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lol i leave for a day, come back and its gone mad!

I can rectify this though. Silver, your not close to town are you? So we can make the assumption that zombies may have reached you.

Now, GES seemed to have ignored his initial post about seeing zombies attack, which works. Karon, erm, well we can say that someone had been infected, before coming to the town, and dropped in the street and changed. As for N, well he's acting like the zombies are already here, which is ok, as we can fill that in by saying he, (and probably alot of others) are paranoid, and are hunkering down already.

K?

Bloody nora, started this thread about a day ago and its already page 3 :O

woot page three?

hmm.

Well, the GM has spoken.

My character is pretty far out in the middle of the woods and away from town

OOC=
ghosty this may not be normal but since we all live in this town we would know what sort of things it has in the way of supermarkets etc. or is it like Quahog and has whatever we require
and i'm really not sure on this I feel im doing it right but some sort of confirmation...
IC=

Naomie felt strange, the town was never this quiet, as she weaved her way through the backstreets towards the town centre the only sign of life was the SUV following her. it was all scraped and dented with bars over the windows nothing like she had ever seen before, it looked like something out of some horror movie . She slowed down to turn into an alleyway and out of her mirror noticed the car wasn't slowing down for her. The car hit her bike just as she lept clear, sending it spining across the road. As she skidded across someone’s lawn she drew the pistol but the car had speeded away down the road, not even bothering to check if she was still alive. Picking herself up fo the grass she could feel that nothing was wrong.

"That was close" she thought

as she picked up her bike she noticed that there was no noises coming from any of the houses, and no birds in any of the trees looking again at some of the houses she noticed all the windows were boarded up from the inside, one or two even had makeshift sandbags piled up at the doors. Picking the bike up and checking for damage she zipped out of sight and down the alley powering toward the back of the local gun store.

Quietly picking the lock on the heavy metal door she slipped inside, she could hear the owner out front yelling at someone; no doubt they were probably attempted looters trying to break in. That would give her all the time she needed to find her stuff. the gun store’s storeroom was almost empty but there was a good ten cases of 5.56 ammo left, no doubt the store owner was keeping them for himself 2000 rounds of ammo was more than enough if they can't get in, he wouldn't miss one case luckily she didn't feel as bad about the other supplies she needed the 5.7mm ammo her pistol used was in abundance. Taking two magazines and a box of ammo that she knew he didn't need them as he only ever carried a revolver. on the other shelf was some flashlights so she took a pair then slipped out the back making sure to push one of the dumpsters up against the door.

That’s me she thought to herself, unlocking the wheel of her bike better be heading home now, that was quicker than expected

she wheeled the bike out the alley and pulled the visor down on her helmet, its black tint blocking out most of the light but just as she mounted up and was about to pull away she remembered about William. She had to check he was alright. Turning round and heading the other way she followed the signs for the hospital it was the quickest way there, but just went past it heading for some of the nearby apartments. Outside was nothing, no people, no cars, just nothing.

looking up at the windows she counted in from the side and saw all the windows in Williams house were wide open. the apartment next to it had crudely boarded up its windows. she heard a noise and jumped, but looked around and saw a cat run down a side-street.

Checking her watch to see what time it was, she was surprised to see it was only about 12:00. the power still seemed to be on inside so she clambered the stair to William’s apartment, reaching his door she knocked hard on it, only to have the door swing open under her fist, something was wrong. She stepped inside, drawing the pistol out in front of her. Everything was quiet. All the chairs were neatly pushed into the corner, as she made her way through the apartment she realised it was empty. Checking the wardrobe she saw William’s case was gone. She glanced out of the window to check if the bike was still their Then through one of the bedside lamps against the wall it smashed leaving a small dent in the wall. If anybody still inhabited the apartment next-door they would know she was here now for sure. Slumping onto the bed she felt relieved, at least he got away.

away, yeah away to where the whole worlds gone to pot and he just disapears without telling me
lying on his bed she began to think about where he was when she heard movement through the wall, she rose from the bed and thumped against the wall in such a way that whoever it was could be cretain it was a person on the other side then waited for a responce

OOC: Is that an invitation?
Anyway, when you said 12:00, Ninja, did you mean noon or midnight? I'll assume noon.

BIC:

The grey pickup fell silent as Spook turned its engine off. He opened the drivers door, and jumped out. He turned back to grab his Shotgun before slamming the door shut. "C'mon, Chester!" He called, and the collie abliged. Spook headed towards the lumber yard. He figured he'd need all the supplies he could get, 'cause it was gonna become an FFA soon. How could it not?

Walking into the woods, it was dead silent. It was unnerving. Chester hesitated for a moment. "C'mon lad, it ain't that bad. Just a buncha trees!" But Spook knew something was wrong; Chester just sat down and wouldn't move. "Look, come on man, or I'm gonna have to leave you here." Spook paused for a moment and waited, but the collie didn't move. Chester let out a faint whine and then a bark, and Spook knew he was scared. "Alright, you stay here then" he said over his shoulder as he headed off into the wood. He walked for a couple of minutes, until he heard a voice, and what sounded like a radio. Thanks to this distraction, he failed to notice the small bush infront of him. He walked into it and jumped in surprise, as the bush had some sort of thorns in it. "Ah gak!" he shouted, before stumbling backwards into a clearing. Turning, he saw a well-built man with an axe looking at him in surprise. Realizing how threatening he looked with his shotgun, Spook lowered his weapon. "Hey man, this ain't what ya think. I'm just here for some wood and.." Then Spook noticed the corpse. "Holy gak! Man what the feth happened to that guy? feth man, you did a number on him!" Spook suddenly backed off a few paces and raised his shotgun at the man with the axe, and he looked the man squarely in the eyes.

OOC Noon, I'll always try and use 24hr clock as it makes it easier and an invitation to what?

thats me for tonight as Im away to an end of exam party (drunkenness rules) so i should be back tomorrow morning

Invitation for someones character to jump in there

OOC - Are we basically RPing the NCPs until the zombies hit?

IC - Dervish, after stocking up on.... the essentials went back to his flat, he was pretty sure he'd got something he'd forgotten.

When he entered, he stepped over the passed out bodies of the people who had crashed there the night before, he picked up a biking chain from his bedroom and proceeded to turn on his stereo at full blast, pumping punk metal into the room.

This slowly but surely cleared the room, with only a rather far out girl still in the middle of the living room, looking suitably annoyed. Dervish grinned at her, gestured to the bat and she scurried out to avoid being smacked round the head.

Dervish had a look round his flat and decided that he needed to back a few more things, a couple more bottles of whiskey and couple of kitchen towels. Never know when fire'll come in handy he thought to himself as he packed his bags.

After this he left the flat, intent on going out and seeing if he could find his cycle, he remembered he'd left it somewhere near Dunburn street, he set off towards the street, swigging whiskey as he went.

OOC: Is there any extra room in the game?

Yeah, I felt one infected person to be appropriate.
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Patrick stood there for a few seconds, barely coming to realizations of what exactly is happening. The world was being attacked by ZOMBIES, things he saw in movies. Fiction, fake, imaginary.

"I suppose I'm here for a purpose afterall" Patrick thought: To kill melon-fething zombies. Somehow, Patrick liked the sound of that over going to a lecture at school.


Patrick kicked the bastard in its disease ridden mouth, and unlocked the door to his car, getting in when he heard a faint whine. He waited a second, and there it was. It faintly resembled a "Meow" of sorts.

He opened his backpack's other large pocket, and somehow, his pet cat, Smokey, had found its way into his backpack. Well, I suppose any companion is better than none.

Patrick lifted Smokey out of the backpack, and put him in the passenger seat which had a blanket lied over it. Smokey was 7 years old, and knew Patrick all its life. He was loyal, knew how to follow commands, and listened to him.

Patrick engaged the engine, noticing he had 3/4 of a tank of gas left. Good, he would probably need it.He pulled out of the apartment parking space, into the road. He decided to survey down to see the actual extent of the infection in this god forsaken place.

Patrick kept driving around, noticing nothing of interest, instead of nobody else was on the road at all. That was EXTREMELY unnerving, that never happened.

Suddenly, he heard a roar of a vehicle, he saw that it was a motorcycle, looked like a large man along with a....woman. on the back. Patrick immediately turned around and did a U-Turn, following the bike.

This was better than wandering around in the middle of nowhere.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:"Hey man, this ain't what ya think. I'm just here for some wood and.." Then Spook noticed the corpse. "Holy gak! Man what the feth happened to that guy? feth man, you did a number on him!" Spook suddenly backed off a few paces and raised his shotgun at the man with the axe, and he looked the man squarely in the eyes.

Sil moved very slowly into what he hoped was a non-threatening position as the man spotted the body still at his feet. He hadn't expected anyone to be this far out in the woods and had been too absorbed in the radio and the shock of being attacked like that to notice the sounds of someone approaching. "Hey, relax - this isn't what it looks like; this guy came out of the woods and attacked me. He was acting all crazy. I tried to warn him off, even broke his damn arm but he still kept on coming. It was crazy." Not normally one to get emotional, Sil's voice wavered slightly and he paused to see what effect his words were having before continuing. "Look, I'm gonna step back and you can check it out - this guy must have been high on something, he'd already been shot at least twice when he attacked me and he didn't even slow down!"

Sil waited a moment before backing away from the body and letting the other man take a look. Spook leaned over the body, being sure to keep Sil in his sight as he did so. The dead guy did look pretty damn dead - he was scratched all over, his clothes were ripped and he had several gunshot wounds peppering his body. Strangely none of the wounds looked like they had bled very much. Spook looked at Sil in contemplation. He didn't look like he had a gun, and he looked like he might be shocked enough to have just been attacked by a madman - it was difficult to tell though, since he was clearly covered in gang marks and his whole personality had obviously been designed at the hard end of life.

He lowered the gun slightly and asked "Do you know what is happening in town?"

Sil relaxed slightly. "Not much, there was something about some murders, a few people going missing, a bit of fighting - unusual for round here I guess. Not been into town for a while though, so I don't hear much." Sil listened to his radio for a moment before continuing. "A few of the guys are not answering their radios. I know a couple have family in town so they may have taken off, but not everyone. And no one has heard anything from the main lumber yard either. Did you come from there? Did you see anything?"

[OOC: I was planning on having the lumbar yard deserted after being wiped out by zombies. Most of the staff are just food, but a couple would have become zombies. If anyone wants to do that bit, feel free, otherwise Sil and Spook can go check it out later and find the remains]

Sorry if I fethed up anybodies posts. Didn't mean to.

Dave jumped from the roof when the zombies burst through the door. It was twelve feet to the grass. He rolled as he hit, tweaking his ankle despite this.
Dave pushed off with his other foot. He ran down the street, observing the carnage he'd seen while drinking. His vision swam, he stumbled.
He started wishing he hadn't drunk.

He noticed the knife and hammer gripped in his hands.

Dave ran, left leg trailing slightly from the tweaked ankle.
He saw and heard fighting, felt hot breath down the back of his neck more then once.

Dave reached the edge of town. He saw a wrecked police cruiser, the corpse of the officer who rode in it, laying across the hood, body still.
David approached cautisly, raising the hammer in his right hand.

The body jerked up, showing off the wrecked face of the somehow living man.

Dave stumbled abck, fell on his ass. The man lunged from the hood, landing on top of Dave. The weapons were knocked from his hands.
The bastard was strong but uncoordinated, and Dave had the advantage in terms of skill. He used one hand to push his throat back, the other to grip his right hand.
He brought his knee up into the mans crotch. No effect. Dave followed up, another four times.

The knees brought no effect. He rocked hs hips, moving his hand to push the attackers chest. He finally managed to unseat the man, and threw a kick
that caught the man on the temple. The man fell on his side, and Dave stood up. He brought his foot down on the man's skull, again and again, till the body stopped moving.

Dave fell on his ass, breathing heavily. He gathered himself, picking up his hammer and knife. He brought the hammer down, crushing the skull completely.
Dave saw the .45 in the holster on his hip.

Feth it. Why not? Dave took the belt and strapped it on, checking the magazine was loaded. There were two more mags attached to the backside of the belt.

Dave looked at the roadsigns. The lumber yard was just a few miles away. He could get there if he started huffing it.

Dave checked the car real quick, and found a map. He stuffed it into his back pocket, and started moving.

Fitzz road slowly into town,the engine of the Harley echoing in the unsettleing empty streets.
"What the feth" he thought to himself "Never seen the town this empty"

Behind him Fire echoed his thoughts, "Where is every one" she asked quietly.
" How the feth would I know" Fitzz shot back at her,she flinched at his tone and he found himself wishing once again that he could have ditched her back at her house.

"Look" Fitzz said " We'll head on down to the Satans club house" he thought for a moment and continued " Maybe the brothers know what the feth is really going on here".

Several minutes later Fitzz pulled into the front lot of the Satans Servents club house,he killed the engine on his bike and stared puzzled at the near empty lot.
Usually there was at least 3 dozen motorcycles parked in the lot,this morning however there were only 2 besides his own.
"What the feth is going on" Fitzz said to no one in particular.
"I don't know,but this is creepy as feth" came Fires answer.
Fitzz climbed off his bike and started walking towards the club house entrance,noticing one of the remaining Harelys belonged to "Grave Digger" one of Fitzzs best bros,and the other to "Little Pete",who wasn't even a Satan yet,just a pee on little goof ball prospect who Fitzz thought was a class A idiot.

" What are you gonna do" asked Fire from behind him,she had climbed off the bike and was looking after Fitzz nervously.

"Well" he replied " I thought I'd practice some break dancing and see if I can get a spot on that "Americas best dance crew" show"
He continued to the club house and Fire quickly followed him.

Inside the clubhouse was silent,wich struck Fitzz as odd as he could never recall a time in all his years as a Satan of this place ever being quiet.

" Grave!" Fitzz yelled "Digs,you here Bro?"...nothing,simply silence.
" Digs! you feth,stop fething around!" Fitzz shouted,he walked into the clubhouses "party room",Grave Digger was probably passed out in there.

Fire saw it first and gasped,there,lying on a pool table in the center of the party room was "Little Pete",only it was obvious "Little Pete" wasn't intoxicated and unconsious,"Little Pete" was graveyard dead,a huge knife had been driven deep into his skull.

Fitzz stared at the lifeless body of the prospect, "Glad your dead ya fething useless gak" he thought,and at the same time he realized that it was Grave Diggers knife protruding from "Little Petes" head.

"Digs!" Fitzz shouted again "What went down? you off this punk?"he felt frustration building "Where the Feth are you man!!"

Grave Digger stepped into the room,only this wasn't the man Fitzz knew,in honesty Fitzz didn't know what he was looking at.
Grave Diggers throat was gone,blood staind the front of his "I Love Beer" t-shirt,he stumbled forward.
"Graves,what the ..." Fitzz started,Fire screamed..and Grave Digger lunged for her.
Fitzz grabed the back of Grave Diggers shirt,it tore with a soft purr and Grave Digger toppled onto Fire,the young woman shrieked as the mans teeth clamped into her arm.
"God damnit Graves,fething cool it" Fitzz bellowed,Could the gak he heard on the news be right he thought for a second,as he yanked his obviously crazy friend off the screaming girl and slung him across the room.
"Digs! your hurt man...you need.." Fitzz said,but what did Grave Digger really need he thought to himself.
Grave Digger slowly lurched towards Fitzz,his mouth opening in a bloody smear.
Fitzz drew his .45 from his shoulder holster "Graves..don't man,just..stop." he said
Graves came on.
"Man! don't make me kill you!" Fitzz shouted
Graves took anothe shaking step forward.
"Bro,I mean it." Fitzz almost wisperd.
Another step.
The .45 roared in the quiet clubhouse.

Fitzz stood over the body of his friend,anger filled him and he fired several shots into the wall screaming profanities.
He glanced at Fire who was trembleing and obviously terrified.
Quickly he bandged the minor wound on her arm.
"Let's move" he ordered "we are ridding for the club safe house out in the woods"he spoke fast "The rest of the Satans will most likely be there...and I'm going to get some fething answers"
Several minutes later Fitzz,with Fire piled on behind him,was roaring through town.

OOC- Ok,we now have a very angry biker,who just blew his best friends head off,with an infected girl ridding on the back of his bike,heading threw town on his way towards " the woods" in wich Sil and Spook have met.

Patrick put the car to a stop as he saw the biker pull off into a lot in front of a building. He waited there, realizing that he was the only spark of humanity he still knows is in town. His apartment building may have very well be completely infected and borne of blood.

He saw the man come out of the building around 2 minutes after he heard the gunshots inside. No doubt a zombie. The girl was bleeding with a bandage around her arm, the man had a handgun drawn.

Patrick had a decision to make. That girl very well was infected, and would turn eventually, and the man could be as well.

"feth, Smokey.....why can't I be as dumb as you when things like this happen?" Patrick said. He lit up blunt, knowing it wouldn't affect him too much after 10 years of being acquainted with this gak.

"I should just off them, mate" Patrick said to Smokey, knowing he understood what he was saying.

"This is all just because the Magic lost to the Celtics anyways" Patrick laughed, just at the full knowing of what was happening. I'd save them the trouble of having to live in a world of death and bs.

Patrick continued his roaring laughter, deciding to not kill them.

"I'll just follow them" Patrick thought, his laughter had stopped. He just knew that the only way to be sane in this world is to enjoy and revel in the slaughter. His thirst would be clenched with blood and his hunger with hot lead entering rotting flesh.

He did not live such a hard life and come out and strive in his circumstances to die by some god damn walking cadaver!

He put it into drive and followed the biker. He'd have noticed him by now, and he reloaded his Taurus in case of trouble.

Three days...Gems, as he called himself, was in a fair-sized town. He survived the outbreak from wearing a gasmask most of the time. The lumber form O.R. made alot of dust... He was homeschooled my his mom, she died from a Blow from his wooden ninja-to... His dad had been in the zombie north horde, near the lumber. The east horde is almost depleted, from home-made bombs Gems made with some herbicide... Gems had an outpost in the woods, complete with (1400's) Japanese-style traps. Tripwires, flash landmines, moats. the woods were to the south-west, near the ocean. Three days since he had killed the last of his group. they had the flu before...Gems' uncle was the last one he killed, lead pipe hit to the left side of his neck-after that, Gems took his semi-ghetto uncle's tag name. Gems was 14 years old, could carry around 60 pounds without slowing him down-logs are heavy. He could kill the shamblers with his hands-He went to Japan when he was 5, learned basic Ninjustu from his grandfather, mother's side.

OOC: I need to sleep- ninjustsu las-gun mission tomorrow. I'll make a table for Gems later-and add more. GOODNIGHT!!!

@lord of the ghosts.

Dude, we can't have anybody else signing up now. It's full mate, sorry. Read past posts.

BIC:

"Uh, yeah. There was noone. Dead quiet" Spook replied, and he put his Shotgun to rest. "Look dude, I dunno what's happening, but I got a bad feeling 'bout this. I mean, I dunno what kinda stuff this guy's been doin', but it musta been some crazy gak. I got a pickup round front."
"Oh hey, y'know what's wierd?" He asked the woodcutter.
"No, what?" Replied Sil.
"Chester - my dog - he wouldn't even come into this damned wood. And he don't scare easily, y'know?"
"That is...weird.. I guess. I mean, I've never known any dog to be afraid of some trees. Hey, I think we should go and have a look for some of my mates."
"I dunno, this place does give me the creeps. So quiet. It's as quiet as the town. Oh, incase you don't know - there's noone on the roads back there, no people in the streets. Driving me insane. Maybe it's that pandemic and... oh.. feth.." Spook trailed off, looking back down at the body.
"If that's what this fething 'flu' does to people.. gak!"
"Hey, I thought you said noone was on the roads?" Sil asked.
"There isn't..." Spook replied.
"Then how comes I can hear a motorbike?"
The two men looked at each other, then in the direction of the lumber yard.
"I think we should go. Oh, by the way, you can call me Spook."

Right. I knew this was going to happen.

Lord of the ghosts, and c34r34lk1ll3r, i have already specified the rp is currantly full. So, in order to stop it getting overly confusing, i'd like it if you dont post anything until someone dies. Dont worry, it will be a semi regular occurrance. Additionally lord of the ghosts, whilst i dont mind you coming back and playing, please follow the rules; knowone knows anything about the zombies yet. So yeah, When someone gets murdered, ill PM you both, and you can fight over the place >

Um, Ghosty, you're not actually suggesting you're gonna kill off our characters? It's part of my characters implied free will that he gets to choose when and how he dies. Well, I guess not when. And not so much of the how. Ah well.

Stay away from my slaphead, you *eyes Ghosty* -.-


Well, seeing as about half of the RPers are going to be together soon, we're right on track again.

But I think people should stop referring to the zombies as zombies, but limit that to only comparisons with the fictional creature that is a "zombie".

Did I even make any sense?

Ok i suppose im going to have to remedy this. My origonal plan was to have the entire town still populated. However, it seems, the undead have managed to sneak in past the guards. So, ill draw my self a town map for all you guys where ill plot the infection outbreaks, the safe zones, and the population points

And i agree, 'infected' 'freaks' and i suppose 'crazies' are good to go, 'zombies' well if your character knows what they are its fine, but later on you might find something that explains the undead more.

Oh. Well, as good as that would be, that might deter some of the RPing.. I mean, if we know where the zombs are, it'll possibly be hard to have our characters walk straight into them. I mean, if we know there is a zombie at point B, and our characters, at point A are heading to point B, we'd have to pretend we didn't know the zombies are at point B.

I dunno. This map thing could either work out really well or be an epic fail.

ghosty wrote:And i agree, 'infected' 'freaks' and i suppose 'crazies' are good to go, 'zombies' well if your character knows what they are its fine, but later on you might find something that explains the undead more.

Actually, I feel we will find something, unless we've all died

Ok heres the map. Ive kept the buildings relatively ambiguous, unless theyve already been near (like the hells angels bikers club )

Only one quarter is begginning to be ovverrun. Presently, humans outnumber the undead here 4 to one.

click on the pic for a larger version

[OOC: I think most of the people in the town are hiding out in their houses after the murders and disappearances etc.]

"I think we should go. Oh, by the way, you can call me Spook."

"I'm Sil" said Sil. He raised his radio and spoke into it for a moment. "It's Sil again - I'm with someone from town and we're going to check out the lumbar yard. We want to know why no one is answering the radio." There were several comments in reply and a couple of people decided they would head over to the yard as well.

Sil and Spook walked back to the trail where Spook had left his dog Chester and his pick up truck. They walked together somewhat warily, not quite sure if they could trust each other, and unsure as to what else might be lurking in the woods. Spook occasionally called out for Chester but there was no answer from the woods. After a few minutes they reached the track where Spook had left his car and looked around for both Chester and the pick up.

"Could have sworn..." said Spook looking around in confusion.

"What?" said Sil.

"Could have sworn this was where I left my truck."

Sil shrugged and pointed to the rutted track. "You sure this is where you parked it? It could be further along - looks like someone drove through here recently anyway."

Spook stood in thought and then shrugged. "Well, my car sure as hell isn't here, so why not." He slowly started walking down the track towards the lumbar yard with Sil following him.

They walked for about half an hour until the lumbar yard came into view. Every so often someone would speak up over the radio, but no one else was as close to the yard as Sil and Spook. After a brief discussion they decided to carry on without waiting for the others. Another 5 minutes saw them reach the main gates: They'd been left wide open and Spook's car was parked across the entrance. The bonnet had been dented and splatters of almost-dry blood caked the grill and windshield.

"Feth" said Spook and Sil together as they surveyed the car. They looked at each other and Sil shrugged before moving off into the compound.

OOC- I had intended to end up in the same apartment block as scarp. if youy got the hints

Cool map though

Fitzz glanced into his rear view mirror as he gunned the Harleys engine and continued up the street.
"Looks like I picked up some company" Fitzz thought to himself.
He glanced into the side mirror again,but couldn't make out how many people were in the vehicle that was following him.
"Feth" he thought to himself " who the feth is this?"
Given the crazy gak he'd already seen,the person/people in the car behind him could be just as batgak as Digs had been.

Fitzz reved the engine of his Harley up to 60,determined to make it to the Satans "safe house" on the outskirts of the woods.
The car behind him sped up as he did,not closing distance,but certianly keeping up with his moves.

Behind Him on the bike,Fire groaned softly
"Hun" she slurred "I aint feeling to good"
Fitzz shook his head "Hang in there girl"he said "we'll be at the safe house soon,you can rest then."
Fitzz tore past the town line and onto the back road leading to the safe house to the North West,the car behind him following.

"Fitzz" Fire spoke again " I feel like I'm gonna pass out"
He felt her head fall against his back,and had to grab her to keep her from toppleing from the bike.

"Just a little further"he said gunning the engine harder,he checked his rearview again,the car was still there,and getting closer.

Ahead,he saw the empty field in front of the cabin the Satans Servents used as a safe house,none of the brothers were here.

"Fething Gak" Fitzz said "No one here"
He pulled the Harley into the field,killing the engine and leaping off,Fire colapsed in a heap on the ground.

He watched as the car pulled to the edge of the field and stopped.
Fitzz drew his .45 from his shoulder holster and unslung his Sawed off,if whoever was in this car was crazy like Digs had been,Fitzz planned to paint the car with their insides.

"All right Hoss!!" Fitzz bellowed "You wanted my attention,well now ya got it!!" he cocked the hammers on the sawed off shotgun,but didn't raise it in the direction of the car,the .45 however he pointed indirectly towards the vehicle.

"C'mon out!!" Fitzz shouted...

After wandering the streets for a while, Dervish realized he'd lost his bike, some sod must have taken it or he'd burnt it out, he couldn't remember which.

In a state of dejectedness, he headed back to his flat, when he reached the flat he picked up his stereo, the loudest CDs he could find and some spray paint. After this he headed to the park, in the South-West of the town.

When he arrived, he busied himself by spraying all of the children's play equipment black and spraying the 'Anarchy A' in red on every conceivable black spot he could find. Impressed with his handiwork, he begun to gather some wood from surrounding trees and shrubs. He placed the pile of wood in the center of the playground, soaked it in whiskey and used his lighter to light the bonfire.

He then lay back on a bench, and turned his stereo on full blast, working his way through a Sex Pistol medley loud enough, he thought 'to wake the dead'. He smirked as he thought this and muttered under his breath 'This should some fun started, nothing like an Anarchy party in a park'