, receiving only a shrug in return. It certainly didn't seem as though anyone knew anything at this point, but Lexi's idea struck her as at least moving forward somewhat.<br><br>"We COULD get pinned up there, though. That would be a problem. Anybody know a way around that?"<br><br>Before anyone could answer, a dessicated corpse threw itself against the window. Her face went pale. It was Steve. She screamed.<br><br>"I ... I think that's my boyfriend!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 15:44:01</strong>
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				Hans had no words for the situation - because really, what words would suffice? They were a bastion of light - well, most of them at least, he had his doubts about the convict; perhaps the only survivors for who knew how many miles, if any others lived at all. And the endless legions of Hell were quite literally knocking on their door, with but two guns between their group for a defense. Unlike most of those gathered here, Hans had never been a fan of horror movies, not enough to watch more than one or two zombie flicks on late-night television. He knew nothing of handling a gun, and little of defensive tactics, and was happy to let those more experienced take the lead. Instead, he lowered his head and began to quietly pray in German.<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>"Vater Unser im Himmel,<br>Geheiligt verde Dein Name,<br>Dein Reich komme.<br>Dein Ville geschehe,<br>Vie im Himmel, so auf Erden..."</em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 22:21:54</strong>
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				Dante paced around a little after he was uncuffed, rubbing his hands over his wrists for a moment as he looked out towards the window. Thinking about the area, an idea dawned on Dante. It wasn't fully developed, but it was a place. One that could prove the difference between life and death, blurting out loudly he said <strong>"Bus! There is a bus yard like two blocks from here, I remember noticing on the way here...We can't stay here but that? Would be the best bet for getting to somewhere."</strong> Looking outwards at the door, as the walkers banged on it repeatedly. Dante bit his lip a little and said <strong>"The main issue is getting through those...I don't know how many there are."</strong> It seemed like every time he looked outside? There were more of them there, just waiting for one of the meals inside to make a slip up. Walking around the lounge, he decided he would feel better with some kind of weapon. Eventually he walked past everyone and made his way into a back room, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his fist he smashed the glass to the Fire Axe and grabbed hold of it.<br><br>Walking back out into the room, Dante slung the axe over his shoulder although it offered very little comfort. This did him next to no good against the horde outside, looking back at everyone he said <strong>"I know you're all thinking it. I'm a convict, yeah. Shit happens, oh well. You don't have to worry about me doing anything to any of you all unless you present a danger to my person. It is us, vs them. We need to try to keep some level of fucking composure and figure out what we're going to do. Can someone please turn on the news so we can figure out what is going on currently?"</strong> This was also said in part to drown out the noise of the moans and wailing outside, it was starting to grate Dante's nerves and it was very unsettling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 15:48:48</strong>
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				Her breathe was shallow. Her nerves were stoned. She held herself up with the closet rod and the corner in the room. Her eyes were staring far away. She was too frozen to blink. She may have blacked out, time became hard to feel. She was aware enough to see what her eyes were giving her. Nothing was moving. There were moans and cursing from far away, but there was nothing to see outside of the window except for trees blowing in the wind. The shock of stillness pushed Jennifer back into her body and she nearly fell over. <br><br>Catching herself silently, she gathered herself and took another glance around her. It was true nothing was moving. Nothing had seen her. She felt safe, but that feeling departed quickly. It was like she'd gone from a deep sleep into a vivid dream. Something urged her closer to the open window. Her soft feet carried her around the room. As the parking lot and lobby came into view, the walking dead begin to emerge. Rather than stopping and cowering, she crouched and continued moving. As the lobby fully appeared, her heart rose up to her throat and she took a sudden deep breathe inward. <br><br>She knew something simple, if there wasn't a light on, they wouldn't see her. It helped her storm her courage as she revealed herself. she could see that the lights were off, and a huge group of monsters surrounded the complex. It looked like there were about two hundred of them. There were about fifteen or twenty trickling in toward the lobby, but their interest in the motel was fading. Jennifer felt that she'd made an incredible decision. A rush of pride flowed through her. There were a lot of dead people around her, all of the people in the lobby and the cops, it didn't matter to her. She was just happy to be alive.<br><br>A sudden dark shape passed by her directly in front of the window. She nearly screamed but pinned her tongue. Tumbling backwards and nearly falling, the shadow became more clear to her. It was a middle aged man missing his left arm as well as half of his chest. his head was turned toward the lobby, and he walked by the window harmlessly.<br><br>Jennifer crumbled to the floor and put herself near the window. She wished there was something she could do. But, it felt far too dangerous to leave her motel room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 21:31:09</strong>
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				&nbsp; Katsumi watched the convict pacing. Oddly she felt safe with him there, but she wasn't sure why. Nibbling her bottom lip, she looked around. Brushing back a chocolate lock, she waited to see what others would do. She jumped a little when Dante blurted out his idea. A small smile twisted her lips. She had forgotten about the bus yard. <strong>"The bus yard should be a good place to hold up for a little, and I am sure that would open more possibilities."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; She was glad that someone else had a better idea than getting to the roof, which had been suggested a couple times now. She blinked when he went to the back room, and twitched a little when she heard the glass shatter. When he came back out with the ax, she tilted her head a bit. She had the sudden thought that if he was willing for close range combat with the zombies, then she could too, since her specialty was hand to hand, not guns. She smiled and moved over to stand close to him.<br><br>&nbsp; <strong>"Its polite to offer your name before asking others theirs, so... I am Katsumi.."</strong> She gave a cute look, one that was habit when introducing herself. <strong>"I don't want to call you Mr. Convict... so what may I call you?"</strong> She glanced to the door and shivered a little at the sight of the zombies. She then hoped that Jennifer was ok. <strong>"I am sure we can come up with something for getting out of here, but I don't want to leave Jennifer here alone..."</strong> She bit her bottom lip, chewing it in concern.<br><br>&nbsp; She was shaking, but not a lot. She refused to show fear in this rough situation. She refused to be seen as weak or incapable because of her size. She glanced at Dante, realizing he was just over a foot taller than her. Huh, standing next to someone that much taller made her feel even shorter than she was. Looking down at her feet, she tried to come up with good results of being so small. She paled a little when she could only come up with bad results.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 02:42:56</strong>
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				Heather was a statue at this point. Her eyes were closed, trying oh so desperately to figure out just how she was going to survive this. Nothing was coming to mind. Nothing that involved only her, anyway. She knew very well that she couldn't simply just lay her trust in these people to look after her. It didn't make sense. What she did know is that everyone had to work together. What she didn't know was how.<br><br>This left her just as she was for the last few minutes; stone stiff. Nothing around her really mattered. There was no getting her to contribute to this situation. Not yet. It still made no sense. It was still so very unreal to her. She could see zombies shambling along outside, but it made no difference. It was unreal.<br><br>Having Jake come up behind her, whispering into her ear that things would be okay was probably the most calming, settling thing that has happened so far today. He was a bit of a brute by the looks of things, but but he had an eye for damsels in distress and knowing exactly what to say. Smart guy. She finally turned around, absorbing the bit of a mess behind her with the number of people trying to sort things out. In the end, she could do nothing but hug Jake again. She couldn't be strong for everybody, so why not hug the strong guy?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 07:29:48</strong>
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				Dante looked at Katsumi for a second silently, he felt glad of his complexion at the moment. Otherwise, she would see him blushing. It'd been awhile since he had been this close to a woman and he merely answered <strong>"...Dante."</strong> Before making his way over towards the television set. Slinging the axe over his shoulder, the convict turned it on and looked out of the window for a moment at the zombies who continued to throw themselves against it and the door. You had to love shatterproof glass, it meant that they'd have a little time. He couldn't see these walkers smashing the glass, but eventually knocking it right out of the hinges? That seemed more likely. Looking back towards Katsumi for a second, Dante said <strong>"How many people are there here anyway? Or is everyone in the motel in this room right now?"</strong> However his attention turned quickly to the news report that had come in.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://www.neosaej.com/Image.aspx?t=News16)<br><br>The news caster's shirt was opened some, and he wasn't wearing his tie anymore. The man looked weary and as if he was in need of sleep. <em>"Honestly? I don't know how much longer we'll be able to provide feed for before switching over to the emergency broadcast stations...We've been in here for hours, and the city? it looks like a bomb hit it. I...I wish I could be completely professional, but...I tried calling home to my family? My wife, Elaine...and my two daughters. Nikki and Janet...but I haven't gotten an answer. I hope with all my heart that they were able to get to a military base. I hope that they are safe. I am getting reports, that our worst fears have been confirmed. This epidemic? It seems to have reached both the east coast and the west coast. I don't know how it has spread so quickly, and I do know California and New York haven't been hit hard yet. But I fear this will soon change, I mean how do you pinpoint any and all carriers of this? All it takes is for one of them to get to a crowded area...and we have a repeat of the day's events. I am afraid to say, that we have no choice but to continue to try and provide the news for any and all who may be viewing or listening. This place? It has become a mini fortress of sorts, and I am afraid that we are trapped. The security personell along with several employees have barricaded us in and they're attempting their best to make sure we survive this but there is no telling how long this siege will last. The dead? They don't tire, and moral is not an issue with them. It has been harder to stay in contact with our associates across the country, but our best advice to you all? Try to either get to a military installation or to get as far away from large masses of people as possible. I wish we could offer you more, but this? There is no precedent. I truly wish you all the best, and I hope that we can make it through this...</em><br><br><br>Looking at the screen silently, Dante took in a small breath as he tried to rack his brain with ideas of how to escape from this prison. Another problem popped up inside of his mind, where would they go? Hell, where could they go? It was like the man had said, there wasn't a precedent for this. Dante considered an island for a minute, maybe an offshore oil rig? Hell what about the woods even?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>redryder</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 08:10:05</strong>
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				Abbie had been standing back, listening to all of the raised voices and raised tempers. She figured it was better to just hang back and go along for the ride. Outside, Steve kept gnashing his teeth, and she was fairly certain he had no idea who she was. Or did he? He seemed to have a flicker of recognition in his eyes, but that could just be her, reading too much into things.<br><br>She sidled up to the big convict, who seemed to be taking charge as no one else wanted to. She stood close to him, leaning up toward him.<br><br>"Mr. Dante? I ... I think we need to get out of here. My parents have a cabin in the Upper Peninsula. I know where the key is in our house in Roseville. If we could get there ... I think it might be remote enough to... get away from the monsters?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 14:41:52</strong>
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				Lexi was silent again as she stared at the zombies outside. She let out a small sigh before turning and looking at the TV while standing beside Dante she then shook her head and walked to the furthest side of the room possible to be apart from them all. Her phone then began to vibrate in her pocket and she dropped her bag quickly answering it “Hello? Mom? Dad?!” She could hear her dad in the background shouting and with gunshots as her mom was crying “Alexis? Lexi!..We know you don’t hear this often but we love you ok. We’re heading out of...” The phone line grew silent for a second before she heard her mom scream loudly followed by her dad.<br><br>Lexi dropped the phone and stood there pale. Her eyes began to fill with tears, right there and then in that moment she felt like a child, who needed her parents or somebody to hold her and to tell her everything was ok even when it wasn’t. Her eyes then closed as a tear slipped out and fell down her cheek while she whispered “Mom...Dad”. She then opened her eyes again looking at the group she was with and she didn’t know what to do anymore.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 23:58:20</strong>
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				Jackson reviewed the situation for what it was…a big fucking mess. One that he didn’t have a big enough broom for. He realized that while everyone was thinking somewhat coherently (a goddamn Christmas Miracle) they only really had a few options. The burger place was out of the question. Food needed power, and he wasn’t sure how long the power would hold out, and didn’t know if they would just follow the smell of food or what. They knew nothing about how these things operated, or even why they were at their window trying to get in. Not really.<br><br>“People…” He spoke loud enough to listen. He was the law, and though that did not make him the de facto leader, it did make him one of the few authority figures left. He’d do what he can to maintain a little order. “We don’t know anything about these things, other than they go down with a shot to the head, and if you get bit, you’re fucked. We know we need to get out of here, and that bus depot is probably our best hope. Now…we have a little time left. I was going to check out the back to see if we could use that, but we need a very good question answered…how many of us are there? “<br><br>He had walked back from the stairwell where he was going to take a peek, so he could get a visual count. Dante had turned on the t.v. and though he might not have agreed, he could certainly understand. That sound was sapping his strength. “Also, while we all seem to have our thinking caps on, it’s nice to have a destination, but we need to know how we’re getting there. My car’s a little surrounded right now, and you all wouldn’t fit anyway. So it’ll probably have to be on foot…any of you got the balls to try that shit right now?”<br><br>He looked at them all, the glow from the t.v. giving him a bit of a monstrous look as he looked to them. He needed to know…absolutely needed to know who was crazy enough to do it, because if he could get a bus, he could pick up the rest…maybe…if he was lucky enough. He wouldn’t know unless he tried, and he doubted he could make the entire trip with all of these people…shit was bound to go wrong.<br><br>He suddenly turned to Lexi as she picked up her phone. He couldn’t hear what happened on the other side, but he definitely heard the shift in her voice when she uttered Mom and Dad again. This world was getting shittier by the damn second. He walked to her and gently placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. He didn’t believe in ‘Everything is going to be okay’ or ‘they are in a better place’. Save it for the social workers who get to go home to their spouses and kids. He squeezed a little and said to the rest “we gotta get a move on…this ain’t getting no better.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 00:21:34</strong>
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				Lexi looked up at Jackson as he placed a hand on her shoulder; her tears were still falling from her eyes. When he squeezed her shoulder she moved and wiped her eyes wanting to stop crying as she whispered once he’d done talking “They died talking to me... “. She shuddered and then looked at the zombies outside the window talking a little louder “If I see them. I will kill them on sight, I don’t want them to suffer as those things for to long.” She promised herself then looked back at Jackson her tears finally having stopped, her eyes still had fear in them but there was anger to but mostly determination to survive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 04:14:35</strong>
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				Heather turned back to the TV when it was turned on, but made sure to stay as close to Jake as possible. Her back was pressed up against his torso, with her more or less ensuring that his large arms practically hung over her shoulder. The girl held onto one of his forearms as the near famous local news caster was clearly in a distraught mood. Him fearing for his family rang a few bells for the brunette. Mom. Dad. Jim. They were all out there, somewhere, doing what the can to survive. They wouldn't want her to worry about them. She would find them again. It was important to stay alive so she could find them again. <br><br>Closing her eyes, Heather willed the thoughts of her family out of her head. Her hands squeezed Jake's arm softly, in a way silently asking for support while telling him that she would be there for him, too. Zombie apocalypses do strange things to people...<br><br>The blonde had suggested that they move on to her home, not just for a slumber party, but to find a key to a cabin out in the wilderness. It didn't seem like a bad idea at all, but they were already a ways out from the city. Traffic would be a shit deal, there was no telling how bad the zombies were down there. Maybe it was something to keep in mind for the future.<br><br>Lexi didn't so much contribute in ideas as she did in emotion. It was clear that the phone call she got put her in distress. Family in trouble; someone important to her, anyway. Heather wanted so desperately to walk over and tell her that this isn't the same game they were playing earlier today. Life has changed for the worse in a way that none of them could imagine. She stopped only when the cop spoke about what they needed to do, finishing it off with lending a supporting hand to Lexi. The brunette was almost sure that the girl with the cheeky English accent wasn't going to be satisfied with that.<br><br>Heather practically squirmed her way out of Jake's soft embrace, more so because of his size than him actually putting effort into it. The brunette moved to hold the girl in a firm hug, nothing less than how a sister would hug another. Heather could tell that this was a strong girl - one with a lot of passion and drive. She'll make it through. <br><br>"Don't worry about that. It's not up to you." She wasn't going to mince words, but she wasn't going to be brutally honest, either. "They might not even turn. Okay? Just focus on surviving. Focus on us. Focus on yourself. It's all that matters now." Heather was whispering into the girl's one ear at this point, their heads side-by-side in their hug. With another firm squeeze, she pulled away but kept her arms on the girl's hips. <br><br>"We're all in this together, now. I can't be strong for anyone... but I know you can..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gravik</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 04:05:55</strong>
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				When Heather turned back around to face him and hug him once again, Jake let his arms wrap back around the girl, pulling her into another embrace. It definitely was comforting holding someone, even for someone like Jake, even though they should probably be doing something else like boarding up the windows and doors to keep the zombies out.<br><br>Soon the television flipped back on with another news broadcast, and when it did, Jake watched as Heather turned around in his arms. Jake kept his muscular arms draped over her shoulders as the girl leaned back against him. After a moment, Jake returned his attention to the television to listen to the distraught looking reporter, feeling the girl give his arm a squeeze. At least the news reporter guy didn't look scared out of his mind. He looked like he was trying to remain calm. "This just keeps getting worse..." Jake murmured, mainly to himself even though he was sure Heather would probably have been able to hear him. When the reporter mentioned that California and New York hadn't been hit hard, Jake let out a soft sigh of relief. His older brother lived in San Francisco and he hoped everything was alright. Jake would have tried calling, but his cell phone battery was dead for the time being until he could somehow get it charged. The thing that bugged him though was there hadn't been any mention of Lansing. His parents lived in Lansing and Jake was hoping it wasn't as bad there as it was in Detroit. But there was no telling yet since the news hadn't reported anything on Lansing. It wasn't as big of a city, so it probably hadn't gotten hit as hard as Detroit had. At least Jake hoped so...<br><br>Jake's attention remained on the television as Heather wiggled her way out of their embrace and it wasn't until he heard her saying something that he glanced over to look at her, seeing that she was trying to comfort one of the other girls. Jake then glanced over at the man in the orange suit. "Everyone is here except for Jennifer. She ran off to her room," Jake replied to Dante's comment. Jake hadn't heard any screams or such, so he figured she was probably safely holed up in her room. Jake sure wished he could get to his room, at least for a few minutes so that he could plug his phone in and call his parents to see if they were okay. But he wasn't about to risk going outside with all the zombies gathering around the motel. Would definitely be stupid, that was for sure. Jake then began to contemplate a good place everyone could go. Somewhere away from the city. An island perhaps. But then he recalled what happened in the movie Dawn of the Dead. There had been just as many zombies on the island as there had the mainland. Hmm, the blond girl mentioned something about her parent's cabin in the upper peninsula. That sounded like it could be promising. "How far is the house from here?" Jake asked as he turned to look over at the blond girl and the convict.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 08:55:04</strong>
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				Lexi looked at Heather as she got hugged firmly. She then hugged Heather back and closed her eyes relaxing a little as she still managed to hold back tears, she’d silently vowed not to cry anymore until it all became too much. She looked into Heathers eyes “My dad was bitten. He shouted for my mom to run they live right in the middle of where this is happening.” She whispered back then smiled as she kept her hands on Heathers hips nodding “Ok”<br><br>Lexi stayed where she was thinking for a while. She then looked at the group before biting her bottom lip “Well I’m the injured one here, if any of you want to make a run to this cabin I don’t mind causing a distraction since there’s a high chance one of them could infect me”. She pointed to her arm and leg “Also I don’t want to slow the group down”.<br><br>She knew the person who usually cut off from the group didn’t survive long but if it meant others could survive then she could deal with sacrificing herself. She looked at them all then the cop who had his hand on her shoulder, she then smiled and laughed “And if I survive hell, I’d have a chance to get a sample to study from them” But her laugh sounded completely fake as though she was about to break down into tears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 17:32:13</strong>
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				Heather was never really one for theatrics, but right now seemed like an appropriate time. "Okay, listen here, girl," she started, taking her hands off of Lexi after she offered to stay behind. "That is the dumbest thing I've heard. Don't be an idiot." the brunette then stood up on both her feet, looked around the group and more or less posed with her hands on her hips as she thought about what there was to do. It took a lot of steel from the girl to try and take up a leader role, but if Lexi had thoughts of giving up, then there were bound to be others in this room with the same idea. She would have none of that.<br><br>"This is no rush job, not yet, anyway. I think it is a good idea to try and get to the bus depot and get a big ol' coach or something and park it in front of the lobby until we've milked this motel for all we can. That means people, too." Heather looked back at Lexi and the cop holding her shoulder, hoping that she'd get his seal of approval. "I've done track and played sports practically all my life. I can make a run for it, but fuck all of you if you think I'm going alone!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 21:03:46</strong>
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				&nbsp; Katsumi had remained quiet, watching the news when Dante turned it on. She was glad he hadn't been huffy and ignore her small try at normalcy. She didn't want to be relying on people that wouldn't even tell their names. Smiling a bit at the sudden calm that took over her, she now hoped she could spread this calm to the others. Green eyes and glasses reflected the glow of the television. She could only hope that Jennifer had been right in saying her mother was fine. She hoped her step-father was fine as well. That's when she wondered something else. <strong>"Is this world wide? Japan?.."</strong> She spoke quietly, to herself mostly, since she was kind of by herself now that Dante had moved over to watch the news.<br><br>&nbsp; She blinked looking to Lexi when she pulled out the cellphone and answered. She bit her lip and felt sorrow when the girl started crying. She knew how she would act if she had heard her parents' screams of pain and agony. She didn't know if she should move to comfort her or not, thinking she might just make it worse somehow. She was always told she was bad at dealing with people. She was blunt and analytical when she decided to deal with people, and quiet and childishly shy when she wanted to avoid people. Sighing, she decided she should just stay back, so as not to make things worse. Then Heather moved to comfort Lexi, and Katsumi felt relieve. Heather was finally doing more then crying in fear, and it made the Japanese girl feel that they all might do well in survival. At first she had thought that Heather would be too scared to try and run.<br><br>&nbsp; She nearly started yelling at Lexi about offering to be a distraction. How could someone do so? She felt her heart ache. She realized that she would have offered a similar thing. She just wanted to make sure that everyone got out alright, then she'd worry about herself. Sighing, she brushed back her bangs and watched the three standing next to each other.<br><br>&nbsp; Glancing to the cop, she wanted to say she'd run. She wasn't afraid to run with him to the bus lot, but she was afraid of what they'd say if she offered the idea of her going. She smiled when Heather spoke up. She moved over to stand in front of Heather and smiled. <strong>"You don't have to go alone... I'll go with you."</strong> She bit her lip for a small moment, hoping nobody said anything against her going. <strong>"I have spent almost all of my life in dojos, I am well trained in Aikido and I can keep calm in most any situation..."</strong> She smiled, trying to show her confidence in her skills. <strong>"Who better to send? The strongest of us need to stay here to defend against the zombies... So let the sports girl and the martial artist go."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; Setting the shotgun on the counter, she took her acoustic guitar off her back, holding it by the neck and the strap. Moving to put it on its stand, she sighed. She didn't like going anywhere without it, but it would way her down. Sighing, she realized her baggy jeans might be a problem as well. She blushed when she thought about it. <strong>"Miss Heather, we can try out the back door from the back office.. If they are here at the front because noise and light, there should be few to none out back, so it would be easier to get out that way..."</strong> She went ahead and kicked off her slip-on, low-platform sandals. She rather go barefoot than in shoes that would fall off and make her trip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>redryder</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 13:49:02</strong>
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				Abbie took a deep breath. "If you're going to go to the bus depot, maybe I should go too. I know you guys are trained and stuff, but ... I'm tiny. If you need to squeeze through a fence or a tall window or something ... I don't know if you'll be able to, but I will."<br><br>She blushed. "When my friends and I tried to break into my school once, I was always the one who got in first. I can squeeze in anywhere, if I need to. And maybe three heads would be better than just two?"<br><br>She didn't want to feel useless, and the way that Zombie Steve was staring at her was starting to frighten her just a bit. Maybe with the other two women, there'd be some sort of camaraderie. <br><br>"I know my dress would be hard to run in, but ..." She grabbed a scissors, horrified that she was about to do this, but realizing this was the kind of moment her grandma had spoken about. "It can be cut way down." She smiled. Optimistically, she hoped.<br><br>Outside, the zombies grew louder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 22:22:47</strong>
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				Jennifer sat still for a long while. Longer than she intended to. Her heart had finally slowed down from the scare outside of her window. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. She wanted a cigarette badly. She even smiled as she thought about it. How nice it was going to be. <br><br>Quietly, she scurried across the ground, clutching her bag where her cigarettes were stuffed away. She didn't think for a second if the zombies would be attracted by the smoke. But she did intend to hide the spark and flame of her lighter. Her closet made a perfect refuge. She climbed inside and shut the thin door behind her. Digging through her bag and finding her tobacco pouch she pulled it out. In moments she had a pre-rolled cigarette between her lips and a lighter in her left hand. <br><br>The whole closet became ablaze as she sparked the lighter and ignited the paper. Jennifer hardly noticed, her eyes were set on the flame. The first breathe of smoke was a little rough, she exhaled and nearly coughed. Getting comfortable, Jennifer leaned against the wall in the closet and took a long drag, exhaling with a soft moan. <br><br>“oh yeah...” in the smoke she was able to forget about the zombies. Plus, it was likely her last cigarette ever. She took the time to enjoy it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 01:14:36</strong>
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				Hans had finished reciting his prayer in time to hear Lexi's outburst, though he said nothing at first, listening to the group's discussions.<br><br>"The officer is right, Lexi. Do not vorry for your parents, they are vith God now, and free of all this. Ve must vorry about ourselves for now." He wasn't entirely sure about the first point - like most biblical verses, Revelations was long on verbage and short on specific details regarding the end of the world. He certainly hoped that the reanimated dead were not walking prisons for the souls that had once driven them, and with no evidence either way, chose to believe such.<br><br>"If ve are to send some out to find a bus that may be our ark, it should be those who can run more than fight. If ze infection spreads by bodily fluids, employing martial arts against one of the dead could be deadly, vether or not you cause damage. Zere is also the thought of supplies...vould someone care to break open the wending machines for their packaged snacks? Zey are designed to keep a long time, and if ve escape, ve may not be able to stop at first."<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:02:17</strong>
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				&nbsp; Katsumi looked up at Abbie when she came over, listened to her. She blinked when the girl said she was tiny. From Katsumi's view all the women there were tiny in figure, but of course, as she figured, even the shortest of everyone was still three or four inches taller than her. Biting her bottom lip, she watched the girl get prepared to cut her dress, and it was obvious she didn't want to. She understood the urge to be willing to do something that wasn't really wanted, as she knew her pants would be a problem.<br><br>&nbsp; She glanced to the German man when he spoke about them not using martial arts. She nodded. <strong>"I did not mean it as I could fight them, I meant it as I can get away. Aikido is about throws and ways to escape, not really about fighting. That and my small stature would give me a better out."</strong> She sighed. She wanted to point out that she would rather be the one to get bit than any of them, but kept silent.<br><br>&nbsp; Looking back up at Abbie, she was a little tired of being so short compared to the others, she shook her head no. <strong>"I know you want to help, but you passed out before even seeing them... I don't want you out there if there is the smallest chance you'll faint again. If you did pass out and even if Miss Heather or I could carry you with little problem, it would still slow us down and leave us vulnerable."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; She honestly felt something along the same lines about Heather going, but at least Heather had kept conscious and did seem to have the skills to outrun the zombies. She also looked athletic enough to get in the tight spots. She looked back and forth from Heather to Abbie twice. <strong>"I am sure Miss Heather would be able to do such as well... as you look about the same size, and you look the same height."</strong> She grinned then. <strong>"I am also confident that if one of you couldn't fit, I could. I am just hoping there isn't going to be a need to squeeze or fit, because it would leave us open to the zombies."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; Wiggling her bare toes, she wished she had something to stand on to make her taller, so she'd at least reach close to their height. Biting her lip and blushing pink, she placed her hands at the waistband of her jeans. <strong>"Either way, I think I should go... I may not be the fastest here, but I am quick enough, and I'm not really going to be much use here... The only thing I would be helpful with is having the shotgun... Though, that would hurt my whole arm if I had to fire it, then I would be even less helpful."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:12:14</strong>
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				So far, only the girls were up to the near suicide run that was being proposed. It was more of a fight or flight sort of deal, though the fighting bit was highly discourage. Judging by what she was able to see from the man that came from the forest and the news, it was a good idea to stay away from a large group, especially when they start to pick up speed and momentum. She simply hoped to God that she was faster than them.<br><br>"<strong>Okay... so I think it is a good idea that just two of us go. We're just getting one bus, and it's already too much of a risk to drag any more with us. We both need to be small and fit, so we can get there easy-peasy, right?</strong>" Heather smirked at Abbie, then Katsumi, wanting the girls to be just as 'enthusiastic' about this as she was. "<strong>Until we get back, maybe you guys can figure out what to do about this motel. We sticking around? Parking the bus, maybe two around the place and make it a little secure? I dunno, if only to get a few more survivors and maybe assess the situation a bit better? Whatever.</strong>"<br><br>Heather shrugged, not really a fan of being 'in-charge' and offering suggestions as to how they survive these things. She just went to school for psychology, not to babysit a crew of misfits. The teen looked at herself and the other two volunteers, just to see how prepared they were for this run. The brunette was essentially covered head to do. Bite resistant stuff? Hardly. It would buy her a little bit of time though should something decide to have a whirl at her. Her boots weren't made for running, but they would protect her against random sharp things on the road and maybe crawling zombies. Abbie was perhaps a little 'over-dressed' for the situation, though she was willing to alleviate the problem with a few snip-snips. Katsumi made a good case for herself, too, though she was running barefoot. Whatever Aikido was, hopefully it would help her.<br><br>"<strong>Just give me the word and we'll head out the back and make a run for it. Just a few blocks, right? No problem. I just hope someone left the keys.</strong>" Heather smiled again at the group before heading around the receptionist counter and toward the back door. No one was going to stop her from going, even if they worried about how her head was. Moments ago she was on the verge of tears and now she was gearing up to face some zombies head on. Maybe it was just the idea of running that kept her brain occupied and not worrying about having them eaten by the undead. <br><br>Or maybe it was just the prospect of driving a bus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:28:39</strong>
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				Dante looked over at Abbie, and perked his eyebrow up a little. Thinking to himself for a moment before shaking his head. <strong>"Cabin won't work, you're looking at fairly limited supplies and I don't know their patterns well enough to predict what'd be too remote."</strong> He suddenly felt very exposed, it seemed he had started to somehow fallen into some sort of guidance role. Given his orange jumpsuit? It was almost laughable to Dante, he just hoped he wasn't projecting his inner fear outwards. Mentally? The guy was a nervous wreck, he was utterly terrified at what could have possibly happened to love ones. This? Was going to wind up being the single greatest American tragedy ever, and they were in the midst of it. Honestly? The rate this thing was spreading, Dante didn't know how much longer there'd be an America. Containment? That wasn't an option anymore, they couldn't just nuke this problem away because it was everywhere.<br><br>His head had tilted downwards, and he placed a hand to his temple for a second as he tried to kick his brain into gear. Looking over at Lexi for a second, the convict felt his heart fall into his stomach as she yelled at the phone. Taking in a silent breath, he couldn't find any words and merely gave her a sympathetic look. He couldn't even bother calling to his family, or his friends. He knew it was too late, and right now? His will to live kept him in a state of denial, he was aware he'd go to pieces over everything later. But not in front of these people...not in this fucking motel.<br><br>Looking at the cops for a second, Dante quietly looked at them and smirked some. However a feeling of dread came at the mention of a girl named Jennifer running off to his room, silently cursing he muttered <strong>"Fuck...!"</strong> But then the two women saying they were going to make a run for it to the bus station? That was just the nail in the coffin for the convict, <strong>"I don't like this plan. We need to think it through first, we don't know how many there are between there and the station...Not to mention, say you need to hot wire one of them?" Look, I will go. We need this to be a small, quick job. But I should go. I think fast on my feet. Not to mention, we need some people to round up the girl that is stuck in her room. That isn't going to be easy. We're going to need a distraction, a big one. And we're going to need this place stripped of supplies."</strong> Looking back at the women with a very serious look, he bit his bottom lip for a second. <strong>"Still, I don't like the idea of you all going out there by yourselves. That isn't to play the whole misogynist card, but you don't know what is out there."</strong><br><br>Looking out the window for a second, he glanced upwards at one of the upper decks as the walkers banged frantically against the durable glass and the door. Taking in a small breath, he looked back at the room. <strong>"Where is her room at? If it is on the upper deck, you might just be in luck. I think if this design is pretty consistent with older ones? You can travel through vents or something to that effect, though I think there'll be walkers up there. Stairs and everything..."</strong> At this point, he was speaking his thoughts out loud more than anything else. But a plan was starting to formulate in his head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>redryder</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 12:32:26</strong>
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				Abbie sat down, sullenly. All she wanted was to help, but people kept shooting down her ideas. She was in a funk.<br><br>"You guys just tell me what you need me to do," she said. "OUTSIDE of being ZOMBIE BAIT."<br><br>Outside, Zombie Steve was shuffling his way toward the other window. Whatever. She had never liked him all that much anyway. And taking her to a ratty old hotel to take her virginity? Did he really think that was such a great idea? God, he was insensitive.<br><br>She scowled. She needed better clothes. No one would take her seriously in this dress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 17:28:16</strong>
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				Lexi sighed and thought about it, she noticed Dante give her a sympathetic look and she smiled softly at him to let him know she was fine. She then looked round “I have a suggestion but its kinda morbid and gross and involves getting dirty...Really dirty”.<br><br>She then looked at everyone “Why don’t we go outback and kill a couple of zombies then bring them in here, cut them up then find some gloves or something to use and wipe the blood all over our clothes? Cause they aren’t attacking each other but their attacking humans so why don’t we make ourselves smell like them?” She shrugged.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zhu Que</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 09:46:23</strong>
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				&nbsp; Katsumi looked to Dante as he spoke. She thought for a moment, then nodded, a small plan coming to mind as she listened to the others. Nibbling her lip she moved to take Abbie's hand. <strong>"If you want to help, I think I have an idea, thanks to Mr. Dante."</strong> She glanced to Dante and gave a small smile. She didn't want to let others go, but he had a point. She had no clue how to hotwire anything and he might fare a little better out there than she does.<br><br>&nbsp; <strong>"Mr. Dante, I think you are right, you should go."</strong> She looked back to Abbie then. <strong>"I really don't want to leave Jennifer, so maybe you and I could travel the ducts to get as close to her room as possible. Whether we need to go on the ground level or the upper, the ducts go between the two levels. She is on the ground level."</strong> She grinned, trying to make Abbie feel a little better. <strong>"I can easily fit in the ducts, but helping Jennifer up into the ducts would be hard if I were by myself... Not to mention if there happen to be zombies trying to get in her room when we get there..."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; She then thought for a second, knowing that Abbie's dress would be a problem. She got an idea, speaking quietly. <strong>"Your dress would be a problem.. You can have my pants, they should fit you, they are long on me... I have boy-shorts on, so I'm not worried about modesty... and I am sure one of the men here would have little problems with offering a shirt."</strong> She finished the last part louder, so as for the guys in the room to hear. She glanced to the men in the room, not Dante because of his attire, to see if they would comply. She hoped the understood her reasoning and offered. If not she would probably turn bright red with shyness and embarrassment from offering one of the guys clothes, along with offering to be in her panty-shorts so that Abbie could wear her pants.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 20:52:41</strong>
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				Dante scowled for a second at Lexi when she mentioned covering themselves in zombie blood and funk. Rubbing his finger over his brow for a second he said <strong>"That is pretty fucking disgusting...that could work but there are unknowns. First? What if they're not attacking each other because of movement? I mean they don't move with as much fluidity as we do...also wiping that shit on our clothes? That sounds pretty risky...I mean infection and what not? But...we'd need to test this theory first..."</strong> Admittedly, it was a good idea but it was a risky one and he didn't like the idea of sending people out naked due to a theory. Say the zombies were able to somehow sense a heartbeat? Or blood pumping which caused them to attack? The people covered in the zombie muck would be torn apart as soon as they stepped foot outside.<br><br>He bounced the idea around in his head a few times, it seemed like it might work but there wasn't a controlled environment in which they'd be able to accurately test it. Katsumi however made him almost blush once more, referring to him as Mr. Dante and then the smile? It had been ages since he was last with a woman or even go to see one, and she was admittedly very attractive. However Dante shook that out of his head and listened as she spoke about going to get Jennifer. Listening to the idea, he said <strong>"I like that idea, you'll need to be quick and try to do this as quietly as possible. If you get a swarm of these things coming at you? You guys could be in trouble."</strong> When she mentioned having on boy-shorts however? The convict coughed softly in an almost embarrassed manner, he had a strong attraction to boy shorts before he was locked up. That? Hadn't changed. Listening to her try to get a guy to offer, Dante shrugged and said <strong>"Eh...Sure, why not?"</strong> <br><br>Walking over to the backdoor he took a quick look outside, apparently trying to locate something. Marking a zombie that was around his size, he took in a small breath. This would be killing two birds with one stones, and thankfully? These ones seemed to be walking aimlessly. They didn't seem like runners. He waited for that one to wander close to the back door before placing his foot against it. Unlocking it and turning the knob, he kicked the door with enough force to send it to the ground. Arousing the attention of the others, Dante quickly swung the axe back over his shoulders and brought it crashing down with a sickening impact into the zombie's skull. Leaving it embedded, he dragged it in a mad dash as the others started to converge on the door. Bringing it inside, he slammed the door close. Breathing heavily for a second, he casually started to unzip his jumpsuit. The other people present, didn't really matter. All Dante wanted from the guy were his pants, he couldn't very well travel around in the jumpsuit anyway. <br><br>However that plan seemingly was put on the back burner as the realization that the zombie had once been a man kicked in. Painful convulsions gripped his stomach, and he ran over to a waste basket clumsily. Grabbing the can, Dante started to vomit into it. Holding onto it for dear life as he hurled for a few moments. Dropping it afterwards, the convict fell into a seating position against the wall. It felt like everything was moving so fast and he needed to catch his breath. He managed to choke out <strong>"Can...wear...jumpsuit...if...you...want."</strong> His head was leaned back against the wall as he tried to catch his breath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gravik</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 00:39:44</strong>
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				Jake didn't like the idea of the three girls going to try and get a bus. Especially not three of them. It was already risky enough as it was to have one person go. Three could just turn the whole thing into a disaster, since all it would take was one person to slow the group down and the whole plan could go down the drain and then there would be no bus. And plus, what if the keys weren't there? None of the girls looked like the type of girl that would know how to hot wire a vehicle. Jake definitely agreed that Dante should be the one to go. He just hoped that the convict wouldn't use it as an opportunity for escape then leave the rest of them stranded at the motel. But Jake had a feeling the convict wouldn't do that. Jake would have offered to go, but he didn't exactly know his way around the area that well, and there had already been several volunteers. And it was really a one person job. Also, if they were going to try to rescue Jennifer in the way that Dante suggested, they'd need someone small to crawl through the air vents.&nbsp; Probably not something Jake could do, considering his size. Though he wasn't exactly sure how big the air vents were.<br><br>And then there was the other girl's idea. Lexi? He wasn't exactly sure what her name was. Jake wasn't going to touch a zombie unless his life absolutely depended on it. Though in theory it was a good idea, but wiping the blood on them? There was definitely a risk of infection...and it was just plain gross. But then Jake watched as the convict moved over to the back door, and soon kicked it open and within a few moments, dragged a lifeless body inside and slammed the door shut. Now that this plan was actually in consideration, Jake figured it might as well be worth a shot. But Dante did have a point about their movement, Even if they did smell like the zombies did, their movement could make their whole plan fall apart. He then checked his back pockets in hopes he had his gloves on him. Nothing. <strong>"I've got a pair of gloves, but they're in my room. It's on the second floor, room 112."</strong> Jake replied. The gloves were on the small nightstand by the bed. His room was on the second floor, probably only a couple rooms away from Jennifer's, though he wasn't exactly sure what room she was in. Hopefully Katsumi by chance had a pair of gloves behind the desk.<br><br>Jake had no problem with offering his shirt, since it was just a white cotton t shirt. It was pretty form fitting on him, so it would definitely be big on such a small girl, but the blond girl had scissors, so she could cut it to whatever length worked best. <strong>"You can have my shirt..."</strong> Jake offered as he pulled his sweatshirt off, then the white t shirt. Jake then handed the shirt over to Katsumi, <strong>”It’s a little big, but it should work.”</strong> Jake then pulled his sweatshirt back over his head. He probably wouldn’t be needing a t shirt any time soon, considering it was getting chilly out and not exactly t shirt weather.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 01:05:10</strong>
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				Putting on a brave face was hard when people insisted on doing things that would drive her mad any normal day. The group was indecisive. The group still harboured that typical 'girls should be stuck inside!' mentality. The group was suddenly swapping clothes and killing zombies. It was all off-putting, making Heather feel rather uneasy. A lot like how Dante was.<br><br>The idea of killing zombies and wearing their guts for the sake of discretion was a baffling. It was untested. It made sense to some degree, but for the most part it was simply speculation. Heather would sooner trust in her feet than smelling like absolute shit, feeling like absolute shit, and walking around town like you have to take a shit. She was also not living up to being a leader, either, so perhaps she really had no other choice but to trust in these people's ideas. <br><br>Frustrated with herself, with this group, with the zombies outside, Heather just shut herself off. The young girl closed her eyes in hopes of not catching what was going to happen to the zombie. She wanted to plug her ears to stop hearing the heavy, laboured, basically sick breathing of Dante, too. She wanted some miracle to happen where all these fucking zombies just vanished!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 04:09:42</strong>
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				Jackson tried to gauge the overall feel of the group. His soft attempts to corral them to order had failed miserably, but he knew groups of civilians behaved differently than convicts or even other officers. Both, in their own way, prescribed to a sense of order. Alpha dog, commanding officer, whatever you wanted to call it, there was someone to look to for direction and for this situation it was too early for him to throw his hat in for consideration.<br><br>The good news was that everyone wanted to help. That actually was better than everyone losing their shit and trying to climb over each other to get to safety. There had to be a way he could use that, especially for the time ahead. He’d saw Dante leave for the moment, but what he’d done hadn’t really hit him until he came back and hurled in the trashcan. For what it was worth, his heart went out to him. “That was dangerous, Dante. At least tell us next time!” he could have backed the guy up. Anything to reduce the chance of them catching them all off guard.<br><br>He wanted to go back to their conversation on the bus depot, he held up his hand “I’m pretty damn impressed that we have so many volunteers to do something so risky <em>’stupid…monumentally stupid’</em> but I think a small group would make things a little easier. Me, Dante, and Track Star can make the bus. I’ll be the muscle, Dante can be the talent, and Track Star is our grease girl. It’s like those old school group games, right? The ones where you roll the dice?” thought the humor was a little off, there was still some logic in what he said, at least he thought there was.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 17:45:59</strong>
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				Wiping his mouth off, he looked around the room and muttered <strong>"...Sorry...Fucking A."</strong> However he got to his feet a moment later and took in a deep breath. Feeling a bit better, he had just had to release all of the fucking tension he was feeling. Looking towards the window, he looked back at the cop and said <strong>"Yeah, whatever. We need to do whatever we're going to do quickly. I don't know how much longer this place is going to hold out."</strong> Noticing the biters growing more frenzied in their attempts to get in. Realistically, it was becoming more possible that they'd be able to eventually knock the shatterproof glass right out of the panel. When that happened? They'd be in trouble, or they could just eventually get through the door. Either way, this wasn't the sort of place Dante wanted to die in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 16:25:11</strong>
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				Time stood still, a patient stone in the center of a field. Thick smoke breathed through the crack of the door. Jennifer was stunned and keen. The only noise she could hear was distant moaning, some hard hands against glass, soft thudding and sharp cracks. The burning tobacco crackled and wheezed, her lips popped slightly when she moved them. Then she noticed something.<br><br>No one had screamed. The zombies were still just collecting, not searching. Soft hands against glass; 'the windows haven't broken!' Her eyes opened wide and she nearly coughed. She cast her cigarette away and put it out. She had been wasting time. They were alive. Everyone in the lobby and the police she never got to meet. She scurried out of the closet and hid from the light as best as she could. The window was still open, the wind blowing in smelt awful and rusty. Her trusted closet pole was near by, but not in hand. Her course of action was frighteningly unclear. She put her face right up to the window and looked about with nervous speed. None of the dead were near. The cop car and Abbie's old truck were outside along with the rest of the vehicles. She was petrified, and unable to move. Then a plan occurred to her rapidly.<br><br>She hurried through her bag and pulled out three lighters. Then she gripped the bed sheet and ripped it into multiple shreds. She found one shred of fabric especially appealing and held on to it, casting the rest of the blanket away. Her eyes scanned quickly, there was no danger at hand yet. Jennifer wrapped one of the lighters in the fabric and set it on the ground. She set her heel above, and then lifted it. She couldn't bring it down, it would be too loud, and if she missed she'd have to try it again. A second thought, she decided not to stomp on the lighterblanket, but rather crush it with the bed.<br><br>Carefully, she set the lighter under the bedpost. She opened her legs and straddled the corner of the mattress, wiggling to settle in, she was carefully preparing. Then she dropped her hips and lifted her legs. 'Cre-ack!' She smiled and dropped off of the bed to examine her job. The lighter was broken, and the butane inside was spilling on to the old bed spread. She repeated the process once, crushing the second lighter with as much ease as the first. Still with one lighter, Jennifer grabbed all of her strange belongings and twisted toward the door.<br><br>With grace and extreme patience, she allowed the door to open, there were no zombies directly in her vision, so most everything seemed right to her. Her fear had evaporated and she was outside before she had time to think about how bad of an idea it was. There was still pounding on the glass, moaning and choking, coughing and demonic laughter. A chill worked it's way through her spine. She crouched and sprinted toward Abbie's giant truck. She knelt near the back tire. She was hidden from the north and south by vehicles parked close together. The left and right, she checked with haste, there were no zombies in view, and more importantly, she wasn't in the view of any zombies. She chose the old truck because it probably wouldn't have a locked gas tank, she opened the tank and was relieved with her decision. <br><br>Jennifer worked fast. The bedspread was shoved in the gastank like a molotov, her closet pole helped in that venture. She prayed for luck, and brought an ignited lighter up to the fabric. It ignited instantly and Jennifer sprinted away back toward her room. She hustled for about four seconds, it seemed like no time at all. She'd gotten to the sidewalk when the gas inside the tank ignited, then in a split second the rest of the truck caught the blaze and a loud explosion echoed through motel parking lot. Jennifer felt the blast and was sent about five feet through the air to her left. <br><br>She was in too much shock to look around herself for safety, her closet pole was still in hand, her ears were ringing and her knee was flaring up. She was close to a set of steps, her door seemed miles away. She'd left her bag inside, her cigarettes were there. How could she have forgotten her cigarettes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>redryder</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 15:30:23</strong>
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				Abbie looked up at the girl who'd been behind the lobby desk. "Th ... through the vents?" For a second, she wanted to be scared, but then she thought of what it would be like if SHE were still in her room, and she realized how terrified she'd be. She closed her eyes, tried to think of her grandma, drew strength.<br><br>"All right. I'll do it."<br><br>And then the explosion rocketed through the lobby, nearly knocking her over from the sound and fury. In the general chaos, Abbie stared outside. "WHAT THE HECKITY HECK?! MY TRUCK?!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 17:29:01</strong>
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				Hearing and feeling the explosion, Dante looked out of the window and said <strong>"What the fuck was that?"</strong> Putting his forearm over his brow as he tried to catch any sort of sign at what had just caused the explosion. Unable to find anything he bit his lip a little, and said <strong>"Well I guess that moves up our timeline a bit, um crap. Does anyone know what could have set that off?"</strong> Taking a second to try to look out the window one more time, an explosion had been the most unexpected of circumstances and usually? They weren't the beneficial kinds of occurrences. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dead Walk Among Us</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 21:38:04</strong>
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				Hans did recognize the distinctive thumping echo, or at least thought he did. He'd heard them, and seen the aftermath, far too often during his residency.<br><br>"That sounded like a car bomb going off. They happen in Los Angeles from time to time, but zey are never a good thing. I do not see ze infected having capability to employ such veapons, though, so the question becomes of who did, and vhy?"
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