Zombie Apocalyptic Terror (IC Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Zombie Apocalyptic Terror (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PoisonousKitty</strong> on <strong>25-07-2012, 22:31:14</strong>
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				Her eyes remained closed as she thought about the best plan of action. It had happened so quickly, much more so than she could have ever expected. A virus that is what they had said it was something that couldn't be traced and couldn't be cured something that killed the living and brought them back from the dead. The news became an insanity something no one wanted to believe. Reanimation of the dead? How was that even possible. Even with advances in science could it even be possible for those who had died from this infection to walk again amongst the living? Sighing heavily as she muted the gore that was flashing across her television screen Alastair stood walking into her kitchen. Turning the kitchen sink on Alastair tossed a few handfuls of water in her face before looking up and out the window. The world appeared to be abandoned and soon so would her home no one to know the inhabitance of the people who had once lived there. The man she'd been seeing had taken off at once calling her crazy for staying behind and maybe she was, but right now that didn't matter to her. No, what Ali had been hoping was to be able to keep her sense of sanity and humanity, however it was becoming clearer day by day that would never be the case again.<br><br>Finally turning off the water Alastair returned to the living room watching the horror flow like a movie across the muted screen, "The world really is going to shit isn't it?" she said sighing heavily. The twenty five year old cop had taken a few weeks off work hoping to relax after a hard drug bust which had ended in the sacrifice of two of her best officers. Looking over to her phone as she thought on the bust Alastair had to admit she was quite surprised to have not received any calls from the force since this outbreak. It appeared they were taking her vacation quite seriously, but no one could blame them the stubborn assholes she worked with looked for anyway to get her out of the office after the pit fall in the case some for her to relax others did it because they didn't appreciate even in this day in age a woman giving orders. Finally clicking the volume button on the television Alastair listened as a frightened reporter spoke to someone about a supposed haven in Atlanta. This almost made her laugh as a small smirk placed itself upon her simple pale features.<br><br>"If anyone thinks that city is safe they must be nuts…" Alastair had been to Atlanta a few times and though these people swore up and down that the city was safe Alastair felt that more than likely it would be one of the first to fully fall. That place was ridden with pain and crime anyone who could get the chance to get away with shit would take it out that way and sadly that would cause their downfall. Standing once more Alastair stretched her arms up over her head. Tired of sitting around just listening to the world go to shit Ali headed up the stairs two at a time to her bedroom to pack a couple of suitcases. The essentials were what was needed here unlike those idiots flooding out of their homes she would think logically on this. What would she truly need to make it through till she made it to one of these safe points. Well to start off with she would take a good few sets of clothes, her gun, a small assortment of knives and food. Those were the basics with survival. Alastair knew she could survive in her car or at least for a while. With the way these people now a days they would more than likely take out a whole chunk of gas before she made it to a gas station.<br><br>"At least that prick left me the truck and my bike…" Looking across the room to her dresser she looked at the smiling form of her and the man she'd been dating. They had seemed so happy then now look at them, "abandonment the simplest form of idiocy a male has… think of no one, but themselves." A deep smirk placed itself once more on her face as she finished packing up the things she needed from her room and quickly dragged the suitcases down the stairs, out the back door and into the garage. It seemed quite odd that when the world is falling apart right in front of your eyes that you'd be so calm, but somehow that was just how Ali felt. What was the point she felt to go crazy and freak out over something you couldn't avoid especially with it staring you straight in the face? Heading back into the house Ali quickly pulled out some food that wouldn't spoil or rot and tossed them into some bags to back in the back seat and trunk then slid in. Rolling her eyes Ali ran back into the house grabbing her trucks keys along with both her work and personal cell phones. It seemed as of yet that the world hadn't gone to total shit for slight communications were still up including a few radio stations and apparently some cell services or at least their towers.<br><br>"Thank the heavens above…" Ali said sarcasm easily apparent in her voice. Though she worried about her family she knew many of them could take care of themselves and that they were just as stubborn and thick headed as she was. Raised with southern blood flowing through her veins helped the young damsel to adapt to harsh situations. Sliding once more into her truck Ali revved the beauty up before backing out of her garage and onto the abandoned street. Wreckage appeared to be everywhere the silence like a graveyard. Missing flyers, for sale signs and wrecked cars appeared to inhabit the small area along with trash and even baby carriages. This caused Ali's ease to waver just a bit; children small and innocent had also been brought into a new world of torture, terror and death, "Something they should never have to see…" She reasoned with herself however that once again this couldn't be helped whatever had caused this was the past, this was the present and what those families and herself chose to do with this present would in the end decide their future's.<br><br>Pushing her hand through her hair as she drove to the city limits and stopped Alastair sighed. Outside the city was even worse than inside of it; which did in fact actually shock the young cop, "Damn," she said her voice almost a whisper as disbelief struck her. Car's slammed into ditches some upside down or set a flame, the smell of death and recent decay apparent as she stepped out of her truck. Covering her nose knife in hand and gun easily accessible Alastair started towards a few of the cars looking into them for anything she may be able to salvage, "I feel like I'm intruding on a grave…" She admitted to herself as she looked into some of the vehicles; some of them held decaying, shocked bodies, other's had blood splattered across the windshield and back windows, however the most shocking was a small minivan which held a child's car seat blood almost flooding and soaked into the fabric. The minivan was the last vehicle she could even stand looking at before heading back to her truck patting her bike a bright smile placing itself on her lips as she blew it a kiss, "well doll at least you didn't abandon me…" unsure as to why she was even attempting this last sense of humor Alastair headed back to driver's side when the dark deep moan of something was heard coming from one of the ditches next to her.<br><br>Walking over to the edge of the ditch Alastair caught her first glimpse of the true meaning of the living dead. The body of a woman who appeared to have lost half of her face and one arm was trying to pull her way out from underneath a truck that had tipped itself on it's side during what appeared to have been a hefty accident. Chills sliding down back as she backed away from the ditch finding the woman to be no threat by the obvious predicament of being jammed under a truck and got into her truck shock enveloping her for a moment before she finally placed her knife back in the cup holder beside her. Fear she knew at this moment in time wasn't an option. No she had to stay focused again she had to tell herself even with the world seeming to be going to hell there were still places living normally right? There wasn't a possibility that the law was falling all out of whack right? Gripping the steering wheel tight Ali started up the truck again and started down the road once more listened to the radio trying to figure what all was going on in the world or what was even left of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie Apocalyptic Terror (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>26-07-2012, 12:22:17</strong>
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				(http://www.toocool2betrue.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Bad-Girl-Cosplay-3.jpg)<br><br>In a small village not far from there, things were quiet. Much too quiet. In one part of the main street, a young girl stood leaning on a desk, furniture that had clearly been thrown out from a nearby window and landed upside down in the middle of the road. She didn't look like much, but Kathy wasn't one to be scared. She stayed there, wearing her usual jeans, running shoes, and tiny tank top, gloves on her hands and her baseball ball being held on her shoulders.<br><br>"What the fuck are you, anyways. Some kind of mutant? Some screwed up science experiment? An alien? Fuck you're ugly."<br><br>The girl spoke in a calm tone, almost casually, to the only other figure nearby. A zombie male was about 20 feet in front of her, and it was slowly heading for her, its hands forward, and a low moan coming out of its mouth. Kathy was disgusted, but she wasn't scared. This wasn't the first zombie she saw since this thing began. She had no idea what had happened, why people were turning into those monsters, but she wasn't one to be intimidated. Most of the town had either become zombies, fled with any working vehicle, or were hiding in basements or safe rooms. But not her.<br><br>A few moments later, the zombie finally got within range of Kathy. She smirked at it, and it seemed to grimace back. Then, in one wide arc of her arm, she brought her baseball bat down, crushing the zombie's head from the side in one mighty blow. The beast jerked around, its head being crushed and sent flying to the sidewalk, before it fell to the ground.<br><br>"One less of you freaks out there."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombie Apocalyptic Terror (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-07-2012, 23:43:17</strong>
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				The quiet hum of the radio, some newscaster quietly (for he kept the volume low) rolling off some set of statistics about deaths, and areas that were believed to be "well and truly lost." Meaningless for him. He listened to it, hoping for useful information, and dreading the idea that his own city, or even one in the same county, might suddenly become a... what was the word he had heard them use?<br><br>"Necropolis. City of the dead. Hah. World goes to hell, and they're still coming up with their fancy buzzwords." He grimaced, as he spoke to himself, a habit he had developed lately; kept him sane, he felt like. He continued to work on his project.<br><br>He knew that their were people out there, likely running around, but he didn't much care for that. He was set here, at least for the time being. His pantry was well stocked, easily able to last a week just on dry and canned goods. This was supplemented by a box of 2400 calorie nutrient bars, something he had scrounged up on one of his forays out; likely some government aid that some poor schlob had acquired, but didn't live long enough to use. <br><br>He stared at the growing pile of wood shavings on the ground. Shouldn't be that hard to clean up. What was he doing, now? Why, he had acquired some fencing, wooden, white picket... so quaint and ideal, but not being valued for its decorative or cultural meanings. No. He was using a knife to shave it down, creating jagged pointed spears.&nbsp; He had already made several of them, but he still had a few more to go.<br><br>His plan was pretty simple. He lived on the second floor of this two story little place. It had four studio apartments. The others in the building had fled, and he felt that, here in the suburbs, where he'd lived as long as he had had a badge,&nbsp; he could be safe. It was just a matter of reinforcing areas. <br><br>He did not know if this particular plan would work, but it at least kept him busy, kept his mind occupied from the insanity and improbability of the current situation. He hoped that his home made spike-walls would be able to be well-grounded, outside, at an angle; that way, if the pudwhackers came shambling along, they'd end up getting stuck on the spears. Once stuck, he wagered, they'd be so much easier to kill. <br><br>Meanwhile, the front door remained barricaded, a love seat firmly pressed up against it. The bottom floor apartments had had furniture pushed up against the windows, and were then locked. <br><br>The stairway itself was also semi-blocked off, this time by a couch; however, it would be trivial for a person to climb over it, and it wouldn't take all that long for a zombie to, either, if they had all their arms and legs. It wasn't meant to keep the second floor isolated; he couldn't think of a feasible way to do that. But it would slow them down, at least. <br><br>Add to that a few noise making traps, just strings with silverware and old cans attached to them, meant to alert him if anybody or anything got inside, and he was feeling pretty safe.&nbsp; If something did get in, he had his choice of three guns, and three melee weapons, that he could make use of in disposing of them. <br><br>The back door did worry him somewhat, but he had to keep an easy way in and out for when he made his forays. It led out into a recessed back yard, that was surrounded by this small, three foot tall chain-link fence, and which he doubted would hold up all that well. Hell, once or twice he's quite literally seen one of them just tumble over the sorry-excuse-for-a-barrier. <br><br>Nothing can be perfect, though. He just has to keep the weaknesses in mind, and work to compensate them. <br><br>He stares over towards a window, longing for the feel of the sun. But, these past few days, he's had all his windows shut, locked, and the room-darkening blinds shut; he didn't want the pudwhackers, or potentially hostile survivors, catching sight of him, and getting curious. 
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