' Zombie - Land ' - { IC }
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				Title: <strong>' Zombie - Land ' - { IC }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KikuLei</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 00:17:25</strong>
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				&nbsp;{ Setting: Changes, however we'll be starting in the outskirts of a medium-sized area. The actual state is going to be Washington. I felt it would be fun to see how they would deal with it. However there will be travel onto the Country side. We will start with it being DAY , around 4:30 am so to scare the characters. }
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				Post by: <strong>KikuLei</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 00:40:28</strong>
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				&nbsp;Natalie had been staying in a motel recently in Washington, on the second floor she had heard a distinct sound. Laying in her bed, her blunt platinum bangs spread across her forehead. Her porcelain skin touching the white sheets. She blinked a few times , her make up still on. Only a light cherry gloss faded over time and eyeliner and eyeshadow. She hadn't been able to sleep, somthing was not right? She heard the faucet drip in the bathroom but felt bound to the bed. Wearing a white button-up shirt exposing her black lace bra and black short-shorts. She tip-toed out of her bed feeling as if she should have stayed when she turned on the lights and turned the knob. Looking around, nothing was out of place and there was nothing there. Until she heard a scream a few rooms down, she grabbed the bar from the closet which had fallen earlier when she opened the door. Her sapphire eyes aimed down and looked back up.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;She narrowed her eyes to the alarm clock, it was 4:32 AM. What was going on? As she tip-toed to the door she peaked out the door a single eye. There was a quite crooked looking man dragging himself down the hall-way with a hazey blue eye and ill-looking skin. He seemed to have barely any hair and be wearing.. a suit? Why such clothing? She looked down and closed the door grabbing her purse and her bright red coat which was the only one she had brought with her. A short red double breasted coat that was tight around her hips. Unwisely she slid her black ankle-boots on, their little heel moving with her. As she ran down the hall in the opposite direction of the way the Zombie was running. She looked side to side when coming at a cross and decided to move down using the elevator like a moron thinking it would help her avoid them. She then saw a man with a baseball bat attacking a zombie over the clerk's desk.
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				Post by: <strong>insaneplots</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 05:34:04</strong>
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				James was already up he only slept a few hours. remembering having to fed for himself in a factory full of infected had given him a fairly restless night. The Scream had him back on his feet he grabbed the Diamond wood bokken he had he opened the door and stepped out only to run into her at first it was a blur of red and blond hair. He turned to avoid falling catching her from falling herself by thrusting his arm out to catch her.<br><br>Seeing what she was running from he nodded "Get inside, only open if you hear my voice." a distinctive Scottish accent was heard as He stepped forward raising the bokken just over his head striking down hard in a vertical strike aimed for the top of the suit zombies head.<br><br>His room was full of various parts he looked like he was building something a hunting rifle lay on top of a case next to a brown leather long coat. a bowl filled with steel rings and a partially completed project from the looks of it a breast plate.
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 07:52:27</strong>
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				Kallisto's attempts to sleep were failing horribly, thanks to one set of obnoxious neighbors in the apartment below hers. Being in the third floor apartment of a middle class complex, she'd think she'd finally have gotten away from the loud partying and thumping of young people in the night. Hell, even she herself liked to party every now and then, but not quite like this.<br><br>Crawling out of bed in stark nudity with only her tattoos along her body, Kallisto let out a string of curses. Guess it was time to get ready and go downstairs and give those assholes a piece of her mind. Screaming and hollering at 4 something in the morning. She headed into the bathroom, pulling her long silken black hair into a low ponytail with a tendril falling thinly on each side of her face. Brushed her teeth, washed her face, and began to dress. A pinstripe halter-top (http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/spicylingeriestore_2133_1751124588) the size and coverage of a bikini top, a pair of long boot-cut leather pants (http://i942.photobucket.com/albums/ad267/JannayDiamond/spicylingeriestore_2137_459776829.jpg?t=1292135691), and a pair of tweed tesla ankle boots (http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/spicylingeriestore_2136_271794777). The tattooed woman then moved towards her door with long, almost furious strides, and burst out into the hallway. <br><br>"Oh... well damn..." Kallisto said suddenly, as her eyes scanned over the blood on the walls and the few zombies. For a moment, she studied the bodies that were creeping up out of the emergency stairwell, and knew immediately that they were probably bloodthirsty undead. Call her a geek, but her boss at the Ink Zone talked about the zombie apocalypse every day, almost as much as he talked about porn. Kalyani Stovall just as suddenly as having burst out of her door, jumped back inside of her room. <br><br>She shut the door of her apartment and bolted the lock, running through the room. Time to get on with an emergency plan. Major thing one was to pack her things, get to her car, and get out of the city. Kallisto moved through her room, jerking the duffel bag out from under her bed that she usually carried her gym things in. She tipped it, dumping the contents on the floor, before moving to her dresser. She packed three outfits tightly wound, and then a pair of slip-on Chuck Taylors in classic black and white in case her favored heeled boots broke. Then it was her tooth brush, a few other personal hygiene things, and her medications. Zipping up the bag, she slings the strap over her shoulder and heads back towards the door, looking now for a weapon. Her eyes search quickly as she suddenly hears banging on the door. Great, fantastic!<br><br>Kallisto has an idea though. Grabbing an old school wooden broom, she kicks the head with her heel and twists the rod until the wooden shaft came loose. Holding up the wooden rod in one hand, she unbolts her door and opens it, preparing the stick for when it opens to slam the base end into the face of the zombie that decided to knock...<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Hart</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 16:31:15</strong>
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				Leon heard them coming before he saw them. The odd, guttural yowls and moans echoed off the alleys and lanes in and around the streets of his out-of-town, Washington apartment block. It was just luck he was eating noodles on his windowsill and had the perfect view of their shambling, sometimes frantic, sometimes lethargic, approach.<br><br>At first he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. It was like something out of a movie. The oddly-postured silhouettes dipping in and out of the yellow streetlight, it might've been some kind of Halloween parade. 'Cept Halloween was more than a month ago. Then he saw how the 'masses' leaped on a shop-owner closing up for the night. They way they tore at him, baying for blood... <em>Or brains</em>, he thought horrified to the point of inaction. He'd actually dropped his plastic cup of dinner, watching it fall towards another group of undead far below. He never saw it hit though, Leon was already inside locking the doors before it reached the ground.<br><br>Sliding the bolt shut on his bedroom window he paused, struck by the immense stupidity of his actions. Lock himself in his apartment? At the top of a building whilst the living dead stream into the foyer? If those late night horror movies had taught him one thing, it's that locking yourself inside always turned out badly. So he turned his mind to escape.<br><br><em>This is nuts. I'm no survival expert... No Van Damme-Rambo motherfu-</em> The noises that echoed up the stairwells stalled his cynical thinking. He thought he'd heard a scream mingled into the dull moan and shuffling. Leon knew this was do-or-die. He had to move.<br><br>Without any self-questioning he picked up his favourite leather sling-bag (http://leathereden.com/images/medium/Postbagtan_MED.jpg) emptying out its contents hurriedly. A small wad of cash and his treasured green iPod the only things he put back in. Next went in the first few shirts he found lying around his bedroom, some jeans, a leather jacket and, with some forethought, a metal flashlight. <em>Almost done</em>, he thought pulling on a grey hoodie (http://www.us.allsaints.com/downloads/Image/product/xlarge/MKJ537-107-1.jpg), some slim, black jeans (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSI1L9Db3wQ/SRMRO4JCNYI/AAAAAAAAlzg/UO0ge4OKrR8/s400/Mens%2BCrafted%2BBlack%2BSkinny%2BZip%2BJeans.jpg) and hurriedly lacing up his red Chucks (http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/b/0/0/66/9/AAAAC-ercA4AAAAAAGadeA.jpg?v=1250149938000). Jumping his couch before sliding up to the door, Leon paused to check the peep-hole. It told him that at least the one yard outside his door was clear. <em>Good enough</em>.<br><br>He looked back, surveying his home. How could he have forgotten?! He dashed back to the window he came in from and pulled out a nicely worn-in Lousiville Slugger (http://www.groomsonline.com/store/graphics/00000001/PER.jpg) from the umbrella rack. There was something awfully fitting about it. <em>Time to go</em>.<br><br>Quickly and quietly opening the door, Leon breathed a sigh of relief to find his corridor deserted. With no where else to go he took the closest stairwell down a level and caught a glimpse of a scantily-dressed lady dashing back in her apartment whilst, on the total opposite side of the floor, several corpses crept up the other stair well.<br><br>Feeling like he was trapped between a rock and a hard place, Leon rode the wave of fear that swept over him and dashed up to the door which not moments ago slammed shut. The dead had not yet noticed the young man and so, gripping his bat tightly, he pounded on the door, not ever taking his eyes off the threat.<br><br><em>Please open...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ' Zombie - Land ' - { IC }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fantasy Fan</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 18:26:17</strong>
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				Derek yawned as he meandered through the shop's aisles, wishing he was somewhere else. The yawn was brought on by boredom rather than lack of sleep, as the college student had been given the "graveyard shift," and hadn't seen a single customer in over an hour. He was getting paid overtime for it though, and he didn't have any classes the next day to make him regret it...more than he already was. "Tommy's Things that Go <em>Boom</em>!" was probably one of the largest, if not the largest, gun retailers in all of Washington, but to think that they'd see customers at 4:30 in the morning was just stupid. Tommy Broyovich, the store owner, was slumped over the counter at the back of the store, and looked as though he hadn't had the foresight to get some sleep before coming in. Derek simply sighed as he pulled a 180 and started walking down yet another aisle, wondering where the other 2 employees had gotten to.<br><br>A few minutes later, Derek was pulled away from his inspection of the "Mace and Sprays" section by the jingling of the bell on the store's entrance. Excitement welled up in him a bit, they never saw customers during the graveyard shift, and he hurried to the end of the aisle to try and find the customer. Derek made it out of the aisle in time to see the "customer," a middle aged woman with long brown hair and a panicked expression tearing through the store toward the back. Unsure of what the woman was doing, Derek started to move around to follow her, but the he heard the door open again. Hoping to catch the customer this time, Derek through on a broad grin and turned toward the door, only to find an ugly man with an apparently broken ankle, a lazy eye, and some horribly sickly looking skin, shambling toward him.<br><br>The man immediately focused on Derek and seemed to begin moving faster, but Derek just stared at him, uncertain as to what was going on. Derek thought that for all the world the guy looked like what a zombie should, but zombies weren’t real; to think that the dead could come back to life was ridiculous! Wasn’t it? Still uncertain, Derek began backing away from the man, toward the back of the store in the direction that the woman had run. Then Nate, one of the other employees working the graveyard shift, popped up from Derek’s left, with a big fake grin and a hand extended, walking toward the man. Derek and Nate usually had competitions to see who could make the most sales, but Nate was just an idiot.<br><br>Derek’s paranoia seemed to be sound though, as the would be customer suddenly grabbed Nate by the shoulders, and bit into his throat, blood immediately spraying out and down Nate’s body. Revolted, Derek turned and sprinted toward the back of the store, eyes as wide as a deer’s. When he reached the back counter, he found Tommy comforting the panicked woman, but knew they didn’t have time for that. Without a word, Derek vaulted over the counter and went through the door behind it into the storeroom. He tore through racks and packages before finding what he was looking for: an FP6 sawn-off shotgun. Returning to the counter, and ignoring Tommy’s look of utter confusion, Derek waited.<br><br>After only a few moments, the zombie came into view, shambling toward the counter with Nate’s dark red blood smeared across its mouth and chin. In the classic movie style, the creature’s hands were out in front of it, as if reaching for its next meal, and its mouth hung open. Before it came within ten feet of the counter though, Derek fired and took the thing’s head clean off, the body dropping back onto the floor, and remaining there. Immediately, Tommy began shooting off question after question, but Derek just ignored him. <em>A zombie? Does that mean it’s the fucking apocalypse? Holy shit…what am I gonna do? Fuck this man..fuck this!</em> The thought that he might die before it was actually <em>legal</em> for him to drink only served to concern and piss Derek off even more, so he moved around the counter, steering clear of the ‘dead’ zombie, and moved into the aisles, careful to keep his gun ready.<br><br>He started by grabbing a duffle bag off of a shelf and then moved around, stuffing various things into it. A Kevlar vest, Ka-Bar bowie knife, flares, a flashlight, machete, and any number of other paraphernalia were shoved into it as he wove through aisles. Derek ended up at the end of an aisle, toward the entrance, when he noticed Nate’ body lying on the ground. Knowing full well what became of people after a zombie attack, he slowly marched toward the corpse and then, steeling himself and looking away, pulled the trigger. When he looked back, no part of Nate’s face was recognizable. Derek suppressed a shudder and then moved back toward the counter. Tommy seemed to have figured out what was going on, or perhaps the woman had told him, because he too had a shotgun in his hands, and the woman was holding a pistol.<br><br>Derek didn’t say anything as he passed them; he simply moved back into the store room and began rooting through the shelves again. He found what he wanted pretty quickly, and added an MP5 submachine gun and a crowbar to the duffle bag. Setting the bag down, he pulled out waist holster and a larger, back holster. Fastening both of them on, Derek slid a Glock 35 semiautomatic pistol into the holster on his waist, and then, after reloading it, slid his FP6 into the larger one on his back. Then, he found as much ammunition as he could, and stuffed it all into the bag.<br><br>As he walked back out of the room, Derek didn’t even look at Tommy, who was aghast at being stolen from by his own employee, or the woman. They were on their own, as far as he was concerned. He moved through the back rooms toward the employee parking lot, wanting to get the fuck out of that place before getting trapped behind a counter with nowhere to go. It occurred to him that he hadn’t seen Garrett, the other employee for some time either, and then he heard Tommy scream… Derek tried to ignore it as he fished out his keys and opened the door of his Cadillac Escalade, throwing the duffle bag onto the passenger’s seat before getting into his own and starting the car, grateful to have a trust fund. Shifting the large SUV into drive, Derek locked the cars and pulled off onto the street, ready to play Zombie Smasher.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ' Zombie - Land ' - { IC }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KikuLei</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 18:46:38</strong>
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				&nbsp;Natalie, stopped by a man coming out of his room slid across his arm pausing for a moment loooking at him, her blonde hair swung over a single shoulder. She seemed about ready to attack but then stopped and nodded somewhat unsure as she stepped into his room quickly looking around. She then blinked a few times, who ever that nice man was he stopped her from going to the elevator though as she looked down at the streets from a window she paused. Her mouth opened a bit, she was going to take his word and not come out til she heard him. However as she looked at the streets she could see a woman running across the street with a baby , her white pajamas covered in blood. Natalie looked around the room for a moment , holding her iron bar tightly. She looked around his room and grabbed a pack of matches for later figuring they might be of use later. Only six matches left in it however. As Natalie looked around sliding the matches in her coat pocket. If this man stayed with her then they would have higher chances of surviving most likely. She then noticed outside the window, her red monte carlo. Its back window shattered and it seemed to be going off but she honestly had no time to worry about that.<br><br>As Natalie looked down she only wished she would have had time to put on some pants. It was probably going to be cold outside and short-shorts weren't ideal for survival though neither were ankle-boots and her coat wasn't very thick. She put on her little black gloves from her pocket. Her small diamond earrings still in. She aimed her sapphire eyes to the ceiling as she sat on the mans bed thinking. He'd probably need a coat or somthing. She took ahold of his brown leather coat and took a scarf that was on the end-table waiting around the corner of the door. Peeking about she looked down, there were alot of building supplies in here, surely he had some more items that would be useful. Looking around bending over to view his supplies she shook her head. She had no idea what would be useful for survival, she was a secretary for crying out loud! Lifting both brows as she looked at the door, it seemed to be shaking from the violence going on outside the room. Holding his coat over her arm with the scarf she had found she was quite uneasy and kept pacing around the room until the door shook once more. She readied her iron bar prepared. Who would win Zombie versus man wasn't an ideal situation honestly.
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				Post by: <strong>insaneplots</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 19:11:09</strong>
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				James move on both instinct and skill he had been a kendo student for years. And the weapon of his choice was among the highest quality. Those undead on the level met with a single swift strike to the neck or top of their heads. When he was certain that the coast was clear enough he called back to his room "Start loading as much as you can into the ruck sacks." he hadn't strayed far from his door moving only when they came within range they were slow and time was on his side if he waited for the one or two to get close enough. <br><br>The leather coat was heavy more so than just the thick leather the sound of metal moving could be heard. He had modified the coat with chainmail in the sleeves. A project he had been working on before this the outbreak that proved useful. the room had no luggage just old military Ruck sacks, one loaded halfway with cloths the other had a few supplies food water Toilet paper, one bag was completely empty for reloading the chainmail supplies and a few items at the desk and bed. His Id and work badge were on the nightstand He worked for a development firm as a lead engineer.&nbsp; He knocked on the door " All clear for now." He said standing at the door a bit of Blood on his grey t-shirt and jeans he wore normal work boots around his neck a necklace made of dark green and dark blue ring woven to look like they were braided.
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 21:39:43</strong>
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				Kallisto had made it to the elevator, and was heading down to the lobby floor. The far end of her broomstick was now stained with blood, but the thick sturdy wood held up pretty good. As the elevator lights came down to <strong>1</strong>, the doors opened and about ten or fifteen zombies were waltzing around in the lobby. She wrapped her fingers tightly around the shaft and took off, hurling her body towards the door as soon as a second had passed and a path was made. Kallisto raced, and she heard the screeching hunger of zombies coming towards her after she took off. But her long legs carried her far, and she burst through the door, sending the double glass panes flying outwards and slamming into the brick foundation of the outside of the Willow Oaks apartment complex. <br><br>Her car was not far, down the street a little ways. Kalyani never stopped running. All the aerobics classes she taught were based around Tae-Bo, as well as a few track practices to keep her body in a good enough shape to run a mile without stopping to take a break since then. Soon enough, or sooner than expected, Kallisto came up upon her dark violet PT Cruiser. She pulled keys out of her pocket and jingled them into the door. Her car had a few scratches on the side that weren't there the day before, but the still intact tinted windows and lack of hood damage made her think that she was rather lucky. <br><br>Inside, she shut the door and shoved the broomstick into the backseat, cranking the car and slamming the gas pedal down. Pulling into the street she plowed through a few zombies before finding the road clearer. A right turn, then a left, and she was heading out of the city at 90mph...<br><br><div align="center">-XXX-</div><br>Driving, now free of the innermost section of the city, she saw fewer and fewer undead. But Kallisto also knew that she needed to get her Ink Zone backpack in the backseat and fill it with food. Especially if she was going to be on the run to who-knows-where. Coming out of the outskirt suberbs, she saw a worn and somewhat tattered billboard on the right side of the road.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 32pt;" class="bbc_size">The</span></span>&nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-family: algerian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">JOKER</span></span><br><span style="font-family: helvetica;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">COFFEE SHOP</span></span></div><br>Kallisto's fingers hugged the wheel a little bit tighter. The Joker Coffee Shop was a little cafe and side mart, originated in Penwell, Texas but was copied in Washington after the one in Penwell was abandoned. She knew a little about it because the manager had come to get the logo tattooed on the back of their shoulder. It was a smaller building, almost the size of your normal mom 'n pop shop. Cement block exterior and general architecture though served a good purpose. Perhaps it was still standing, or not breached. And if it had been breached by zombies, it could've have been many or by much. With it being so tough to get in beyond using the door, it might've even had survivors hiding out inside. Even better, is Kallisto knew there was food there. Maybe, just maybe, it'd be a good stronghold. Regardless, it was the target of Kallisto's first stop on the apocalyptic survival drive. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ' Zombie - Land ' - { IC }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KikuLei</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 01:40:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;Natalie nodded at the man putting a few guns into a sack that weren't tampered with so much they were falling apart. This man was obviously a creator. After placing three guns inside she then looked around sliding as much as she could into the sack even a few useless things like ciggarettes and a lighter. Bullets sliding in as well as a few tools. She then looked to him and began to aim her eyes down. " Do you think we should find others, there is power in numbers right?" she asked questioningly. There are a few doors closed and locked that the zombie's have passed. "&nbsp; I am sure we can use that van outside, its doors are open and the keys are still probably inside. " She commented looking to the window. In the street was a white van with its driver-side door open wide. She looked to him. "&nbsp; We could probably fit alot in there? " she questioned. After poking her head out seeing a blueish colored man twitching on the ground. She lifted a brow. " ...I wonder if they die...or just get worse and worse.. " she commented , his jaw hanging off his face swinging her iron bar into his face upward as if she were a golf player. " Quiet, I'm talking. " she said softly. She was quite the spicey one it seemed.<br><br>&nbsp;She teased her platinum hair a bit , her lips parted as she sighed looking up. " I don't think it is wise to stay in one place for long either.. " she held the sacks tightly with the bar in her other hand, purse over her shoulder. Stepping towards the elevator she then&nbsp; saw it was covered in blood from the Zombie's attacks. She looked back at him " Are you coming or do you have a better idea? The Joker Coffee Shop is on the outskirts and is The Jokers Coffee Shop.. no one goes their anymore ever since murders kept happening around it in the 70's " she commented. The one in Texas was partially burned&nbsp; and was left abandoned. However where Washington meets Oregon&nbsp; the Joker Coffee Shop meets the two states. Natalie remembered the stories she read in High-school about it and even seeing the newspaper clippings the teachers collected. Sure there were alot of murders that happened there, but that was in the 70's. Natalie was SURE that it was safe now.
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				Post by: <strong>insaneplots</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 01:59:24</strong>
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				James went in, making sure she didn't leave his project behind Sure enough the chain breast plate was laying where he set it. he grabed a few things extra she had left. He grabbed his own keys just in case the van wasn't abandoned like they thought. "Just cover the rear I'll handle the one in front. Stay close and whatever you do don't get right infront of me." He followed after her as the door closed one last lingering zombie reach in he stepped back lifting the bokken and thrust forward hard the tip punched threw and knocked the zombie to the ground.<br><br>"It's small, we can get some supplies but it's better to find a more fortified location. and My truck is just on the other wide of the entrance from it. That's our first choice." He said taking his coat and slipping it on after he put on the breast plate he looked at her and tapped it the chain mesh clicking as his finger touched it " Bite proof The jacket sleeves shoulder and back are the same." He said as he took one of the back and slipped his arm threw one of the shoulder straps. When the door opened he moved swinging the hard wooden sword with practice even off balance from the bag and wearing the armor he swung with enough force to knock the slow moving undead down and out. He made his way out seeing his truck on one side and the van the other "I have a full tank and spare cans in mine we check the van if it's safe we can take both. More supplies the better." As he spoke one of them grabed his arm and bit down the maill held up as the thing couldn't get past it and the leather of the coat. his free arm swung down on the undead biting him the sickly crunch and spurt of it's head getting beaned by the bokken was the last thing before it fell "At least it works." he commented running over the set the bag by his Izuzu Rodeo. He was set to use his truck until he couldn't anymore.
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				Post by: <strong>Fantasy Fan</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 03:57:42</strong>
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				Derek had slowed down his car's speed considerably as he had gotten further away from the city's downtown, closer to its more suburban streets. Initially, he'd simply slammed his foot down on the gas and hit anything that got in front of him, hoping that they were the undead. He'd been slowing down gradually as the roads had cleared and people, both living and otherwise, had become less populous. Derek could only guess at the reasons behind it. Obviously, there were less people the farther from the city that you got, but his theory was that the zombies which had originated at the outskirts had all swarmed inward, where there was likely to be more...food. The last thought sent another shiver down Derek's spine, but he tried to ignore it.<br><br>Now that there were less people, Derek actually started to swerve in order to hit any zombies that he saw on the road. The more of them he killed, the less people stuck without a car would die, or so he hoped. As he sped up to get past a clump of zombies, not wishing to try hitting them all at once, Derek thought he caught a glimpse of another moving car, probably just under a mile ahead of him on the road. <em>Could it be a zombie that just happened to have its foot on the pedal? Or maybe they're dead...with cruise control on, or their foot stuck on the gas. Fuck...why the fuck did all of this happen?!</em> His knuckles turned white as Derek gripped the steering wheel tighter and decided to slow down, trying to keep out of the other car's view. It didn't really make sense to do so, since if the person was a zombie or dead, they wouldn't even notice him anyway. But he wanted to be careful, so he hung back.<br><br>A few miles further down the road, Derek slammed on his brakes. The other car, which was a very distinct violet PT Cruiser, was turning into the parking lot of some sort of Coffee Shop. The name sounded vaguely familiar to him, but he couldn’t really remember why. After a few moments of hesitation, Derek turned the steering wheel sharply and veered off the road, toward the Coffee Shop. He slowed down to the point that he was almost at a crawl as Derek’s car got closer to the joint. Steeling himself, Derek slowly pulled up next to the PT Cruiser and, after a few seconds, rolled his window down about halfway, hand ready to draw his pistol.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ' Zombie - Land ' - { IC }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 09:13:10</strong>
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				Kallisto had finally come up to it- but she also noticed something in the background. Another car, it seemed like. And though Kalyani thought that zombies couldn't drive, she knew driven-mad people could drive. People looking to stock supplies and escape. People who would, if they were tailing her, would maybe even fight for supplies- though she didn't have much but clothes and hygiene things, and a broomstick. But she'd find out soon enough. It got closer and closer, until finally she saw The Joker Coffee Shop, and pulled in. There was no driveway or parking lot, but instead a graveled rectangle of space big enough for ten or twelve cars in the front. She pulled into the right side, and watched the other car pull up next to her. Her windows were tinted, so it would be hard to see anything as she noted he pulled his window down halfway. She couldn't however get good details on what he looked like. So she turned off her car and opened her door an inch, before sliding one leg out. Then she slowly pushed the door open a little more, and came out, standing, the neon arrow light of the cafe giving her tanned skin a slightly yellow tint. She nodded to the half-opened window, and noticed he looked human. <br><br>"Hey, no harm done here kiddo, I'm red-blooded and alive just like you." Kallisto said, nodding to him. She then reached into her car, into the passenger seat and pulled out her duffel bag and shut the door to her car, locking it. Moving to the back, she popped the trunk and took out the backpack, before shutting that too. Moving to the door, she looked inside the dusty red cement building and noticed the main lights were off, only a few fridge and bakery lights on as well as the arrow overhead the place. She noted in her mind this meant two things. No one had breached to the inside, and also that it was closed- and even more so, locked. <br><br>Reaching into her backpack she found two things. A mini-flathead screwdriver meant for glasses and minor technological fixes, and a handy tattoo gun. She unhooked the guard on the tattoo gun, and slid the needle edge into the lock, pulling the trigger and pushing the needle deeper. Then she stuck the flathead into the lock and began to jiggle it, twisting lightly. She hadn't broke into anything since she'd broken into her brother's stuff when he would come back from the army so she could see his guns and Iraq pictures. She heard the needle clicking, and soon the door gave, a softer click coming to be as the chime over the door jingled.<br><br>Turning back, she held up the tattoo gun into the air and smiled at the other guy, her other hand resting on her bare side with the flathead screwdriver pressed against her skin with the silver tip facing outward. <br><br>"It's unlocked, if you'd like to come in for coffee before we continue with this apocalypse business." Kallisto said with a wide, devious grin as she turned her hazel brown hues back into the building and stepped inside, dropping her things on the counter next to the cash register, and looking for the light switch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ' Zombie - Land ' - { IC }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hart</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 17:30:49</strong>
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				His heart had seemingly frozen for the ten seconds he waited, every one dragging on for an eternity. But, though he banged it once or twice more, there was no answer. This left Leon a little exposed in a hallway whilst the zombies prowled onto the floor.<br><br>It only took another two seconds for the first of the enterprising group to spot him. The thing’s yellowing eyes seemed to grow brighter as its distended jaw rasped something. <em>Probably it’s joy at finding food</em>, Leon mused. The zombie seemed to be a big eater in its past life, it’s bloated greying form taking up a large part of the corridor. <em>Old habits.</em> Though in a way this was a positive, for he could see the rest of the pack clawing at the leader, trying to get around. They weren’t the most coordinated punch these ones.<br><br>Leon was on tenterhooks, caught between flight and fight. Faced with fear, his knuckles were white on the baseball bat. As it came to within steps of him, something clicked inside and without thinking his arms swung. His lean muscles obeying with relish, imparting quite a force into ol’ Slugger, which contacted into the fat zombies head with a sickening and resounding <em>Crack!</em><br><br>The thing instantly fell sideways into another companion, pinning them to the wall whilst yet another stumbled over its immense frame. Leon momentarily marvelled at his swing, before he brought the bat up again for an overhead strike at another zombie. <em>Crack!</em> It buckled to the ground, he had managed to split it’s skull open.<br><br>Disgusted but wired, Leon weighed his options. And having incapacitated the two and held up the rest, he turned tail and ran. Back the way he came, back down the other stairwell. His car was parked around the back of the building. He hadn’t remembered seeing zombies around there earlier. He could only hope that this was still the case.<br><br>As Leon burst through the fire escape he found himself in an empty alley, though the drone of the living dead could still be heard nearby. And there it was, his precious Volkswagen Golf GTi (http://www.carpages.co.uk/volkswagen/volkswagen_images/volkswagen_golf_gti_20_07_05.jpg) sat unmolested, save the one zombie that seemed to be walking it in circles. <em>Only one!</em> His spirits lifting he sprinted for the car. Taking the zombie by surprise he used his momentum to deliver a flying swipe at its head, splaying it across the bonnet before it slid down and crumpled in a pile.<br><br>“Oh man you <em>had</em> to get blood on my car didn’t you?!” he yelled at the ‘dead’ corpse. Realising the stupidity in yelling at this moment, he quickly unlocked the car, threw his stuff in the back, stowed his bat in passengers seat. He was on the verge of gunning the engine when he saw on a street not far in front of him, a purple car zipping past. <em>A survivor!</em> He wasn’t as alone as he had thought he was. With not a moment to spare he accelerated off in pursuit.<br><br>Though he never quite caught up, he did catch glimpse of it now and then; turning a corner, its lights in the distance. Leon didn’t think he or she had noticed him, wouldn’t it have stopped? At times he was merely guessing the way it had went.<br><br>After a while he figured he had lost it. A panic almost stole over him now. What would he do? Where would he go? Aimlessly following the roads, he figured that going north would be the best idea. Maybe he could outrun the infection to somewhere safer? It was just as he was about to pull up his map book that he found him, or rather, them.<br><br>He saw the outlines of two cars parked in front of a battered, old-fashioned road cafe. “The Joker,” he whispered to himself as he slowed his approach, hoping not to startle anyone, “sounds like a great place in a time like this. Laughter’s the best medicine right?”<br><br>He got out cautiously, acutely aware of the eerie silence this far out of town. He reached back into the car for his things and, gripping the baseball bat tightly, walked towards the door that hung ajar. He decided against calling out, in case the zombies had already got this far and the car-owners had already, ‘changed sides’ so to speak. Creeping up, he peaked through the door and found inside two people. A lady, rather dressed-down for the occasion, leant on the counter talking to another man around his age.<br><br>With no more ceremony, he pushed the door open slightly and cleared his throat. “Uhm hi... didn’t mean to surprise you,” he called out, feeling slightly awkward despite the situation. Maybe he should’ve knocked? “I’m Leon. So is this a hideout? Mind if I join you? I can make a good coffee and there’s a bit too much ‘Zombie flick’ going on here for my liking,” he added with a wry smile, leaning on the doorframe as he waited on their answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ' Zombie - Land ' - { IC }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fantasy Fan</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 06:20:47</strong>
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				Derek let out a breath that he hadn't realized he'd been holding when the PT Cruiser's door opened, albeit slowly, and a woman stepped out. As far as he could tell, she was still living and showed no signs of becoming undead any time soon. He felt himself blush at when she spoke though, hoping that she wasn't offended at his initial lack of trust. After all, they were all just trying to survive now, right? Sticking together began to sound better and better to Derek, so he followed the woman's, and a considerably hot one at that, example and rolled up his window before turning the keys and pulling them out of the ignition. At first, Derek had thought about leaving the car running, but he didn't know how long they'd be at the Cafe, and why leave the car so open for someone else to steal?<br><br>As he opened the door of his SUV, Derek grabbed the duffle bag off of the passenger's seat and then stepped down onto the gravel, eyes tense and free hand ready to whip out a gun. God but he was paranoid. Though, he considered, there was good enough reason to be. He then moved around the front of his Cadillac and simply watched as the woman, looking for all the world like a professional, pulled out some sort of needle-thing and went to town on the Cafe's door. <em>Damn! She looks like she knows what the fuck she's doing. Seems like I've found myself a bad girl...</em> When Kallisto turned around to face him, flashing a smile, Derek couldn't help but grin back at her, his dark green eyes meeting her hazel ones. Her question brought out a chuckle, and he simply slung his duffle bag over his shoulder as he moved toward the door, "Why, I don't mind if I do. Thank you for getting the door."<br><br>He followed her into the joint, making sure that the door closed all the way behind them, and then moved to sit lazily at a table near the counter, facing the door. Derek eyed the woman as she found the light switch, wondering how the hell she’d wound up in the clothes she was wearing. <em>I suppose I shouldn’t be complaining…probably won’t see anything like her for a long time, with all this shit going on.</em> As he sat there, the woman returning to lean on the counter beside the register, Derek pulled out his shotgun, just to be on the safe side, and casually leaned back in his chair, grinning at her. “My name’s Derek, for what its worth. Derek Harvey. I don’t suppose you’d mind sharing some company for awhile? We’re probably better off with more than one pair of eyes, after all.”<br><br>Then, Derek caught the unmistakable sound of another car driving over gravel, before it shut off and a door shut. Well, that probably meant they weren’t going to have a zombie on their hands, well, not yet at least. But it could always be someone that’s infected. He shot a glance toward the woman, gesturing toward the door with his FP6, leaving the shotgun aimed at the entrance. As another man opened the door, Derek made sure that he could see the shotgun. He spoke quickly, and a lot. Once he was done, Derek just looked at Kallisto, after all, he had followed her here, so she was in charge, the way he figured it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ' Zombie - Land ' - { IC }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 12:22:55</strong>
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				Auriok stifled a yawn and wiped his eyes as he stood at a empty street. He was tired beyond a reasonable doubt having worked for the longest he had ever felt at the hospital. It had been a rough night for them all up there. They had all heard the rumors about a zombie plague but as doctors they dismissed the idea, after all it wasn't medically possible for zombies to be real. Not yet at least but tonight was definantly a bad night to be out and about it seemed. Ambulances were coming in all over the place and bringing in people who were "bitten" by a sickly looking fellow who tried to eat them and then ran off when the person got ride of them, killed them or help arrived. The hospital was swarmed with patients as they tried to figure out what was wrong with them for they all displayed different stages of whatever was ailing them but not once did any of the doctors think it was a zombie virus but a new virus made by terrorists to attack the US again.<br><br>For Auriok though, the possibility of zombies was never far from his mind as he watched the patients degrade into madmen and try to bite the doctors administering them. It was chaotic in the hospital that when he finally left after seeing to god knows how many people, his nerves were on their ends. The blood, moans and bloodcurdling screams mixed with shouted orders from doctors, nurses and others were stuck in his head and he needed to get away to clear his head and get a few winks of sleep, but before he left he had sneaked up on him a bone saw, just in case he met one of these people out on the streets. Unknown to him though the dead did indeed walk the streets but he was fortunate enough not to run into any of them yet until he stood at the street corner he was at now.<br><br>Standing there on the street corner before he went, he could hear the sounds of the city around him but they were different. More screams, more sirens, it worried him about what was happening but it the moment he could care less as he walked home when he saw a figure stumble in front of him out of the shadows. At first he thought it was either a drunk or a homeless person but then the person stumbled under one of the street lights that he could see that it looked like one of the victims at the hospital. "Sir, are you ok?" he asked, only to be answered by a moan as the man moved slowly closer to him and he himself moved towards the man. "Sir just sit down. I'm a doctor, I might be able to help." he said, reaching an arm out to touch him when the man threw his face up and gnashed his teeth together while lunging and knocking Auriok to the ground.<br><br>To say that he was scared was an understatement and without managing to get himself bitten Auriok forced the zombie off and got up to remove the bone saw that he had secreted under his jacket and without even thinking he brought it crashing down on the zombies skull, embedding it there as it died. Releasing the handle, Auriok shivered not from cold or that he had killed someone who was once alive, but from the fact that it looked like the zombie virus was very real. He had thought it an impossibility but there was unliving proof right there in front of him but he shook his head. He didn't want to think about it right now so he retrieved his bone saw, after several attempts to pull it out of the skull, and went down the alleyway the zombie had came while hoping no more were in there.<br><br>As he was coming out he saw a lead pipe on the ground discarded and decided to take it with him since it had a slightly longer reach than the bone saw and the continued on his was carefully. He could hear the moans of the undead as he walked about and saw them too, but he was careful not to be seen, but when he did he would quickly dispatch them before they somehow brought more and then moved on before he he came out of another alley and in front of him was The Joker Coffee shop. Seeing the place made him sigh in relief as it meant that he was half way home now, if he could make it that far at that, but he noticed that several cars were parked in front of the place. He always thought the place was closed this late at night, and after looking down both ways of the street and it didn't seem like there were any zombies to be seen yet, he crossed the street to bang on the door heavily with the lead pipe while opening slowly with his other hand. "Hello," he said as he slipped inside and saw several people already there and armed, "none of you have been bitten right? or have any other injuries?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ' Zombie - Land ' - { IC }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>insaneplots</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 16:28:58</strong>
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				James came around his truck to see man laying against his tire he was still breathing from teh look of him a zombie with a hole in it's head beside him he loaded the bags into his truck and looked at the man. "You've been bitten?"<br><br>The man merely nodded. he was in a business suit covered in blood.<br><br>James lifted his bokken "You know whats going to happen you'll die and then turn. Would you like me to save you that fate?" he said hold the bokken up. as the man nodded again a single clean strike and the man fell out with his skull broken down center.<br><br>He looked to his blonde travel companion "We better get going. Forget the van lets move." He said waiting for her to get in she had half of the gear he brought in with him and didn't want to lose it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ' Zombie - Land ' - { IC }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 01:38:30</strong>
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				After having let herself and the stranger inside, Kallisto realized that the place was gathering up business rather quickly. Three men came and joined her in the end. After about ten minutes, they'd raked in some curious company, or at least she had. Each seemed to exude a different personality, one Kallisto studied in the most basic by traveling her eyes along their bodies and studying the body language as well as the attire. The tattooed woman waited til the last was inside before she spoke, a sly grin crooking her full lips to the side as she put her hands on her rather rich and fairly endowed hips.<br><br>"My name is Kalyani, everyone, and I go by the nickname Kallisto. You sir who makes the coffee, this place has far more than just the things to make a good coffee. If you could make a cappuccino, I'd might be having the best day of my new apocalyptic lifestyle. And beyond that, lock the door. Welcome, I don't own this place, I just came to originally pick up supplies but I think I'll be staying here for the night just to gather up, eat, and prepare for the long trip ahead."<br><br>She tapped her nails on the glass bakery case at the counter, staring down at the many different muffins, cakes, cookies, and pies. Then in a refrigerator with a glass door laid shelves that held sub sandwiches and colder desserts or candies that would've otherwise melted without the cool flow of air. Then a similar glass fridge next to that one having bottled drinks and things. She opened the bakery case along the counter and reached inside, grabbing a maple pecan scone draped in a layer of icing. She broke off the tip with her fingertips and nails, then slipped it in her mouth, avoiding getting the white glaze on her lips. She then looked over at her bag and smiled, swallowing the first bite of the little treat before looking up at the others.<br><br>"So, let's talk about skills and shit, since we apparently are going to be here for a while or having "customers". I'm a tattoo artist in training, with a part time job as an aerobics trainer." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ' Zombie - Land ' - { IC }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KikuLei</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 02:23:32</strong>
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				{ Sorry I've been gone, now that christmas is over I can return. }<br><br>&nbsp;Natalie followed James as they ran , her heels clicking with each step as she flew behind him. A strike of blonde hair and crimson going in a swift motion as she looked at the man on the ground she covered her mouth at his foul wounds. Looking at James as he spoke to him she lifted a brow not knowing how to comment. As he then cracked his head in two Natalie just shook her head. " I don't believe that this is really happening.. " she whispered. Literally&nbsp; looking side to side as she followed him like a puppy not knowing what to do at this point. She was in doubt of some of her own ideas and that wasn't like her. She was normally so sure of herself. " What the hell are supposed to do with all these infected bastards around us? " she asked looking at him. " Can they even understand a thing we say? "
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				Title: <strong>Re: ' Zombie - Land ' - { IC }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>insaneplots</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 06:02:34</strong>
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				James looked at her loading up the truck fast "Doubt it, How many Zombie flicks have you seen where the undead can understand you?" He said getting in and waiting for her to do the same.<br><br>Once in he started the truck and backed out no need to break the speed limit the undead didn't drive so long as no one was chasing them the speed limit was fine. The radio was playing the news information about the outbreak to stay indoors and avoid contact with those that are infected. "Lotta good that'll do anyone." He turned to look at her "James." he said holding his hand out for her as they drove. He knew just kept driving the general direction she had suggested waiting for her to prompt when to turn off and where to go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ' Zombie - Land ' - { IC }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>insaneplots</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 03:39:25</strong>
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				Poke's everyone in the game to see who's alive and who's turned.)<br><br>James slowed down pulling into the coffee shop his passenger suggested they go to. "You sure about this looks like this place has a few occupants already?" he shut the car off putting it into park pulling right up near the door ignoring the fact he was parked on the sidewalk. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ' Zombie - Land ' - { IC }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadow879</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 22:05:28</strong>
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				/me pokes insaneplots.<br>
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