Tombstone was silent for several moments,he then looked the driver in the eyes and spoke evenly.

"It's like this " Tombstone said "We have no way of knowing what's gonna hit us between here and the outskirts of town...or even if things are better ,normal...whatever the feth once we get out of this city"

The biker continued " Also,unless you've got a gak load of ammo and supplies in this big beast of yours...we are gonna need gak from in there" Tombstone jerked his thumb towards the mall.

"So what I say is,we enter the mall there" Tombstone indicated the service entrance about 20 yards away atop the parking structure they sat upon " Get some sort of idea just how fething big this thing is...and try to find some of the gak we're going to need to get our happy asses out of this deep gak".

Tombstone turned to Ashton and spoke " we also need to get some stuff to take care of that arm....or your not gonna be worth gak".

Finally Tombstone looked at Patrick,his eyes narrowed,and he spoke through clenched teeth "...And you,put that fething thing away" Tombstone pointed at Patricks grenade launcher "...And remember this...you get the urge to make any art inside that mall...I'll put a bullet right between those pretty little eyes of yours".

The man in the robe glared at Tombstone,for a moment the biker felt sure he was going to have to kill the crazy fether right then and there.

With obvious reluctance the man in the robe pocketed his weapon.

" Ok" Tombstone said " Let's try to wake up the sleeping princess and get our rears in gear".

OOC: Hmmm...I don't seem to be able to see mylast post,in wich my character outlines why going into the mall is "the plan".

However it indicates that the post was indeed made/is posted.

Nvmd...I see it now.

The Helicopter noisily flew through the air, its roters spinning furiously. Shadow glanced down at his watch: 12:03 AM - midnight. "3rd day of this bs.." he mumbled. As they got near the hospitol, Shadow looked down at the streets.
"Holy gak!"
He could barely see the tarmac of the roads underneath the sheer number of lumbering undead. Considering his options, Shadow decided that the hospitol was now a lost cause. He turned to the pilot, and pointed at his side window, saying, "hey mate, look at that!"
The pilot looked out of the window.
"What? I don't see it? gak man, there's a lotta zombies out there, is that it?" the pilot said, turning to look back at Shadow, who punched him in the face. The Pilot fell unconscious, and the Helicopter began to fall. Grabbing his hunting knife, Shadow cut the pilots' seatbelt, and shoved him into one of the passenger seats in the back. Grabbing the controls of the helicopter, he wrestled with the controls, barely missing a building. He turned the vehicle around, and headed back south in the direction of "his" home. After ten minutes, he saw a mall below. The sound of gunshots were just audible above the roaring of the helicopter, and then there was an explosion. And another. Some guy down there had a 'nade launcher. He hovered over their position, and watched as an SUV drove up and the small group ran inside. The SUV manoevered between the horde of undead, and up a multi-level parking garage, and they stopped on the roofless top level.

Shadow made his decision then.

He piloted the aircraft down towards the top level, and as he landed, he saw the small group of survivors stare in amazement and confusion at the helicoptor. The rotor blades span to a halt, and Shadow opened the door. Getting out, he pulled off the mask of his hazmat suit.
"You guys need any help? I got a place we can go to and be safe, if anyone wants to come?"
He opened the side door of the black helicopter, revealing the seating area and the unconscious pilot.
Below them, the sound of many footsteps and a low moaning could be heard.

Apologies if you don't like whats going to happen.

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Patrick saw the helicopter hover down. It was SO fething LOUD. He made his decision then and there for what to do.

The man hovered it right in front of them, getting out and hopping onto the floor.

"Y'all need any help?" The man said "I got a place we can go, its safe"

Tombstone stared at the man, irritated by this latest development.

"Hehehe, I got you my man" He said, wrapping his arm around Tombstone in a hug around his neck with one arm.

He pulled out a grenade, pulled the pin with his teeth, and lobbed it in the helicopter.

"ART, IS AN EXPLOSION!" Patrick screeched as he pulled Tombstone to the floor, as well as pulling Ashton down by the hand.

Everyone was either kneeling or on the floor, the lip of the edge of the lot protecting them from the explosion 3 seconds later.

It tore the helicopter apart, sending shrapnel all around them, obliterating the man that was inside, and sent the chopper swerving and crashing into the side of a lower floor of the lot.

Tombstone crossed him 3 times in the face, and got up and kicked him in the stomach 4 times, and sending a powerful kick straight to his nose, not breaking it, but it moved.

Patrick cackled through all of it, still not realizing how detrimental what he just did really was.

OOC: Nah, as soon as I read the first line of your post I knew what you were gonna do.

Luckily, Shadow's body armour had stopped a large piece of shrapnel from entering him. Otherwise, he'd been extremely lucky. The blast had sent him to the floor. Getting up, he walked over to the donkey-cave who'd just doomed 'em all. "You slow! You fething psychotic slow!"
The big bloke that'd been hitting the japanese fantasy style dressed psycho stepped back, and Shadow had a turn. He kicked him in the face, lifted him by the collar and dragged him over to the SUV, and slammed him face down onto the bonnet. Turning him over, he said, "do you have any bloody idea what you've just done?"
He punched the man again, who now had blood and cuts all over his face. Shadow walked over to the other two men. "Give me a good reason why I shouldn't kill this mother fether right now!"

Sorry, three other men. Can't edit my post, stupid internet is blocking the edit page (and the text box if I double click edit it).

Edit: Donkey-cave? I wrote a$$hole

Another edit because I can't edit the above post: No apologies needed, fits really well with your character.

"Maybe because everyone will die if you point a gun at me, eh?" Patrick hissed, pulling out two grenades, and had the pins in his thumbs"

He walked over, and kicked the pilot in the balls.

"Don't ever touch me again" Patrick said through clenched teeth.

He put the grenades away, and took out his Taurus.

"But I still love you, biker boy" Patrick howled with laughter, prompting a backhand across the face.

OOC: Ain't you half dead?

BIC:

Recovering from his pain quickly enough, as the man was either not very strong or weaker than he thought from his injuries. Resisting the urge to blow the fethers head off with his shotgun, Shadow said, "Look, I'm military. I have a luxury apartment 6 miles south of the city - it has enough weapons to storm Afghanistan and enough supplies to keep us all alive for about a year. I suggest we head there."

Awesome conclusion of the event

I better post something...

Jennifer woke up, she tied to sit up but her ribs hurt. She lay there, listening to the voices outside. A minute later She heard a thumping noise a regular noise like a helicopter

the army, coming back for civilians, i think not. she thought to herself

their was an explosion and a moment later she felt someone being slammed across the car and lots of yelling, something was going wrong, very wrong.

She sat up, clenching her teeth at the pain in her side. There was a gun on the seat next to her, she picked it up and opened the door, stumbling out of the car and into the group of people outside.

OOC: you know we'll cap you the fist chance we find Karon, just saying you can't stay awake forever

OOC: He'll try and kill us all in one post before we can react, if he really wants to be evil. In which case we'll get Silver on your case!

Also, don't meen to be rude Ninja, but it might be an idea to write your IC posts in word for spelling corrections? Not trying to critisize your writing capabilities here, whatever they may be, but it's just an idea.

IC:

Shadow saw a woman with a gun stumble out of the car.
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Jennifer glanced around. There was some guy twiddling a few grenades in his hands, with weird clothes on, and he was bleeding from his nose and mouth, and looked very bruised and winded. There was some guy who had a lot of weapons with an angry expression on his face who, although he was watching her, seemed to be keeping an eye on the strangely dressed man. Ashton was there, one arm in a makeshift sling, a man standing there looking confused, and a big guy who was staring at her. "What the hell is going on?" she asked.
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"This fether just blew up my Helicopter, that's what's going on!" Shadow said, pointing at the bleeding man.

Turning to the others, he said "you guys can call me Shadow."

OOC: hehe Patrick really really has to die!

Tom froze half way to the gun store. He had heard a couple of explosions, and they had been quite close. As the explosions faded, they were replaced with another sound. One that made his heart skip a beat. It was a constant moaning, and it was increasing in pitch at every second, echoing off the walls of the mall. Keira was near the entrance.

“Oh f*ck.” He cried, and began to sprint back the way he came. He started moving faster and faster, leaping over benches and bins. AT one point he collided with a fast food stand, and went flying to the ground, in a spray of hot dogs and cheap American mustard. He was up again in an instant, and was racing towards the entrance, in his heart he already knew what he was going to see, but he really hoped he wouldn’t. He turned a corner, and saw the last stretch of road before he got to the front. He could already see a swarm of zombies staggering through. Keira would be cut off from him by the tide of corpses before he could reach her. Times like this really asked for dramatic measures. He grabbed a syringe and plunged it into him. A warm, velvety feeling washed over him, and the aching in his side dulled. He began to race forwards again, drawing the sledgehammer with a bellow. The zombies were already swarming into the clothes shop by the time he reached it, and he could make out the dull “Ptt Ptt” noise of the nailgun being fired.

“BONZO” He screamed, before leaping into the fray. Every inch of his body trembled with terror, terror of losing Keira. Fear gave him strength, and with one sweep of the sledge, a trio of zombies went down. The horde began to notice him, and started staggering towards him, grabbing at his clothes, teeth bared. Swinging his hammer upwards in a viscous uppercut, he sent a zombie sailing over the heads of its brethren, before it crashed into a potted plant, which curbed its flight somewhat. A zombie leaned in to bite, but found itself missing a head. Tom’s hammer snapped from the trauma, leaving him weapon less and in the middle of a horde. He screamed his rage, and stabbed the broken haft through the eye of a nearby ghoul, sending it tumbling to the ground. He punched another in the face, causing it to stumble backwards. This gave him the opportunity he needed. He pulled the hedge cutter out and revved it. The machine spluttered into life. He attacked with a violent lunge at the nearby recovering zombie, liquefying its intestines in a heartbeat. However, he knew he was fighting a losing battle, the zombies were pressing in on all sides, and he probably wasn’t going to make it out.

A pair of chainsaws revved somewhere behind him, and he heard a mischievous cackle. A second later Tom saw a spinning blur of colour careen past, blood and limbs flying erratically away. Blood splattered over the floor, creating a viscous slick, which made footing treacherous. However, Tom had a clearing. Taking advantage of the situation he charged for the nearest window and leapt through it in a shower of glass. He knocked mannequins flying in every direction, but he was already up on his feet, throwing clothing racks in every direction in his search for Keira. A zombie stumbled towards him, and much to Tom’s fury, jammed the hedge cutter when he drove it through its skull. Dropping it he charged forwards, tackling a nearby zombie to the ground. He grabbed a handful of hair and dragged the ghoul’s head up, before slamming it back onto the ground. A squirt of blood sprayed out, and the thing ceased to move. The he was up again, pushing and punching at any corpse that dared cross his path. In the background he heard the chainsaw wielding clown enter into the clothes store, before proceeding to shred another mob of zombies in an acrobatic display of incredible violence. Tom staggered on. He began to find zombies with nails punched through their skulls. He then found a discarded nail gun. He began to move faster.

“Keira! Where are you?” He roared over the din of combat.

A zombie then staggered backwards out of the changing rooms directly to his left. It was fountaining a copious amount of gore, due to the fact a pair of shears were sticking out of the back of its head. It crumpled a second later, and Keira emerged, holding a much bloodstained metal pipe. She ran over to him, and embraced. A zombie tried to join in with the tender moment, but was put down with a thrown chainsaw.

“Three’s a crowd!” cackled the clown, who the proceeded to force a zombie to swallow his other chainsaw, causing much blood and gore.

Keira pulled away, and looked him over. Her eyes widened, and she began to tremble slightly.

“What is it, honey?!” he muttered, but in his heart, he already knew what she was looking at. In the heat of the melee, he had ignored the feelings of pain, but he had felt something clamp onto his shoulder. At the time, he’d reasoned to himself that it must have been his arm cramping. But, it wasn’t. He’d been bitten.

OOC: If anyones trying to get to the gunstore I'm going to, wait up a sec, I've almost finished making it player friendly.

End Of Day Two

K approched the corridor. Up ahead, he could see a large group of people infront of the baracade.

"Please, just let us through" said a man. "We're all starving"

"Well, whut can you offur us then?" said a voice from around a corner

"Nothing, we haven't got anything!"

"Well, how 'bout that pretty ladeh thare?"

A young girl of about 16 from the group squeals hides behind the man from the group. The man speaking on behalf of the smaller group behind the blockade laughs, then stops suddenly

"Well, if you have nothing to offur us..."

"Wait!" K yelled

The group behind the blockade point their guns at K

"Lewk at this one, he's clearly infected, walkin' around with one arm"

"No. Not, infected. Car accident. Months ago."

"Gawd, yer slow" the man sighs.

K walks over to the man from the exterior group, and punches him in the face. The girl slaps him and grabs him by the collar of his shirt

"What the hell are you doing!" the Girl yelled.

"Numbers" K turns to the interior group "We offer, safety in numbers."

"What ther hell ar ye on 'bout boy?" said interior group man.

"More people, more guns"

"Sound more like mah type o' deal!"

"One condition." K points to the girl "Don't touch"

"Ehhh, fine fine."

The exterior group crosses the baracade. Over the course of the night, K introduced himself to everyone. The girl's name is Victoria, her father is the man K punched, Trevor. They lost their mother/wife who gave her life to save them. The man from the interior group's name is Rex, he told K to go feth himself when asked about his past.

Tombstone reflected quickly over the incidents that had just occured,the arival and subsequent destruction of the helicopter by the crazy fether.

He also thought further on what the man named "Shadow" had said concerning the luxury apartment stocked with weapons and supplies...perhaps a bit risky getting there...but maybe,he thought,a bit safer than a mad dash through a shopping mall...

He turned his attention to the madman in the robe again,this crazy mother fether was becoming far to unpredictable.

Halon.from what Tombstone had gathered on such short notice,seemed useful.

Tombstone also knew that the injured man.Ashton,would be an asset in keeping the woman alive...even with his gaked up arm.

As for his "orders" from King D,they were all but irelivent at the moment,kidnapping the woman was pointless...keeping her alive...unless it became to much trouble...would ensure her Fathers future gratitude...if her Father still lived...and...if there even was a future.

All these thoughts raced through Tombstones head in micro seconds.

" First things first" He thought,he hualed out one of his 9mm pistols and advancend with cheetah speed on the insane man in the robe,knowing he only had one chance to subdue the crazy feth.

He swung the pistol with considerable force,it connected with the crazy mans skull with a loud crack and the fether crumpled like a rag doll.

Tombstone knelt and checked the mans vitals, he was still alive.

Tombstone turned to Ashton and Halon and spoke "Check every inch of that mother fether for weapons" he barked " I'm tierd of his Art...look up his rear if you have to,but I don't want him to have so much as a firecracker on him when your done"

Tombstone rumaged around the back of the SUV quickly and found a roll of duct tape,he tossed it to Halon.."When your done searching him" Tombstone said " Secure his wrist,arms and upper legs".

Tombstone considered just shooting the crazy feth ... but some deep instict told him to keep the bastartd alive.

" We should just kill him...or leave him" a voice,Tombstone wasn't sure who it was,said.

" I have my reasons" Tombstone said as he walked over to the woman who stood watching the events unfold.

" I know who you are" He said to the woman "More importantly,I know who and where your Father is...I'm going to do what I can to see that Daddy gets his little princess back in one piece" Tombstone grined his evil grin " However,I'm no baby sitter...if it comes down to your life or mine...Daddy may be getting princess back in lots of pieces...you get me?"

The woman eyed Tombstone coldly,a single tear slipped dowm her cheek,she spoke ,her voice filling with anger " My Father is dead you sick feth"

Tombstone grinned and shook his head " Oh no princess." He said " He's very much alive." At least Tombstone hoped he still was,with an army of zombies running about,who could be sure,but for now at least he would go on the idea that the man was indeed still among the living.

Tombstone grinned wider,an evil smile, " And I'm sure dear old Daddy will be more than greatful for your safe return".
He turned away from the woman.

" Ok!" Tombstone spoke to the group in general " Normaly I'm not a very diplomatic kind of guy" He laughed " But it seems we have a choice to make...and since I seem to be stuck with you feths for the moment...we'll put it to a vote...do we head for this guys place" he gestured at Shadow " or chance it in the mall?"...He continued " But ..we better make a choice quick..sounds like we have some company coming."
A low moaning from the below decks of the parking structure was getting loader.
Tombstone leaned against the SUV,unholstered his weapons,lit a cigarette and waited for a reply...

OOC: jennifers fathers meant to be dead, you could change who for where for a very intersting plot twist

I'll get a post up in a few minutes

OOC: @ Ninja... My mistake,I went back over several pages,and I see where I flubbed up.

Ok,last post has been edited to make a bit more sense.

OOC: looks fine FITZZ

" Ok!" The strange man said " Normaly I'm not a very diplomatic kind of guy" He laughed " But it seems we have a choice to make...and since I seem to be stuck with you feths for the moment...we'll put it to a vote...do we head for this guys place" he gestured at the soilder " or chance it in the mall?"...He continued " But ..we better make a choice quick..sounds like we have some company coming."

A low moaning from the below decks of the parking structure was getting loader. The man leaned against the Car she had just stumbled out of. she was confused, she didn't recognise any of these people, and didn't know where she was. looking around she noticed the burning wreck of a helicopter on the other side of the roof, they seemed to be on some sort of parking structure and she could hear moaning, coming from below them.

"why aren't we getting the frack out of here" she said, not directing the question to anyone

Ashton was first to reply "because we don't know what do do, we can either hit the mall and stock up now or head out straight away to 'shadows' house outside the city; but first we need to decide what to do with the donkey cave that blew our ride up, that chopper too"

There was a grunt as ashton kicked the man tied up on the ground. It swore at him and was kicked again.

jennifer looked around, Ashton had his arm wraped in duct tape, it looked broken; there was a grenade launcher and some other weapons on the bonnet of the car probably from the man on the ground. looking in the car she saw her pack and some other supplies in the boot, they would need them.

"well then boys your choice, I suggest we follow the weekend soilder, he seems to know what to do, but you, you have some explaining to do" she said pointing at the biker "how the frack do you know my father!"


OOC: we really should hit the mall fast, we'll need the ammo then we can head away

" Well then boys your choice, I suggest we follow the weekend soilder, he seems to know what to do," Jennifer said " But you, you have some explaining to do" she said pointing at the biker "how the frack do you know my father!"

Tombstone glanced at the woman,smiling at her anger "Relax Princess" he said "You'll get all your answers... in time."

A ghoul appeared,shambling up the garage ramp,"The first of many from the sound of it." Tombstone thought.

He raised his pistol to fire,but the woman fired her weapon first...the zombies head vaporizing in a crimson cloud.

Tombstone looked at her with some aproval,his evil grin returning.

Several more of the walking dead came stumbleing up the ramp,their hungry moans filling the night air.

" Where starting to draw a crowd here" Tombstone thought as he put a round from his pistol into the skull of an approaching ghoul.

"There may be to fething many of them coming up for us to drive out now!" shouted Halon as he unleashed round after round into the attacking zombies,droping three of them.

" God!" Shadow said as he listened to the moans from bellow " There must be hundreds of them down there" He glanced at Patrick who was sitting up trying to recover, " You crazy feth!" Shadow yelled " You may have killed us all!" he raised his weapon and fired blowing a zombies head into pulp.

" All right boys,girl and lunatics!" Tombstone shouted as he gunned down another zombie " We either run for the mall entrance over there...or we pile in the SUV and try to ram our way through all those hungry bastards below us!"

More Zombies came pouring up the garage ramp,the small group of survivors taking careful aim and fireing there weapons into the closing horde...

Interesting developments...good thing I have my dagger.

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Patrick sat there, watching them all bickering about what to do. He laughed. He tried to reach for the lengthened handle of his butterfly knife, and he just barely grabbed it with his pinky finger.

He flipped it up and caught it in his hand, flipping it open. Patrick struggled to cut the duct tape while tied up, but it was rather easy after a while.

He knew cutting the other arm free would be too risky for them to see, so he rolled over and put a hand on his Grenade Launcher.

He got up, and looked Tombstone right in the eye and laughed as he shot 4 grenades straight at the oncoming wave of ghouls.

The majority of them obliterated, the rest were too hamstrung to do anything but crawl.

"You guys honestly didn't expect the mall to be packed, did you?" Patrick asked as all of them either had they're gun pointed at him, or stared daggers with eyes.

"So its like that, huh?" Patrick said

Patrick winced a bit from the bruises on his stomach. He cut the duct tape off of his other arm, and put a hand on his knose, and snapped it back into place.

"Now, all of you saw the wave of undead outside, except maybe the girl right there. The mall has supplies of all kinds, including gun shops, and all the food we can eat."

"So we have two choices, go into the mall and fight a horde of undead, as well as get supplies, or we get in the car, attempt to ram through a horde of undead, which will fail, and then fight a horde of undead trapped in a car"

"I'd prefer the former" Patrick said with a smile

Surely, if they completely frisked you, they'd find your dagger...?

*shrug* maybe you hid it really far up your arse

OOC: @ Karon

Ghosty makes a good point my friend,your character had been completely searched by two characters who were quite intent at making sure you were unarmed.

Also,your grenade launcher had been placed on the hood of the SUV,along with all the various other toys you had tucked away,so even if by some miracle you had freed yourself, someone in the group would have noticed your character attempting to retrive his weapons and more than likely put a bullet through his head.

I'm not trying to rain on your parade here,but your last post seems a bit OTT...no offence ment.

Remember kids; always use a flashlight!

And yes, Patrick seems a bit OTT in that last post I'm afraid to say :(

Sorry, whats with the flashlight referance?!

ghosty wrote:*shrug* maybe you hid it really far up your arse

"HaHAhahAHA!" Screamed Bonzo, falling to the floor with a europhic high that had come from slaughtering the zombies. He looked at the bite on Tom's arm and resumed his howling, tears streaming down his face with pure bliss, laughing uncontrollably. He eventually managed to calm down enough to speak, he smiled, his teeth covered in blood, "Your faces, YoUR FacES!"

Tom and Keira looked at him incredulously, "The hell are you laughing about?", "It's just your bite, your damn tasty" He replied, licking some dripping blood from the side of his mouth. "H...hang on, I didn't do it twice" He said, pointing towards the second bite, "The HELL?" Said Tom, "You bit me?"

"Looks like someone else did too....." Said Bonzo accusingly looking at Keira "Little bit more than a love bite eh? Where shall we go from here then" He said, hefting his chainsaw onto his shoulder, in a kind of 'let's roll out because I want to kill some more stuff before you go psycho' way.

Tombstone glared at the crazy man in the robe,"Fething unreal" he thought " This crazy feth is going to be more trouble than he's worth"

Tombstone raised his pistol,intent on blowing the madmans head off,only to be knocked of balance by a charging ghoul.

The zombies jaws snapping inches away from Tombstones face,the biker pivoted and kicked hard against the zombies stomach knocking it backwards.

Tombstone was on his feet and shooting in a heartbeat,the zombies head splattering under the hail of bullets.

The biker had had enough,he turned to the woman " C'mon we're getting the feth out of here" He said." Head for the mall entrance ."

Tombstone snatched up the bags and nudged the woman in the direction of the entrance.

Zombies poured up the garage ramp,50 or more had now reached the top leval and more were appearing every second.

The woman hesitated for a split second and raced after Tombstone as he barreled for the mall entrance,others in the group followed...But Tombstone didn't look back to see who they were...he only knew they better be fast...

OOC: Apologies if I was a bit over the top, I figured the knife would be small enough to be hidden in a small pocket in my robe.

To be fair, all of you were quite distracted with a horde of undead, so again, I figured I would be fine. It being on the SUV hood was my fault, I thought it was on the ground a few feet away from me. Doesn't make much difference either way.

I was trying to keep with the "keep you guessing" and unorthodox behavior.

"I need to check the trade in value of Left for Dead." Halon shouted over the din of gunfire. "Let's get inside."

"Unless," Halon looked at Shadow, "you are 100%, sure as sure, positive that the place you came from is still standing we're staying in here. Marone AFB is gone and I sure as hell hope that you didn't come from there and expect us to go with you back there."

A zombie moved towards the entrance as Halon fired controlled bursts with his automatic. Upper body or headshots every time.

The group had swelled so survivability went up slightly. The crazy guy most likely bringing it down a little bit though.

"I suggest barricading this entrance asap." Halon added while breathing heavily. This was just too exciting for him and the adrenalin was beginning to wear off.

"Oh, and one thing." Halon added while walking backwards towards the inside of the mall, "where in the flying feth did this crazy guy get a fething grenade launcher?".

"I rather enjoy art, and an artist always has a way of procuring his brushes." Patrick chimed in rather sweetly.

The biker was too busy picking off members of the undead to notice the interaction.

"Whatever LeonardoDa Crazyfeth." Halon responded, looking for anything to block the door and considering the crazy feth as a board.

Day Three

Everyone was suddenly awoken by the sound of gunfire. Except Rex, who stayed up to keep guard.

"Sownds lyk were gonna have some vesitors.." Rex said to himself.

K pointed to an air vent. It was fairly small, but it looked like K could move through it fairly well. K thought that he could crawl through the air vents to see what all the noise was

"Good idea K" Trevor said, handing K a pistol "Here, take this just incase."

"Be careful" Victoria said, as K crawled into the air vent.

The air vents were coolish, as K expected, the air conditioners weren't turned off, so he wouldn't have to worry about being boiled alive. At the end of the vent, he could see through the slats some survivers fighting the horde of infected. He quickly crawled back and exited the vent into a hardware store. He looked around, he grabbed lighter fluid and some matches. Ran across the corridor to the arts and crafts store and grabbed a large roll of cotton off the shelf and poured all of the lighter fluid onto the roll. He ran the roll over to the entrance and rolled it along the door, avoiding the survivors and knocking over a couple of zombies. He then set cotton on fire. Stopping any more zombies from coming in the door for 5 hours, unless it's put out.

"Holy feth, a mall rat!" Halon exclaimed still watching the burning cotton. "A really smart mall rat.".

Patrick began moving towards the firewall, seemingly in admiration of it. Tombstone saw this and quickly ended patrick's movement towards the fire.

"You so much as touch that, or even try to put it out and I'll you in there, fething face first and watch you squirm." the biker added motioing his pistol towards patrick. "That goes for everyone of you feth heads. We have something good for the moment and if you take it away from me and hurt my feelings..." Tombstone pretended to sob before regaining his composure "I'll gouge out your eyes and shove them so far down your throat you'll be able to see your feelings.".

Shadow seemed unimpressed by the bikers statement while the others had mixed reactions. Patrick didn't say anything, Halon looked at the fire, the new kid seemed shocked, but made little noise. Tension filled the group as the moans outside continued to stay steady.

"Let's get this thing somewhat blocked before that fire goes out and let's all the rotters in. Oh and who the hell are you?" Halon asked pointing at the new kid. "In fact, once we get this temporary blockade up we need to have a little meet and greet. Tombstone knows that chick right there, who doesn't know us, and we all don't know who this kid is or if he's here alone.".

Seeing if my other post posted.

Tombstone and the woman reached the mall entrance first,Ashton caught up quickly and the three unleashed a hail of covering fire as the rest of the group ran ,still shooting,for the entrance.

The cough of the crazy feths grenade launcher,followed by the ear splitting explosions punctuated the night,cutting down dozens of zombies with each round.

Tombstone shook his head,halff the time he wanted to kill that mother fether,the other half...well....he just didn't know.

Ashton swung the entrance door open and the small group of surviviors rushed inside...the crazy feth bringing up the rear,spining madly and fireing of yet another grenade.

The biker watched with some amusement as the torsoe of one of the zombies was thrown spining and burning end over end from the blast,finaly landing with a meaty thud on the hood of a nearby car.

The crazy feth rushed into the entrance,glancing at Tombstone.

" Art!" the crazy feth said.

" Get fethed!" Tombstone replied.

The madman literaly danced away,still gibbering about art and explosives.

Tombstone shook his head again,"Soon you crazy bastard." the biker thought " Lights out..for good."

Halon and Shadow were aparently searching for a way to barricade the door,outside the sounds of the zombies pounding and searching for a way in made Tombstone agree tha blocking the door was most likely a good idea.

....To everyones surprise,a young man suddenly appeared and quickly had fasioned a wall of flaming material wich blocked the entrance.

"What the feth." Tombstone thought.

He watched as the crazy feth started walking towards the flames as if hypnotized by them,Tombstone backhanded the madman sending him sprawling.


"You so much as touch that, or even try to put it out and I'll shove you in there, fething face first and watch you squirm." the biker added motioing his pistol towards patrick. "That goes for everyone of you feth heads. We have something good for the moment and if you take it away from me and hurt my feelings..." Tombstone pretended to sob before regaining his composure "I'll gouge out your eyes and shove them so far down your throat you'll be able to see your feelings"

The man who called himself Shadow stared at Tombstone,Tombstone stared back grinning.

Halon suggested,quite corectly, that a more efficent blockade be fasioned before this makeshift bonfire went out,after a quick search of the immediate area,the group located several large metal filling cabnets,as well as three large metal desk and a huge supply of iron bars of various leagth,in short order a fairly solid barricade had been erected.

Tombstone walked away from the group to study a posted map of the location of the various shops located in the mall,after a few moments he had found several shops that would carry the provisions they would need to get the feth out of this mall...and this fething city.

OOC: Well feth,looks like I have a bit of editing to do as I was typing my post while the entrance was being set ablaze.

OOC: Fitzz, quick question for you. How is my RP part going, in terms of portraying your character that is?

Also, if anyone has an issue with how I am doing, go ahead and call me out on it.

halonachos wrote:OOC: Fitzz, quick question for you. How is my RP part going, in terms of portraying your character that is?

Also, if anyone has an issue with how I am doing, go ahead and call me out on it.

I belive you have a pretty good grasp on portraying "Tombstone" as he can go from stoic and intriverted to jokingly homicidal in seconds,plus he is a man who is very accustom to "being in control",so the way you RPed him was pretty accurate.

OOC: Just a bit of thought from myself. I loved how y'all said I was dancing and spinning shooting grenades off, that gave me a pretty cool image in my head. Though, I wanted to bring attention to that my character thinks of Tombstone as his superior in a way. Its weird, just go with it.

It looks like y'all have something in mind supplies wise, while I'm pretty blank, so I'll keep it short and not about that.

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Patrick stumbled and caught himself before falling into the flames, standing on one leg, the flames licking his face before he whipped it away.

Patrick stepped back, and saw Tombstone looking at a map. He walked over next to him, reloading his grenade launcher as he did.

He took up a grenade and showed him it. "This isn't art, my friend' Patrick said to him

Tombstone put a eye over to him, staring blankly.

"The art comes when it exits out of this device" Jewman spoke, raising the G-L slightly

"The explosion is the blank canvas" Patrick said "The destruction and bloodletting it causes is the paint, making it Art"

Tombstone had an irritated look in his eye.

"I'm out of fragmentation grenades, so I loaded this with my favorite: Concussion Grenades" Patrick explained

"Instead of throwing out shrapnel, which is generally ineffective at killing these cadavers, it will blow them apart, instead of slicing and cutting with shrapnel" Deidara continued

"You point that at me, and I'll make you shoot one of those down your throat" Tombstone smiled

Patrick laughed and put one of his arms around Tombstones shoulder "Don't worry, mate, you'll be the last one to die" Patrick laughed "You're a lot more help than those tools over there" He continued

Tombstone saw him walk away, twirling the G-L with two fingers, barely not firing it and killing himself

Tombstone chuckled

OOC: so are we all going to split up and hit different shops or are we going to all go round in a group, Nobody trusts Patrick on his own so it would probably mean pairs. it would also give us time to write out our own segment without anyone, exept maby ghosty, else giving our characters some time to takw in their current situation.

Any thoughts.

OOC: good idea

Tom went weak at the knees. He almost collapsed in Keira’s arms, before righting himself, and sitting down heavily on a nearby corpse. He put his head between his legs and tried to stop having a panic attack. Keira grabbed him by the shoulder and shook him violently.

“Get up! We’re not out of this yet. C’mon!” she cried, and then proceeded to half lead him, half drag him clear of the zombies. Bonzo appeared a second or two later, in a flurry of dismembered limbs. Then they were away, running as fast as they could, until the sounds of the moaning dead had diminished into background noise. They stopped and collapsed onto a nearby bench, where Tom began to hyperventilate.

“Calm down Tom! You’re only going to make matters worse!”

Tom stared at her through tear filled eyes. “I’m so sorry, Keira. I just didn’t think of the consequences.”

She sighed.

“Right. Let’s look at this from a medical point of view. Let’s make the assumption the virus is transfused through the blood, which explains the different incubation times between different patients. If it’s being moved through your body, the key thing to do is to calm down. If you keep panicking, your heart will beat faster, and you’ll die quicker. So first things first, take some shots of morphine. It’ll space you out enough to slow your breathing.”

Tom did what he was told obediently, plunging a pair of morphine syringes into his arm, and pumping the contents in. His pupils dilated, and his breathing slowed.

“Good. Ok, I’d of said amputation could have worked, but the position of the bite on your shoulder means I’d cut through your Vena Cava any way you looked at it, and you’d bleed out before the arm was off. Not to mention removing your arm may not even stem the spread of the virus.”

“Great. I’m a dead man walking. Listen Keira, kill me now… It’s the only way… please”

A single tear rolled down Keira’s cheek, but she quickly composed herself.

“That’s just being impractical; the reason why most patients died was because we had no clue of what we were dealing with. However, now we do. It’s safe to say we can inject just about every antibiotic, and every influenza treatment into you with no adverse effects. I mean, if it doesn’t work your gonna be dead within 12 hours, so it’s worth a shot. Look, there’s a pharmacy just there, we can try some of the gear there, then move onto the medical supplies safe room about half a miles walk down here.” She pointed at the map, indicating a place in the north side of the mall.

They got up and began to make their way over to the shop. Bonzo was busily removing chunks of meat from his chainsaws to notice them go. He probably wasn’t going to follow either way. Tom grabbed every non prescription antibiotic from the shelves, and began to swallow the pills like they were tic tacs. Keira went over to the prescription medicine, and grabbed up some of the stronger substances, and, she pocketed a pistol that had been lying on the floor. Just in case.

She returned over to Tom, and injected a cocktail of morphine, antibiotics and some strong virus inhibiter’s into his system; through the wound. She then bound the bite mark tightly with bandages and applied pressure. About 2 minutes later Tom went into shock, and began to have a fit. She held him down until it subsided.

OOC: @ Ninja
Splitting up into smaller groups in attempts to gather supplies more rapidly would,while being a bit more dangerous,perhaps be the best route to go.

However,I doubt Tombstone would let your character get to far from sight,as keeping her alive is part of his "plans"

I also agree that no one would trust Patrick...however,if you want to do a single RP in order to "regroup" your characters thoughts,I do have an idea.

Why not cover him in so much duct tape he looks like a mummy, then hang him just out of reach of the zombies from the roof, and use him as bait, whilst you guys grab what you need?

Evil plans are evil

ghosty wrote:Why not cover him in so much duct tape he looks like a mummy, then hang him just out of reach of the zombies from the roof, and use him as bait, whilst you guys grab what you need?

Evil plans are evil

That's fething hysterical, he'd be like a gaint insane pinata

OOC I say we do it, there must be ladders in the hardware store and I have rope in that bag tombstones carrying, he can just sit up there with his grenade launcher and blast at them below him

Tombstone walked over to where the woman,Jennifer was standing talking quietly to Ashton.

" It's like this Princess" he said to her,noticeing how she seemed to dislike his calling her princess, "We need to gather up some more ammo,maybe even a few more guns...we need supplies from the pharmacy,some food and water might be worth finding as well...we also need a way to find out what's going on ...nation wide I meen...so we need to hit the electronics store...get a laptop...or a CB."

The woman nodded as did Ashton.

" And" Tombstone continued "We need to do all this quick,fast and in a big fething hurry...those fething things are going to eventualy get in here...hell,there's most likely some in here now.

Jennifer spoke " Then we should probably split up,each small group focusing on one or two shops".

" I was thinking the same thing Princess" Tombstone grinned " I'm not crazy about the idea of letting you get to far away...but...the Pharmacy and the gun shop arn't to far apart...the pharmacy will also most likely have bottled water...maybe some dry foods,candy...something.."

"Well" Jennifer said " How do you suggest we team up?"

Tombstone grinned " You and Ashton hit the pharmacy,gather up every pain killer,antibiotic you can carry...if there's water...get some...food as well"

The woman nodded again.

" I'll take that crazy fether with me" Tombstone said " That way I can keep an eye on him...make sure he dosen't get trigger happy and blow a hole through a wall or something" Tombstone continued " We will hit the gun store...gather ammo and some weapons maybe"..

" We should kill him now" Ashton said,indicating Patrick.

Tombstone thought " Yes..we should" but for some nagging reason he didn't belive this moment was the right time...the biker spoke to Ashton " You let me worry about him...you just keep our little princess safe...I will only be several shops away,if anything...and I mean anything happens...I'll be there in seconds"

Tombstone turned to the other three men,Halon,Shadow and the kid who had started the fire.

" You three!...weekend warriors!...pyro!" Tombstone shouted "We're splitting up...going after supplies...why don't you two head for the electronics shop...find a way to contact the outside world...or at least find out how bad this gak really has gotten"

" Let's move" Tombstone said

Jennifer,Ashton and Tombstone headed for the shops,Tombstone paused a moment grabing the crazy feth " Your with me Boom Boom" he said to Patrick "..and you better behave yourself"

A moment later the four split into groups of two,each smaller group heading towards the selected stores.

" Be fething careful" Tombstone yelled after Ashton and Jennifer " and scream your fething heads off if you run into trouble."...

OOC: lol, I disapeared from the face of the earth

Drk_Oblitr8r wrote:OOC: lol, I disapeared from the face of the earth

OOC: woops ..sorry about that, fixed my last post so you are now there.

OOC: you guys got a 15 minute RP time window - see below


IC:

Shadow turned to the man who had introduced himself seconds earlier as Halon. "Heh. If you guys weren't the first non-military humans I've come across I'd be outta here. Weapons? Supplies? Got 'em. Well, guess I gotta use some of my ammo stockpiles sometime" Shadow said.

The two men headed up some immobile escalator(sp?) stairs, to the upper level. Looking around, they saw clothes shops, food shops, toy shops and not much else. "Gak, guess the others got the better areas" Halon grumbled.
They continued on for awhile - fifteen minutes atleast. They got to the other end of the mall. Then both men stopped.

"Did you hear that?" Shadow asked.
"I fething did!" Halon confirmed.
Looking ahead with dread, a stumbling horde began to appear from the two corners.
"gak! There's escalators to the 'back' entrance down that way!" Halon said.
Shadow handed Halon his pistol. "Take this."
Unholstering his rifle and shotgun, he held them both in one hand, and the two men opened fire.

OOC: Silver, I'm stumped as to what to do with my current situation. I've got 7 others with me now and I just can't think of a way to play all 7 of them and my character without me going crazy. I've been thinking about what to do for the last couple of days and just can't think of a way to RP the other 7 guys with me. If you give me a bit more time I'll start working on backstories which willl help me with the process. Been really busy lately.

Take as much time as you want. As I mentioned in my DAY THREE intro post, there are masses of zombies coming in from the north, which gives you a good excuse to kill off as many of the characters as you want

Here's a good idea, Cereal! Just say that they think natalie will be infected and they don't do anything, cause one of them won't let you investigate her or something.. then when I get back to my home/bunker and radio you or something, you can talk to me a bit, decide to come crash at my place, then go to tell the others. Then when you open a door to talk to them, they've all been turned/infected and you either run/get chased out of your home.

OOC: Whoot 1111th post!

K looked at the largeman yelling at him.

"Wait" K said

"Wait for what, shorty?" Tombstone said, roughly ruffling K's hair, pushing down to emphasise how short K was in comparrison.

"Came, from gunstore" K started "People sent me"

"So let me guess, they won't be happy if we came waltzing up without hearing from you"

"Yes..." K said, surprised the large brutish man understood what he was saying. "Follow?"

K lead the two back to the gunstore, when they heard gunshots and a scream echo from the corridor. K recognised the scream instantly. As they ran towards the corridor, they heard more screams, but this time the screams were words, saying "Stop it, Get off me".

K snatched the grenade launcher off of Patrick, and shot the barracade.

Bounce, bounce... BOOM!

The explosion had obliterated the baracade, but the recoil of the launch of the grenade cause it to fly from K's hand. All the survivors were shot, except for Rex and Vikky. Even from the end of the corridor, it was obvious what Rex was trying to do. K ran up to him, pulling out the pistol he had taken with him earlier out and slammed it as hard as he could across the side and back of his head. He jabbed Rex in the forehead with the end of the gun, as Vikky crawled over to Trevors corpse.

"You..." K said, staring Rex in the eyes, Rex still on the ground, trying to regain his composure.

"N-Now now no n-need to be unre--"

BANG, a gunshot. K looked confused, he hadn't fired. He looked towards the end of the corridor, Patrick was dancing around, still in a state of awe of the explosion that once was the barricade, Tombstone trying to keep him under control. Then he looked over to Vikky, who was sitting on the ground, next to her father. A tear rolled down her face as she threw away the gun. K threw the pistol to a side and walked over her and just sat next to her.

"I'm... sorry..." K said sympathetically, going to put his hand on her shoulder comfortingly, but stopped, deciding she probibly didn't want to be touched at the moment.

"That.. donkey cave, shot my father. Then everyone started shooting each other, split between them, and us you helped in. Then, he struck me with his gun" She points to a large bruise she now had on her face. "If you hadn't come when you had.."

"Stop." K said "Don't think, about it. You're, ok now"

"I don't mean to interupt on your little tea party" Tombstone started "Well, I did, but I thought you were going to speak to them for us, not blow them apart"

"He's a true artist!" Patrick yelled "The one armed artist!"

"Yeah, well, we should - -

Gunfire sounds from the entrance K used to get into the mall.

"Gak, we better go see what the feth is happening!" Tombstone yelled at K and Vikky.

"You two go up ahead, I need alittle more time" Vikky yelled back, grabbing K by his empty sleeve.

Tombstone laughs, and walks towards that part of the mall, stopping only to turn around and drag Patrick off by the back of his collar.

OOC: Nice Drk O, finally brought K into the fold. Gonna come with our loose band of criminals, commandos and psychos?

Your post was very good, best I've seen from you in this whole RP anyway.. bounce bounce boom is always funny.

Also, Ghosty, Tom better shift it and then magically hear gunshots or something if ya wanna join the posse.

Voidy me man, Tom has been bitten by a zombie, and is atm completely unconscious in the pharmacy. Ashton and 'princess' are probably gonna stumble into him, so i can just chillax for a bit.

And a word for the wise, anyone who tries to shoot him as a mercy kill, might find a crazy clown with a pair of chainsaws who finds it hard to distinguish friend from foe...



That said, Keira has sodded off to the warehouse to grab some stronger drugs, whilst Bonzo looks after Tom.

Is she mad?!? Who entrusts someone unconscious two a crazy, drug filled, drunk, maniacle, chainsaw wielding clown who

ghosty wrote:finds it hard to distinguish friend from foe

Yeah, I kinda forgot about that when the stuff with mah group started happening. But if you somehow survive..

And Ashton is likely to shoot Bonzo?! Who wouldn't?

Oi! Im oddly protective of the crazy clown, shoot him and ill become a zombie. And it'll be a running one, and it'll eat ashtons broken arm

And no, she aint crazy. Plus, Bonzo helped save Keira's life.

And bonzo is easily the best fighter here. He does crazy acrobatic skills to dismembre the undead.

There is a fine line between having the best fighting skills and jumping into crowds and juggling chainsaws.

And remember, Shadow is obviously the best fighter here.. well, tbh, he is.

Well, actually a lot of characters are good in different ways.
Now, H2H terms:

Shadow knows how to fight, done plenty of it, and bothered to learn kung-fu once upon a time.
Jenny knows how to use swords I think..
Tom.. he whacks people with spades..
Tombstone is a brute of a guy and is a hitman, after all.

Anyway, I'll end that pointless argument there.



Edit: I guess we'll find out who's the best fighter here when we run out of ammo.. if we're still alive that is..

Tombstone raced towards the sounds of gunfire,Patrick whirled about madly but some how kept up.

" Art!!!" the crazy feth sang at the top of his lungs " We're going to make lovely,lovely ART!!"

Tombstone glanced over at Patrick " You just make sure you don't turn any one living into one of your masterpieces...you crazy feth." the biker snapped.

Patrick didn't seem to hear the bikers words,he continued yelling about the fantastic art he would soon be making.

" I'm gonna have to do something about this feth crazy gak bug soon." Tombstone thought as the rounded a corner and came upon the scene of Halon and Shadow engaged in mowing down a horde of shambeling zombies.

Tombstone drew his pistols and sighted in on an aproaching ghoul,he squeezed the trigger and sent brain and blood flying.

" ART!!!" came the battle cry of the crazy man behind Tombstone, the cough of the grenade launcher echoed in the confines of the mall ... the blast from a grenade splattering several zombies to paste.

" Looks like the calvary arrived just in time." Tombstone smirked at Shadow,his cold eyes locking with the soilders.

"Calvary!?" Shadow said with a harsh laugh " Is that what you call that crazy feth?"

" We could always leave you ladies alone" Tombstone grinned evily at the man " Looks like you were doing just fine without us".the biker finished sarcasticly.

Halon snapped at the two men " Argue latter!" he said " Or we aint going to be around to decide wich one of you has the biggest..."
another ear splitting explosion from one of patricks grenades .

For what seemed like forever the 4 men poured lead and grenades into the advancing horde...for a moment Tombstone belived they would be over run and braced for the end,however the flow of the undead eventualy tappered off.

Patrick was in ecstay,dancing and cheering with a mad glee...delighting in his art work.

Shadow looked at the two others and shook his head, " Come on..we had better attempt to secure this area before more of those fethers get inside."

Tombstone issued a snappy salute " Yes sir!..right away sir!!" he laughed.

" You got a big mouth biker boy" Shadow said glaring at Tombstone.

Tombstone glared back " Yes I do" he said with a grin " Feel free to close it anytime you think you can...but ya better know one thing G.I Joe...when you jump..I'm definatly gonna feth up your landing."

Halon stepped between the two men... "let's get this place secure you two." he said

The two glared at each other,but followed to help Halon.

OOC: Shadow isn't a pressed-uniform "yes-sir I'll bend over backwards for you sir" kind of soldiers. He's gone rogue anyway.. and he isn't all strict and stiff about everything ('cept ladies ) and I actually saw the two getting on. But seeing as Tombstone resents soldier-boy, I'll play ball. This is going to be fun. Ah well, atleast they can agree on one thing: Patrick has got to die.. wait, everyone agrees on that.. ah well.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC: Shadow isn't a pressed-uniform "yes-sir I'll bend over backwards for you sir" kind of soldiers. He's gone rogue anyway.. and he isn't all strict and stiff about everything ('cept ladies ) and I actually saw the two getting on. But seeing as Tombstone resents soldier-boy, I'll play ball. This is going to be fun. Ah well, atleast they can agree on one thing: Patrick has got to die.. wait, everyone agrees on that.. ah well.

OOC: Look at it this way,both Tombstone and Shadow are two of the "bigger dogs" in this "pack",so a bit of growling at each other at first is natural,Tombstone basicly using Shadows obvious military connections as a simple bantering point...not really resentment.
I also see them eventauly "geting along" (if we live that long) ...but atm..they are "sizeing each other up"...if you get me.

OOC - Fitzz, are you guys in the same mall as the part I'm with? Also, I forget but do you have a particularly nasty vendetta/killing wish/anyone else in your party having either of the above for anyone in my party?

Great Unclean One wrote:OOC - Fitzz, are you guys in the same mall as the part I'm with? Also, I forget but do you have a particularly nasty vendetta/killing wish/anyone else in your party having either of the above for anyone in my party?

OOC: Yes we are in the same mall, and I belive that soon some of our party will be meeting with some of yours,as we should be checking the pharmacy in witch "Tom" is passed out in.

As far as a killing grudge against anyone in your group,"Tom" had been asking " Strawberry" (Tombstones friend) some questions on day 1 that Tombstone had been "uneasy" about,although "Strawberry" got vaporized before being able to reveil any real info to Tombstone,all Tombstone knows is a junkie named Tom was asking some questions.

OOC: i think FM ninja's sposed to be heading for the pharmacy, which is where we are GUO, but theyre nearish. And as far as i know, no one has a particular vendetta against us

Meh, i might be dead in a couple of hours, so its no biggy Unless the drugs somehow work

OOC: Personaly...I can't wait to see what happens when Bonzo and Patrick get together...it should be good times.

OOC - Ok then, sounds good, I think... I've roleplayed my day 3 a bit so I'm going to wait for you guys to get here before I RP again. ^^

ghosty wrote:Meh, i might be dead in a couple of hours, so its no biggy Unless the drugs somehow work

True...plus I doubt that considering the fact that zombies have probably eaten the local police force,Tombstone will be very concerend with "Tom" reporting him to the law.

Exactemondo

Still, i might -

Wait a sec, did darkvoid insinuate hitting people with a spade isnt a good fighting technique?!

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC: Shadow isn't a pressed-uniform "yes-sir I'll bend over backwards for you sir" kind of soldiers. He's gone rogue anyway.. and he isn't all strict and stiff about everything ('cept ladies ) and I actually saw the two getting on. But seeing as Tombstone resents soldier-boy, I'll play ball. This is going to be fun. Ah well, atleast they can agree on one thing: Patrick has got to die.. wait, everyone agrees on that.. ah well.

OOC: Look at it this way,both Tombstone and Shadow are two of the "bigger dogs" in this "pack",so a bit of growling at each other at first is natural,Tombstone basicly using Shadows obvious military connections as a simple bantering point...not really resentment.
I also see them eventauly "geting along" (if we live that long) ...but atm..they are "sizeing each other up"...if you get me.

Ah, right. Didn't realize he'd established himself that much.. maybe it's the shotgun..

ghosty wrote:Wait a sec, did darkvoid insinuate hitting people with a spade isnt a good fighting technique?!

Less of a good technique and more of a desperate-ohshit-I-don't-have-a-gun technique. Still, it is a highly amusing concept and equally destructive passtime for the recipient for me to be happy

+1 to spades!

Art..is a blunt garden tool!

"Ma'am, we gotta be quick" Ashton said as they ran down the mall

"yeah, right" she replied "how the hell did we get here anyway"

"well, we were driving along when that lunatic shot a grenade into the car, you jumped and knocked yourself out but I was caught in the explosion.I managed to catch the looney and tombstone found you, after that we made a runner for the mall only to be picked up by that other dude who brought us up the car park, then the helicopter came and the looney blew it up and thats when you stumbled out the car" Ashton speeled off

they jogged down some more of the mall Jennifer taking in all that had happened. they found the pharmacy, its door open, they stopped and looked in. Not seeing anybody inside they stepped in. Ashtons pistol in his unbroken left hand; Jennifer shouldering her rifle. There was a body lying on the floor and a large man sitting facing away from them, a pair of chainsaws sitting next to him.

"Oy, Donkey-cave, you alive" Jennifer called not taking her aim off his head

Bonzo didn't respond but his hand reached for the chainsaws, Jennifer shoot at his hand, aiming to miss.

"Oh, I'm very alive" he giggled jumping to his feet.the man seemed to be wearing clown makeup but looked like a bum. "but THIS one, i'm not so sure about"

he picked up one of the chainsaws and revved it. Little bits of flesh came spurting out and slapped against the shelves

"try and do anything to him, however and that could be you" he said, indikcating the flesh

"well then, we'll just get what we need and go, follow us if you want"

The pair left bonzo standing their, spinning his chainsaw round on his fingers, the headed over to the painkillers and scooped half the shelve into the bag they had. Heading over to the counter to get the chocolate they heard gunshots. Ashton looked out the door and saw nothing, quickly grabbing the bottles of water out the fridge they ran out the store. yelling to the "clown"

"come if you want, we're not staying long"

they ran back the way they came, ashton holdig his pisotl in his right hand while he pulled out the magazine to check how many bullets he had left while jennifer opened the zip inbetween the straps of her rucksack, reveling the handle of her Kantana.

they passed the ruined remains of a gunshop, and they stopped, Ashton needed more than a pistol to survive, they jumped through what used to be the window and looked around, there were bodys everywhere. jennifer grabbed a p90 off the wall and told ashton to sit down,

"Hold still, this might hurt" she said, she cut through the duct tape bandages with a knife on the counter she told him to grip the gun and wrapped it to his arm with more tape
"grab all the ammo you can carry, you'll need it. Ashton started filling his pockets with bullets, emptying them straight from the box while jennifer grabbed a torch mount from the rack, it didn't have any batteries so she grabbed a pack from the counter. there was a couple of empty drum magizines on the shelves so she pocketed them too. They started moving again towards the source of the gunfire, but when they got there everybody was trying to barricade a door and the zombies were dead.

OOC: I asume I'm a minute behind whoever was in there all ready, If you guys are heading out now, have me fit the batteries and start loading ammo into the mags as we move, however I think everybody needs a snack break RP me telling you about Bonzo, though call him the mad clown

thats me for tonight as I am going to play a PandP RPG now

OOC: Noone's moved. We're all just..sitting..

OOC: FYI, I'd prefer everyone not refer to my character as some autistic man who fires off grenades at everything that moves. He's rather insane at this point, but he's still very intelligent.

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Patrick laughed at Tombstone. He took a loose thread off of his robe and rummaged in one of his several pockets in his robe for a spare fragmentation hand grenade.

He eventually found one, and tied one end of the thread to the pin. He tied the other end of the thread to a piece of metal sticking out of a corner of the doorway to the mall.

He put the grenade on the other side of the doorway, and made sure it was taught, and loosened the pin slightly.

Tombstone watched, arms crossed

"Good enough for you, big guy?" Patrick said

"If one of those bastards find their way up, they'll be shredded, and we'll know we're in trouble" Patrick explained

"Good enough" Tombstone said

Tom slowly opened his eyes. He felt weak, and sicker than he’d ever felt before. Which was saying something. He looked blearily around, and saw the looming shape of Bonzo.
“Hey….man. Eugh, where’s …..Keira?” he managed, before he turned over and violently threw up over the floor. It was black. He stared at the pool of dark goo with shock.

“Hey, is it ‘sposed to be that colour?!” cackled Bonzo, who was busy juggling his chainsaws.

Tom looked up at the clown, and truly wondered what was going through the man’s head. Probably something to do with a tiny motorbike. Tom threw up again.

Keira ran in, panting heavily. She looked distraught, and was shaking slightly. She peered back out of the shop entrance, then, apparently satisfied, she jogged over to Tom and pulled him away from the pool of vomit.

“Hey hun, how’re you doing?” she asked, as she pulled out of her backpack a large and nasty looking syringe.

Tom grunted, and pointed at the sick.

“Listen, we need to hide you hun, I don’t want people coming for you.”

Bonzo grinned, and stated to the room in general “A pair of gangsters came in earlier, they were part of a gang running around. They ran off at the sound of gunfire”

Keira nodded. “Yeah I happened to run into the group. They were busy barricading an entrance. A couple of real pieces of work amongst them, people who might just cap you before you get better.”

Tom was suddenly alert. “Did they see you?”

Keira bowed her head. “Yeah, some fat man with a leather jacket yelled at me. I ran.”

Tom struggled to his feet, and stumbled towards the back room, whilst Keira and Bonzo tried to look inconspicuous, in case anyone ran into them.

Anyway, since it's a bit too late for roadsigns..

IC:


Poking off the web page and pocketing his Iphone, Shadow turned to the other three indeviduals. "I suggest we move - now. We have to get to my bunker, news says that some clever people predicted that almost a million people are infected, so how many of them have turned in this city alone?"

"Well how the flying feth are we meant to know, army-boy?" Tombstone taunted.

Glaring at him, Shadow said "roughly 20k in the city."

"how d'you know that?" Tombstone asked, surprised that he'd actually been given a figure, and frightened by the result.

"Some guy estimated blah blah rate of infection blah spread takes blah amount of hours blah" Shadow replied sarcastically.

Suddenly there was an explosion from behind them, sending bits of zombie and building everywhere.

Shadow pumped his shotgun.

"Lock 'n' load, homeboys"

"So, " Said Bonzo, trying his hardest to look conspicous without giggling.... "Where we going next? Worth meeting up with that group of gangsters? Seems like they are some right.... characters"

As he said this, he was spinning his chainsaws about in the air, pulling them under at the last minute before they slammed down on the floor, grinning and suppressing his laughter each time he caught them. As he did this, blood slowly soaked his hands from the flesh still inside the chainsaws and he was slowly being covered in flecks of the stuff, all over his body.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:


Anyway, since it's a bit too late for roadsigns..

IC:


Poking off the web page and pocketing his Iphone, Shadow turned to the other three indeviduals. "I suggest we move - now. We have to get to my bunker, news says that some clever people predicted that almost a million people are infected, so how many of them have turned in this city alone?"

"Well how the flying feth are we meant to know, army-boy?" Tombstone taunted.

Glaring at him, Shadow said "roughly 20k in the city."

"how d'you know that?" Tombstone asked, surprised that he'd actually been given a figure, and frightened by the result.

"Some guy estimated blah blah rate of infection blah spread takes blah amount of hours blah" Shadow replied sarcastically.

Suddenly there was an explosion from behind them, sending bits of zombie and building everywhere.

Shadow pumped his shotgun.

"Lock 'n' load, homeboys"

I'm confused at this post.

I just set the trap, and was over by you guys. We were at the door, and we HEARD the explosion? I didn't shoot anything, and if the grenade went off, we'd all be dead.

@ Karon.

Well,let's say,for the games sake,that we had all walked to a safe enough distance from your trip wire trap.

And besides...the trap worked.

Tombstone whirled in the direction of the explosion, several zombies, who had been caught by the blast, drug themselves along the floor,over two dozen more where slowly advancing on the group.

Shadow fired his shotgun completly removing the head of the lead ghoul,he racked in another shell and fired again sending another zombie to the floor.

Tombstone glanced at the man and nodded with a wide grin.

" Well at least your a good shot soilder boy" Tombstone said " Almost makes up for your personality" the biker grined wider.

" Get fethed you spooky bastard." Shadow replied,grining himself as Tombstone dropped two zombies at once with duel fire from his twin 9mms.

" Well...if that's a offer...I'll have to think it over" Tombstone said with a laugh " I'm just a push over when it comes to soilder boys" the biker fluttered his eyelashes at Shadow who flipped the biker off and begin fireing into the zombie mob again.

Tombstone placed a round through the head of a zombie who had obviously been close when Patricks trap had gone off,the ghoul was missing an arm and fresh shrapnel scars covered its body.

The biker looked over at Patrick,who was slowly loading his grenade launcher.

" Well what are you waiting on Boom Boom?" Tombstone said with a hint of surprise "Make some art."

Patrick turned to Tombstone,an odd smile on his face " It all makes sense in the fury I create."
He fired his grenade launcher into the small horde vaporizing several zombies..." See." he spoke softly to the biker.

Tombstone nodded,not so much understanding what the man was talking about,but finding himself...for the first time..glad that fether had the fething grenade launcher.

Jennifer,Ashton and Hallon where also busy pumping rounds into the dimishing group of walking corpses,Tombstone had a good chuckle when he saw that someone had actually duct taped a gun onto Ashtons arm.

" No doubt about it" Tombstone though as he sent the brains of another zombie exiting it's skull " This has got to be the most bizzare fething day of my life."

The group continued firing.

"Hey! Harley boy."Shadow said to Tombstone " I think it's time we get the feth out of this place"

Tombstone gave a nod, "Aye Aye sir!" he replied with a evil grin...

OOC: I belive that's it for me tonight,have work early in the A.M.
Hopefully by the time I'm back on later tommorow we will be out of this god forsaken mall

Halon had been watching patrick McCrazyfeth interacting with Tombstone.

"Hey, Shadow, we need to watch that patrick guy. He's schmoozing up to the biker and I think the biker's falling for it.". Halon told Shadow as so Tombstone and Patrick could not hear it.

It wasn't that hard with grenades and guns going off everywhere.

K and Vikky just sat there, not talking. She was still holding his empty sleeve. The sounds of the gunfire and explosions in the background.

"We, should go help..." K said

An explosion flings a zombine arm to fly across, landing in the corridor. They stare at it, then each other.

"Yeah, we should probibly get going" Vikky replied, after a moment.

K picked his pistol back up off the ground and walked over into the clothes shop adjacent from the gunstore, and grabbed a black coat, and a brown coat. Vikky walked into the gun shop, and grabbed a rifle from behind the counter, and grabbed as much ammo as she could, and could fit into the brown coat when K came back. K filled a pocket with ammo for his pistol, and the rest with water bottles and musli bars.

They then walked towards where the infected were trying to get into the mall.

Patrick heard the car driver talking to the soldier, about himself and the biker through a gap in his firing of the grenade launcher. It looked like loyalties has ultimately been traced.

The firing had stopped, and everyone was busy reloading there weapons when Halon walked into a bakery shop, looking for some food.

Patrick fingered his silenced handgun, and followed him in.

He stopped at a counter inside the counter, and patrick put the gun to the back of his head.

"Listen" Patrick whispered "If you even try to TOUCH me, you'll be dust"

Patrick took the gun away, and Halon turned his head to Patrick's cocky half-smile.

"Get me a scone, will yah?" Patrick laughed

He walked back to the group, pocketing his handgun and taking out his grenade launcher and reloaded it.

Oh. Oh dear. Patricks really GOTTTA die.

ghosty wrote:Oh. Oh dear. Patricks really GOTTTA die.

I'd say "you've won!" but we haven't till that mad fether's gone.

I disagree!

In a situation where players try to attack Patrick, I'm totally making K try to stop it

..why? O_O

You're all ganging up on him

Drk_Oblitr8r wrote:You're all ganging up on him

In times when safety is in numbers, does this not suggest something to you?


Oh, and if it comes down to it, you're either at the end of Shadow's barrel or behind it.

Remember any PvP is done as an event by me please; just a reminder before you all start trying to pop a cap in each other in your RP's

As soon as Patrick runs outta ammo (can't have much more left) you know you'll get plenty of PM's.

Do we even need to wait that long, just wait till he is reloading. bag over the head and tie him up.

Im not ganging up, mines all in mirth

I kinda like Patrick, wanna ruffle his hair

my post dissapeered

oh, no it didnt

We seem to be having a problem with the first post of each new page vanishing until someone posts something else - it is slightly annoying but there you go

true facts. Hey silver, whens that random event coming?

not to nag...

It's been at most 30 minutes since your character was bitten, so quite a while unless the pace of the RP picks up significantly

baah humbug, its jsut i got ver. little to do :(

Vacation from rp it is then

Play as the woman for a while

OOC: Just an FYI, if y'all try to kill me, I'm going Jihad style. 100 Concussion Grenades wouldn't be very nice

On the subject of ammo, I won't be running out of it, just like how our firearms never seem to.

OOC: Surely, not making mountains outta molehills, but surely that makes you untouchable? Which....ruins the point of the aspect of survival? I mean one zombie bite and you blow everyone up. One more tying up of you...and you start a nuclear holocaust. One more talking out of turn, and the universe implodes. I'm not having a dig at you, cos I like you, but i think that's a bit.....much.

And thanks for that pointer: People! we have ammo! Run out dammit!

IC: Keira watched Tom stagger out into the backroom. She sighed faintly, and wiped a tear away. Wandering over to their bag of supplies, she pulled out a bottle of vodka, and a packet of chocolates, and sat down on the floor.

Bonzo wandered over and sat next to her. He may be slightly unhinged, but he new when someone needed comforting. She wordlessly handed him the bottle of vodka, and he took a swig. Voices were in the distance, but were increasing in tempo every second. Someone was walking towards them. F*ck them. They can come for all she cared, as long as they didnt touch Tom. as this thought formulated, Keira pulled her now bent metal pipe closer to her. She really needed another weapon. So did Tom, but if zombies attacked now, he'd hardly be able to defend himself. Her hand reached down and patted her pocket. The small pistol was still there. Only six shots, but that's four zombies, maybe five, and then the last for Tom. Keira however, knew she had never even fired a gun on a game before, so she was pretty sure she'd miss. ..

Voices came closer. People were definitely heading this way.

OOC: Hai, if anyone wants to wander this way theyre welcome to, but if you don't want to, ill understand and get some other survivors to stagger in.

ghosty wrote:OOC: Surely, not making mountains outta molehills, but surely that makes you untouchable? Which....ruins the point of the aspect of survival? I mean one zombie bite and you blow everyone up. One more tying up of you...and you start a nuclear holocaust. One more talking out of turn, and the universe implodes. I'm not having a dig at you, cos I like you, but i think that's a bit.....much.

And thanks for that pointer: People! we have ammo! Run out dammit!

IC: Keira watched Tom stagger out into the backroom. She sighed faintly, and wiped a tear away. Wandering over to their bag of supplies, she pulled out a bottle of vodka, and a packet of chocolates, and sat down on the floor.

Bonzo wandered over and sat next to her. He may be slightly unhinged, but he new when someone needed comforting. She wordlessly handed him the bottle of vodka, and he took a swig. Voices were in the distance, but were increasing in tempo every second. Someone was walking towards them. F*ck them. They can come for all she cared, as long as they didnt touch Tom. as this thought formulated, Keira pulled her now bent metal pipe closer to her. She really needed another weapon. So did Tom, but if zombies attacked now, he'd hardly be able to defend himself. Her hand reached down and patted her pocket. The small pistol was still there. Only six shots, but that's four zombies, maybe five, and then the last for Tom. Keira however, knew she had never even fired a gun on a game before, so she was pretty sure she'd miss. ..

Voices came closer. People were definitely heading this way.

OOC: Hai, if anyone wants to wander this way theyre welcome to, but if you don't want to, ill understand and get some other survivors to stagger in.

Oh no, I was just saying, Patrick is insane, and if he gets too suspicious for his own comfort, and you make it painfully obvious you want him dead no matter the consequences......

I dont! well.

He's bloody annoying

But i like him

OOC: @ Karon.

On the subject of "not running out of ammo"

I understand that it would seem that other characters seem to have an unlimited supply of ammo,however..if you take my character for example,he is currently armed with 2 Baretta 9mm pistols ( with a total of 6 magazines=96 rounds) + an MP5 (with 3 magazines=90 rounds) + he is carrying 200 rounds of 9mm ammo in his bag (this wieghs roughly 6lbs-8lbs),add to that there is a gunstore nearby and 9mm ammo is pretty easy to find.

However,in Patricks case he is packing a grenade launcher,IIRC a single grenade wieghs in the nieghborhood of 1 and a half pounds,and is roughly the size of a soda can ( a bit smaller),what I'm getting at is that even with 50 rounds,his robe would be dragging the floor & cumbersome as hell,and with him carrying 75 lbs of grenades,he would be quite slow on the go..if you get my meening,also,he would not have anyplace to simply snatch up more grenades,as your average gun shop doesn't deal in military anti-personal weapons.

I honestly am not attempting to rain on your parade,I'm enjoying Patricks antics...and look forward to shooting him later (JK) ,however it is my humble opinion that he should have a limited supply of grenades (say 25) and once there gone..there gone.
I also agree with Ghosty in that making your character "untouchable" sort of ruins the point of the game...after all...we can all end up zombie chow.

Oh, no, I understand, Fitzz, I have most of Patricks story already worked out in my head.

Though, some may have forgotten, I DO have a small backpack under my robe with some things I mentioned earlier in one of my posts, though most of the food and such was lost in the crash.

On the subject of the making my character untouchable, all I meant was that if you make it painfully obvious that you want me dead, patrick might shoot you first, or decide to take you with him Jihad style.

Untouchable isn't the word for it...... a piece of cardboard with a dozen propane tanks inside might be a bit better.

Tombstone walked over to where Jennifer and Ashton stood reloading there weapons,Ashton having a difficult time of it with his arm taped to his gun.

He pulled the spent magazines from his own pistols and thoughtfully reloaded his own weapons,looking up at Jennifer he spoke...

" This Alamo gak is going to get us all killed" the biker said grimly, " We definatley need to get the feth out of here and into somewhere ....safer."

Jennifer and Ashton both nodded,the woman speaking

"Any ideas just where the feth safer is" she raised an eyebrow at Tombstone.

"Feth if I know for sure Princess" Tombstone replied " But I fething well know it aint fething here".

Ashton spoke,interupting the two " The man...Shadow..he said something about having a place loaded with ammo and supplies...maybe we could try for that."

" Maybe." Tombstone said " But,who knows if his fortress has been over run" the biker grined, " I'll talk with him about it...but we should also be ready if we have to keep on hauling ass if we get there and find zombies partying on the lawn".

Jennifer nodded again " Perhaps it would be a better idea to just try to get out of the city" she said " Go to where my Father is" she looked at Tombstone distrustfuly.

" Princess" Tombstone said " No one wants to get you back to dear old daddy more than I do" he smiled coldly at the woman.

" Stop calling me princess" Jennifer said irritated.

" Ok cupcake" Tombstone replied mocking her,he swiftly steped back as she tried to hit him.." Calm down there Sweetheart" Tombstone laughed " You don't want to start hitting me...I like it rough"

The woman glared at him as he turned his atention to Ashton.." Ok King Tut" Tombstone said indicating his wrapped up arm " Did ya'll get enough supplies on your excursion into this wonderful den of consumer bliss?"

" Pardon?" Ashton said a bit confused.

" Did ya'll find the gak we need?" Tombstone said shaking his head.

" Oh ...yes,well some of it..we heard all the shooting and thought we should come help" Ashton replied.

Tombstone nodded " And thank godness you showed up when you did" the biker laughed " We needed a mummified gunmen to go along with our batgak fething crazy demolitions expert".

Ashton was quiet,Jennifer continued to glare at the biker " Why are you such an ass" she said.

" Abandonment issues Sweetie pie" Tombstone grined " My parents left me in a garbage can as a child"...this was not far from the truth.

Jennifer shook her head "Bastard" she said softly through clenched teeth.

" Now" Tombstone said " I suggest we take a stroll back to the gun shop and get a bit more ammo...don't want to run out when we're on the road"

The biker turned and begin to walk toward the main mall area,his heavy enginer boots echoing as he moved.

" Tombstone" Jennifer called after him " we saw some people back that way...a woman,a man who looked hurt..and a ..a bum dressed as a clown."

" Clown?" Tombstone asked quietly,he had seen a clown,or at least thought he had earlier today....he wondered if it was the same guy.

Jennifer nodded " At least he looks like a clown." she said with a shrug.

" How's the man been hurt?" Tombstone asked

" We didn't conduct a fething survey back there." She said,smilling a bit herself.

Tombstone shrugged " Fair enough ...Princess."
He turned and started walking, a roll of duct tape flew past his head missing him by a mere inch...he smiled and kept walking towards the gun store...

Karon wrote:Oh, no, I understand, Fitzz, I have most of Patricks story already worked out in my head.

Though, some may have forgotten, I DO have a small backpack under my robe with some things I mentioned earlier in one of my posts, though most of the food and such was lost in the crash.

On the subject of the making my character untouchable, all I meant was that if you make it painfully obvious that you want me dead, patrick might shoot you first, or decide to take you with him Jihad style.

Untouchable isn't the word for it...... a piece of cardboard with a dozen propane tanks inside might be a bit better.

Fair enough man.

Tombstone turned a corner and entered the mall proper,there seated a few dozen yards away,just as Jennifer had said was the clown,the woman and the injured man..who appeared to be passed out.

Tombstone drew his pistols,but kept them at his side,no need to start a ruckus if one wasn't needed he thought.

The clown had noticed the biker unholstering his weapons and deftly spun one of his chainsaws around.

" Hope your not up to no good with them pistols there" The Clown said with menace in his eyes.

" Not unless I have to be Bozo" Tombstone replied,glaring at the clown with promised menace of his own.

" The names BONZO!" The clown said with a unnerving laugh.

" Bozo...Bonzo..Ronald McDonald..a clowns a clown" the biker said dismissing the clown.

Tombstone nodded towards the wounded man " how'd your friend here get hurt?" He asked the woman.

" He was.." the woman started.

" I bit him!" Bonzo interupted "..He looked delicious."

" So he should have rabies about now huh." Tombstone said grinning at the clown.

The clown didn't seem to like that at all,he started to get to his feet and Tombstone started to leval his weapons.

" No!" the woman shouted,fearing the bikers guns would actually be a match for Bonzos saws.

Bonzo stoped,after considering it so did Tombstone.

" Listen Big top" Tombstone said " Your friend there is your fething problem...not mine...I've got gak I need from that gun store...so unless you want to get in my way...have a nice day and feth you very much."

Tombstone Strolled into the gun shop,wher apparently a masacre had taken place.

He grabbed a pair of back packs and filled one with boxes ammunition and the seconed with a bunch of MREs he found in the hunting section of the shop.

As he was about to exit he noticed a beauty of a shotgun,he quickly yanked it from the rack and added several boxes of both .12 guage 00 buckshot and slug to the pack of ammo. he then loaded 2 bandoliers with shells and straped them on, as well as loading the shotgun itself.

"well" he thought " I guess that's about it."

He exited the gun shop and walked back towards the Clown and his friends.


OOC: At this point Tombstone has no intentions of harming Bonzo,Tom or the woman...but will react with deadly (12 guage) force at the first sign of any "clowning around".

OOC- Fair enough,

As tombstone left, Bonzo cooed after him "GooDBYe SweETY PiE!"

Halon remembered the threat from patrick, he was shocked at first, but realised that insinuating that a crazy guy had the hots for a biker was going to get him in trouble somehow.

The threat was enough though, Halon was ticked beyond all measure. His mind raced with the knowledge of all sorts of tortures and executions. Looking around the bakery, Halon had found a large bread knife and pocketed it. He was too busy to decide, but he thought flaying was a good possibility.

"So, we're going where exactly? Oh and how the fetch are we going to get there?" Halon asked while munching on a scone.

"Not like home, but good enough." Halon thought to himself.

He checked his small automatic and noticed that he was running low on clips. There were more in the SUV, but that seemed unlikely reachable. He would have to rely on his service pistol soon, and he had managed to grab more than several clips from that and it would be relatively easy to find ammo for it. He wasn't sure what the automatic took, but he would try to find something to fit.

OOC: The people who are really insane keep it out of public view. Oh and Halon doesn't let go of grudges that easily.

OOC - I'm going to be keeping it pretty open to the public, after all I'm dressed in blood stained trousers, vest and clown makeup...

halonachos wrote:Halon remembered the threat from patrick, he was shocked at first, but realised that insinuating that a crazy guy had the hots for a biker was going to get him in trouble somehow.

The threat was enough though, Halon was ticked beyond all measure. His mind raced with the knowledge of all sorts of tortures and executions. Looking around the bakery, Halon had found a large bread knife and pocketed it. He was too busy to decide, but he thought flaying was a good possibility.

"So, we're going where exactly? Oh and how the fetch are we going to get there?" Halon asked while munching on a scone.

"Not like home, but good enough." Halon thought to himself.

He checked his small automatic and noticed that he was running low on clips. There were more in the SUV, but that seemed unlikely reachable. He would have to rely on his service pistol soon, and he had managed to grab more than several clips from that and it would be relatively easy to find ammo for it. He wasn't sure what the automatic took, but he would try to find something to fit.

OOC: The people who are really insane keep it out of public view. Oh and Halon doesn't let go of grudges that easily.

Nor does Deidara.

OOC: Was that including the one Shadow gave you, Halonachos? Never forget a gun in a zombie apocalypse.. if there's one thing life teaches you, it's that.

IC:

"Well," Shadow began as he sat down next to Halon and munched on a chocolate bar, "I was thinking. On the way in here, I saw a large pickup parked out there; front and backseats, and then there was the rear compartment. Could load up with more food or survivors, or somethin'. I think we should go get those other people from down there.. the crazy fethin' clown.. meh.. but the others - as long as they can fire a gun, I'm good. But didn't they say something was wrong with one of 'em?"

OOC: gak! Karon, what the hel happened to your cat?!

We've always got Shadow's cat :-)

-bump- so when do we have to start dealing with infected and/or turned animals? Like in MW2? Oh wait that's bad.

I'm just waiting for someone else to respond.. preferably everyone...

ATM I'm sticking to just regular slow zombie humans.

However, I may phase in other types later on.

OOC: My cat is sleeping in my backpack, its one of the laziest (BEST) cats ever.

Trust me, dude, cats do NOT sleep through grenade explosions, helicopter explosions, zombie explosions, gunfights, zombie apocalypses, and angry Shadow's.

Jennifer watched everyone; most were milling about, reloading guns or eating something. She used the downtime to head back to the gun-shop; they wouldn't be back here so she would need to fill up now. Steping over the bodies littering the floor she looked over the shelves trying to find anything she could fit to her gun quickly. She grabbed the last 500 box of ammo off the shelf and pulled the Two 50 round magazines out of her pockets she sat down quickly feeding bullets into the drums. Ashton looked around and tore a large pair of hunting knives out of their packaging, attaching one to his belt and handing one to Jennifer.

He headed back over to the shelves and knocked the empty boxes aside revelling anther M4 ammo box and a box of P90 ammo. Picking some more magazines off the shelves he dumped them all on the counter and the started loading them. It took them about five minutes to load the two drums, three 30 round magazines and three of the p90 magazines.

Standing up Jennifer looked over to all the accessories, and saw a laser/flashlight combo that didn't require tools to fit, she grabbed it off the shelve and attached it to her gun pulling out the isolator strip and testing them against the wall. On one of the dead bodies was a gun sling, she rolled it over and "liberated" it from the body, fitting it to her own rifle and adjusting it to her size.

"lets, go" she said, turning and heading back to the group

They nipped into the bakers and grabbed some food, quickly realising just how hungry they really were. She made sure the bakery was empty before looked over the group again, seeing Halon talking to shadow she waited, making sure Patrick was nowhere to be seen, before catching Halon's eye and signalling motioning that he was to come over. he finished his conversation with shadow before jogging over and they disappeared inside the bakery, Ashton standing guard at the door to make sure nobody heard their conversation. They emerged a couple of minutes later and Halon made his way back over to the seats.

" Sweety Pie!" Tombstone thought to himself,did that fething goof ball in clown make up just really call him sweety pie?

For a brief second he considered whirling around and giving "Bozo" a face full of buckshot " That'd feth up you make up real good" Tombstone thought,smilling to himself.

" Feth him" the biker decided,thinking to himself " What are the fething odds...a lunitic who makes "art" with a grenade launcher...and a chainsaw juggleing clown?"
Tombstone glanced at the malls ceilling " Hey god!" he grined " We're full up on crazy down here...do me a favor and don't send us anyone who thinks their Napoleon or something like that...unless he has a helicopter that is."

Tombstone stopped walking and pulled a flask of whiskey from inside his jacket,he took a big belt of the liquid,sighed and recapped the flask.

" That's all sorts of better" the biker thought.heading towards where the others had gathered.

He walked into the bakery,picked up a jelly doughnut and gobbled it down,he followed it with another belt of whiskey and a bit of the "refreshment" held in the vial in his jacket.

He leaned against the wall,lit a cigarette and drew heavy on the smoke,he noticed a " No Smoking" sign on the wall and placed a powerful kick into it smashing it to pieces..." Bigger gak to worry about then second hand smoke now" he laughed to himself.

He slowly walked over to Jennifer and Ashton.

" I see you've picked up some new toys" Jennifer said indicating the shotgun and bulging bags.

" Yes indeed" Tombstone replied " and we'll need every bit of it I'm thinking."he continued " Are you to set?"

They both asured him they had gotten everything they felt they would need...he looked at there bags and nodded.

" Then it's time to talk to that Shadow guy...the rest as well" Tombstone jerked his head towards the rest of the group " We need to get the feth out of this mall before it gets totally over run...so we better get to making some plans but quick.

Jennifer nodded,unsure if she should relay the details of the conversation she and Halon had in the bakery.
" Did you see the others" she said,gesturing back to where the clown and his friends had been.

Tombstone grined " Ya..I saw them...Bozo is lucky he's not using them chainsaws to dig buckshot out of his ass right now.

Jennifer smiled " He was a ...odd one wasn't he?" she went on " What about the other ones?"

Tombstone shrugged indiferently " If they head this way..I sippose we'll see what there thinking" the biker laughed suddenly " I'll tell you one thing" he said " That fething clown looks like he's carved up a whole slew of zombies with them saws...might be worth keeping around"

Jennifer looked a bit concerned " Don't we have enough crazy to deal with?" she said

Tombstone burst out laughing " I was just thinking the same thing Princess" he said.

" Stop calling me princess" she said.

" Fine Cup cake." Tombstone grined " Now,let's go talk to the others."....

Tombstone,Jennifer and Ashton walked closer to where Shadow and Halon sat talking and motioned them over.

The two men looked at one another,shrugged and walked over to where the biker and the others stood,Shadow and Tombstone nodding at each other.

" So..what's up easy rider?" Shadow said to Tombstone

Tombstone shook his head, " I'll tell ya what's up G.I Joe" the biker said " Our little shopping spree here."

Halon nodded " So,I guess it's a safe bet that you all are thinking the same thing Shadow and I have been discussing."

" If ya'll have been discussing getting the feth out of Dodge,then that's a big afermitive" Tombstone said.

"Well" Halon said " We most likely can't get to the SUV..those fethers were every where ."

"We might still be able to get to it" Ashton said and shrugged.

Shadow held up a finger " I was just telling Halon about a rather large truck I noticed...it was off to the side of the mall...that way" he pointed in the direction he belived the truck would be " It didn't appear that too many of those things were near it..of course...that could have changed."..he continued " It seemed big enough to hold a good amount of supplies as well as all of us".

Ashton spoke again " Should we be worried about trying to take ...all of us".

" We'll have to see" Tombstone said " The kid..the one with one arm..where did he get off to?"

" I saw him a little while ago" Shadow said " I'm sure he'll be back".

Tombstone nodded.

" The clown and the ones with him?" Jennifer asked " Should we ask them along?"

The group was silent for a moment.

" We're just going to have to wait and see what their story is" Shadow said

Tombstone nodded.

" We should kill them" Ashton said "...We don't need another crazy hanging around us". he glared over towards Patrick,who was sitting on a bench reloading his grenade launcher...several sets of eyes followed his.

" I don't suggest simply gunning them down" Halon said " Let's at least see what there about".

" Fine" Jennifer said a bit reluctently.

" Ok then." Tombstone said " Some of us can go talk with the clown and company...the rest..start getting gak ready to roll".

The biker turned to Shadow and spoke " Fill me in on this fortress of yours"....

OOC: Guess we can start making some decisions.

Just FYI, stop saying my character is reloading his grenade launcher, LOL.

For the past few posts, everyone is saying I'm reloading my G-L after not firing it at all. Unless my grenade launcher holds upwards of 100 grenades.......

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Maybe this is time for some sort of event by Silver? Hm hm?

If not, we can discuss what happens in OOC chat in this thread.

Patrick then fired all of his grenades and reloaded, he fired them off again and reloaded, he fired them off and reloaded.

Just kidding, this really didn't happen. He was too busy reloading his grenade launcher.

halonachos wrote:Patrick then fired all of his grenades and reloaded, he fired them off again and reloaded, he fired them off and reloaded.

Just kidding, this really didn't happen. He was too busy reloading his grenade launcher.

I don't think an event is required at the moment as you are finally starting to get it together and think about leaving the mall

However, if people want one, I will provide. Just be warned that it will almost certainly leave you in a far worse position than you are at the moment

I'd enjoy that, frankly.

Co0

OOC: Still politely waiting for my event

Tom felt tired, and weak. All those drugs cant be good for him, and quite frankly, it felt as if he'd just had nails hammered into his eyes. He groaned, and clutched his head.

"Just 5 minutes sleep..."

Tom closed his eyes and nodded off, into a peaceful sleep, bereft of zombies and the ever present chance of death...

Keira paced up and down. She was restless, at the moment her lover was dying, or to be specific, changing. She had no clue what to do, and had no idea how to help him. Bonzo was standing still now, watching her carefully. He seemed to make up his mind about something, and, after putting down the chainsaws, he walked over to her, and gently patted her on the arm.

"He'll be OK." he said, in a surprising normal voice. He smiled at her. It wasn't his normal psycho grin, but a calm, and oddly comforting smile. Guess Bonzo could be normal some of the time.

"Thanks. But he wont, will he? The infection has like a 100% fatality rate. What makes you think a cocktail of medicine will save him?"

Bonzo giggled. "Well, i was just being nice! my honest opinion is that he'll die! Oh, sorry, I was joking, don't cry..." He hugged her, but she pulled away, complaining about the blood.

Bonzo cackled, and wandered back over to his saws. She sighed, and watched as a group of people began to wander over. There was a biker, a soldier in strange clothing (Shadow) and a man with a mangled arm. It needed treating...

It has still only been about 45 minutes, ghosty

nononononononono! Unless it somehow.. "leaves us in a far worse position" by removing a certain grenade-launcher reloading individual.


IC:

Everyone turned their eyes back to each other. "Well, I hadn't finished the preperations when I left, and that was.. around twelve hours ago. I have barbed wire round the front, the windows, except for one on the top - which has a gatling gun in it - boarded up with wood. The door had a couple of locks on it, but just incase I wired a shotgun trigger to the handle. My garage is empty, except for a motorbike, since my car is still over at the army base. We could try and stop off and get it, but I kinda "borrowed" that helicopter and took a detour. But damn it was a nice car.."
The others looked at him blankly.
"Anyway..." He continued, "got a trapdoor that leads to my bunker, which is underground. Has three rooms, no doors: one living area, one armory and one supply room. I've got more weapons in there than we can carry, heck, I even had a bazooka in there last time I checked."
"Right, we get the idea" Ashton said.
"Just better not let trigger-happy psycho over there get near any of that stuff" Jennifer said quietly, so that Patrick couldn't hear.
"We could just let him open the front door.." Shadow mused.

Ghosty, we're not wandering over to you, we were talking. Although I guess I just got ninja'd.. O.o I say we count my post...

Can do both, just put yours first.

That was my thought ^

baah humbug.

:/

I can't think of a way to have my characters rejoin you, so they're magically with everyone else. Like, appear out of no where magically appear, and once asked "A wizard did it"

Drk_Oblitr8r wrote:I can't think of a way to have my characters rejoin you, so they're magically with everyone else. Like, appear out of no where magically appear, and once asked "A wizard did it"

OOC: IIRC your character was already on the way to rejoin the "main group"...or am I completly wrong?

Tombstone listened as Shadow explained how he had converted his home into a " Fortress" and smiled.

Several years ago 4 of his fellow Satans Servents had done something similar when they discovered that the DEA/FBI had planned an iminent raid on a Satans headquarters, the stand off had lasted almost two weeks,resulting in over 25 law enforcement/federal agents dead and twice that wounded and only ending when the structure was set ablaze,killing the four Satans inside...and of course these zombies where not as orginized as the Feds...smarter maybe...but not as orginized.

Tombstone nodded at Shadow " Sounds like a plan soilder boy" he grined " Princess has a good point though,if Boom Boom over there gets around that much fire power....it could get bad for us...who knows if he'd be able to resist making some :art" out of the whole place."

Shadow nodded " I was thinking the same thing,I have ALOT of explosives in that house...all it would take is one misfired grenade...BOOM!..we would all be vaporized."

They all nodded.

Shadow spoke " We can worry about him later...for now,let's go check out the Clown with the chainsaws and those other people he's with."

Tombstone nodded " let's go then,but stay frosty around the clown...I get the feeling he's not the easy going type."

They headed off in the direction of the others...

Never mind.

OOC - Hang on.... Ghosty just RP'd Tombestone and the others coming to the gun shop but Tombestone RP'd him being somewhere else, where is everyone?

Great Unclean One wrote:OOC - Hang on.... Ghosty just RP'd Tombestone and the others coming to the gun shop but Tombestone RP'd him being somewhere else, where is everyone?

We all just talked, and now we're heading over to Ghosty's dudes.

OOC: Right,I RP'd the conversation between "our" group and then tied it in so it would match up with Ghosty seeing us arive.

So as of now,Tombstone,Shadow,Jennifer & Ashton are roughly 20 feet away from Tom,Bonzo & Toms Girl.

Hmph. Don't we have enough to -deal- with already? -shifty eyes, wink @ FITZZ-

Nah, I think it was Shadow who suggested bringing them along anyway. It is a good idea, seeing as how if we're all together it'll make RPing a lot easier for everyone.. unless we all start ninja'ing each other a lot.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Hmph. Don't we have enough to -deal- with already? -shifty eyes, wink @ FITZZ-

Nah, I think it was Shadow who suggested bringing them along anyway. It is a good idea, seeing as how if we're all together it'll make RPing a lot easier for everyone.. unless we all start ninja'ing each other a lot.

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OOC: Agreed,though poor old Tom may be one of "Them" soon..

Someone other than myself will have to RP the "meeting & invitations" between the two groups,as I have a few errends I have to see to.

To whom ever does RP,keep in mind please that Tombstone and Jennifer are extremely wary of Bonzo,both are " at the end of their paitence" when it comes to "eccentric behavior"...I belive that may go for Ashton and Shadow as well.

*shoves another clip into place* "Sorry, you say somethin'?"

OOC: im guessing the conspirital wink, and shiffty eyes are to do with some discreet PMs. Oh, and i bet i know the topic...

Ill Write the Meet n' Greet if you'd like.

Event!

The TV's in the electoronics store were showing the local news station - Channel 27. The haggard news anchor was trying to cue up the next item with a skeleton crew of technicians. Their numbers had been dwindling since the outbreak as many went home and failed to return to work when their shifts restarted.

This is Clive with Channel 27 news - we've been on the air now for almost 2 days over which time our reporters have covered some horrific sights, things I never thought I would see happening in America - hell, things I never thought I would ever see! However, we now go live to Trent who is on station at the northern edge of town with more shocking and horrific breaking news.

[Camera cuts to Trent, looking far more disheveled and quite clearly showing the glazed eyes of someone who has gone so far beyond the realms of sanity that they have emerged on the calm waters on the other side.]

Thanks Clive. As you know if you've been following my reports, my original camera and sound man have been killed, one by someone shooting randomly out of their window, the other by one of the ghouls which have brought the city to its knees. I'm standing on top of the Mountain View Apartment Complex at the northern edge of town, with what may well be my last report. For the last half an hour hundreds of these creatures have been streaming in from the North and now they can be seen everywhere. As I speak to you now, I can hear them climbing the building below me - I've barricaded the door to the roof, but I don't know how long it will hold out against their onslaught. Over the course of the last couple of days I have talked to many survivors who have said that locked doors can only ever slow them down - never keep them out.

For the time that remains I will be trying to give account of their movements in the hope that the knowledge may help save anyone left alive.

The man stepped out of shot and the camera panned around to look over the edge of the roof. Hundreds of zombies thronged the streets and more could be seen in the street light which illuminated the highways leading out into the darkness of the countryside to the north. For the next several minutes Trent gave estimates of zombie positions and numbers. He even tried to focus in on a group of survivors attempting to flee a building. Their muzzle flashes rapidly stopped as they were caught and devoured.

Trent suddenly stopped his discourse and stepped back in front of the camera. "They've reached the roof now, I can hear them - the door won't last long! If you are watching Jane - I love you and I'm sorry we didn't get out when we could."

The sound of splintering wood came from off camera and a loud moaning sounded from several ruined throats. The camera was panned back to Trent who was standing on the edge of the roof. "For Channel 27 news, this has been Trent James reporting from the Mountain View Apartment Complex. Back to you Clive."

Trent turned and stepped off the roof into the darkness below.

The camera was knocked over and a pair of blood splattered feet came into shot. A score of zombies staggered to the edge of the roof, several of them tumbled after the news reporter. The others, their prey lost from sight randomly shuffled around the roof before the studio came back on the air.

That was Trent James. He will be missed. I am sure all our prayers go out to Jane and the rest of his family. We now cross over to our reporter at the southern edge of town joining the thousands fleeing the city...

The group of people approached cautiously, guns at the ready. From the looks of them, they really weren't in the mood for silly buggers. She glanced at Bonzo, who had revved his 'saws, and shook her head.

"Bu-"

"No wrong impressions. And don't come across all crazy. Surprisingly, its not that endearing." she snapped, and turned back to look at the approaching group.

She didn't fully expect Bonzo to do what she said, but she hoped he'd keep calm. She really didn't need any 'saw throwing at a time like this.

A heavy set man strode with arrogant confidence towards them, but from the cautious glances towards Bonzo, it became clear they were wary. Suddenly it occurred to her that they were feeling intimidated. This made Keira feel better, she wasn't at such a disposition.

"Hi...." She said, she wasn't really sure what else to say, but she made the point of taking a step forwards. She was going to be in charge of the conversation, she wasn't going to get pushed around or bullied into doing stuff she didn't want by ex army or gang members. The man stopped about a half metre from her, and stared down his nose at her. He was splattered with grime, and blood, and he had a distinct smell of whisky about him. There were also traces of white powder round the edge of his nose.

'great' she thought. 'another druggy'

There was also two more men, one of which had a shattered arm, and was cradling it, and the other was a man with some combat armour, and protective clothing. He was obviously a soldier. There was also a women, who eyed Bonzo at all times.

The man grinned, revealing stained teeth.

"Good afternoon, are you enjoying yourself?" he practically growled. "What are you doing in the mall? And more importantly, i was told their were three of you. Whores the third."

Keira struggled to reply, she hadn't expected this. Bonzo stepped in. "WeLl,we came to the maLl to see if we could get some bargains on stuff whilst stocks lasted!"

The Biker, forgetting the missing person, turned and walked over to the fat clown, but, Keira noted, he stayed just out of reach from the chainsaws.

"Yeah? you get anything good?" the man said, through clenched teeth.

The clown waggled his eyebrows conspiratorially, and giggled.

"You got red on you." Said the biker, before he turned back to Keira.

The biker spoke "Look here sweet cheeks, we got an offer for you. G.I Joke here- " he indicated to the soldier "has himself a bit of a fortress to hide in, and we was wondering if you wanted to tag along, provided you can reimburse us....some way."

He glanced over to the clown, who had gone deadly still.

Keira shrugged "I am, no I was a nurse, and i know for a fact that your friend over there's needs his arm setting properly, or there's a good chance it'll get gangrenous and fall off. So, its more of a case of who needs who. I could fix the arm up for you, but you'd have to take my baggage."

She pointed into the backroom.

"My...friend got injured, he needs medical attention, and somewhere to rest. And Bonzo here, well, he's good with people."

She watched their faces carefully at her offer. It was forward, and assertive, but at the same time, Ashton's arm was in trouble, if what she said was true.

A girl, who had a certain... look about her, like a coiled snake, spoke first.

"I don't think we really need another crazy with us, we already have enough trouble with some 'tard with a grenade launcher, and as for your 'friend', how was he injured?"

Bonzo gasped theatrically, then began to juggle the chainsaws whilst humming to himself.

Keira groaned. She had seen this coming, but she hadn't thought of an excuse.

"He...." she glanced at the saws flying through the air. "He got caught on the shoulder by a chainsaw whilst fighting with Bonzo. Im sure he'll be OK, but he lost a lot of blood. As for the clown, he's not crazy, just.... in character a lot? He has also killed more zombies than any of you, at a guess. A deadly, but effective asset. So, its your move, will you accept our offer, or will you endanger the life of your man their, and possibly the rest of you, if you get injured."

The army guy, who hadn't spoken at all yet, piped in

"Alternatively, we could cap your clowny friend, and kidnap you."

Bonzo stopped juggling, catching the 'saws deftly, before he threw one with expert precision. All those years of throwing custard pies paid off. The saw flew past the man's face by less than an inch, and embedded itself in the nearby wall, sending plaster spinning off in different directions. The man ducked, before whipping his gunup, and pointing it straight at the clowns face.

The biker smiled. "Good shot."

Apparently undeterred by the gun pointed at him, Bonzo turned and giggled.

"What do ya mean? I missed! ahahahaha!"

Keira was staring in complete shock. This wasn't going to go well...

OOC - That had me laughing rather a lot! I'll RP a bit later when there is an appropriate opportunity, I think I've been RP'd enough here with the meet n greet, unless you want me to post up my version of the event?

i dont mind

but i felt that bonzo should have a suitably dramatic part to play. He is after all the most fun character. Crazy, but not insane. He's like a big loveable dog

Im sticking with him 'till the end.

incidently, i really am gonna try and make either fitzz of darkvoid's character have a minor phobia of clowns. It would just be hilarious!

That would be rather awesome

Also, I'll post up my perspective on the meeting in the morning, also I might add a wee joke in that slots nicely but I just want to add to make up for the name joke Tombestone made earlier!

OOC: I'll be happy to be the one with the slight phobia/aversion to clowns...I think it will make for some fun momments...(I'll fill in why Tombstone dislikes clowns in a coming post)

Also,Indescribing good old Tombstone...He's not fat/heavy set or "filthy" (well maybe a bit)...I see him as looking alot like "The Kurgen(sp?)" from the first " Highlander" film...just to clear that up.

OOC: I guess "The Kurgen" could be considered heavy set though..

OOC: So. Whut now.

No, i wasnt calling him fat, it was Bonzo, who has a large beer belly.

Heavyset was cos he's really, big, and muscled? i cant imagine him a weedy little git, and still being a complete bad ass.

And the filth, well, you have been fighting zombies, and i believe a scalp hit you in the face earlier on. Therefore, you would be a bit grimy. Especially as you dont have a change of clothes, like my characters

OCC: It's all good Ghosty...I totaly understand why he'd be filthy....and yeah,come to think of it...a scalp did hit me in the face. ...maybe I should have been "more prepared"

I believe it was Strawberry's.

I still miss him. Those few seconds of conversation will be cherished for ever...

Patrick saw that he was left out of the conversation. He had set yet another trap, this time with the one and only incendiary grenade he had. He forgot exactly how he got it, but that wasn't important.

He walked over, twirling his silenced pistol on his index finger, to the group.

He saw a chainsaw whiz past his face, about 2 feet in front of him. He didn't seem to notice.

He came over, and saw that big bad biker man was ready to shoot.

He put his pistol to the back of his head

"Hey, calm down there, mate" Patrick chuckled, removing the pistol from his cranium

"I say we leave the injured" Patrick said "They will only slow us down, and in a zombie apocalypse, carrying along dead weight isn't acceptable.

"I didn't ask you" Keira snarled with surprising savagery.
She wasn't having a good time, and the entrance of a man wearing, for all she cared, a dress, was the last thing she needed. The simple arrogance of the man made her blood boil. She forced herself to calm down, and, after a deep breath, walked over to the embedded chainsaw. She pulled it out, after considerable effort on her part. She didn't let them see the strain it took. She handed the 'saw back to Bonzo, and took up her place between the clown, who was now ready to fight, and the soldier, who was ready to fire.

"Lets not help the zombies by killing each other, OK?"

ghosty wrote:I believe it was Strawberry's.

I still miss him. Those few seconds of conversation will be cherished for ever...

OOC: Yes,it was poor Strawberry's scalp that landed on me...

I too miss the big guy...shame he had to die so soon, I'm sure his death hasn't been forgotten by his buddy Tombstone...

"Lets not help the zombies by killing each other, OK?" Keria said in a rather commanding voice.

Tombstone,who had his shotgun leveled at the clowns head, paused seconds away from squeezing the triger,he had been aware of Patrick placing a gun to his head...he wasn't in the least bit happy over that.

He spun with the devils speed,sending a powerful kick straight into Patricks face,the biker heard the sound of bone breaking as his steel toed enginer boot made contact and sent the man hurling back several feet and skidding to a stop against a nearby wall.

Ashton quickly leveled his weapon at Patricks head,eager for the kill.

Tombstone advanced quickly on Patrick,slinging his shotgun and drawning both of his 9mm pistols.

The rest of the crowd watched,tense as to what the big biker had planned,even Bonzo had stopped juggleing his saws and stood watching with a slight smile.

Images of Strawberry filled Tombstones thoughts,the Huge bouncer had been a loyal friend and trusted soilder,and this feth blew him up like he was turning off a light.

Patrick begin to stir,recovering from the kick Tombstone had delivered,the biker kicked him again harder,smashing him back against the wall.

The crowd gathered in closer.

Tombstone dropped down crouching in front of Patrick,pointing both pistols at the mans head .

" You wanna point guns at people!!" Tombstone growled " Let me show you what pointing guns is all about!!!"....

Halon had seen the commotion and ran over.

"Hey, hey!" Halon yelled while running towards the scene "What's going on?"

He saw Patrick holding his face in his hands howling as blood made its way through the finger tips and began forming miniature waterfall's over the knuckles of his hands. Tombstone pointed his weapons at the wounded Patrick.

"Wait, wait a second." Halon added while moving towards Patrick and lifted him up.

"Are you fething serious!" Tombstone yelled at Halon "You're helping that crazy feth! I'll get you when I'm done with him!"

"Just shut the hell up dude!" Halon responded angrily for the first time since he had met these people.

"Thanks dearie. Patrick managed to mumble through his blood soaked hands.

"No problem." Halon said as he cautiously removed the backpack from Patrick's back. As soon as he removed the backpack and checked Patrick for explosives he let the crazy guy drop with a low thud.

Halon opened the backpack and saw a cat among a lot of grenades. The cat appeared uninjured which made Halon sigh with relief, he didn't want to open it to reveal a dead cat. Halon then showed the grenade laden backpack to Tombstone.

"You know what happens if the bullets would've went through and hit one of these? We might as well hang a sign saying barbecue and let the indead horde in." Halon said with an air of importance while he handed the backpack to Jennifer and walked back out of the store.

"Maybe we should leave his wounded arse behind, it was his idea after all." Tombstone added. "I can just be an angel of mercy who came down from heaven and relieved him of that ghastly fate." he continued resting his chin on his hands trying to be cute.

"God doesn't use his power to affect the mortal world," Halon responded without looking back at the biker and group "the devil's the one that does."

"Oh look, a regular philosopher type over here." Tombstone said jokingly "I don't give a rat's arse about heaven or god or the devil or even what you think on the matter. So shut the hell up and let me do my business." he added coldly.

"I wasn't stopping you." Halon added calmly.

"No! I want art, I need to create ART!" Patrick cried out.

FITZZ wrote:

Drk_Oblitr8r wrote:I can't think of a way to have my characters rejoin you, so they're magically with everyone else. Like, appear out of no where magically appear, and once asked "A wizard did it"

OOC: IIRC your character was already on the way to rejoin the "main group"...or am I completly wrong?

Yes actually ^_^"

FITZZ wrote: Also,Indescribing good old Tombstone...He's not fat/heavy set or "filthy" (well maybe a bit)...I see him as looking alot like "The Kurgen(sp?)" from the first " Highlander" film...just to clear that up.

I thought he looked something like this

Drk_Oblitr8r wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

Drk_Oblitr8r wrote:I can't think of a way to have my characters rejoin you, so they're magically with everyone else. Like, appear out of no where magically appear, and once asked "A wizard did it"

OOC: IIRC your character was already on the way to rejoin the "main group"...or am I completly wrong?

Yes actually ^_^"

FITZZ wrote: Also,Indescribing good old Tombstone...He's not fat/heavy set or "filthy" (well maybe a bit)...I see him as looking alot like "The Kurgen(sp?)" from the first " Highlander" film...just to clear that up.

I thought he looked something like this

Maybe he does...

Tombstone threw another quick glance at Halon,who,weather Tombstone would admit it to himself or not, had probably just saved their colective asses.

Halon had also managed to distract Tombstone just long enough for Patrick to scramble clear of the bikers guns..or at least far enough as to not make for an easy shot.

The biker roared his frustration and kicked a bench so hard that it tore loose from it's bolts and flipped across the walkway.

He looked over at the clown,who still stood twirling his saws and smiling.

If there was one thing on earth that made the bikers skin crawl it was clowns,he wasn't exactly scared of them,but they gave him the fething willys...as a teenager Tombstone had beaten another boy half to death at a Halloween party...simply for being dressed as a clown.

Though Even Tombstone may have not truly known why he hated clowns so much was due to the numerous beating he had recieved as a child.

In the orphanage in wich he was raised (until he ran away at the age of 12),the room in wich "punishment: was handed out was painted in a garish big top motif,complete with learing,cappering clowns.

Between the ages of 3 and 12 Tombstone had been beaten mercilessly in that room countless times by the centers brutal staff.

Tombstone glared at the clown,then over to Patrick.

Ashton broke the silence " should have killed him" he wispered ,more to himself than anyone.

Tombstone turned towards Ashton,preparing to tell him just where to stuff his observations, when the thunderous crash of broken glass cuased the entire group to jump.

Somewhere in the mall,a huge plate glass window had just colapsed under the hammering fist of a hundred or more zombies.

The moans of the walking dead filling the mall like the cheering of fans at some sporting event.

" Well boys and girls" The Biker said racking a round into his shot gun " I think we just got our cue to haul ass."...

OOC: Just an FYI, stop saying my guy is howling about damn art. He only does it when he's blowing gak up.

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Patrick got up, smiling at tombstone with blood-soaked teeth.

"So, are you going to shoot me, big baddy?" Patrick said

Tombstone just stared

"Shouldn't affect you much, since your so tough, eh?" Patrick continued

"You don't know me you bastard" Tombstone responded angrily

"I already told you, I don't like to be touched" Patrick said, his ghostly gray eyes filling with an anger that was slightly unsettling

"I don't want to kill you, big guy, but if I see that finger move, we are all dead" Jewman said, taking out two concussion grenades, thumbs in the pins.

Tombstone lowered the guns, angry.

Patrick tossed a grenade to Tombstone, who caught it deftly.

"There's a show that I'll kill you last" Patrick said, starting to smile again

Patrick walked over and angrily tore his backpack away from the girls hands

"Don't touch my gak, or my cat" Patrick said, smiling

He rummaged in the backpack and took out a tissue, wiping the blood from his face. He clenched his teeth together, and once again set his nose, tears coming to his eyes.

He put two separate tissues in his nostrils to stop the bleeding.

"I'm getting tired of you, big guy, you should watch who you touch next time" Patrick said, spinning a grenade by the pin on his index finger.

"So, are we just going to beat up on me until I get tired of it and kill all of you, or are we going to cooperate and get the hell out of here?" Patrick said, a bit of annoyance in his voice

A few minutes later, everyone was discussing it, while Tombstone was on his own, inspecting his weapons. Patrick walked over to him, a smile on his face

"I see you didn't like that, huh?" Patrick said

"Don't do it again, or you'll be dead before you can pull a pin from a grenade" Tombstone said, not looking at him

"You know, I'm not as crazy as you think I am" Patrick said, putting his back on the wall next to the biker.

He offered Tombstone a joint, which he accepted. Patrick lit it for him, and Patrick lit one for himself as well

"I tell you what, guy, you'll be the last to die if I have anything to say about it" Patrick muttered

Tombstone eyed him

"I just feel like I recognize you from somewhere" Patrick continued "And, you're not a total prick like that Halon fellow"

"I'll admit, your the most useful to this ragtag band of vagabonds that we have here" Tombstone spoke "Your just too unpredictable"

Patrick chuckled

"In a world that wasn't zombie infested, I'd have to kill you" Patrick said "But in this time, your too valuable to kill"

"In both worlds, I'd rather kill you" Tombstone laughed

Patrick laughed as well, and realized that was the first actual emotion he'd seen him display besides anger

Edit: Umm, Fitzz, it seems you ninjaed my post, so we will say that what I said happened, happened BEFORE the breaking of glass, yeah?

halonachos wrote:"No problem." Halon said as he cautiously removed the backpack from Patrick's back. As soon as he removed the backpack and checked Patrick for explosives he let the crazy guy drop with a low thud.

karon wrote:Jewman said, taking out two concussion grenades, thumbs in the pins.

OOC: I applaud your abilities to hide daggers and grenades up your anus.

halonachos wrote:

halonachos wrote:"No problem." Halon said as he cautiously removed the backpack from Patrick's back. As soon as he removed the backpack and checked Patrick for explosives he let the crazy guy drop with a low thud.

karon wrote:Jewman said, taking out two concussion grenades, thumbs in the pins.

OOC: I applaud your abilities to hide daggers and grenades up your anus.

OOC: I didn't read anything about my robe being taken off, smartass ^.^

Bonzo was trying to stop himself from howling with laughter, the meeting had gone BriLLianTLY! He thought and he could definitely see something akin to fear on the bikers face. When he had leaned in to talk to him, Bonzo had pulled back his lips to let the full stench of his liqueur laced, rotting meat reeking breath and had said in a low and uncharacteristically menacing and controlled voice. "Yes Mr Tommy Stone?" He had allowed himself a little giggle after that one, it'd been a good joke and the biker looked even more unnerved now, almost like he was afraid of the clown....

As the meeting had gone on, Bonzo had got bored, he decided to play around with his chainsaws a bit, probably for the best though, when he had caught wind of one of the other group talking about 'capping him' he had flung the chainsaw at his head..... Unfortunately it had missed and Bonzo had gone into a sort of decline after this, listening to the meeting but feeling suitably down in the dumps that he hadn't managed to hit that damn guy in the head.

Bonzo snapped to when he heard the biker begin to lay into what looked like a woman cowering on the floor... inside this did something, he remembered, well not really but had a slight inkling, he was sure that he was supposed to remember something. He glanced at the others and when he looked at the guy in combat fatigues, his anger seemed to bubble up, he quickly looked away, Kiera had told him not to do anything too drastic and he wanted to try and keep to that, even if he was a clown.....

When the zombies crashed through, Bonzo just smiled, revved up his chainsaws and simply said "WhAT's ThE TimE mR WoLf? DINnER TiME!"

As soon as the zombies started to come again, Shadow instinctively started dishing out orders, after the crazy dude who'd flung a chainsaw at him shouted something incoherrent and senseless.
He glanced at the woman and the clown, "You two, you want your injured man to come with us? You better start hauling ass!"
Spinning round, he saw the zombies piling through the window. Shadow grabbed a fragmentation grenade from his belt, and lobbed it at the lumering crowd of undead and zombie corpses were sent flying several yards.
"Alright, biker boy, time to get the hell outta here" Shadow said to Tombstone, before running off in the direction of the window, hefting his M16 and shotgun. Shadow jumped through the window, Tombstone close behind, and they found themselves in the midst of a horde of zombies, and began to open fire.

"Stay back!" Patrick yelled at the insane, bloodlusting clown-thing with the saws

"If you go in there, you'll be obliterated by my grenades, and the bullets!" Patrick warned, taking out his grenade launcher out of the robe.

The clown ignored him, and honestly, Patrick could care less. He threw two grenades out into the flood of zombies, it looked like the bullets from his "acquaintances" guns followed the grenades like bees.

They exploded with tremendous noise and destruction, unlike the fragmentation grenades, these shot no shrapnel, they relied on pure explosive power to destroy.

He shot one more upward towards the ceiling to drop down on the zombies, dropped the launcher to the floor, and took another hand-held grenade out of his robe, and tossed it up, the two grenades fell together.

"Art......is an EXPLOSION!" Patrick screamed with glee, obliterating another whole swathe of zombies.

The clown had backed off for the duration of the grenade fire, but now patrick had stopped, and he ran into the infested corpses cleaving and cutting, sawing and amputating the limbs and bodies of the zombies. He didn't get hit once by a stray bullet, it looked like most of his "allies" had enough skill not to hit him in the chaos.

Patrick chuckled

Edit: It looks like I've been ninjaed again, we'll just say what I said happened first, and then what you said happened after.

Patrick saw that the zombies weren't letting up, so he followed the military man and big bad biker out the window

Sure, works for me.

OOC: im astounded that patrick can get his face beaten to a pulp, and nose repeatedly broken, and having his gear nicked, and yet, he still finds a way to pull grenades from nowhere. As has been previously said, im amazed by your arse capacity. What next, you gonna pull an RPG from nowhere? Oh, and for the record, Tombstone hates you. Like, really badly. He kicked you in the face, and would have shot you, were it not for Halons intervention, and yet, suddenly he's sharing spliff's with you and laughing at your jokes? Makes little sense, but, i'll roll with it


IC: The fighting had begun, and people were firing into a quickly increasing tide of zombies. Keira just made out Bonzo cartwheeling off into the direction of the horde, before she ducked back into the Pharmacy, and set about trying to move Tom. He was heavy.

"C'mon, we're getting outta here, use your legs dammit!" She cried with anger. In responsive, Tom's legs started to move, and he was presently stumbling along on his own, clutching his arm. A pair of grenades went off nearby, and they almost fell over. People were fighting their way through the zombie horde, in the direction of the window. They weren't going to get through.

"Bonzo! Help please!" Tom roared, with rage. He then pulled the metal pipe from Keira's unresisting hands, and laid into the zombies. A second later, Bonzo whirled past, cutting a path towards the window. Both Keira and Tom ran through the gap, and into the outside world.

As they ran after the fleeing group, Tom said through gritted teeth

"Why the hell is there a transvestite?"

Keira smiled. "I think he, or she, likes the cool breeze between his legs. At a guess."

"When in Rome." Halon thought as he followed the group through the window. He appeared to be the last one through out of all the group. He did a quick head count; biker, crazy, girl 2, wounded guy 2, clown, commando, but where were girl 1 and wounded guy 1?

"Jennifer, Ashton, get your collective arse over here!" Halon yelled back into the window. Soon enough they showed up and went on to join the rest of the group while Halon took potshots at the mob coming towards the window.

The group had almost a circular shape as they moved forward while laying waste to the undead horde. Shadow kept directing their movements towards the pick up truck. Explosions and gunfire sang in the air, it sounded like a regular D-Day invasion or at least a reenactment where they used blanks.

The zombies towards the front were clearing, but the rear was getting a bit full of them.

but the rear was getting a bit full of them. - This, made me laugh for a long, long time, I assume we are now hauling ass back to the fortress place now?

You can walk 6-8 miles if you so wish, I shall take the truck.

Shadow broke formation, and ran towards the pickup. He kneed an obstructing zombie in the groin before blasting its head off with a burst of fire. Leaping onto the back of the vehicle, he dropped his M16 and jumped through the sunroof into the front. Argh, my balls he thought, as they collided with the gear stick. Shuffling into the drivers seat, he began to hotwire the ignition.

~~~

Halon blew another zombie away, before his pistol clicked empty. A zombie grasped at his leg, and he whacked it with the pistol before running off in the direction of the pickup. Leaping onto the back, he grabbed Shadow's discarded M16 and began to take aim.

Yes, simply ignore that my robe has explosives in it.

I clearly say that I pull the grenades and such out of my robe (pocket), and not my backpack.

Karon wrote:Yes, simply ignore that my robe has explosives in it.

I clearly say that I pull the grenades and such out of my robe (pocket), and not my backpack.

KILL! [the robe] MAIM! [the robe] BURN! [the robe]

FITZZ wrote:

Drk_Oblitr8r wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

Drk_Oblitr8r wrote:I can't think of a way to have my characters rejoin you, so they're magically with everyone else. Like, appear out of no where magically appear, and once asked "A wizard did it"

OOC: IIRC your character was already on the way to rejoin the "main group"...or am I completly wrong?

Yes actually ^_^"

FITZZ wrote: Also,Indescribing good old Tombstone...He's not fat/heavy set or "filthy" (well maybe a bit)...I see him as looking alot like "The Kurgen(sp?)" from the first " Highlander" film...just to clear that up.

I thought he looked something like this

Maybe he does...

I was thinking more along these lines...

I don't think TOmbstone is a girl......

Have to say,Scouts alot closer in his ideas about what Tombstone "looks" like,at least as I "see" him,except Tombstones implants are much larger...

OOC: @ Karon..

I have to say I have to agree with Ghostys acessment of the " Patrick/Tombstone conversation " you posted.
While Patrick may be capable of pointing pistols at people one moment and then sharing a joint with them the next,Tombstone isn't really that sort of guy.

Tombstone has a great deal of anomosity for Patrick,after all Patrick blew up his buddy Strawberry for reasons only Patrick understands,he also blew up a helicopter that could have made escape an easy task...he also pressed a gun against his head...something Tombstone Obviously had a huge problem with.

Now,while Tombstone see's how handy patrick can be with his grenede launcher once the zeds come a calling...this has not "endeared" Patrick to Tombstone...it's simply prevented him from killing Patrick.

Now,perhaps as the situation becomes more desperate,Tombstone may have a chage of heart concerning Patrick.

But for now,He's not very fond of him.

Not personal though,I'm just trying to play my character as I belive he would act.

OOC: @ Karon...

Again I want to emphizize that it's not apersonal thing,just staying "in character".

FITZZ wrote:OOC: @ Karon...

Again I want to emphizize that it's not apersonal thing,just staying "in character".

Oh, no, I understand. I was think I meant it a bit too kindly, as really, Patrick was just fething with him the whole time.

Hard to understand in the internet, I put it a bit too vague, apologies.

Karon wrote:I don't think TOmbstone is a girl......

I was talking about the kid under the pink sign pointing and yelling.

Karon wrote:

FITZZ wrote:OOC: @ Karon...

Again I want to emphizize that it's not apersonal thing,just staying "in character".

Oh, no, I understand. I was think I meant it a bit too kindly, as really, Patrick was just fething with him the whole time.

Hard to understand in the internet, I put it a bit too vague, apologies.

OOC: I get that Patrick was "fething" with Tombstone,my point was that Tombstone would have most likely attempted to shove the offered blunt/joint down Patricks throat,considering how angry he was at that momment...and would have probably cared less if Patrick pulled every pin on every grenade he had and blown both of them into tiny bite sized zombie snacks.

The way Tombstone reacted was IMO,not very accurate of how he would have reacted....at least not at that moment.

Golden Eyed Scout wrote:

Karon wrote:I don't think TOmbstone is a girl......

I was talking about the kid under the pink sign pointing and yelling.

"The Mighty Tombstone"..fueled by jiffy pop,cheap soda and adolecent angst.

Tombstone ran for the truck,snapping a quick look over his shoulder to insure Jennifer was keeping up,she was mere feet behind.

The biker turned and fired his shotgun into a group of advancing ghouls,shreding flesh and bone and knocking several of them back..but dropping only one.

" well feth" Tombstone thought,and quickly slung his shotgun in favor of his 9mm pistols,he rapidly dropped several of the hungry dead with quick shots to the heads.

" Get in the fething truck" Tombstone yelled at Jennifer,who was busy fireing her own weapon into the ghouls.

" Relax Tombsy." she smirked at the biker and ran to the rear pasenger door,opening it and diving inside.

"Tombsy??!!" the biker laughed,as he placed a round through the eye of a drooling zombie.

Tombstone ran to the front pasenger door and turned again.

The sight was something out of a madmans dream,Bonzo was practicly dancing through the horde of zombies...heads,arms and inards flew in a crimson spray under his whirring blades.

Keria was dragging Tom along,both smashing ghouls out of their way,always under the protective eye of that clown.

Patrick had unleashed a hail of grenades,blowing a pathway through the zombies wich he happily danced through enjoying his art.

Halon had fired his weapon dry and went racing through the pile of blasted zombies,stomping the skulls of the ones who got a bit to close,he dove..landing with a thud in the rear of the truck,where he snatched up a weapon and poured fire into a mob of shambiling zombies.

" If I was a religious man" Tombstone thought " I'd swear I was in hell",this thought struck him as funny and he roared with laughter.

The Bikers laughter was cut off as he felt jaws clamp onto his arm.

" Mother Fether" Tombstone exclaimed as he turned staring at a small female zombie who was bitting at his leather covered arm.

Tombstone stared...and erupted into laughter.

The zombie was.. or had been, an elderly woman, "Like 20 years older than god" Tombstone thought,and while the virus may have got her up and moving about...it had not,thankfully,allowed her to regrow her teeth.

The elderly ghoul grabed weakly at the bikers arm and gummed his leather jacket covered arm,small smacking sound issueing from her toothless maw.

" Sorry granny" Tombstone grinned " The senior citizen special hasn't started yet."

He slung the aged zombie off with a contemptious ease and fired a round through her skull,blowing the tight bun of hair she wore loose like a brain covered party favor.

Tombstone shook his head,pulled a bandana from his pocket, cleaned the drool off of his sleeve,tossed the rag at the ruined face of the elderly zombie and climbed into the trucks front pasenger seat...Shadow was busy trying to hotwire the truck...the biker pulled his switchblade.

" You soilder boys and your difficult way of doing things". Tombstone grined.

The biker nudged Shadow out of his way,kicked the steering colum,breaking the key guard and slipped his switchblade into the housing...one twist and the engine roared to life.

" I would have gotten it" Shadow said a bit irritated.

" Yeah" Tombstone grinned " Of course we would have all had our asses eaten off by then".

Shadow stared at the biker " Feth you Easy ridder" he said.

Tombstone made kissing motions at Shadow and laughed .

" C'mon soilder boy...drive us to the promised land." the biker grinned....

FITZZ wrote:

Golden Eyed Scout wrote:

Karon wrote:I don't think TOmbstone is a girl......

I was talking about the kid under the pink sign pointing and yelling.

"The Mighty Tombstone"..fueled by jiffy pop,cheap soda and adolecent angst.

Just like me.

Well, that'd be adolecent angst, soda, and chips.

Patrick was loving this. He was blasting away, the sheer deafening force of the grenades was astounding.

He stopped, and saw that the truck was moving, he ran for it, and just barely caught on to a handle on the back.

His feet were dragging, which was very dangerous, and he struggled to get them up on the back of the truck, but finally them into a "safe" position.

He fell in the back next to halon.

"Joint?" Patrick said as he extended his hand

Halon turned him down

"Smoke?"

Halon greedily accepted a cigarette.

Patrick sat on the back of the truck, reloading his grenade launcher. He had roughly 20 grenades left available for his launcher, but several handfuls more that were regular concussion hand grenades.

Halon took the cigarette, he looked at it for awhile and thought of several things.

"How badarse would he look if he had five o' clock shadow, was ripped, had an eyepatch and wasted zombies while standing in the back of a moving pick up truck" was one of them.

Halon lifted it up and let it flutter out of his hands.

"Never smoked," Halon said, "wouldn't want to end that streak now would I?" he said in a philosopher's manner.

The truck was pulling well ahead of the zombies and soon they would be out of the effective range of their weapons. There was a brief respite from all of the action so Halon layed back against the rear window of the driver's cab. The sky was a fantastic color as they raced towards wherever Shadow was taking them. The mall had actually caught fire from all of the shooting in the inside, maybe a tank of something or another got hit. It was probably one of Patrick's grenades though.

"A photographer's dream." Halon muttered while looking at the surreal blend of oily black leaking into the sky of blue shades and golden rays. The clouds forming holes that the sun penetrated as if shining a spotlight on certain places and things. It was an almost beautiful scene, if the whole zombie thing wasn't going on.

"I'll tell you why its beautiful, Halon, that's because the Art of explosions creates beautiful scenes" Patrick said

"You see before your eyes what fascinates me so much" Patrick chuckled

"And, probably because I was beaten as a child, to a drunk father" Patrick laughed, but stopped as he uttered the last few words

"My dad used to tell me I wouldn't be anything in life" Patrick said to Halon

"I guess I'm not, since all of you think I'm under some sort of madness" Patrick solemnly spoke

"Too bad, that" Patrick laughed hysterically

OOC: Nice to know we all forgot about Bonzo, Keira and Tom. Ah well. -evil-

Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC: Nice to know we all forgot about Bonzo, Keira and Tom. Ah well. -evil-

OOC: Well...I had them running for the truck,I sort of assumed they got to it..


Now..concerning K and Vicky...they need to haul ass before they get stuck at the mall.

.... Also...and this is just a thought...it might be interesting to have a CB in the truck...that way " Aleks" could talk with our group.

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC: Nice to know we all forgot about Bonzo, Keira and Tom. Ah well. -evil-

OOC: Well...I had them running for the truck,I sort of assumed they got to it..


Now..concerning K and Vicky...they need to haul ass before they get stuck at the mall.

.... Also...and this is just a thought...it might be interesting to have a CB in the truck...that way " Aleks" could talk with our group.

You don't think Shadow has a couple of those at his fortress? Silly, silly, hairy biker-man!

It has been discussed for as long as I can remember in this RP - pretty much Shadow is just gonna radio him when we get back. Or one of you guys can. Anyway, I haven't seen Cereal around for awhile, so if he hasn't been following.. he's got a lot to catch up on! O.O

OOC: You're all in a pick up truck. How am I supposed to magically appearjust as planned get on the truck if it's a pick up?

I'll have to work out how to just as planned magically appear how to get to where you're all going..

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC: Nice to know we all forgot about Bonzo, Keira and Tom. Ah well. -evil-

OOC: Well...I had them running for the truck,I sort of assumed they got to it..


Now..concerning K and Vicky...they need to haul ass before they get stuck at the mall.

.... Also...and this is just a thought...it might be interesting to have a CB in the truck...that way " Aleks" could talk with our group.

You don't think Shadow has a couple of those at his fortress? Silly, silly, hairy biker-man!

It has been discussed for as long as I can remember in this RP - pretty much Shadow is just gonna radio him when we get back. Or one of you guys can. Anyway, I haven't seen Cereal around for awhile, so if he hasn't been following.. he's got a lot to catch up on! O.O

Ahh..right right..in the heat of combat..and the din of multiple grenade detonations...the whole Shadow/CB etc etc must have sliped my mind..

Ok so that's sorted...more or less.

Now...Did we leave K and Vicky...or...

Hop in at anytime..

Drk_Oblitr8r wrote:OOC: You're all in a pick up truck. How am I supposed to magically appearjust as planned get on the truck if it's a pick up?

I'll have to work out how to just as planned magically appear how to get to where you're all going..

OOC: Perhaps something along the lines of seeing us driving away,diving into a nearby car and following...just a thought.

OOC: I have a much better idea, I just need to know where you're going...

Yeah well you don't so

Also, in a 4/5 seater vehicle..

Ashton
Jennifer
Shadow
Crazyfeth/Patrick
Tombstone
Halon

Right. Someone's gotta be in the back (or rather on the back)

We can just say Drk O's characters, and Ghosty's characters are all sitting on the back with [insert name]. Sound good? Ip-dip-doo Ashton's on the back. Everyone happy?

RANDOM EVENT!

Everyone is now in the car

End of event.

I thought I and Halon were in the back of the pickup, yeah?

SilverMK2 wrote:RANDOM EVENT!

Everyone is now in the car

End of event.

I SEE WHAT YOU DID THAR

Anyway, we must not confuse "the back" (as in the backseats) with the back

Oh, I and Halon are in the BACK OF THE PICKUP, while everyone else is in the cab of the car, yes?

Karon wrote:Oh, I and Halon are in the BACK OF THE PICKUP, while everyone else is in the cab of the car, yes?

Well, except for K, his girl, Ghosty's characters, yeah. Hmph, thought Halon jumped into the cab. My mistake.


Will post here in a minute.

IC:

The grey pickup continued down the road. Shadow steered the vehicle round a corner.
"So where're you taking us, G.I. Joe?" Tombstone said.
"I've told you. My 'fortress'" He replied.
Tombstone grunted. "So I heard, but--"
"Then why don't you shutup?" Shadow snapped.
The biker glared at Shadow for a moment, fire in his eyes. The biker began to reach for his pistol, but thought better of it. Tombstone turned and looked over the seat.
"How're you feeling, sweetheart?" Tombstone asked Jennifer
"Feth off."
"Alright cupcake, temper, temper!" he mocked.
Jennifer raised her middle finger at the biker.
"Now, now, wouldn't want me to suddenly forget where your father is, would we?"
"You..stinking..son..of a b-" Jennifer stopped as the entire vehicle jumped, making Tombstone's head collide with the roof.
"Hey biker boy!" came a voice from above them. Tombstone looked up, to see the smiling face of Patrick.
"Should be wearing your seatbelt, biker boy!"
Tombstone breathed outwards heavily, then glanced at the speed - 60mph. He then slammed his foot down on the breaks, sending Patrick flying, his screams puncturing the silence.
"What the hell?" Shadow blurted out, turning to Tombstone.
"Run him over! While we have the chance!" The biker commanded.

----
Patrick groaned, and hauled himself up using the front of the bonnet, and brought out a grenade from his pocket and waved it at the window.
"Not so fast" he wheezed painfully.

OOC - Am I in the truck also?

IC - "RuN HiM OveR, Run HIM OVER!"

OOC: i think this calls for a random event tbh.

Patrick pulled out his handgun, shooting at the car, hitting Tombstone in the cheek, as well as the chest twice.

He got hit in return in the left arm, as well as the stomach 4 times, but he crawled on the ground and ran for the car.

He jumped through the front window of the car, and pulled the pin of the grenade, dropping it in his backpack.

"ART.....IS AN EXPLOSION!" Patrick screamed into Tombstones eyes

--------

Honestly, I wasn't planning on doing that, but as it looked like death was imminent for myself, it looked about time to go Jihad and pull a C0

OOC: I haven't posted in a while because I'm going on holiday for a week, If you are all still alive I'll join back in.

In the meanwhile I have handed all control of my character over to FITZZ, PM him if you need to ask questions, silver has aproved this

[it's in color so you notice it]

Ok. We reeeeaaaallly need a random encounter.

Stop with the rp until Silver puts one up, ok?

OOC: I was just letting you live tbh! That or Silver could do an event! Guess we'll just sort this out.

BIC:
Shadow jumped left, smashing the door open and did a roll onto the ground, landing several metres away.

"Get out!" he screamed.

5..4..

AHh! Can't see my last post! But I know it's there.

But Ghosty you evil little ninja!

Oi! im just saying, this is a prime moment for a random event, otherwise people will just rp all there characters miraculously escaping with their lives, with Patrick surviving at the same time, to reload his 'nade launcher to fight again another day.

Should we cancel out the last couple of posts, and just continue from when patrick is infront of the pickup with Tombstomb yelling at Shadow to floor it? Sounds like a plan to me.

I mean, I never meant to start anything big, but hey seeing as it's happened..

WOOT I STARTED SOMETHING!!?!?!oNE!@!"!!!2!!




*pm's Silver*

Only reason I did it is because it looked like my death was imminent. And, TBH, saying you jumped away is false, as there is no way, they don't have a 5 second fuse, more like 3 seconds, and I landed on both of you LOL.

I'm fine with deleting the last couple of posts or something, its whatever.

What the hell have you guys been smoking? I don't know, I take my wife to a conference, sit in the car park reading for 4 hours, then bring her back again and you guys have done all sorts of strange things

To be honest, things are getting a little silly, so I am going to have to say that everyone is now IN THE CAR, having just JUMPED OUT THE WINDOW OF THE MALL.

No grenade pin pulling, no flying through the glass or anything like that.

Please guys/girls(?), I appreciate this is supposed to be fun, but let's not get stupid about it.

OOC:...WTF?!...I go to work..come home and find I have been shot and subsiquently blown up.. ,I can't leave you little scamps alone for a minute. ...

So..if I read Silver correctly we are..." In the Car (Truck),outside the mall"...is that correct?

OOC: I will just repost this,since it seems we are starting "at the mall" yet again.

BIC:

Tombstone ran for the truck,snapping a quick look over his shoulder to insure Jennifer was keeping up,she was mere feet behind.

The biker turned and fired his shotgun into a group of advancing ghouls,shreding flesh and bone and knocking several of them back..but dropping only one.

" well feth" Tombstone thought,and quickly slung his shotgun in favor of his 9mm pistols,he rapidly dropped several of the hungry dead with quick shots to the heads.

" Get in the fething truck" Tombstone yelled at Jennifer,who was busy fireing her own weapon into the ghouls.

" Relax Tombsy." she smirked at the biker and ran to the rear pasenger door,opening it and diving inside.

"Tombsy??!!" the biker laughed,as he placed a round through the eye of a drooling zombie.

Tombstone ran to the front pasenger door and turned again.

The sight was something out of a madmans dream,Bonzo was practicly dancing through the horde of zombies...heads,arms and inards flew in a crimson spray under his whirring blades.

Keria was dragging Tom along,both smashing ghouls out of their way,always under the protective eye of that clown.

Patrick had unleashed a hail of grenades,blowing a pathway through the zombies wich he happily danced through enjoying his art.

Halon had fired his weapon dry and went racing through the pile of blasted zombies,stomping the skulls of the ones who got a bit to close,he dove..landing with a thud in the rear of the truck,where he snatched up a weapon and poured fire into a mob of shambiling zombies.

" If I was a religious man" Tombstone thought " I'd swear I was in hell",this thought struck him as funny and he roared with laughter.

The Bikers laughter was cut off as he felt jaws clamp onto his arm.

" Mother Fether" Tombstone exclaimed as he turned staring at a small female zombie who was bitting at his leather covered arm.

Tombstone stared...and erupted into laughter.

The zombie was.. or had been, an elderly woman, "Like 20 years older than god" Tombstone thought,and while the virus may have got her up and moving about...it had not,thankfully,allowed her to regrow her teeth.

The elderly ghoul grabed weakly at the bikers arm and gummed his leather jacket covered arm,small smacking sound issueing from her toothless maw.

" Sorry granny" Tombstone grinned " The senior citizen special hasn't started yet."

He slung the aged zombie off with a contemptious ease and fired a round through her skull,blowing the tight bun of hair she wore loose like a brain covered party favor.

Tombstone shook his head,pulled a bandana from his pocket, cleaned the drool off of his sleeve,tossed the rag at the ruined face of the elderly zombie and climbed into the trucks front pasenger seat...Shadow was busy trying to hotwire the truck...the biker pulled his switchblade.

" You soilder boys and your difficult way of doing things". Tombstone grined.

The biker nudged Shadow out of his way,kicked the steering colum,breaking the key guard and slipped his switchblade into the housing...one twist and the engine roared to life.

" I would have gotten it" Shadow said a bit irritated.

" Yeah" Tombstone grinned " Of course we would have all had our asses eaten off by then".

Shadow stared at the biker " Feth you Easy ridder" he said.

Tombstone made kissing motions at Shadow and laughed .

" C'mon soilder boy...drive us to the promised land." the biker grinned....
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Patrick jumps in the back of the pickup, firing off his pistol into the approaching undead.

OOC: Okay, let me fix that.

IC:

Halon quickly snapped back to the real world. He saw Patrick looking longingly in the direction that the mall should've been in.

"Holy hell, craziest dream ever." Halon said aloud.

"Oh really, bout what?" Patrick said happily as it got his attention off of his dad.

Halon had to think quickly, telling the real dream may have sent the psycho into a frenzy and the back of a pick up truck is no place for a psycho to frenzy in.

"It was about the zombies and all, except that instead of them being the undead they were us and we were the undead." Halon muttered.

Patrick looked at him quizzically. Halon thought that he had per chance been caught lying.

"So you mean, we were the zombies and all dead and stuff?" Patrick asked.

"No, no like... well, you know how we call the zombies 'infected' right?" Halon asked, getting involved with his lie.

"Yeah." Patrick said dully.

"Well, in my dream the zombies looked the way they were, and we looked the way we did except we were the ones 'infected' so instead of us turning into zombies the zombies turned into us.". Halon continued, trying to gauge Patrick's response.

"Oh, I get it now. But that's not really crazy, this one time I..." Patrick began telling a story about a previous dream, but Halon was too busy thinking about how he had just saved the lives of everyone in the truck once again that he didn't pay attention. It was a good thing that Halon was well practiced in pretending to be interested in someone else's stories though.

OOC: Dream Sequence fixes all.

Tombstone closed his eyes,allowing his thoughts to drift,he could hear the frequent reports of various weapons as others cut through the walking dead to pile into the truck.

Over the gunfire he could hear Bonzos saws,whirring and cleaving...he smiled a bit.

Sitting besides him Shadow barked out commands,yelling for someone to hurry the feth up and get in the fething truck...Tombstone smiled a bit at that as well..He was starting to take a likeing to the soilder boy...well,as much as it was posiable for him to "like" any one.

He opened his eyes,still in thought.

" Could it really be just a bit over 24 hours since I was laying in a soft bed..enjoying Sabiannes company?" the biker thougt " Shame I offed her...seems fething pointless now"

He glanced out of the side window,several zombies were getting very close to the truck.

Tombstone rolled the window down.

" Hey Easy rider" Shadow said " bad idea...close the window"

" Just..." Tombstone drifted off,lost in thought.

The biker fired...sending a ghoul spiraling to the ground.

"Tombstone!" Shadow shouted " Button that opening man!"

"One..." the biker continued.

Another shot from tombstones 9mm...brains exited the back of a zombies skull.

" Close the fething window!!" Shadow yelled again.

" More.." Tombstone said.

He fired a third time...pulverizing the head of a zombie who had,in life,been a young boy of perhaps 10.

"Mother Fether!" Shadow said,obviously becoming quite angry.

Tombstone sighted on the final ghoul outside his window,the walking corpse wore the traditional suit and collar of a priest.

" Forgive me Father...for I have sinned" Tombstone wispered,he pulled the trigger...the zombie priest fell.

Tombstone rolled up the window.

Shadow glared at the Biker " What in the feth was all that about!!?" he yelled .

Tombstone turned to Shadow,his eyes blazed ..."Confession." the biker said.

Shadow eyed the biker for a long moment and spoke " You better not be going crazy too...we got enough of that gak already".

Tombstone shook his head,as if to clear it...his evil grin returned and he looked at Shadow " Me? Crazy?..only about you soilder boy."the biker laughed.

Shadow shook his head " Feth off" he half laughed.

"If you two are done chatting each other up" Jennifer spoke from behind them "Could we please get the feth out of here.".

Shadow threw the big truck into gear and roared away from the mall...

OOC: @ Halonachos

My last RP seems a bit out of sync with yours,however,if it's cool with you we can say that Halons conversation with Patrick takes place several minutes after the events in my last post...if your cool with that.

OOC: So, I will organize the story into this:

IC:
Tombstone ran for the truck,snapping a quick look over his shoulder to insure Jennifer was keeping up,she was mere feet behind.

The biker turned and fired his shotgun into a group of advancing ghouls,shreding flesh and bone and knocking several of them back..but dropping only one.

" well feth" Tombstone thought,and quickly slung his shotgun in favor of his 9mm pistols,he rapidly dropped several of the hungry dead with quick shots to the heads.

" Get in the fething truck" Tombstone yelled at Jennifer,who was busy fireing her own weapon into the ghouls.

" Relax Tombsy." she smirked at the biker and ran to the rear pasenger door,opening it and diving inside.

"Tombsy??!!" the biker laughed,as he placed a round through the eye of a drooling zombie.

Tombstone ran to the front pasenger door and turned again.

The sight was something out of a madmans dream,Bonzo was practicly dancing through the horde of zombies...heads,arms and inards flew in a crimson spray under his whirring blades.

Keria was dragging Tom along,both smashing ghouls out of their way,always under the protective eye of that clown.

Patrick had unleashed a hail of grenades,blowing a pathway through the zombies wich he happily danced through enjoying his art.

Halon had fired his weapon dry and went racing through the pile of blasted zombies,stomping the skulls of the ones who got a bit to close,he dove..landing with a thud in the rear of the truck,where he snatched up a weapon and poured fire into a mob of shambiling zombies.

" If I was a religious man" Tombstone thought " I'd swear I was in hell",this thought struck him as funny and he roared with laughter.

The Bikers laughter was cut off as he felt jaws clamp onto his arm.

" Mother Fether" Tombstone exclaimed as he turned staring at a small female zombie who was bitting at his leather covered arm.

Tombstone stared...and erupted into laughter.

The zombie was.. or had been, an elderly woman, "Like 20 years older than god" Tombstone thought,and while the virus may have got her up and moving about...it had not,thankfully,allowed her to regrow her teeth.

The elderly ghoul grabed weakly at the bikers arm and gummed his leather jacket covered arm,small smacking sound issueing from her toothless maw.

" Sorry granny" Tombstone grinned " The senior citizen special hasn't started yet."

He slung the aged zombie off with a contemptious ease and fired a round through her skull,blowing the tight bun of hair she wore loose like a brain covered party favor.

Tombstone shook his head,pulled a bandana from his pocket, cleaned the drool off of his sleeve,tossed the rag at the ruined face of the elderly zombie and climbed into the trucks front pasenger seat...Shadow was busy trying to hotwire the truck...the biker pulled his switchblade.

" You soilder boys and your difficult way of doing things". Tombstone grined.

The biker nudged Shadow out of his way,kicked the steering colum,breaking the key guard and slipped his switchblade into the housing...one twist and the engine roared to life.

" I would have gotten it" Shadow said a bit irritated.

" Yeah" Tombstone grinned " Of course we would have all had our asses eaten off by then".

Shadow stared at the biker " Feth you Easy ridder" he said.

Tombstone made kissing motions at Shadow and laughed .

" C'mon soilder boy...drive us to the promised land." the biker grinned....

Tombstone closed his eyes,allowing his thoughts to drift,he could hear the frequent reports of various weapons as others cut through the walking dead to pile into the truck.

Over the gunfire he could hear Bonzos saws,whirring and cleaving...he smiled a bit.

Sitting besides him Shadow barked out commands,yelling for someone to hurry the feth up and get in the fething truck...Tombstone smiled a bit at that as well..He was starting to take a likeing to the soilder boy...well,as much as it was posiable for him to "like" any one.

He opened his eyes,still in thought.

" Could it really be just a bit over 24 hours since I was laying in a soft bed..enjoying Sabiannes company?" the biker thougt " Shame I offed her...seems fething pointless now"

He glanced out of the side window,several zombies were getting very close to the truck.

Tombstone rolled the window down.

" Hey Easy rider" Shadow said " bad idea...close the window"

" Just..." Tombstone drifted off,lost in thought.

The biker fired...sending a ghoul spiraling to the ground.

"Tombstone!" Shadow shouted " Button that opening man!"

"One..." the biker continued.

Another shot from tombstones 9mm...brains exited the back of a zombies skull.

" Close the fething window!!" Shadow yelled again.

" More.." Tombstone said.

He fired a third time...pulverizing the head of a zombie who had,in life,been a young boy of perhaps 10.

"Mother Fether!" Shadow said,obviously becoming quite angry.

Tombstone sighted on the final ghoul outside his window,the walking corpse wore the traditional suit and collar of a priest.

" Forgive me Father...for I have sinned" Tombstone wispered,he pulled the trigger...the zombie priest fell.

Tombstone rolled up the window.

Shadow glared at the Biker " What in the feth was all that about!!?" he yelled .

Tombstone turned to Shadow,his eyes blazed ..."Confession." the biker said.

Shadow eyed the biker for a long moment and spoke " You better not be going crazy too...we got enough of that gak already".

Tombstone shook his head,as if to clear it...his evil grin returned and he looked at Shadow " Me? Crazy?..only about you soilder boy."the biker laughed.

Shadow shook his head " Feth off" he half laughed.

"If you two are done chatting each other up" Jennifer spoke from behind them "Could we please get the feth out of here.".

Shadow threw the big truck into gear and roared away from the mall...

Patrick was loving this. He was blasting away, the sheer deafening force of the grenades was astounding.

He stopped, and saw that the truck was moving, he ran for it, and just barely caught on to a handle on the back.

His feet were dragging, which was very dangerous, and he struggled to get them up on the back of the truck, but finally them into a "safe" position.

He fell in the back next to halon.

"Joint?" Patrick said as he extended his hand

Halon turned him down

"Smoke?"

Halon greedily accepted a cigarette.

Patrick sat on the back of the truck, reloading his grenade launcher. He had roughly 20 grenades left available for his launcher, but several handfuls more that were regular concussion hand grenades.

Halon took the cigarette, he looked at it for awhile and thought of several things.

"How badarse would he look if he had five o' clock shadow, was ripped, had an eyepatch and wasted zombies while standing in the back of a moving pick up truck" was one of them.

Halon lifted it up and let it flutter out of his hands.

"Never smoked," Halon said, "wouldn't want to end that streak now would I?" he said in a philosopher's manner.

The truck was pulling well ahead of the zombies and soon they would be out of the effective range of their weapons. There was a brief respite from all of the action so Halon layed back against the rear window of the driver's cab. The sky was a fantastic color as they raced towards wherever Shadow was taking them. The mall had actually caught fire from all of the shooting in the inside, maybe a tank of something or another got hit. It was probably one of Patrick's grenades though.

"A photographer's dream." Halon muttered while looking at the surreal blend of oily black leaking into the sky of blue shades and golden rays. The clouds forming holes that the sun penetrated as if shining a spotlight on certain places and things. It was an almost beautiful scene, if the whole zombie thing wasn't going on.

"I'll tell you why its beautiful, Halon, that's because the Art of explosions creates beautiful scenes" Patrick said

"You see before your eyes what fascinates me so much" Patrick chuckled

"And, probably because I was beaten as a child, to a drunk father" Patrick laughed, but stopped as he uttered the last few words

"My dad used to tell me I wouldn't be anything in life" Patrick said to Halon

"I guess I'm not, since all of you think I'm under some sort of madness" Patrick solemnly spoke

"Too bad, that" Patrick laughed hysterically

The grey pickup continued down the road. Shadow steered the vehicle round a corner.
"So where're you taking us, G.I. Joe?" Tombstone said.
"I've told you. My 'fortress'" He replied.
Tombstone grunted. "So I heard, but--"
"Then why don't you shutup?" Shadow snapped.
The biker glared at Shadow for a moment, fire in his eyes. The biker began to reach for his pistol, but thought better of it. Tombstone turned and looked over the seat.
"How're you feeling, sweetheart?" Tombstone asked Jennifer
"Feth off."
"Alright cupcake, temper, temper!" he mocked.
Jennifer raised her middle finger at the biker.
"Now, now, wouldn't want me to suddenly forget where your father is, would we?"
"You..stinking..son..of a b-" Jennifer stopped as the entire vehicle jumped, making Tombstone's head collide with the roof.
"Hey biker boy!" came a voice from above them. Tombstone looked up, to see the smiling face of Patrick.
"Should be wearing your seatbelt, biker boy!"
Tombstone breathed outwards heavily, then glanced at the speed - 60mph. He then slammed his foot down on the breaks, sending Patrick flying, his screams puncturing the silence.
"What the hell?" Shadow blurted out, turning to Tombstone.
"Run him over! While we have the chance!" The biker commanded.

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Patrick groaned, and hauled himself up using the front of the bonnet, and brought out a grenade from his pocket and waved it at the window.
"Not so fast" he wheezed painfully.

Patrick pulled out his handgun, shooting at the car, hitting Tombstone in the cheek, as well as the chest twice.

He got hit in return in the left arm, as well as the stomach 4 times, but he crawled on the ground and ran for the car.

He jumped through the front window of the car, and pulled the pin of the grenade, dropping it in his backpack.

"ART.....IS AN EXPLOSION!" Patrick screamed into Tombstones eyes

Halon quickly snapped back to the real world. He saw Patrick looking longingly in the direction that the mall should've been in.

"Holy hell, craziest dream ever." Halon said aloud.

"Oh really, bout what?" Patrick said happily as it got his attention off of his dad.

Halon had to think quickly, telling the real dream may have sent the psycho into a frenzy and the back of a pick up truck is no place for a psycho to frenzy in.

"It was about the zombies and all, except that instead of them being the undead they were us and we were the undead." Halon muttered.

Patrick looked at him quizzically. Halon thought that he had per chance been caught lying.

"So you mean, we were the zombies and all dead and stuff?" Patrick asked.

"No, no like... well, you know how we call the zombies 'infected' right?" Halon asked, getting involved with his lie.

"Yeah." Patrick said dully.

"Well, in my dream the zombies looked the way they were, and we looked the way we did except we were the ones 'infected' so instead of us turning into zombies the zombies turned into us.". Halon continued, trying to gauge Patrick's response.

"Oh, I get it now. But that's not really crazy, this one time I..." Patrick began telling a story about a previous dream, but Halon was too busy thinking about how he had just saved the lives of everyone in the truck once again that he didn't pay attention. It was a good thing that Halon was well practiced in pretending to be interested in someone else's stories though.

OOC: A long post yes, but the story has been reorganized for the better in my own opinion. Hopefully this will also make it a bit easier to follow.

Appreciate it, mate, much easier to understand now.

Patrick then turned into a zombie raptor and flew into outerspace and ate all of the moonians before crystallizing into the shape of Chuck Norris's fist which launched the survivors on Earth into a tirade of Chuck Norris jokes that caused the heads of each zombie on Earth to asplode. The zombies then turned into a frothy, bubbly mixture and evaporated, making the sky zebra very, very sad.

End of RP.

O_o

IC - Bonzo sat in the back of the truck, watching the scene... "LooKS AlMoST LiKE A fUn FaaiR!" as he twirled his chainsaws on his fingers, humming "doo do dodododo do dooo do" (Top hat theme) as the truck sped off.

"ToO tHE BaT CaVE!"

I'm thinking there's one other crazy we may have to off.. :/

Eh, good that everything's been fixed now, nice one Halon

Dark, your avatar's broken.

Whaa?!! Looks fine to me, same old =I= that it's always been (for awhile, anyway). I did try changing it but the stupid file size is always too big.

Maybe I'm looking at it funny... nope, still looks like a white box with a red X in it.

Looks fine to me, Halon, maybe its just you?

Oh no, I see what this is. Its some kind of trick to make me think that I am crazy, perhaps too crazy to RP. You want to kill of my character, yeah that's it, but no for I now know your plans and they... are... FOILED!!!









In all seriousness, I think we need a random event.

Yeah, wait, no! I just need to get my ass in gear and RP the drive and getting to Shadow's fortress. Having breakfast atm, so I'll do that in a bit.

You eating cheerios?

No, never have done, probably never will do. Pancake.

*cough*heretic*cough*

*cough*brokenimage^*cough*

Nice try, but you aren't going to fool me twice.

No, seriously, your image is broken.

So's your avatar *wink, wink, nudge, nudge*

Yeah, okay, w/e, but your picture is REALLY broken. Tbh I don't even care. Anyway!

IC:

After ten minutes, Shadow made a sharp turn down a road and stopped, pulling the handbrake. He opened the driver door, and got out, closing it behind him.
"C'mon, biker boy, me 'n' you are riding in style. Halon, take the wheel, would ya?" he said, before walking off towards the army base, shotgun held at the ready. Walking into the base, he saw that it had been overrun. There were bodies everywhere, and it looked like the protesters, or worse, had broken down the front door. Shouting and pockets of gunfire could be heard from inside various parts of the area. Making sure there was nobody around, Shadow quickly ran around the back to where his convertable was parked...

...only to find protesters occupying.
"What the feth do you think you're doing in my car?" he shouted at them, shotgun aiming in their direction. Shadow really hoped they'd just bugger off, he really didn't want to damage his car. It had a nice, smooth, black paintjob that he didn't want to ruin. Heck, it's the apocalypse, why do I even care? he thought. Oh yeah, I'll be dead before I see some crazy hippy sons of a bitches muckin' up MY car!

Yeah, dark your image IS broken....

Unless maybe your trying to off both of us?

No, wait, oh it IS broken now. Whadayya know!

NOW GET BACK TO WRITING SOME IC

OOC @ Dark.

Any preferance for what model car your convertable is?


I'm thinking a Maserati GranCabrio

OOC: Cars aren't really my thing

Gimme a minute..

Tombstone walked along with Shadow into the army base,his twin 9mms ready.

Inside they were greeted by the sight of dozens of dead bodies...well "truely dead" Tombstone thought.

As they walked round a corner,Tombstone saw what Shadow had ment by "Ridding in style",the biker smiled in aproval .

"Nice ride soilder boy" Tombstone said...then he noticed the hippys inside the car.

Shadow had his shotgun aimed,demanding the protesters,two scraggly looking guys and a young girl get out of his car.

One of them spoke " He man...chill..we just found it" The hippy continued " Can't get her started though.."

Shadow glared at the man,who was obviously stoned " You can't fething start it..you tree hugging idiot...becuase one it's mine and two I have the keys...now get out of MY CAR!"

Tombstone looked at Shadow " Just fething shoot 'em man".

"Don't want to feth up my paint job" Shadow replied with a slight smile.

The biker roared laughter,but nodded that he understood,after all hadn't he himself felt a killing urge when he saw the smoldering remains of his own Harley.

" How do ya feel about blood stains on your seats?" Tombstone asked,holstering one of his pistols and withdrawing his switchblade snapping the 9 inch blade out and smilling his evil smile at the "head hippy".

" Hey! we got rights" The protester shouted,Tombstone steped forward quickly and lightly slashed upwards across the mans lips,splitting them open.

The hippy squealed and lept from the car,gushing mouth grasped in his hands.

The other male protester stood," Hey not cool" he started...Shadow spun his shotgun in hand and drove the butt of the gun viciously into the mans midsection..the hippy gasped fro air and doubbled over,Shadow swung the gun butt up into his face knocking him into the air and out of his car.

The female hippy jumped out of the car,obviously terrorfied,Tombstone stared at her evenly,she was quite pretty.

" Maybe we could let her ride with us." He said to Shadow.

She pressed her back to the wall,staring at her two companions who had been so quickly bested by the two strangers.

" Facist!!" the protester Tombstone had cut blurted through his ruined lips as he turned and ran,the other hippy staggering close behind him.

Tombstone raised his pistol and shot the man in his ass.
Shadow jumped into his car laughing at the bikers action..." Let's ride my man".

The two hippys limped quickly away,fearing for their lives " C'mon Daisy" the one Shadow had pummeled yelled over his shoulder...from around the next corner a group of about a dozen ghouls appeared,the hippys ran right into their hungry slavering jaws and pieces of flesh torn from them before they could react.

The girls eyes widdened as she saw her two companions being ripped apart by the flesh eating dead.

Tombstone looked at Shadow " Do we take her or leave her Bro?"...

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Tombstone Aproves

Your IC post made me lol.

But it seems your spelling is slowly but surely deteriorating the further into this RP we get.. sorry, but I AM a grammar nazi, you know.

IC:

"Ugly..Mother..Fu-" Shadow's words were drowned out as the grenade he had lobbed mere seconds ago landed in the crowd of ghouls and exploded, shredding the undead at best, knocking them over at worst. Ramming in the keys, Shadow brought the car to life, and revved the engine.

Not thirty seconds later they had passed the truck, and the two men could hear Halon shouting at them. Shadow chuckled slightly, as he flicked on the headlights. "Bloody dark out here.." he muttered. Tombstone agreed. They slowed down, and Shadow looked behind him. Five minutes later, the pickup trundled down the road, Halon at the wheel.
Turning back to the biker, Shadow asked, "Should we just dump this guys? That Halon dude seemd alright.. and that women hasn't caused any problems. But if we go now, we could just leave them with that crazy fether who blew up my chopper. What do you think?"



O.O

OOC: Yes I know my spelling becomes pretty bad at times,particularly when I'm deep in the throws of "Character" as I'm trying to get the post up and not paying a great deal of attention to spelling...sorry about that.

Quick question...did we take the "Hippy Chick" with us..or leave her to get munched by the zeds?

OOC - Screw her being munched by the zombies, I'll do it if you guys want her dead.... gives me a nice RP opportunity. ^^

Great Unclean One wrote:OOC - Screw her being munched by the zombies, I'll do it if you guys want her dead.... gives me a nice RP opportunity. ^^

OOC: That would be funny,but the only problem is that your inside the truck parked outside the base,while Shadow and Tombstone are inside the base getting Shadows car.

No, you're in the truck that's about half a mile down the road from us. Stay. Stay!

Um.. I'm gonna go ahead and say.. I dunno.

We didn't RP it, so TECHNICANBIBONBOBILILLY she isn't with us.. I'll leave it up to you, FITZZ, if you want her in with us, just say blah blah yes or no leave the other buggers and then Tombstone glanced at the backseat with the (unconscious?) girl or w/e.

Up to you. And knowing Tombstone, or any man in an apocalypse situation, having a woman ain't usually a bad thing.


On a brighter, more positive note, I STILL HAVEN'T STABBED ANYTHING WITH MY HUNTING KNIFE YET. I WANT TO STAB SOMETHING. I MEAN SHADOW DOES.

*ahem* -shifty eyes-

FITZZ wrote:

Great Unclean One wrote:OOC - Screw her being munched by the zombies, I'll do it if you guys want her dead.... gives me a nice RP opportunity. ^^

OOC: That would be funny,but the only problem is that your inside the truck parked outside the base,while Shadow and Tombstone are inside the base getting Shadows car.

We're not in the base.. the truck is not parked..

Your IC post made me lol.

But it seems your spelling is slowly but surely deteriorating the further into this RP we get.. sorry, but I AM a grammar nazi, you know.

IC:

"Ugly..Mother..Fu-" Shadow's words were drowned out as the grenade he had lobbed mere seconds ago landed in the crowd of ghouls and exploded, shredding the undead at best, knocking them over at worst. Ramming in the keys, Shadow brought the car to life, and revved the engine.

Not thirty seconds later they had passed the truck, and the two men could hear Halon shouting at them. Shadow chuckled slightly, as he flicked on the headlights. "Bloody dark out here.." he muttered. Tombstone agreed. They slowed down, and Shadow looked behind him. Five minutes later, the pickup trundled down the road, Halon at the wheel.
Turning back to the biker, Shadow asked, "Should we just dump this guys? That Halon dude seemd alright.. and that women hasn't caused any problems. But if we go now, we could just leave them with that crazy fether who blew up my chopper. What do you think?"



O.O

Did I ninja you or something?