Zombie apocalypse -- IC
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				Title: <strong>Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kingmaster1</strong> on <strong>26-07-2012, 22:37:55</strong>
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				http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2up3bzm&amp;s=6 (http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2up3bzm&amp;s=6)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">MARCUS LERRON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> abandoned house, Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> Desi<br><br><br>Another cold morning was rising on the permanent hellscape that seems to have replaced what was once a nice town. It was only another sleepless night for Marcus, he couldn't let himself doze off anymore. The only way he got sleep was when he completely blacked out from exhaustion, even then he would only sleep a few hours. He sat outside of the old house they'd managed to spend a night in and watched as the sun rose, once finding the sunset a comfortable sight only now made him think of what could happen during the day. <br><br>It was a cold morning, some ice having formed over anything that was wet, including the morning dew that had drenched the grass, leaving it a shimmery white. Even in this type of world he often found himself sacrificing for those he was with, giving all of the blankets to his female companion. He kept his ears open to any noise that may come, having grown a small paranoia of intruders and the dead alike. He reached into his pocket, finding a flask he'd managed to swipe from someone he'd had to take down the other day, it was luckily filled with bourbon or whiskey, he couldn't tell. He took a swig from it, enjoying the warmth it gave him.<br><br>It had been a while since he'd had any&nbsp; alcohol and it was definitely a nice change from water. While the sun continued to rise in the sky he stood up from where he'd been sat and stretched, his watch was over for now. He went into the house and decided he should wake up Desi so they could start looking for food.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>27-07-2012, 11:51:53</strong>
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				(http://www.tribute.ca/tribute_objects/images/stars/cherry_jones.jpg) <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">CLAIRE ANDERSON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Police cruiser, driving into Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> Charlie, Lily and Olivia<br><br>It had been a terrible night, like so many of the terrible nights before it with <em>them</em> outside, the noises they made, the moans and grunts and howls and mutterings. Over the last two weeks those noises had almost driven me mad. I won't go into the details of the siege here. I don't think I can even do that right now, I just want to put it all behind me, both mentally and physically. We were one of the groups who voted to break out. It was done agreeably, mostly. Many wanted to stay, so we left them behind with their shared out portion of the food and ammo and water. The share of these was pitifully small for the three of us; me, Charlie and Lily. Charlie is a soldier, Lily... just a victim, I guess. An innocent girl caught up in a crazy nightmare and just doing her best to keep it together.<br><br>We were lucky that the police station had a secure underground parking lot with mesh doors. There were nearly two dozen vehicles down there - cop cars, a prison minibus, several impounded civilian cars, two delivery vans. The people who had voted to break out formed themselves into vehicle sized teams and we shared out the car keys in a lottery. I was lucky in that I had brought my four wheel drive cruiser (http://www.motorbase.com/pictures/contributions/991201/std_1998_jeep_cherokee_4wd_police_cruiser.jpg) into Denver a month ago... <em>A month? Was it really that long? My word...</em> And so I had a reserved vehicle. Charlie and Lily voted to join me. It wasn't a hard decision since we three had kind of gravitated together over the last few days.<br><br>I was surprised how amicable the split was. Over fifty people chose to remain in the precinct building and wait it out. Forty decided to leave; ten vehicle loads, leaving half the vehicles for those who stayed. We shared out what remained of the food and each of us had a bottle of drinking water. What ammo remained was shared out too and then we shook hands, nodded in a kind of grim silence and went out, knowing we'd never see each other again.<br><br>We went at night. The... <em>creatures</em> - I won't call them people - seem quieter at night, no-one knows why. Everyone got in their cars and started their engines at the same time and we all drove out and up the ramp as quickly as we could, the wire mesh electic gate being lifted from the control desk. We were lucky that the precinct building still had electricity from its back-up generators. Without those the fridges would have stopped working and we'd all been out of edible food days ago.<br><br>We left at 11:00 p.m. As we went, cars and cruisers and vans turned left and right and went weaving through the deserted Denver streets, cars and busses and dead bodies scattered all about.<br><br>I drove west, then north, pushing towards the Rockies and avoiding the main roads. We saw a few of <em>them</em> shambling about, drawn to the sound of the engine. Wheat Ridge, Arvada, Meadowglen, Broomfield, Lafayette... Heading north. I kept the speed low, we rarely exceeded twenty miles per hour except for short distances where the road was clear, which wasn't often. At times a wrecked truck or other vehicle might block the road completely and then I'd have to U-turn and work my way around.<br><br>We broke out of the city at around 1:00 a.m. and made our way north through Longmont and Loveland, trying to keep well to the west and avoiding the conjested ruin we guessed that Interstate 25 would be. In Loveland we came across Olivia. She was a lucky lady. Well, unlucky, I guess, like all of us, but lucky that Charlie saw her. There was movement in the periphery of the headlights behind a garden picket fence. Charlie called out and I stopped the car. Charlie swung the passenger side floodlamp around and there in the bushes of a suburban garden was a woman. She looked a mess but she was definitely human, not infected. A short conversation followed and we got her trust I think, perhaps it was that the car had two women in and I was in my uniform, but after a short and hesitant conversation the woman scrambled out of the bushes and got in the vacant back seat beside Lily. Olivia was a nurse and she had a bag of medical supplies. We shared greetings and then the conversation trailed off. There wasn't really that much to say, I expect her story was similar to ours.<br><br>We pressed on, avoiding Fort Collins by taking North County Road 23 along the east shore of Horsetooth Reservoir and then moving back north-east past all the smaller reservoirs south of Wellington: Terry Lake, Windsor No.8, Poudre No.6, Bee Lake No.5... I didn't know them but the maps in the cruiser's glove box listed them all. We hit North County Road No.9 and at around 6:00 a.m. as the winter sun was coming up we hit Wellington. It had taken us seven hours to drive 70 miles. Not good. We needed to get better at putting distance behind us.<br><br>We struck the dormitory suburb of Denver at the south-east corner. I stopped the car and shut off the engine. The ground was flat, dusty, an empty wasteland. To me the township looked like a dump and from the No.9 road nothing but average suburban houses could be seen. They'd all have lacked power for a fortnight and all their fridge freezers would be full of rotting filth. Charlie, though, said there would be canned and dry goods in dozens of houses and being a suburb the numbers of... them would be lower. Not everybody became one of them when the virus struck, many simply died. Given that the outbreak had happened in the middle of a working day, many of the people who lived in Wellington would be at work in Fort Collins and Denver, so Wellington <em>should</em> be quiet.<br><br>I got out of the car and stretched, easing my back. It was bitterly cold outside. Charlie stepped out the other side and scanned the nearby houses carefully. The two girls were quiet in the back. I glanced in. They were both dozing.<br><br>We held a short discussion. Eventually Charlie swayed me over - the town should be quiet and towards the Interstate there should be gas stops and motels, perhaps a 7-11. There could be a police station, maybe weapons and ammo.<br><br><strong>"Maybe survivors who just want to be left alone too, Charlie. They'll have their guns and their cans of beans and we'll be as much a threat as a... as one of them."</strong><br><br>Charlie was pragmatic. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, was the gist of his reply. If we don't scavenge somewhere, we'll run out of food.<br><br>We both got back in the cruiser and I started the motor and we rolled forwards, turning off County No.9 at the off-ramp that curved east into town and became Cleveland Avenue. I let the car roll slowly along, not much faster than a man can comfortably jog, 8 to 10 miles an hour, guiding it carefully around wrecks and other obstacles. The sun was well up now and the frosts on the lawns was melting where its golden light fell. In the shadowed side it clung on stubbornly. We had the windows down, listening for sounds. The tension increased and this somehow woke the girls up and they were apprehensively looking out of their windows too.<br><br><strong>"Everyone keep your eyes peeled. Say if you spot anything... alive or dead. If you see anything that looks like a gun barrel poking out a window, call out. I don't want us getting sniped."</strong><br><br>The cruiser continued to roll slowly east into the heart of town. We wanted a gas station, a shopping mall, a hotel... anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>27-07-2012, 14:02:12</strong>
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				(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd6/DamnedAngel666/Untitled.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>LILLY THORNE</strong></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Police cruiser, driving into Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> Charlie, Claire and Olivia<br><br>Lilly had just finished her first history class at university. She had walking outside to see the blood, gore, people dying and zombies eating people. She literally freaked out and ran to the nearest police station possible, but maybe this wasn't a good idea since there were so many people already there. When it was decided some people wanted to leave she was with them, she was actually one of the first to volunteer leaving and that is how she ended up with Claire and Charlie.<br><br>In the car she felt out of place, Claire was a cop and Charlie was a soldier they both knew how to protect themselves while she... Well all she could do was pose for a camera and use her body to get what she wanted. She moved a little in her seat and sighed, slipping in and out of sleep until the car stopped and they picked up Olivia, after the introductions the conversation died again and once more they were driving in silence, again she began to doze not having slept while at the police station to scared to with the groans of the dead outside.<br><br>Lilly hadn't realised that the car had stopped until the motor started again, her eyes flew open and she forgot where she was till she saw that she was safe with other people, living people. She moved a little and looked out the window watching the sunlight reflect off the frosty grass, she sighed and murmured to herself in the silence of the car "Its like the worlds been frozen over and times stopped."<br><br>When Claire spoke she nodded silently and looked at all the houses, gardens everything as she shivered. She hadn't brought a jacket and only wore a thin shirt and some jeans since she hadn't planned for the dead to rise. She shivered again and coughed a little before biting her bottom lip going back to staring at the cold frozen world outside the car as she let herself get lost in her thoughts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>27-07-2012, 22:40:09</strong>
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				(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/lori103/Anime/girlgreenjacket-1.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">OLIVIA TUROW</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Police cruiser, driving into Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> Charlie, Llilly and Claire<br><br><br>After leaving Marie, Olivia had just started to walk, not even sure where she was headed. She knew she had to keep moving, and being so in shock, she just kept on walking. Eventually, she had come across a smaller suburban town and was looking for more food and supplies in the abandoned houses. She even came across a garden behind one of the houses and she broke down. She started sobbing as she picked some of the veggies that had been ripe enough to eat. All she could think about was her parents, and what has happened to them. She had cleaned off the greenbeans with some water she had, and ate them. The blissful crunch was delight in her mouth, it had almost made her forget about where she was and why she was scavenging in the first place.<br><br>She had barely even noticed when a car pulled up and a handsome man called out to her. Suddenly, she felt very self conscious and fidgeted with her hair. They all made small talk, and they had room in their car for one more. It seemed to be better than walking so she agreed, even telling them of her being a nurse and having some supplies. It was in no time at all that she slept, exhausted from the stress and walking.<br><br>For the first time since this all happened, she slept soundly, dreaming of a place better than this. Her mind was obviously trying to give her therapy lessons, but it would be no use because when she woke up, the would would still be in ruins. <br><br>She woke up to voices talking, Claire and Charlie, discussing what to do next. The car engine roared back to life and Olivia let out a yawn, sitting up in the seat. Claire rolled the windows down and Olivia tugged her coat closer, the cold forcing her stay awake. Nodding to the woman's words, she looked out of the window, scanning the area around them. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>chanellelynn</strong> on <strong>28-07-2012, 07:33:32</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i48.tinypic.com/ofbz49.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>DESI KRIST TERE</strong></span><br>Location: abandoned house, Wellington<br>With: Marcus<br><br>Her dreams were filled with nightmares, full of cannibal creatures and rotting friends. She didn't know how to run from it, all she knew was that her body and mind were to eventually be eaten and die. Desi woke up to the distant crowing of birds, many outnumbering the living humans in the last few weeks. Her body was stiff from laying on a hard wooden floor but she made due with some abandoned sheets and pillows. <br>She hated it, the whole situation was fucked up and she knew it. Being 17 didn't offer much in strength nor intelligence against the shit storm that they landed in. Denver was supposed to be safe, full of police and shelter from any sort of problem. She should've known though, the cruel nature of humans being able to eat one another. <br>Marcus and her hadnt been in Wellington long, sheltered in this shithole of a house. They needed to leave today to find more food, their last can of corn laid pitifully in her bag. Desi was used to being hungry and knew that Marcus could understand, he found her on the streets. Life was hard but now everyone was on her level, homeless, it didnt feel fair still. Everyone was forced to live on the run like her but she had the choice once her family passed away. Angry and regretful, Desi rolled the blankets off of her before scrambling to the bathroom.<br><br>None of the plumbing worked, of course, but she made due with a bucket before she would confront her partner in this hellhole. Desi looked out the windows as she walked across the living room, papers and overturned furniture scattered across it. They were considered squatters, and the house matched.<br>The sun was just rising, another sunrise to another day filled with flesh eaters. Desi wouldn't admit it to anyone but she felt sorry for those turned into cannibals. She didnt notice Marcus standing in the living room until she turned around. He was quiet, a good quality in a watchman but she knew he couldn't hold out for too long without sleep. "Mornin..." Desi sighed, she wasn't at all surprised at him standing there waiting for her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kingmaster1</strong> on <strong>28-07-2012, 07:44:28</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">MARCUS LERRON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> abandoned house, Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> Desi<br><br>Marcus waited patiently for Desi to come down, he knew he had no reason to be anything but patient and kind to the girl, at least that's what his conscience kept telling him. He leaned against the living room wall as she walked around, he was thinking of the first place they would go in their scavenging, he knew he'd seen a gas station and motel at one point. He'd never checked to see how many survivors were around, he hadn't seen any going around and they hadn't seen a walker in a little while. "Morning", he said to her as he rubbed his sleep depraved eyes, "Sleep?", he asked knowing she'd had a lot of nightmares since they started living together.<br><br>He'd lived alone most of his life, his parents having died a few years prior. He was lucky in that he had no family to worry about, at least, none he felt he had too. Marcus worked at restaurants his whole life, and when things started he was the head chef at a popular place in Denver. While he worked there he often found Desi going around and also found her hungry so he started bringing her food whenever he could. He'd never asked about her personal situation but still viewed her as a friend and someone he should help. His first taste of the outbreak came one night after the restaurant had closed, him and a few others were cleaning some left over dishes and one of those things smashed through the glass door. They all ran but he killed it with a butcher knife, knowing he had to do something. When he looked outside he saw there were more and part of him had an idea of what was happening. The first thing he did was go find Desi, he needed to keep her safe, he didn't know why, but he did. He'd kept the knife on him, wanting to be safe if he found another one of them and when he found Desi he convinced her to come to his apartment to spend a night or two. The official report of things came out the morning after and he knew he couldn't let her go out on her own again.<br><br>"Okay, we're just going to see if there may be food somewhere around here", he said looking out the window. Just then he heard something pierce the normal nature sounds that filled the air. A car? It sounded like one at least. He knew they would need to check that out, carefully, they didn't have a great history with the survivors they'd met on their way to Wellington. Fuckers wanted him to trade Desi for food like she was his property. "Keep up and be careful, we should check out what that is", he said knowing the car was easily heard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>chanellelynn</strong> on <strong>28-07-2012, 09:45:40</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i48.tinypic.com/ofbz49.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>DESI KRIST TERE</strong></span><br>Location: abandoned house, Wellington<br>With: Marcus<br><br>Desi nodded back to him, he was straight to the point and she liked that. Many people pissed her off with their dilly dallying, and she didnt have the time or the patience. With a heavy sigh Desi picked up the blankets and started folding them into her bag. It was a large duffle bag she happened to swipe their last trip into the Walmart. Luckily for them they had been lucky back there when the riots happened. She remembered back when it started, being convinced to follow Marcus, he was her savior but only for a few minutes. Once hell hit she remembered looting a poor homeless man, how could she have known he was freshly turned? Marcus had barely found her after the attack, which she almost didnt escape from. That was the only time she showed gratefulness towards him, when she took his offer to run away. <br>Her normal routine for waking up wasnt much, she always counted their food and bullets, meager. Desi had a watch, digital, that sat inside of her wrist, it wasnt much and very useful for their trip. She checked it barely glancing at the time, but the date caught her attention; March 28th. Desi chuckled a little at the thought, never noticing the days going by so fast since last year, it seems she was just entering high school and now...<br>"Its my birthday," Desi looked at Marcus with a half hearted smile. <em>Just perfect,</em> she thought, <em>Lets hope I wont die on my birthday, my fucking 18th birthday..</em> She didnt care that today happened to be the one day she should be happy, she cared that the door to adulthood opened and all she could thank for was their one can of corn and a gun with only a pack of bullets left. <br>She grunted as she heaved out of the door of their shelter, its abandoned glow didn't change when she slammed it behind them both. She waited for Marcus to call their move, she didnt know wellington at all and wasnt a great tracker in the least. It was cold, like always, but Desi wore her torn jacket, covering what she normally wore on the streets; Black tank top and some old bell bottom pants. Her life on the streets meant never being able to change or clean her clothing. She looked around, watching her breath float off into the chilled air. Desi looked out down the road, trying hard to see any moving thing or person. It wasnt as if she wanted anyone to be around, but she did know there were others. She remembered hearing people a few nights ago, maybe they were going their way. She doubted anyone was really going to accept them into their group, but maybe they would if she changed. It was her fault when the last survivors came by them, Marcus didnt see it but she had provoked one of them. She never liked older men, couldnt trust them while living on the streets. When one of the men decided to give her a look over, Desi couldnt hold back and threatened them. Maybe Marcus shouldve given her to them, he wouldve been better off without her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kingmaster1</strong> on <strong>28-07-2012, 11:22:54</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">MARCUS LERRON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> streets, Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> Desi<br><br>Marcus sighed when she told him the date, "Sorry it can't be more special", he said grabbing their gun and holding it tightly. He wasn't the best shot but wasn't terrible and knew to make every bullet count. With it he had the same butcher knife he'd used since the outbreak started and a survival knife he was rather good with. Although he didn't want to admit it, looking at one of those things die close up was....oddly satisfactory. He made sure the coast was clear before going out of the house, they'd been there for a good few days and the first night he had to shoo off some people who'd been trying to take it.<br><br>He always made sure she was only three paces behind or in front of him while they were searching, it eased his mind to know where she was. He guessed in a time like this he was happy to have someone to be there with him, it would be a lot harder alone. He'd plotted out a route for them to go, but they had to cut across the main road which left them very open, unfortunately there was no other way. He caught a glimpse of the car as it made it's way through the city, he wasn't usually the first to pick a fight but if they had food he would need to chance getting some.<br><br>They first went to the motel but when they got to the gate he saw that for some reason, a number of walkers had been locked in their, he wondered if it was a group of survivors that just didn't make it. He made sure the things didn't see either of them but also knew that the motel was out of bound until they could get something to kill multiples at once. Over the course of the last few days they'd checked almost every building and didn't have much to show for it, people really cleaned it out during the riots. He'd kept them away from the gas stations since, until the previous morning, there had been two men there who he'd tried to reason with but the only thing they wanted was Desi, and he wasn't going to allow that. He guessed they'd left when their resources went dry but he was hoping that one can of anything was still there.<br><br>He guessed that, for the most part, the town was deserted so he either need to take a chance and talk to these people or avoid them and go back to the gas station tomorrow. He stopped them behind some cover and turned to her, "What do you think? Want to try our luck and talk with them?", he asked peeking over to try and catch a glimpse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>chanellelynn</strong> on <strong>29-07-2012, 10:15:37</strong>
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				DESI KRIST TERE<br>Location: Streets, Wellington<br>With: Marcus<br><br>She couldnt contemplate not searching every house or car, Desi wasnt scared of the walkers or their seemingly unusual pace. Desi couldnt hold out much longer not taking the risks that their lives depended on, she was sure Marcus knew but he constantly wanted to know if she was OK. <br>"Come on," Desi muttered while heaving the large athletic bag more securely onto her shoulder. She made sure no walkers or cars were trying to outrun them were in the way before booking it across the street towards the gas station. She waited for Marcus before signaling OK, as she looked around there were many abandoned vehicles that seemed to also be empty. She had hoped that people might stash food and water in their cars but as she knew better, people dont do that when running. They were lucky enough to have their food right now, being as they had to steal it from another survivor. She didnt approve of having to take what she didnt earn but in this case everything was for the taking. She did however happen to glance over near the gas station, it wasnt too far but their run would attract attention. She knew some of the walkers could speed up, maybe try to run and in their condition a limp from any injury would call for a cautionary shooting. <br>Desi looked at Marcus with a disappointing sulk, she knew this would be tough but they needed to speak to these people, if they were people still at all. Marcus was better at negotiation, all Desi happened to be good at was being a smart ass, especially to stupid people. Many people were stupid she understood that much, but to encounter so many that wished death upon you for having an egg was plain dumb. <br>Before walking into the open she decided to take the larger way around, she knew if they played it cool and didnt jump into the fire they might see Marcus and her as humans and not the next kill. <br>"Try going ahead of me, those fuckers cant hold a gun so they have to believe we mean not to eat them," Desi commented."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kingmaster1</strong> on <strong>30-07-2012, 05:44:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">MARCUS LERRON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> streets, Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> Desi<br><br>Marcus looked to the gas station, the run would be risky but he was thinking they would need to do it regardless. He took a second to check his ammo before turning to Desi, "okay, let's go, be careful. We don't know what kind of people they are so we'll need to make sure they can't get some kind of drop on us if things go wrong", he said trying to think of every possibility at once.<br><br>He sighed heavily, "Stay low", he said crouching and taking the chance to run across the road. When he thought he was clear he ducked behind the back of the gas station and waited for Desi to get over too, keeping an eye out for anything that might see her. He tended to be okay with quick draws, haven beaten someone to it more than once. <br><br>When she got there with him he looked from behind the building, getting an okay view of their van and the gas pumps, he didn't know if there was anything left in them but there could be. He sighed once more, "Okay", he said putting his gun in his pocket. He stood up and walked from behind the building with his hands up, "I'm peaceful", he said not wanting them to know that Desi was just in case.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>30-07-2012, 13:34:57</strong>
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				(http://www.tribute.ca/tribute_objects/images/stars/cherry_jones.jpg) <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">CLAIRE ANDERSON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Police cruiser, at a CONOCO station on Cleveland Ave, Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> Charlie, Lily and Olivia<br><br>The cruiser rolled along Cleveland Avenue, from west to east, moving slowly around the obstructions in the road. As the car moved east the suburban houses gave way to town-centre shops and municipal buildings – the town hall, library, a police station. Then there came a row of eateries and bars and useless stores like hairdressing salons. All of them looked well-looted as the smashed windows and scattered goods on the sidewalks outside testified.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.petromarket.net/gas-stations-convenience-stores-on-sale/conoco-gas-station-convenience-store-and-car-wash-for-sale/conoco1.jpg)</div> Soon I brought the cruiser to the east end of the town and the base of the off-ramp from I-25. There was a CONOCO station here and even if there was no food it would surely have gas in its underground tanks.<br><br>Up some of the side turnings I had seen <em>them</em>, a few at any rate, staggering slowly about in the middle distance and groaning and making dog-like noises. Whenever we had a visual with them, people in the car called out ‘zombies, to the south, in the distance, calm…’ or a similar phrase. Charlie and I had agreed a verbal warning every time we saw them, so that we would all be on our alert. He and I had also agreed that if we needed to shoot, we would say so before pulling the trigger. ‘Firing, zombie, left!’ or something like that.<br><br><strong>“Let’s try the gas station,”</strong> I suggested to everyone in the car, <strong> “It looks quiet enough and there’s a small store as part of it.”</strong> Most gas stations sold basic groceries now and many had a donut shop or Starbucks or a Costa Coffee as part of the franchise.<br><br>I pulled the cruiser onto the forecourt to the nearest row of pumps to the store and let it creep past, so that we could all peer in to see if there was movement inside. There wasn’t, though the usual signs of people having been there before us were all around.<br><br>I circled the forecourt a second time and this time brought the car to a stop outside the door. I then reversed it back at an angle until its rear fender corner touched the concrete wall, making the car itself a partial barrier to anything that would come from the roadward side.<br><br><strong>“Everyone out my side,”</strong> I said, <strong>“And stay quiet – girls, you take the bags and fill them with any canned goods you can see, also dry goods like rice or pasta, and anything in jars! Things like Bolognese or curry sauces, that kind of thing. But avoid the chilled and frozen counters, unless it’s bottled or canned drink, everything else there will have gone off. Charlie you go in first and sweep the place, girls you follow on his signal. Work fast please! I’ll cover us from out here.”</strong><br><br>Using the hood of the cruiser as a barricade I leaned over it, my .38 at the ready. I looked at the nurse, Olivia.<br><br><strong>“Hey,”</strong> I said softly, <strong>“You okay? Don’t try to grab too much and keep near Lily. Get back here quick if there’s trouble. Off you go.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 02:47:00</strong>
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				(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/lori103/Anime/girlgreenjacket-1.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">OLIVIA TUROW</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Police cruiser, driving into Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> Charlie, Lilly and Claire<br><br>As Claire rolled through the town, Olivia made sure to keep her eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary. They passed a few places on their way through, and it seemed so odd being in a place that just a few months ago would have been bustling with people, now empty and deserted. The thought of all those people, so scared, and just running for it made her sad. She kicked herself mentally, reminding herself not to go there and do what she was supposed to do. <br><br>She looked over at Claire as she pointed out the gas station. It made sense, they would be needing gas soon and the tanks underground could still be full. As they pulled into the parking lot, Claire had parked in a way that they would be protected and have a barricade if they needed it. <br><br><strong>“Everyone out my side,” Clair said, “And stay quiet – girls, you take the bags and fill them with any canned goods you can see, also dry goods like rice or pasta, and anything in jars! Things like Bolognese or curry sauces, that kind of thing. But avoid the chilled and frozen counters, unless it’s bottled or canned drink, everything else there will have gone off. Charlie you go in first and sweep the place, girls you follow on his signal. Work fast please! I’ll cover us from out here.”</strong><br><br>Olivia nodded and sat tensely, waiting for Charlie to go in and signal them for the all clear.<br><br><strong>“Hey,” Claire said softly, “You okay? Don’t try to grab too much and keep near Lily. Get back here quick if there’s trouble. Off you go.”</strong><br><br>"I'm alright," she said to Claire, attempting a smile. Was it really that obvious that she was spacing out? She would have to do better at keeping up with everyone else, because she didn't want to let anyone else down. Letting down Marie was already too much for her and she couldn't stand it if she let down these people that saved her life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 12:54:52</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lilly Thorne</strong></span><br><strong>Location: </strong> Police cruiser, at a CONOCO station on Cleveland Ave, Wellington<br><strong>With</strong>: Charlie, Lily and Olivia<br><br>Lilly nodded as she climbed out the car on Claires side. She then glanced at Oliva before walking into the gas station nervously at Charlie's signal, it was oddly quiet and she sighed. Walking behind the counter she found a bottle of whiskey and a bottle vodka, she then put them in a plastic bag since they might come in handy later on if they ever needed to light a fire or something.<br><br>Getting up she walked out from behind the counter then began to look around the store picking up rice before finding something she thought she'd never see again "Pepsi!" She said just loud enough for Oliva to hear, picking up the cans she checked to see that they were fine before smiling at the nurse "Would you like one?" She asked showing she'd found a six pack and was quite happy with her find.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>06-08-2012, 04:20:22</strong>
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				(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/lori103/Anime/girlgreenjacket-1.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">OLIVIA TUROW</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Police cruiser, driving into Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> Charlie, Lilly and Claire<br><br>When Charlie gave the signal, Olivia followed Lilly in the store. It was picked through, but there were still some supplies worth grabbing. She went over the shelves, and found a small section of pharmaceuticals. There wasn't much, but she grabbed a plastic bag and grabbed two bottles of asprin, some Neosporin, and bandages. <br><br><strong>"Pepsi! Would you like one?"</strong> <br><br>She heard Lilly call over to her and shook her head. "No thanks, they're all yours." She gave a smile and went to another aisle. There were some cans of beans and soup left, so she grabbed what she could and then went to the fridge's that lined the back walls. The power had long since shut off, but thanks to the weather, it was still cold. There wasn't any water left, so she grabbed bottles of juice instead. If they got sick, the Vitamin C would help boost their immune system.<br><br>"Find anything good?," she called out to Lilly after she put the bottles in a bag.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>06-08-2012, 10:28:40</strong>
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				(http://www.tribute.ca/tribute_objects/images/stars/cherry_jones.jpg) <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">CLAIRE ANDERSON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Forecourt of a gas station in Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> Charlie, Lily and Olivia. Marcus showing up.<br><br>As I scanned all around me in a 360 sweep, but paying special attention to the rear of the lot on which the gas station stood, because the road-facing approach was much more open, I could hear the others inside the store, talking and finding stuff. The clank and clink of bottles and cans sounded good but every noise made me wince. In the last few days I had learned that <em>they</em> had excellent hearing; mostly blind it seemed, they could hear normal speech, or a person running at much greater distances than a human could… or rather a <em>live</em> human.<br><br>From inside the store it sounded like Charlie had gone right out the back.<br><br>That was when I heard a small sound. It was a very familiar one: the gritty crunch of a footstep on gravel or another broken surface like crushed brick. I shifted around the cruiser to use it as a shield, placing it between me and the noise. Had Charlie gone out and right round the building? Then my eyes went wide as a man stepped out from behind the corner of the building, his hands empty of any weapon and his arms raised.<br><br><strong><em>“Okay… I’m peaceful.”</em></strong><br><br>I aimed my revolver right between his eyes, right wrist braced by my left hand, standard police posture, my view fixed straight down the iron sights, my arms rigid. We were less than twenty feet apart; if he did anything suspicious it was a certain kill at this range.<br><br><strong>“Glad to hear it, friend,”</strong> I replied clearly, so there could be no mistakes. <strong>“Step right out where I can see you. I’m not going to shoot, but I’m taking no chances either. Are you alone?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kingmaster1</strong> on <strong>06-08-2012, 21:35:53</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">MARCUS LERRON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> gas station, Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> Claire in front of gas station<br><br>Marcus didn't flinch when he saw her pull a gun on him, it wasn't the first time or last really. He followed her direction and stood right where she could see him, not wanting to cause much of a problem already. "I'm not alone, I have a young girl following me. I'm not telling you where she is held up, I can't take a chance with her", he said staying calm and collected.<br><br>"I only came around to ask if you might have some supplies you could spare, we're on our last stocks really", he said shrugging and keeping his hands in the air. "I'm Marcus, me and my friend have been staying in some of the abandoned houses around here. Most of the others have already left", he said looking around the gas station. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>chanellelynn</strong> on <strong>07-08-2012, 06:33:58</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Desi Krist Tere</span><br>Location: gas station, Wellington<br>With: Marcus, hiding at gas station<br><br>Her eyes canvased the street that ran along the gas station, hoping for no one or nothing to show up unexpected as Marcus took a look. She grasped the handle of their gym bag keeping it close to her body, securing it. The loud shuffling across the lot startled Desi, her head shot to the corner of the building she hid at. Voices shot out into the silence like a gun, their conversation was clear and precise. <br><br><strong>“Step right out where I can see you. I’m not going to shoot, but I’m taking no chances either. Are you alone?”</strong> Sounded like a female, Desi was sure she felt authority or strength. A familiar sort of person, almost reminding her of the days she often trespassed on private property. The urge to fly out and stop Marcus fled her mind, almost wanting to keep him from getting shot. <br><br><strong>"I'm not alone, I have a young girl following me. I'm not telling you where she is held up, I can't take a chance with her"</strong> Desi cringed, Marcus had already planned for her not to get caught. <em>Shit,</em> she thought, Desi couldnt help wanting to keep him from standing out there alone. Despite what she wanted Desi decided against coming out from behind the building and into the parking lot. <br><br>The two continued to exchange words but Desi rattled her brain with ideas on how to keep from being seen. She couldnt risk moving around the building in case he came looking for her and the woman might have people in the building. The pickle Desi felt was unbearable, all she could do was wait and listen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>07-08-2012, 13:03:55</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lilly Thorne</strong></span><br><strong>Location: </strong> Police cruiser, at a CONOCO station on Cleveland Ave, Wellington<br><strong>With</strong>: Charlie, Claire and Olivia<br><br>Lilly put the pepsi in the plastic bag, she wouldn't risk opening one in the store encase a zombie heard her. She looked through the rest of the store finding some old newspapers that showed when this all began. She sighed then looked over at Olivia <strong>"Find anything good?"</strong> <br><br>Lilly then smiled "Just the pepsi and a bottle of whiskey and some vodka what about you?" She was about to walk over when she paused hearing the sound of voices coming from outside, peaking out the window she saw Claire talking with a man who said there was a girl with him, waving over to Olivia she whispered "Olivia theres other survivors!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 23:56:51</strong>
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				(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/lori103/Anime/girlgreenjacket-1.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">OLIVIA TUROW</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Police cruiser, driving into Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> Charlie, Lilly and Claire<br><br><strong>"Just the pepsi and a bottle of whiskey and some vodka what about you?" </strong><br><br>"Some more bandages, aspirin, beans, soup and juice." She tied off the bags and moved toward the window upon hearing voices. <em>'Other survivors..,'</em> she thought to herself and looked outside. Yes, there he was, a man with his hands up in the air and Claire pointing her gun at him. She could hear their conversation if she strained her ears enough. She caught bits and pieces of the conversation. He was with a young girl and they were low on supplies. <br><br>Olivia bit her lip, wondering how young this girl was that was with him. Were they injured? She moved toward the door of the store, looking from the man to Claire. He didn't seem to be a threat, but in times like these, you never could tell. People will do anything to survive and that includes killing others and looting what they have. She held the bags of supplies closer to her and stayed low, watching the interaction between the man and Claire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 10:48:15</strong>
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				(http://www.tribute.ca/tribute_objects/images/stars/cherry_jones.jpg) <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">CLAIRE ANDERSON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Forecourt of a gas station in Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> Charlie, Lily and Olivia. Marcus showing up.<br><br><strong><em>"I'm not alone, I have a young girl following me. I'm not telling you where she is held up, I can't take a chance with her. I only came around to ask if you might have some supplies you could spare, we're on our last stocks really. I'm Marcus, me and my friend have been staying in some of the abandoned houses around here. Most of the others have already left."</em></strong><br><br>My police training allowed me to listen to what the young man was saying and take it in without being distracted. My eyes flitted to the corner of the building behind him and then to the board fence at the back of the lot. He could be just a stooge and his accomplices were working around us to the flanks.<br><br><strong>“Alright, Marcus, we can share some food and drink with you, but we need to be on our w-“</strong> Suddenly, behind me in the store was a loud crash; the sound of a door being flung violently open and then a stand of display racks smashing to the floor. There was also another sound – one I had come to fear and loathe over the last week or so – the low grunting, groaning guttural sound of <em>them.</em><br><br><em>Shit! SHIT! Charlie! The girls!</em><br><br><strong>”Charlie! Get back here quick! Zombies in the storeroom out back! Lilly! Olivia! Get out here! Grab what you can and get o---!”</strong> I had looked in the wide store window and what I saw next made my blood run cold. It was them, three of them – zombies – one female and small, maybe a cashier or someone who worked at the gas station, an older guy in greasy coveralls who could once have been a mechanic or a visiting farmer. The third figure was what really made my stomach churn and made me want to vomit in shock and dismay. It was Charlie, his face pale and waxy, his eyes sunken and rolled back so only the whites showed, his mouth trailing drool, the jaw slack. There was a series of bite marks down his neck and one of his bare arms. How…?<br><br>He must have been searching the back rooms, blundered into the storage areas and they’d surprised him! Oh Christ!<br><br>I turned, forgetting Marcus and his story of a girl and aimed my revolver through the plate glass window at the first zombie’s face as they came stumbling through the store.<br><br><strong>“Girls! Get out! Get the hell out!”</strong> I didn’t want to shoot. A gunshot could bring more of them running. Many staggered and lurched but some of them could be frighteningly fast.<br><br><em>Charlie! Oh shit, not you too!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 13:46:05</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lilly Thorne</strong></span><br><strong>Location: </strong> In gas station Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> Charlie, Claire and Olivia<br><br>“Girls! Get out! Get the hell out!” Lilly heard from Claire, turning she saw the female and the mechanic zombies shuffle out then came Charlie and Lilly almost screamed but she choked it back and a small whimper escaped her. Turning to Olivia "Come on!" She grabbed her bag then headed towards the exit.<br><br>She got cut off by the female who lunged towards her but Lilly stopped herself and turned running back up the aisle then running down another she ran out the store and beside Claire "H...How..." Was all she could say wondering how the zombies got Charlie and what they were going to do now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 21:42:00</strong>
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				(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/lori103/Anime/girlgreenjacket-1.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">OLIVIA TUROW</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Gas Station, Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong>Lilly, Claire and Marcus<br><br>Olivia continued watching the exchange between the man, she heard him called Marcus, and Claire. Their leader offered him some food, which was very generous of her, given that they knew nothing about him.<em> 'Well, I was just a stranger to them not too long ago either,' </em>she thought to herself. <br><br>From behind her, she heard a loud crash, and she let out a gasp. There it was, that familiar groan that indicated walkers were nearby. She barely heard Claire and Lilly yell at her as she saw the dead walking to her. For a moment, she froze, taking in what she saw. Two walkers she didn't recognize, but the third.. <br><br>"Oh Charlie..," she whispered to herself. He must have been taken by surprise in the back room where the other two zombies were hidden. He had the tell-tale bites and the already graying skin. She turned and ran out of the store, putting the bags on the ground next to the cruiser. Looking over at Claire, she shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry, I just ..froze.." She looked down at the ground, angry with herself, and angry at the world. How could this happen to Charlie? If it weren't for him seeing her, she would probably be dead, or worse.. undead. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kingmaster1</strong> on <strong>18-08-2012, 00:19:43</strong>
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				http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2up3bzm&amp;s=6 (http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2up3bzm&amp;s=6)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">MARCUS LERRON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> abandoned house, Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> Claire, Olivia, Lilly, Desi<br><br>Marcus kept his hands in the air, not wanting to give her suspicion to shoot him. He smiled when she offered to give them food but he looked over to the gas station, seeing the zombies in there with the girls.<br><br>He knew that these things had a pack mentality and that if one was around there were a lot more that could come out of nowhere due to almost the smallest thing, it might have been the car engine this time. He immediately remembered Desi was behind the gas station and he needed to make sure there weren't anymore coming out of nowhere. "I have to go get her", he said before turning around. "Desi! Desi come out here", he called before he got over to her. He found her where he'd left her, glad that nothing had happened yet but out of the corner of his eye he could see movement, "Shit, more of them are coming", he said before yanking her onto her feet.<br><br>He ran out with her and went back to the gas station, seeing that one of the women were outside, "you really need to get out of here, more of them are coming", he said as he noticed some were already coming out of the bushes and streets. "They're all being drawn here by the car engine!", he said as he tapped the cruiser with his knuckle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>22-08-2012, 12:14:32</strong>
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				(http://www.tribute.ca/tribute_objects/images/stars/cherry_jones.jpg) <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">CLAIRE ANDERSON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Forecourt of a gas station in Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> Lily and Olivia. Two newcomers called Marcus and Desi.<br><br>Things began to happen very fast, faster than I, right then, in shock from seeing Charlie, was able to handle. Now that my gun was no longer pointing at him, the guy who called himself Marcus ran out of sight to talk to his companion, then ran back insisting it was the car engine that could have drawn the zombies. His running around and talking was distracting me too and had he wanted to kill us and take the car now was a good time. He made me nervous as well. <br><br>From what he was saying I knew it wasn’t the car, it was Charlie’s bad luck. He’d just been caught the one time, a small careless slip as he entered some shitty gas station in some butt-hole dead town in the middle of nowhere. He’d been a wonderful friend this last two weeks and had been strong for me when I had thought it all hopeless. And now… now this.<br><br><strong>“Get in the car girls, just grab your gear and get in, we’re leaving.”</strong><br><br>As I spoke I saw the girl Marcus was talking about run from around the corner of the store to him. After her scurried one of those horrible crawlers. They shuffled along on hands and feet, almost hopping, seeming to bounce and obscenely fast. Hoppers, the people at the police station in Denver called them. To me they moved like monkeys. Another appeared behind it, this one was – I mean <em>had been</em> – a woman, some happy housewife who was almost naked, the shredded remains of a floral print dress around her hips, her white bra now grey and stained, pulled down to not even cover her chest. Her large grey-white, blood-splashed breasts swayed obscenely. The ones in the gas station were almost at the door. I raised my gun at the doorway, bracing my wrist firmly, waited for a clear shot and from only twenty feet put a bullet between its eyes. The .38’s bark seemed pitifully small, like an apologetic cough from a polite person in a library but the zombie at the door, the meaty one in the oil-stained coveralls, gave a short <strong><em>“Ghur!”</em></strong> sound and folded forwards in the doorway with a heavy thump, it’s brains spattered out in the face of the dead cashier-girl behind.<br><br>I turned to the man and his girlfriend. I was in a fix now. Did we leave them? Or invite possibly dangerous strangers? Suddenly time had run out. I had no options left, the pair of hoppers from behind the building were moving fast.<br><br><strong>“Get in the car,”</strong> I said to Marcus. <strong>“Both of you!”</strong> I swung through ninety degrees, aimed and fired at the male hopper as he began a kind of bouncing crazy rush towards us. The revolver barked again and the shot hit his shoulder, spinning him over. He rolled in the dirt and said, <strong><em>“Fuck that hurts!”</em></strong> very clearly and his shout reminded me these were still humans, with muscles, nerves and brains. They were just… horribly infected.<br><br>The ruined, naked housewife bounded past him. He got back up to a squatting pose, looked disinterestedly at the patch of red staining his shirt, and moved in for the kill.<br><br>As people began to pile into the car I had to face attacks from two directions. This was bad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kingmaster1</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 05:42:17</strong>
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				http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2up3bzm&amp;s=6 (http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2up3bzm&amp;s=6)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">MARCUS LERRON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Getting into car<br><strong>With:</strong> Claire, Olivia, Lilly, Desi, Claire<br><br>Marcus watched as the monsters seemed to swarm around them like a swarm, it was horrifying. He watched the two hoppers appear, visibly disgusted by the deformed appearance they had. He could see that Claire was having a hard time fighting them all off so when he'd gotten Desi safely into the car he drew his gun from his pocket as fast as he could, watching the hopper charge towards them. He shot a bullet off the second his gun was out and watched as it penetrated into the 'female' hoppers right breast, he was hoping it hit her heart and she would stay down. She let out a loud <em><strong>"Ghuh"</strong></em>, as she stammered to the ground.<br><br>The male was close behind him and almost the second he saw the woman go down he shot off again, this bullet jamming into the man's leg before he tripped over himself and face planted. "Let's go!", he yelled as he watched the man trying to get up but seeming to not be able to put any weight on his leg and the woman only seemed to flinch.<br><br>There were still some that were growing closer around him, including the ones still inside the gas station. He opened the passenger door and jumped in, waiting for this woman, who's name he didn't know, to start a car that he only hoped would get them away from all this. He'd checked to make sure Desi had the bag, luckily it was rested on her lap.<br><br>Marcus checked his gun, only three shots left, he was satisfied he'd made the other two count though. Unlike the woman's his gun was a revolver, powerful but loud so he didn't shoot it off until he had too, in this instance he didn't need to hold back since they were already being surrounded.<br><br>"It only looks like more of them are coming out, our best bet is to just plow through them and not waist bullets", he said as he could see even more seeming to come out of nowhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 09:46:24</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Lilly Thorne</span></strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> In car<br><strong>With:</strong> Marcus, Olivia, Desi, Claire<br><br>Lilly looked around seeing the zombies coming out of well they came out of nowhere and everywhere. Looking at Claire then the other two newcomers she got into the car quickly and watched as the zombies began to surround them. She wished she could fight or atleast be able to shoot a gun, her father had always tried to push her to use guns but she'd stood adament that guns would never solve anybodies problems, well that was the old world and this was the new.<br><br>She sat facing the front of the car as she closed her eyes tightly while gripping the bag of items she'd found in the garage muttering "I don't want to die here.. I don't want to die here!" Repeatidly as though hoping the small chant would protect her from the zombies. She opened her eyes to see the male Claire had shot getting back up and she shuddered seeing his yellow teeth with red stains on them. She wasn't cut out for this new world, she'd have to ask one of the others to show her how to use a gun or maybe she'd find another weapon, but right now she wasn't thinking logically, she was just scared and the flight or fight switch in her brain had switched to flight and all she did was wait for the others to get into the car, feeling useless that she couldn't help.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 14:15:41</strong>
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				(http://www.tribute.ca/tribute_objects/images/stars/cherry_jones.jpg) <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">CLAIRE ANDERSON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Forecourt of a gas station in Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> Lily and Olivia, Marcus and Desi.<br><br>With all the girls bundled into the cruiser I waved to this unknown guy to get in the front seat. I hated inviting strangers into our group - there had been some heated and unproductive arguments back in Denver between cliques of survivors who argued endless plans and ideas and made too much noise... but right now we were flat out of options and had no time. I couldn't leave this pair here with - I noticed glancing over the car back towards the street - more hunched and stunted shapes lurching towards us.<br><br>With the guy in the front right seat I had to run around the hood of the car to get in teh driver's side. On that side the Hopper had almost reached the car. I fired a third shot that went into his neck. A gush of fould black-red matter and blood squirted out and with a guttral maon he went down, rolling about and spewing blood. It was revolting. Why didn't he die? Any normal person would have. I slid into the seat and cranked the engine before my door was shut. The big Chevy V8 rumbled to life and I&nbsp; selected gear. The car lurched and bounced forward to ding a fender against a fuel pump, sending one of those plastic glove dispensers flying, the ones gas stations used to supply so customers filling their own cars wouldn't get the smell of petrol on their hands. The blue thin gloves spilled out and fluttered everywhere, all across the windshield.<br><br>There was a thump and a scratching noise behind as the former cashier-girl banged her fist on the side window. One of the girls shrieked. I revved the engine and the car roared away, tyres squealing. I did a full circle of the forecourt, right around all the pump stands and stopped on the gentle ramp that led back to the street. I wound my window down and took my gun from the glove shelf. Three bullets left in this cylinder. As the cashier and Charlie moved towards us across the forecourt I had a clear shot. Sticking my arms out of the wndow and holding the gun steady, peering carefully down the sights I paused.<br><br><em>I'm sorry, Charlie, I'm sorry. But no way will I leave you like this.</em><br><br>Then I squeezed the trigger. Two shots rang out, the first clipped Charlie's shoulder but the second caught him full in the face, a big spurt of blood gushed from the back of his head. He'd been such a strong person. Such a good face too. Kind. Caring.<br><br><em>Sorry Charlie...</em><br><br>I pulled my arms in and with another thump on the back of the car from the things that had arrived from along the street, drove out of the gas station and swung back west, towards the edge of town and away from the freeway. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>29-08-2012, 21:27:25</strong>
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				(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/lori103/Anime/girlgreenjacket-1.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">OLIVIA TUROW</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Gas Station, Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong>Lilly, Claire, Marcus and Desi<br><br>Olivia looked around, her mind racing. <em>'Where are they coming from?,'</em> she thought to herself. It seemed as though the undead were coming from all sides, as if they had a strategy. <em>'That couldn't possibly be right.. could it?,'</em> she bit her lip and got in the car on Claire's command. These things, they couldn't possibly be so smart as to have planned the attack, could they? It seemed so unlikely, but here they were, surrounded by those horrible undead. It was all too much to take in, and she saw that she wasn't the only one that was being affected. She noticed Lilly was just as scared as she was and she grabbed the girl's hand and held it tight. <em>'I may not have much now, but I have these people,' </em>she thought to herself as she gave Lilly a reassuring squeeze. <br><br>She made room in the backseat for the new girl, and watched as the new man sat in the passenger's seat, Charlie's seat. Someone shrieked beside her as one of the zombies banged on the window. Then came the gunshots, and she saw Charlie dead on the ground with a bullet in the head. Olivia closed her eyes and tried to shake the memory from her head. It would haunt her dreams, she was sure of it. That is, if she ever slept.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kingmaster1</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 23:26:17</strong>
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				http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2up3bzm&amp;s=6 (http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2up3bzm&amp;s=6)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">MARCUS LERRON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> car, escaping<br><strong>With:</strong> all<br><br>As the group of walkers surrounded them Marcus was mentally preparing himself for some kind of standoff, hoping to kill as many as possible. One of them was right outside his window when the truck finally started to move and swung around the pumps. When the driver hesitated for a moment as she looked at the two zombies behind him he was about to yell for her to take off as the creatures were already going for their new position but he was silenced when she stepped on it and they drove out of the parking lot.<br><br>When they were in the clear he took a deep sigh and relaxed in his seat, "You okay Desi?", he asked as he ran his hand over his eyes and didn't look back at her. After a moment he looked over to their driver, "Thanks for getting us out of there, I doubt we would have been able to stay where we were for much longer", he said as he flashed a tired smile to the older woman next to him.<br><br>"So, like I said I'm Marcus and this is Desi", he said pointing back to her, "I don't know if you care but I just felt I should introduce us since you saved us", he said shrugging and watching the scenery pass by for a moment. The old houses seemed to go by fast as they made their escape and he watched as he could see some walkers go through the houses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 11:46:40</strong>
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				(http://www.tribute.ca/tribute_objects/images/stars/cherry_jones.jpg) <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">CLAIRE ANDERSON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Driving west and north through Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> Lilly, Olivia, Marcus and Desi.<br><br>After that I was in no mood to talk but if I kept silent this guy would think I was a bit crazy or something, or had issues with him, or something else bad. First impressions, right? I needed to be outgoing and friendly but I didn’t feel like it.<br><br>The young man spoke to his friend and I learned her name. Desi.<br><br>Then he spoke to me.<br><br><strong><em>"Thanks for getting us out of there, I doubt we would have been able to stay where we were for much longer."</em></strong><br><br><strong>“It’s no problem,”</strong> I said, a little dryly, a little forced. I wiped my left wrist over my eyes. <strong>“We have a car, you needed to get away. You don’t seem like the type to cause trouble.”</strong><br>&nbsp;<br><strong><em>"So, like I said I'm Marcus and this is Desi. I don't know if you care but I just felt I should introduce us since you saved us."</em></strong><br><br><strong>“Pleased to meet you,”</strong> I said, watching the road and not really sounding like I was pleased at all. I turned to him and gave him a wan smile. <strong>“Hey, I’m sorry, things have been hard. Lost some good friends recently. I’m Claire. In the back are Lilly and Olivia. I’m thinking we should get out of town, find somewhere in the hills to sleep for the night, eat what we can and maybe come back into town tomorrow. Or go north. Cheyenne is up the Interstate. And if we go north west…”</strong> I stopped the car and pulled the crumpled map out of the glove box. I turned it round and folded it over again. <strong>“Hm. Laramie is up route 287. And some wildlife refuges. Hutton Lake… Bamforth. Those would most likely be empty of zombies and there’ll be fresh water. Maybe a cabin or a campsite. Fewer people means more chance of food stocks that haven’t been looted.”</strong><br><br>I threw the map back in the glovebox and selected gear and we lurched on, threading our way between abandoned vehicles and grubby heaps on the road that looked like piles of dirty laundry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 18:09:30</strong>
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				(http://www.zen90682.zen.co.uk/johndmini.jpg) <table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">John Donnelan</span></strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>On the outskirts of Wellington, just where the infil meets the open countryside</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Nobody and no-one</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><br>John lent the bike up against the side of the house, his senses alert for any sound, any movement. The last four places he had tried had been looted so thoroughly it was maddening. This house however showed fewer signs of such activity. It was closer in towards the town, which was bad, John hated being so close to all those potential threats, yet he needed food. The apples he had picked that morning he couldn't eat all at once if he didn't want to wind up with pretty severe digestive distress.<br>The door was unlocked and opened to his touch, it swung quietly, which was a relief. This was the back door and lead to the kitchen, which was extra handy as it saved searching around for the target room in question.<br>The backpack he had found about fifteen places back was sturdy, and a dark green colour, not as good as a bergen, but it was doing the job for now. He swung it down and placed it quietly on the table where it would be easily accessible. Then he set to work. The first cupboard he opened was full of canned goods, which was very satisfying. He opened drawers till he found dishcloths and set to wrapping cans in cloth to silence them before putting them safely in the backpack. A small amount of thought and preparation could safe your life further down the line. A fighter pilot always had to be thinking miles ahead after all.<br>He had all the food he thought he could carry after a few minutes, there was no point over burdening himself after all, so he made a quick inventory of the other cupboards. The tall one in the back corner turned out to be very interesting. A Remington pump action twelve gauge. Which would have been fantastic if it wasn't for the padlock shackling it in place. He pulled a face and shook his head, not worth the noise, the four boxes of shot however he grabbed up and put in his pack. They were light, he could find another gun at some point and if things did calm down enough at some point for him to make a fire they could come in very handy for that.<br>He took a few other small items, cooks matches, a pack of twelve bic cigarette lighters, a spare can opener, then from the cupboard by the door with the gardening tools he found himself a rather nice machete and a hatchet, both showed signs of use, which was good, if they hadn't broken from rural abuse they were likely good tools. The hatchet went in the pack, he took the time to strap the machete to his leg.<br><br>He had his pack on his back and was heading back out of the door when he heard the distant rumble of the car. -shit- His heart flip flopped. He was being so very quiet, so very careful, and now some joker was going to ruin that with engine nose?<br><br>Back out of the house and over to the bicycle and out to the road with it, he mounted up and started peddling for the back road he had been using fast, he could already hear movement around him, others waking up to the sound of the car's approach, people he likely didn't want to meet. It was a quiet stirring for now, something that he would rather avoid hearing change to a dull moaning. If he could make it to the back-roads without being seen he was golden. Why were people so thick as to be driving around in a car? It was like banging the bloody dinner gong, especially out in the countryside.<br><br>Every sense alert for movement, John pedalled like a crazy man, dodging around cars and piles of rubbish and who knew what, heading for the relative safety of country roads and farm tracks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kingmaster1</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 00:14:32</strong>
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				http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2up3bzm&amp;s=6 (http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2up3bzm&amp;s=6)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">MARCUS LERRON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Car, Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> All<br><br>Marcus could tell from her tone that she wasn't in the mood to talk, he could understand, the whole attack was rather stressful. When she introduced herself he nodded and waved to the girls in the back, thinking they were rather close to Desi in age but Claire was clearly the oldest of their group. Her plan seemed fine, she also looked like she was a cop at one time, the uniform either being a find or the real deal, plus she seemed to know how to shoot a gun so that also told him.<br><br>When he felt the car stopping he looked out the windows to see that they were in the clear for a moment. He backed up a bit when she opened the glove box, not wanting to be in the way and looked at the map as she did. At the mention of Bamforth and the cabins he nodded, "That sounds like a good idea", he said as he continued to keep watch out the windows. He, of course, didn't want to change any sort of plan they might have and only hoped they wouldn't kick him or Desi out, since he wouldn't leave her alone.<br><br>Looking out the window he thought he could see some motion in a nearby house, probably another walker but it seemed more fluid than they would normally walk, he decided to pay it no more mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 09:46:25</strong>
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				(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/lori103/Anime/girlgreenjacket-1.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">OLIVIA TUROW</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> In the car<br><strong>With:</strong>Lilly, Claire, Marcus and Desi<br><br><br>Olivia watched as the two chatted up front, and gave a nod when her name was introduced. The newcomers seemed nice enough, but she was still weary of them. They didn't know these people, but she was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt, since she was once in their position as well. Still, it's hard to be trusting with the world the way it is. <br><br>She turned her head and looked out of the window, noticing it was getting more rural as they went along. There were houses along the road they were travelling, and she thought about how they once used to be occupied with families. People just going about their daily lives, going to work, school, making dinner, watching movies. What she wouldn't give to watch a movie right now, cuddled up on her nice couch with a bowl of buttery popcorn. Just thinking about it made her mouth water. Letting out a soft sigh, her eyes flicked to each of the houses and from one she thought she caught someone leaving one of them. It was movement, but she wasn't sure if it was an undead or a person. She frowned, squinting her eyes to see if she could get a better look, but it was too far away still to tell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 10:37:49</strong>
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				(http://www.tribute.ca/tribute_objects/images/stars/cherry_jones.jpg) <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">CLAIRE ANDERSON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Driving west and north through Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> Lilly, Olivia, Marcus and Desi. Seeing John on his bike.<br><br>What happened next unfolded quickly. While the centre of Wellington had been reasonably quiet with most of the walkers apparently on the east side near the freeway ramps and the gas stations, after coming back through the quiet centre of town, here, on the north west side things were clearly busy. Someone had disturbed them and we began to catch signs of them moving inside houses and in the gardens. A few awkwardly and clumsily climbed over picket fences and lurched onto the road.<br><br>Ahead of us I saw a new sight; a man on a bicycle, pedalling furiously. Perhaps he had been the source of the sound and had drawn these former townsfolk to him? Whatever had caused the zombies to become restless the man was going to be in trouble at the end of the road where the hill steepened and turned west. It would be hard pedalling up that slope with these monsters staggering after him.<br><br>I called out to the other car occupants what I’d seen. By the way they were already reacting I guessed we all saw the cycling figure at about the same time.<br><br><strong>“Survivor! On a bike! On the right! One o’clock!”</strong><br><br>I accelerated and drew up to the man who looked like he was in a pilot’s military flight suit. He had a large bag on his back that looked heavy. His pursuers were only fifty yards behind.<br><br><strong>“Marcus – have you much ammo in that gun of yours? I’m going to drive past this guy and swing the car across the road. When he passes us, we take down his pursuers, okay?”</strong><br><br>As we drew level with the frantic cyclist I opened the window on Marcus’ side and called across to the pilot.<br><br><strong>“Hey, friend! We’re friendly! Friendlies! Keep going! We’ll stop up ahead and take out the zeds. Stop behind my car.”</strong><br><br>I then floored the big police cruiser. Its V8 roared into life and 100 yards further on I braked hard and slewed its nose right, then left against a dirt bank. I dived out of my door and ran around the back of the vehicle to take up a firing position kneeling in the road. I heard Marcus’s door open as well.<br><br>The cyclist came up to us, still pedalling hard. His pursuers, three of them, were gaining.<br><br><strong>“Let him get by and let the range drop. Make every shot count. I’ve got the right hand one.”</strong><br><br>I braced my revolver in both hands, arms locked and straight, my right shoulder pressing against the spare tyre on the cruiser’s tailgate. I lined up the sights on the nearest zombie and waited for it to get closer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 18:20:44</strong>
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				(http://www.zen90682.zen.co.uk/johndmini.jpg) <table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">John Donnelan</span></strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Outskirts of Wellington, Looking to not have to draw down on runners pursing due to being alerted by distant car</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Meeting Lilly, Olivia, Marcus and Desi</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>John glanced over his shoulder as he came to a section of straight, runners. He hated runners. They were gaining a little, interesting, still, he had reserves left and once he crested the rise up ahead he should be a lot better off than they were. Of course they wouldn't tire as easily, yet he had wheels. Wheels tended to beat feet.<br><br>Plus, if he needed it he had his PPK of course.<br><br>Then he noticed the car was a lot louder now, another quick glance when he had a clear stretch, they were coming right for him. Wonderful, this could be one of two things, very good or very bad. Though they were silly enough to be wandering around in a car... Still it would be nice to see, and talk, to other people again, he had only had himself to talk to, albeit mostly inside his own noggin, for at least three too many days now. True, he had passed escape and evasion training in Wales all those years ago, yet that was a rather more pleasant experience. Especially since, while the paras that had been tasked with playing the pursuing force had dogs, helo's, night viewing aids, brains that weren't working nearly on auto-pilot, well, okay, that one yes, they were paras, but still they were a step up the ladder from these virused folks. He had a point, what was it? Oh, right, especially since the paras were not going to eat him if they caught him. Just fill him in a bit on the good news with boots and then haul him back to some army base for the interrogation phase.<br><br>These guys were not about to interrogate. These guys were all about beating him to death and eating his intestines.<br><br>Not necessarily in that order.<br><br>The car drew up next to him and drew him, he took the opportunity given to check out the occupants, one guy four women, the driver in a cop outfit, sever looking face, older... She started speaking.<br><br><em>“Hey, friend! We’re friendly! Friendlies! Keep going! We’ll stop up ahead and take out the zeds. Stop behind my car.”</em><br><br>Well that was more positive then a side-swipe and them trying to steal his gear, which he had been half expecting, law of the jungle and all that.<br><br>He nodded, and kept pedalling, till they pulled off this manoeuvre there wasn't much else to do.<br><br>About a hundred yards of so further on, just at the crest of the rise they pulled up and stopped side on, the older pinched face lady and the guy jumped out with handguns. Handguns. If they were sensible they would take their time and wait a good while before opening up with those. If they weren't... Well, it wasn't likely, they had survived this long, even if they were making so much bloody noise you could likely hear them one county over.<br><br>John kept pedalling furiously, his upper thighs and arse muscles were starting to complain now due to all the uphill stuff. He made a mental note to berate himself for not giving up the tabs sooner, he had only dropped the ciggies four years back and it was still something he regretting being a party to for so long. He had mostly recovered in that time, but there was still some residual effects to even the pack of fags every three or four days at most that he had been on.<br><br>He started to flare his speed as he came up to the car, hit the brakes just next to it and just past it, dropped the bike and, glancing around in every direction but behind, drew his PPK and checked out the road ahead, the houses to the right and the field to the left. The houses were the primary concern yet he couldn't stop watching the rest. Once the shooting started, which would likely be any second, someone had to be aware of the directions other than those of the main firing line.<br><br>"Clear to the rear, left and right. Covering here, call if you need help." He reported to, well, whoever these people were. If he was going to receive a bullet in the back this was where it would come. He felt he skin crawl. He didn't know these people yet he was choosing to trust them on instinct. Still, if you didn't have fair instincts you wouldn't survive low level flight training. To be fair you would likely just find yourself being posted elsewhere, suddenly be assigned on Hercules or some other more boring duty. This was a whole other level of alertness and tension.<br><br>He had flown missions over the gulf which had a similar feel, he just had to relax and watch the directions he had taken, if the other two needed him they would call out. If they had any sense.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 02:15:46</strong>
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				(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/lori103/Anime/girlgreenjacket-1.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">OLIVIA TUROW</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> In the car<br><strong>With:</strong>Lilly, Claire, Marcus and Desi and newcomer John<br><br>Olivia watched as the image she had seen became clearer- it was indeed a man. Looking at Claire, she was about to say something, but as if she read her mind, she called out there was a survivor. Looking back to the man, she realized that he was on a bike pedaling frantically, and that he was being chased by zombies. <br><br><strong>“Marcus – have you much ammo in that gun of yours? I’m going to drive past this guy and swing the car across the road. When he passes us, we take down his pursuers, okay?”</strong><br><br>She was glad that they were going to try and help this man, and relieved that they had such a caring leader who was willing to go out of her way to help others. <br><br>As Claire came up to the man and started shouting orders, Olivia put her hand on the machete at her side. She wasn't that great with a gun, but a knife she knew, and she would help where she could. <br><br>She braced herself in the seat, and when the car came to a halt, she stepped out and crouched down with her machete in hand. At this angle she could see off to the side of the road and would be ready to shout if she saw something. Her nurses' instinct kicked in and she wanted to check on the man, but they would have time for that if they made it out of this alive. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kingmaster1</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 03:09:23</strong>
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				http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2up3bzm&amp;s=6 (http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2up3bzm&amp;s=6)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">MARCUS LERRON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> car, streets<br><strong>With:</strong> All<br><br>Marcus kept his eyes open for anything that could be considered odd, though nothing seemed to come to mind. He was surprised to see someone on a bike, trying to get away from some runners. When Claire pulled over Marcus followed orders, <strong>"I've got about three shots left"</strong>, he called back to her as he swung his door open. He immediately cocked his gun and took aim. He hated runners, a target moving that fast was always a challenge for him to hit. Once he let it get right on him before firing into it's face.<br><br>Even if they were helping this guy Marcus didn't want to take any chances and watched him get behind the car, even as he continued to aim. <strong>"I'll get the one on the far left!"</strong>, he called back after Claire announced her target.<br><br>The way their new 'friend' called out positions made Marcus think that his jacket wasn't just for show, he had a very military tone to him and in reality it made Marcus trust him a bit more. He knew for a fact that someone from the military would have some kind of group mentality, especially seeing as they relied on each other.<br><br>There was a white car that was next to them, almost like a line that the zeds shouldn't cross. He waited for the monster to get passed the car's first headlight before firing. He didn't know if he'd hit it but the wound in it's neck showed that he got it. He watched it fall over and could see it twitch like it was getting up but it couldn't seem to do so. Maybe these things needed to breath too but he didn't know.<br><br>He moved his gun towards the next one and waited to see if Claire had it before doing anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Damnedangel</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 17:48:13</strong>
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				Lilly looked at the two newcomers curiously, when her name was mentioned she smiled "Hi." She said simply then went back to looking out the window sighing quietly to herself.<br><br>'What was the date' she wondered to herself as she closed her eyes. Right now her manager would have been making her try on swimsuits or would he be making her dress up in the spring get up, rubbing her head she shuddered and opened her eyes. The world had gone to shit but being honest to herself she was happy, none of the men she'd met knew she was <em>that</em> type of model and none had tried to chat her up with cheesy chat up lines, thank god.<br><br>Lilly almost jumped out her skin as Claire announced there was a survivor. She leaned forward curiously and saw the man on the bike "How are we going to fit him in?" She asked watching as Claire, Charlie and Olivia jumped out the car, she stayed where she was looking for some kind of weapon incase she needed to help as well. Once again she felt useless that she didn't even know how to defend herself, opening the door she had the other side of the road covered and the back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 17:04:46</strong>
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				(http://www.tribute.ca/tribute_objects/images/stars/cherry_jones.jpg) <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">CLAIRE ANDERSON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> On a suburban side street, somewhere in NW Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> Lilly, Olivia, Marcus, Desi and the Pilot.<br><br><strong><em>"Clear to the rear, left and right. Covering here, call if you need help."</em></strong><br><br>The guy had a pistol. I just hoped he wasn’t going to shoot us.<br><br>I nodded back over my shoulder once. <em>Thanks.</em> <br><br>Focusing back on the three advancing zombies I heard my other new companion pick out the left hand one, which staggered and went down with a bullet in it’s neck. I aimed right between the eyes of the right hand one and let it get within about ten yards before squeezing the trigger. There was no sound.<br><br><strong>“Shit! Jammed gun! Can someone take them out?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 17:24:57</strong>
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				(http://www.zen90682.zen.co.uk/johndmini.jpg[/url]) <table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">John Donnelan</span></strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Where are they WITHIN the area covered by the thread</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> What PCs and NPCs are they currently with</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><br>John turned, "Friendly from the rear." He called out, stepping up beside the lady dressed as a cop, "Someone cover the rear arc."<br><br>He was a good shot, always had been. His brother had been better, when they were in the cadets his non-identical twin brother used to regularly win shooting competitions involving cadet units up and down the country. He had even qualified as a full marksman having cut his right hand, his trigger hand, on a flint wall deeply enough to later require stitches.<br><br>John wasn't quite that natural, but he was still good. He kept calm, laid the sights on the first target, the one on the extreme right and squeezed.<br><br>The PPK barked and a hole appeared just off centre on the targets nose, dropping him, the gun swung to the left, "I have him." He took a moment to aim, to breathe, the charging man now within only eight feet of him, squeezed again.<br><br>John had to step aside as the body continued its momentum and landed where he had been standing, its jaw missing.<br><br>He immediately turned to cover the right and check the rear. "Clear to front right and rear." He called out.&nbsp; "Don't like the looks of those houses though." English accent, his flightsuit read RAF, and featured a suppressed all green version of the union flag on his shoulder.<br><br>The name on the front of the suit being of course John Donnelan. There was no callsign, the RAF didn't tend to mess about with that sort of thing. His rank insignia marked him out as a 1st Lieutenant, though, that would likely not be immediately obvious to those not familiar with RAF symbology.<br><br>Without taking his eyes from the areas he had decided to cover he spoke up again, "The report of the pistols is going to draw them if your engine sound doesn't. If we are going to move, now would be a good time. Hello by the way. Pleased to meet you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kingmaster1</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 16:25:15</strong>
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				http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2up3bzm&amp;s=6 (http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2up3bzm&amp;s=6)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">MARCUS LERRON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> streets<br><strong>With:</strong> All<br><br>Marcus watched as the new guy took down one of the zeds and then jumped to the back, okay, he was impressive. The jacket he wore gave away that he was a military man and his name could just be made out as John.<br><br>Despite the situation Marcus laughed when the man introduced himself, "Nice to meet you too", he said back as he stood from the car. He put his gun away and patted the top of the car, "Good point, we should get out of here before a horde shows up", he said as he got back into the car.<br><br>He kept his eyes open for anything odd but, without warning, a zed jumped onto the hood of the car and started to paw at the window. "OI!", Marcus yelled before getting out of the car and popping one of the few bullets he had left. When it stopped moving he pushed the damn thing off the car and waited for the rest of them to get going.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 15:28:15</strong>
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				(http://www.tribute.ca/tribute_objects/images/stars/cherry_jones.jpg) <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">CLAIRE ANDERSON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> On a suburban side street, somewhere in NW Wellington<br><strong>With:</strong> Lilly, Olivia, Marcus, Desi and John Donnelan.<br><br>While I struggled with my jammed revolver, the man on the bicycle was able to shoot the third attacker and then Marcus got rid of one last one that had surprised us from over a garden fence. I winced as the remains were pushed off the hood of the cruiser, leaving a long red stain. It would need washing off when we got to a pond or reservoir, left like that it would soon stink.<br><br>I nodded at Marcus then turned to the new fellow. His pilots overalls had a name sewn over the left breast. There was also a Union Jack patch sewn on the upper arm. I read it and then stuck out my hand to shake his.<br><br><strong>"Mister Donnelan, pleased to meetcha. I'm Deputy Claire Anderson and this other gentleman here is Marcus Lerron, who I only met this mornin'. In the car are Olivia, Desi and Lilly."</strong> We shook hands. I continued. <strong>"English, huh? I guess its a long answer, but I'll ask anyway, and you can answer when we get going. Uh..."</strong> I put my hand to the door handle of the Jeep, down the hill more of them could be seen coming towards us, the sounds of the firearms having drawn them out. The sight broke my train of thought. <strong>"Hey, look, you wanna ride with us? You can sit in the back, there's plenty of room if you don't mind sharing with our rucksacks and I have straps to lash your bike to the roofbars."</strong><br><br>We needed to get moving, and fast. It was up to this English pilot if he wanted to join us or make his own way. After losing Charlie was I trying to compensate by inviting random male survivors to join me, or was I doing it because he was alone, only had a bike and an uphill ride?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 20:16:26</strong>
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				(http://www.zen90682.zen.co.uk/johndmini.jpg[/url]) <table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">John Donnelan</span></strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>On a suburban side street, somewhere in NW Wellington</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Lilly, Olivia, Marcus, Desi and Slightly dour faced cop lady Claire.</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>John nodded at this, "No time to strap the bike anywhere, and they are fairly easy to come by." He stepped over to the item in question, reached down hefted it and threw it to one side out of the way of the car before heading back to the vehicle already taking off his pack and reaching for the door. <br><br>"Lets not stand on ceremony eh? Soonest gone soonest no eaten. Gun-play does tend to draw such a crowd these days." He climbed into the very back of the car making room for himself among the packs and settling his own in before closing the door again, clearly understanding all too well the gravity of the situation and not wanting to stand on ceremony.<br><br>Once they were back under way again he spoke up, "I am not going to hold it against you, but I suspect I would have been alright if it hadn't been for the sound of your engine alerting these lads to have a look about. The bike was nice and quiet." He offered a smile, "Though I am certainly not ungrateful for the company. I was part of a training program down at Nellis when all this kicked off. Had some fun making it back to base from the hotel in Vegas they had us billeted in then the usual hurry up and wait for a bit, before being loaded onto a hercy bird pointed towards Cold Lake up in Canada. Only the herc developed fault and we had to land. I think you can guess the rest. The RAF Regiment boys did their best, but there are only so many bullets and before the ground crew could fix the problem we were overrun. I managed to leg it and have been living as best I can since. Sorry about the smell by the way, been on my own for a while without water to spare for washing myself or a spare set of togs. Something I would dearly like to change, though the local wildlife seem less apt to sniff me out now I am all au naturel. So, if you don't mind me asking, what's the plan, does anyone have any spare nine milly, as I am nearly out and I apologise for taking a day or two to memorize everyone's name."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 04:12:08</strong>
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				(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/lori103/Anime/girlgreenjacket-1.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">OLIVIA TUROW</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> In the car<br><strong>With:</strong>Lilly, Claire, Marcus and Desi and newcomer John<br><br>Olivia watched the man take down some more of the zombie's, his aim was well above average. It must have something to do with the military training, given his uniform. Marcus and Claire took down the rest of the undead and luckily none of them got close enough to the car for Olivia to be useful. <br><br>Standing up, she holstered her machete and nodded to the man when Claire said her name, not surprised that she invited the man along. He seemed to be as good with a gun as Charlie had been, but with a charming accent. Getting in after the man, she listened to his story, confirming that the uniform wasn't just something he found, but that he really was part of the RAF. And despite him not showering, she thought he smelled nice, although she hadn't bathed in a while as well and doubted the 'woodsy scent' suited her as well as it did him. <br><br>She looked back at John and gave a smile. "Like Claire said, I'm Olivia Turow. I'm a nurse, well I used to be anyway. Nice to meet you."&nbsp; She looked at Claire in the rear view mirror and spoke to the woman,&nbsp; "I'm not really sure what the plan is, but I sure would enjoy a wash. The cold doesn't really bother me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie apocalypse -- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kingmaster1</strong> on <strong>17-10-2012, 01:34:56</strong>
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				http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2up3bzm&amp;s=6 (http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2up3bzm&amp;s=6)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">MARCUS LERRON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> streets<br><strong>With:</strong> All<br><br>Marcus was on edge a bit as the rest of their group piled into the car and he made sure all of the doors were at least locked, though he didn't think those monsters knew how to work a door very well. he'd seen more than one smash a window open with its face.<br><br>He was glad that the englishman decided to join them, especially since someone with training could be of great help. relief watched over him as the car started moving and they were on their way again. He sighed a bit and nodded when everyone began talking about a wash, "I could stands for a bit of a rinse", he said as he looked back at Desi to see if she was okay and then out the window.<br><br>He already liked this new man, it might just be the accent, but he seemed like a nice enough guy.Any form of training could really help them do things, especially if he was a good shot, which seemed to be the case.
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