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"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?