Zombies! (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Zombies! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>11-04-2015, 20:54:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.thelearningcommunity.us/Portals/0/teen%20girl%20with%20backpack.jpg)</div>Emma had gone to bed early last night, knowing that she would have a long day of school work to do. A 19 year old student who came from New York to a private Atlanta art's college, she knew that she had to get good grades. Her family wasn't very rich and only her grades and extra curricular activities had gotten her a scholarship and allowed her to go to college.<br><br>But this morning as she woke up, right away something seemed amiss. Her phone isn't what woke her up, as it usually would. Instead, there were strange noise coming from outside the apartment. She lived in a fairly small building, perhaps a dozen apartments, right in the middle of the city, so the fact that noise could be heard from the street wasn't that unusual, but before she could get back to sleep, she noticed a weird smell. Slowly, she got up in her bed and looked around. A shiver ran down her spine when she noticed the low mist, as if a greenish ooze had invaded her apartment, hanging in suspension in the air.<br><br>Emma stood up and went to her desk, putting on her jeans, bra and shirt. She typically slept just in her panties. Hearing the noise again, apparently coming from outside, she decided to go and see what was happening. But as she opened the window, she gasped at the sight, her eyes opening wide.<br><br>Hideous monsters were coming out from everywhere, chasing people down the street and biting them. People were screaming, running away, trying to defend themselves with everyday items. Many of the undead looked rotten, as if they had suddenly all risen up from graves, but as people got caught unaware, they dropped to the ground, convulsing as the deadly toxin filled their veins, and died. But of course, a few minutes later, they too would rise and try to eat. Some people fought back, and it appeared as if the zombies could be killed successfully with a strong hit to the head. But there were simply too many of them, and as more people fell, their numbers would grow.<br><br>Stunned, not knowing what to do, Emma did the only sensible thing she could think of: She grabbed her phone, and tweeted about it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombies! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>12-04-2015, 14:36:12</strong>
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				He woke up, much as he often did, laying flat on his back, staring at the ceiling. His almost entirely naked body was comfortably wrapped up in a soft, thin blanket that kept him warm enough to be comfortable. He kind of just wanted to have a lazy day, maybe catch another hour of sleep; today was a writing day, which meant he could afford to slack off a little bit. He could set his own hours today, as long as he made some progress with his current story.<br><br>But sadly, he did need to get up. Because he needed to go to the bathroom. It was some time during that biological necessity that he realized things were awfully loud outside.&nbsp; Finishing up his business, he went out to his kitchen window, and stared outside. He was not sure for how long he watched, transfixed at the surreal situation outside. But, eventually, he did realize something was going terribly, terribly wrong outside.<br><br>He quietly shut the window, and then lowered the shades, closing them so that no one could see up into his second floor apartment. Just in case. In fact, he goes to all his windows, and does the exact same thing. In the relative darkness that gave him, he chose to put on his TV, keeping the volume just barely low enough for him to hear what was coming from it. He started browsing news channels, trying to get a feel for what the fuck was going on. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombies! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>12-04-2015, 15:08:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/72d6270ca9bcd7039305c7a3cabbe460/tumblr_mre4u5VfpS1qzg0xao1_500.jpg)</div><br>Having been an early riser, Sakurako Miyazaki was already up, though she had currently been engrossed in one of her web design assignments for extra credit. The strange noises outside eventually got her attention, walking over to the window to see exactly what the disturbance was. The meek bookworm's face instantly filled with terror as she glimpsed outside her window, seeing the clear chaos on the streets as the animated corpses of the undead roamed attacked every thing non-decayed thing. Quickly bolting her windows in fear and closing the shades to protect herself from the view of carnage, she quickly ran to laptop to investigate the internet for more news. It was a full on zombie apocalypse and it was obviously only going to get worse. Sakurako decided to take a page out of "Shaun of Dead"'s book (despite only taking one step in that plan) and decided to wait things out as she slipped a chair under the doorknob of the main entrance to her small apartment. A lucky trait of being someone that hated going outside, she had several months of food stocked up and a mobile wifi hot-spot. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombies! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>15-04-2015, 00:07:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://]http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv45/StreetStylistaGuy/Street%20Stylista%20Homme%202011/White-Shirts-3.jpg)</div><br>Nathan woke with a start. His face resting on the keyboard of his laptop. He sat up in his desk chair with a groan. Rubbing his eyes with a yawn. He looked around his apartment. Still shrouded in gloom with the curtains pulled shut. He looked across at the device that woke him. He watched his phone vibrate on the table a few more times before picking it up. He had just enough time to see that he had over 20 missed calls and messages before his phone died. "Probably the office with more <em>simple</em> jobs for me" he muttered to himself taking of his grey hoodie. Making movements to get ready for work. He looked up as he heard the sound of footsteps from the apartment above his. Wondering what time it was, he looked over at the clock on the wall. It was still early. But not so early as to be so quiet.<br>&nbsp;He walked over to his window and opened his curtains. Totally unprepared for what he was about to see. His eyes widened as he took in the scene of devastation arrayed in front of him. After what felt like an eternity, he tore himself from the window and shot back to his laptop. The information he found on the social networks was not any more uplifting. All this talk about the dead rising and mass panic. He sat back and rubbed his face, wondering what he would do. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombies! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>17-04-2015, 00:42:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.thelearningcommunity.us/Portals/0/teen%20girl%20with%20backpack.jpg)</div>It didn't take long for Emma to realize that this was going on in more places than just the street in front of her building. Twitter was ablaze with horrified comments, and soon after, her cell signal dropped. Unsure what to do, she debated hiding and attempting to ride the storm. She was always a prepared girl, having a decent reserve of food and knew this building was sturdy, but she couldn't stay here forever. What if these undead things never went away? She had to brave them, somehow.<br><br>Realizing that she didn't know any of her neighbors well, having just recently arrived, she realized that they too might be just as shocked as she was. Turning to the door, she slowly went up to it and took a deep breath, grabbing her backpack on the way. She opened the door and looked through the opening, making sure no nasty zombie was outside. Then, she yelled to see if anyone was around.<br><br>"Hello? Anyone out there?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombies! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>17-04-2015, 08:59:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b7/b0/d2/b7b0d271f341ea5f9e25aac8df2890bb.jpg)</div><br>Esia was an early riser and always had been. Every day she did the same thing - she woke up, brushed her teeth, drank a glass of water, got dressed then took her beloved dog out for a walk at the ass crack of dawn. This time wouldn't have been any different had Blackie not refused to leave the house. Any normal asshole might have tugged the dog out on his ass all way outside to relieve himself whether he liked it or not but Esia knew better. Blackie was a good boy, he didn't act so obstinate unless there was a good reason - or maybe she was just paranoid. The girl was pretty well known for social issues - being that she didn't seem to have a social life at all... As a matter of fact, she was so reclusive that some of those pesky rotten kids next door liked to say Blackie was her boyfriend in some defiled manner - then speak of pitying the dog.<br><br><i>"It's okay, boy...C'mon, don't you gotta piddle?"</i> She cooed as she came to a crouch before the massive mutt making protest by peacefully sitting right in the way of the open door. He would not go past it, nor would he let her breech it either. He was standing his ground on this one and even as she tried to gently push him out into the hall he just looked up at her with his big brown eyes and whiiiined pathetically. <br><br><i>"Oh.."</i> She sucked her lips between her teeth, barely able to retain the adoring smile that threatened to consume of soft features - he was just so pathetically adorable it was heart wrenching. <i>"Okay, okay, we don't have to go anywhere at all."</i> She sighed, opening her arms for the big oaf to get a nice, tight dog hug and nuzzle. <br><br>The pleasantly plump girl lifted back to her feet and turned away from the door and was just about to close it when - <b>CRASH</b> <i>CLATTER</i>, the shattering of glass and old would snapping reached her ears. To bad she'd been on the first floor all this time, huh? She'd barely had time enough to lift her arms in defense before the screeching gargle of a hungry horror came upon her.<br><br><i>"<b>EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!</b>"</i> A screech so high pitched and loud it was a miracles all glass in the complex had not been shattered to bits. <b>THUMP</b> the scuffle ensued as the sound of a heavy rump hit the wooden floors. Soon the snarls and ravenous barks of an overly protective dog joined the fray, the massive black dog quick to aid his beloved owner try to pull this villainous fiend from a precious friend. <i>"GET OFF MEEEE~~!"</i> A desperate plea that went ignored. <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombies! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>17-04-2015, 13:40:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/0000ryt3.jpg)</div>Looting, riots, panic in the streets, emergency workers being overwhelmed. So much wrong going on, in so many places. As the quiet TV filled him in on what was ultimately a large dose of speculation, with some actual noteworthy facts, he set about getting dressed. If he had to leave in a&nbsp; hurry, he wanted to be wearing actual clothes, and not just his boxers. <br><br>A comfy flannel shirt, which was a moss green color with dark green stripes covered his upper body, while his lower half was clad in a nice, sturdy pair of old, but well-maintained cargo pocket jeans, held up by a cheap leather belt that was nevertheless quite good at doing its job. His feet, meanwhile, were clad in black socks, and just as he was putting on his cheap, generic, velcro sneakers--also black--he heard the distinct screaming of someone in distress.<br><br>"Fuck." It seemed like an appropriate time to swear, so he did. That was definitely loud enough to be coming from the building he was in. He wasn't sure who was in trouble, just that he really should do something about it.&nbsp; He held onto his pocket knife as he stepped out into the hallway, the blade still folded neatly into itself, and held in the palm of his hand in such a way that it could not be seen what he was holding.<br><br>As he got out into the hall, it became easier to figure out where the disturbance was; that dog. Was that Esia's?&nbsp; He's pretty sure he's never heard the big, adorable guy bark. <br><br>He had not heard Emma's yelling, but coincidentally, he had to pass right by her apartment on the way down to Esia's, so she might catch sight of the older man. He looked calm, but hurried. <br><br>It was barely a full minute, though it might have felt longer, before he was standing in the open doorway to Esia's apartment. He was prepared for a burglar or something, not for another human being that looked damn near rabid. He only allowed himself to be awestruck for a single, solitary moment though, before some of the mental discipline he's picked up in Escrima kicked in. True, it did not prepare him for this particular circumstance; but, he was flexible. Adaptable. That was a key to anything, really.<br><br>So, the dog seemed to be trying to pull the attacker off of the curvacious beauty. He was not interested in getting too close to the dog, afraid it might attack him as well. "Hang on." instead, he tried to pull Esia away, and out towards the hallway, which he figured would be safer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombies! (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>akirakaneda</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 02:59:30</strong>
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				Saigo was sleeping on his bed, in his father's apartment, according to the divorce agreement he could spent some days with him. And that same day he was there ... it was fate.<br>He woke up wearing a jeans, one of the privileges of going to his father's place is that he could just throw on th bed before sleeping. <br>After waking up and going to the kitchen looking for something to eat, he found a post-it of his father: "I went to the pawn shop earlier". Saigo just saw it for a seconds before drinking a glass of orange juice. It was not the first time his father went to the pawn shop he had with his uncle. The very first hours of the day were the ideal time to trade stuff with doubtful legality.<br>However, still on the table, he saw in his cellphone some messages of his friends send hours ago. "Hey dude what's wrong with the city there has been black outs in the outskirts of the city" "Hey dude, you have to seen this a crowd of people got crazy and is ravaging everywhere". It seems quite weird, but the most intriguing was the fact that his cell phone seems not having connection. <br>But the messages of his friends, texted almost before the past midnight, awakes his curious side, what was happening? if anything was happening at all? Saigo approached to the windows and what he saw reminds him a war film. Smoke lines could be seen in far points of the cities, and even some shinings like explosions, and some people runninng all over the place. "Maybe it is only riots" he thought, but he closes the curtains as something deep inside knew it was not. He took a shirt, a jacket and his swiss knife, and decided to come down to see what's going on by himself. He opened the door worried about the things, but still reluctant to believe anything strange was happening.
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