Forum adverts like this one are shown to any user who is not logged in. Join us by filling out a tiny 3 field form and you will get your own, free, dakka user account which gives a good range of benefits to you: No adverts like this in the forums anymore. Times and dates in your local timezone. Full tracking of what you have read so you can skip to your first unread post, easily see what has changed since you last logged in, and easily see what is new at a glance. Email notifications for threads you want to watch closely. Being a part of the oldest wargaming community on the net. If you are already a member then feel free to login now.

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.

-------------

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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"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.

--------------

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.