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Patrick stopped the car, the biker had jumped off the bike with the girl, and had drew a shotgun and a pistol, the ladder being pointed in his general direction.

Patrick told Smokey to stay here, and got out of the car, weapons concealed.

"Hold on there, Cowboy, I don't want any trouble, mate."

The biker didn't lower his weapon.

"I've been following you because your the only living thing that I've come to see today, besides some fat chick at my apartment block. I wake up today, hear there's zombies on the news, and head out"

The biker lowered his weapon slightly.

"I walk out, and a cadaver is clawing at my car window. I shout at him, and he doesn't answer. So I push him over. I realize his eyes have no lights, and he is no doubt not one of us anymore. I dispose of him. I came out to look for any humans with my pet cat, Smokey, in the car. I saw you, so I reckoned that following you was better than the alternative"

The biker lowered his weapon.

"I'm a doctor, and would be useful for you to keep around" Patrick said

The biker hesitated, but finally spoke.

"Well, killing you wouldn't do me any good. If these monsters are rising, I'll need all the help I can get"

Patrick smiled.

Biker + Patrick will probably meet up with Spook and Sil and we'll just hide in the safehouse methinks. Then the zombs will come

Fitzz watched as a very tall young man exited the vehicle,and spoke "Hold on there Cowboy." the man said "I don't want any trouble ,mate."

"Well,he don't seem to be sick" Fitzz thought,still keeping his .45 on the man "But ya never know".

In a few moments the young man had explained why he had been following Fitzz,as well as telling him about his experince with one of these "crazies" back in town.
The tall fellow also said he was a doctor,and considering the shape Fire was in he could certianly use a sawbones about now.

Fitzz slowly lowered his pistol,thought for a moment and spoke.

"Well,killing you wouldn't do me any good." Fitzz said evenly to the man,Fitzz didn't know what was going on,but this guy evidently had some ideas on the subject "And if these "monsters" are rising" Fitzz continued "I'll need all the help I can get."

The young man smiled,slightly relived he wasn't going to have to shoot it out with the biker,he steped forward raising his hand in greeting.

"Patricks the name" the man said to Fitzz "My friends call me "Jewman".

Fitzz shook the mans hand "Jewman?" Fitzz smilled "You a closet biker?"

"Not to the best of my knowledge" Patrick said smilling back.

" My names Fitzz" said Fitzz " Good to meet ya",he continued " This pretty lady is called Fire"

Fitzz turned to indicate the young woman to Patrick,only to find she had colapsed in a heap on the ground.

"Feth me" Fitzz exclaimed "Help me get her inside Doc"

Patrick stared at the woman " I..um,I don't think that's such a good Idea"

"C'mon man,your the Doctor" Fitzz said " She got hurt back in town".

Patrick thought for a moment,he had know idea who this woman was to the big biker,and arguing about her with him wasn't going to help matters right now,hell she might be his wife...or something.

"Ok" sighed Patrick " But..you grab her by the shoulders,I'll take the legs"

Together the two men carrid the unconcious woman up the steps of the cabin,Fitzz almost dropped her as he fished out the key for the door and opened it,but soon they were inside,Fire placed gently on the couch.

"So tell me Doc" Fitzz said turning to Patrick "What the feth is wrong with her?",Fitzz paused "For that matter my man"he started "What the Feth Is wrong with the whole town back there?"

Patricks eyes never left the pretty young girl on the couch,he let out a sigh.

" Ok" he said "I'll tell you what I've figured out so far."...

OOC: I'm just waiting for Silver to post something, then we'll ride over to the "safe house" methinks.

Just want to say that I'm also interested in joining, so If there's an extra space then I'll be more then happy to join.

Looks unlikely with two people in front of me though.. *sniffs*

Sil walked around the car and scanned the large loading and cutting area which made up the majority of the lumber yard. Everything looked quiet, but that could be deceptive.

He looked back to Spook and motioned him forwards with his head. He waited until he got closer and then quietly gave him a run down of the yard's layout, and his plan for checking it out.

"I'll go in first, anything comes at me and I will try and knock it down, then you step round me and cover it with the shotgun, if I can't then whack it with the axe, let it have a blast from the shotgun - we want to keep it as quiet as possible so we don't attract anyone we don't want to meet. Oh, and keep an eye out for anything circling round behind us - you never know with crazies what they are going to do."

Spook nodded in agreement "Yeah, I don't know what the hell is going on here, but what I do know is that I really don't want to draw too much attention to myself."

They quickly moved along the maze of sawn timber waiting to be shipped out to the radio and plant room, trying to stay out of sight of most of the buildings. They skirted the compound and peered at the entrance of the radio room. The door lay twisted off its hinges - several broken planks of wood seemed to have been nailed across the entrance, but they didn't stop whatever had tried to get in... or out.

Sil nodded to Spook and quickly ran over to the doorway, peering inside before slowly making his way inside. The entrance had several coats hanging from hooks and held the main office of the yard - desks were overturned and paper littered the floor. Several large sprays of blood soaked the wall. It was mostly dry, but there were patches which still glistened wetly in the light filtering through the blinds and open doorway.

[OOC: BRB]

"Sh*t" whispered Spook.



OOC:

OOC: goddamn censor... wish it could be removed in this board, I keep having to work out what people are actually writing and it takes away the feel of the story(!!!).


Edit: Just fixed my last post

Sil grunted and tightened his grip on the axe. He'd seen some pretty horrible things during his time in the gangs and later the crime families, but it was still unsettling seeing things like this. He made a low hissing noise to attract Spook's attention and motioned to move further into the room, out of the doorway.

Sil carefully checked behind each of the desks but there was nothing other than blood splattered papers hiding in the shadows. Together they crept to the door of the radio room. Like the main door, it looked as if it had been battered down, although it must have fallen closed under its own uneven weight for it blocked any view of the room beyond.

"Ready?" Sil whispered. Spook nodded.

Sil counted to three in his head before pushing the door open with his shoulder and stepping into the room. What greeted him was like something that might have been taken straight from some B movie horror - blood dripped from pretty much every surface. The cause of which appeared to be sitting amid the scattered remains of his victim; his head turned towards Sil and his lips retracted. Blind eyes locked onto him and a horrible moan came from his mouth - pieces of half chewed flesh hung from his jaws. As he rose he dropped the remains of his victim's arm and reached out towards Sil.

Sil reacted instinctively and swung the axe in a short, sharp arc which connected with the side of the things head, just below the eyes. The blade bit through bone and flesh and the top half of the monster's head span through the air as it's body dropped to the floor.

"Holy feth!" Sil exclaimed through his shock frozen jaws, his chest heaving as he struggled to breath. He could hear Spook retching behind him.

Sil turned from the room, pulling Spook with him. "Feth this man, let's get the gak out of here."

Neither of them noticed that the eyes on the severed head followed them as they left...

"Basically, I believe this virus is not airborne, and only transferred via saliva. My reasoning being that the concept of immunes is ludicrous." Patrick spoke.

"Therefore, melee weapons are only a last resort option" Patrick said as he slightly pulled one of his swords out of its sheath.

"Going on that, ammunition and guns are imperative to staying alive" Patrick continued.

"Going back to the virus, I would expect a reliable estimate of the turning point between time of contraction and eventual turning to be 6 to 12 hours, give or take a few hours."

"A cure is unthinkable at this time. A single doctor without any advanced equipment has no chance of creating a reliable antivirus"

Fitzz flinched slightly.

Fire was passed out on the couch at this point.

"I know what your thinking, Fitzz, and it has to be done before she wakes up" Patrick said

"You know the government as well as I do, and any help from them is a long times away" Patrick solemnly spoke

Fitzz didn't say anything.

"I'll do it if you need me to" Jewman said, taking out and cocking his taurus.

Fitzz still didn't speak.

Patrick sighed, and went out to his car for a cigarette. He pet smokey, and waited for the inevitable gunshot.

Fitzz watched as "Jewman" exited the safe house,he pulled a cigarette from inside his jackets inner pocket and lit it ,reflecting on what Patrick had told him.

A virus of some sort seemed plausable to Fitzz,had to be the way Patrick said it was,spread through bites,and not airborne...otherwise they would be sick as well.

He also knew "Jewman" was quite right concerning any help from the Government,as far as Fitzz was concerned most poloticians couldn't find their own backsides with both hands and a map,so he didn't expect much in the way of a "calvary".

He considered further what Patrick had said about weapons and ammo,and laughed to himself.

"Well at least we're ok in that department" Fitzz thought to himself,The Satans Servents safe house was set up for brothers hideing from the law,it was also a sort of "Alamo",in that the Satans had stashed enough guns and ammo up here to hold off half the state police for a month if need be.

He reluctently turned his thoughts to Fire,she was still passed out,but breathing in a hitched and labored manor,he recalled meeting her shortly after his release from the pen...she was much younger than him,only 23 and a real pain in the ass at times,but she had a heart of gold...Fitzz smirked "stripper with a heart of gold" he thought "getting clique in your old age".

Fitzz stared at Fire,remembering the night before,making love and then passing out,he stared at her long legs and shook his head, "How the feth could all this be true" he thought.

Fire had stopped breathing..

Fitzz drew his Colt from his shoulder holster and chambered a round... "Just in case" he wispered.

Fires eyes opened,slowly she sat up and stumbled to her feet,the heels of her boots scraping the floor.

Fitzz thought about how he had treated her badly on more than one occasion,the other women...the drunken nights.

Fire tilted her head and a thin line of slavia ran from her mouth as she parted her lips in a snarl.

Fitzz raised his .45

Fire steped forward,slowly reaching out towards Fitzz as if wanting one final embrace.

" I'm sorry" Fitzz said softly " I love you"

The pistol roared and Fires beutiful face disintigrated in a hammer smash of blood,bone and brain.

Fitzz lowered his head,drew another cigarette from his jacket,lit up and drew deeply on the smoke.

Patrick shed a lone tear for the biker. He always shed a tear when someone lost life due to firearms. He still wonders if god looks down upon him because he killed all those people. "Thou shall not kill", but what if they're trying to kill me?

Patrick sighed. Why. Why would god let this happen? Heh. Took all the gak for being Jewish when I could have just said I was catholic like the rest. fething religion.

Patrick didn't wipe the tear away, and got out of the car and walked into the safehouse.

"Help me throw it outside, mate, we don't want to risk anything" Patrick spoke. He knew there was no time for remorse or depression.

They threw her into the dirt, Fitzz sighing.

"Its time to make a decision, Fitzz, either we hold up here and wait for the eventual assistance of the government, if there IS any government left, that is. That option would take months, possibly over a year. The main cities are no doubt infected, and the whole country in disarray" Jewman said

"Or, we go out and look for people and find more food and supplies. That is an option as well."

"The last option, which I have to mention, is to go out and hunt these bastards and eradicate them from this town." Patrick said.

"Personally, I'd opt for the 2nd or 3rd option. The 1st option puts us into a static position, and we don't even know the extents of this virus. It may very well be mutating people into monsters." Patrick said

"As well, more people can be very treacherous, as I myself, and I would guess you know what I'm talking about. This situation will drive some people mad, and I have to trust you, as well as myself, to not hesitate when something irregular happens," Patrick said

"Up to you, mate. In the end, my life has been a joke, and the only noticeable thing I've done is take fathers away from families. So I guess god put me on this earth to kill the undead" Patrick said

Up to you, mate. In the end, my life has been a joke, and the only noticeable thing I've done is take fathers away from families. So I guess god put me on this earth to kill the undead" Patrick said .

Fitzz thought over everything Patrick had said,slowly took a drag from the cigarette he held and spoke slowly,the loss of both his best Bro & his "old lady" still close to the surface.

" I'll tell ya what I'm thinking my man" Fitzz said " we're gonna hunker down here for a bit".

Fitzz noticed a look of impatience cross Patricks face.

" I'll tell ya why" Fitzz said quickly " If there's any Satans left near town,they'll be heading this way,especialy after they see the mess back at the club house."

Patrick listened intently ,lighting his own cigarette.

" Any Satans show up and we got soilders we can count on" Fitzz said " And you don't have anything to worry about...I got your back and will vouche for you with the Brothers".

"Fitzz" Patrick said " You have no way of knowing if any of your Bros are around...or even if their alive...or." Patrick trailed off thinking to himself "...Or if their like the girl you just shot".

Fitzz slowly nodded in agreement, "True" he said " But I wanna be sure" He paused for a moment and spoke again " Trust me Jewman,I have no desire to sit here til doomsday...just long enough to see if any of the Brothers show"

Patrick considered what Fitzz had said, A few more of Fitzzs "Brothers" would definatly come in handy for the work Patrick knew lay ahead.

"Ok Fitzz,your call" Patrick said " But only for an hour or so...then I think we should get moving".

"Damn right we'll get moving" Fitzz said smilling "In the meentime,lets check the news...see if anyone really knows anything."

Fitzz walked towards the T.V. and puased for a moment.

" Oh yeah" he said " I need to show ya something...might make ya feel a little better bout being here"

Fitzz grabed a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey,opened it and took a long drink and tossed the bottle to Patrick.

" Follow me" Fitzz said as he walked into a side room,Patrick followed and stoped as Fitzz opened a large metal locker.

Inside was a half dozen Automatic rifles,a few Shotguns,several various caliber hand guns,2 HK MP5s along with enough ammo to declare war on a small country.

Patrick nodded his aproval and Fitzz smiled "Be prepared" Fitzz laughed " That's the Satans unofficial motto".

" Now" Fitzz said " Lets check the tube...see if any of the idiots in charge have anything worth telling us".

The T.V. flickered on as Patrick took a gracious swig of the jack daniels.

Nothing.

Just static. Every channel was gone, just static.

"melon-fether" Patrick spoke "The infection is spreading more rapidly now, this is very bad"

Fitzz swallowed and said "Yeah, we might want to lock everything, this is looking bad"

Patrick turned the T.V off and Fitzz and Patrick started closing all the doors, windows, boarding up windows, everything. They wanted a stronghold that would survive a mortar shell.

After they were done, Fitzz sat on the couch, probably thinking about the girl, while Patrick went into the gun locker, and took his pick of the rifles. He finally settled on the Heavy FN-SCAR rifle, a personal favorite of his that he never managed to get his hands on.

Patrick realized that he had a ton of weight on him at the moment, his Tec-9, Taurus, Swords, and now a Assault Rifle. So he took his Tec-9 out and put it in the gun locker.

"Fair trade" Patrick laughed

Patrick suddenly realized he had left his cat, Smokey outside, and jumped. He bolted out of the room with the gun locker, SCAR drawn, and opened the doors. He immediately saw the 3 cadavers clawing at his windows.

Patrick yelled for Fitzz, who ran to the door, Colt in hand.

"Don't shoot them, you could hit my damn car, or my cat!"

"What the feth do you expect me to do then?" Fitzz impatiently said

"Here, take the rifle, and I'll go draw them away" Patrick said, tossing the gun to him before he could protest.

Patrick drew one sword, the first time he had ever intended to use it. He ran towards the zombie on the left side of his car, unaware of his loud footsteps. He swung in a diagonal arch, impacting at the top of the shoulder, slicing straight through the soft, rotting flesh, all the way through, destroying the upper portion of its body.

The other two zombies had noticed him, and started shambling over, Patrick ran around them, bringing them away from the car. Immediately ones head exploded away, dropping the corpse, while the second ate hot lead in its upper chest, and took two to the brain, dead, but still had a head on it.

Patrick wiped the sword off on one of the monsters shirts and sheathed it. He ran in and grabbed his cat, as well as his backpack.

He walked over to Fitzz and nodded to him, walking inside with him and sitting down on the couch, breathing heavy.

"fething bastards" Fitzz said, putting the rifle on the table by the couch.

"They are infecting more of the town. Option 3 is no longer an option, more of a deathwish." Patrick said, petting his cat.

"Calm down, Jewman, we will hunker down here for a while, we have to reorganize and really figure out what to do" Fitzz said

"To be honest, I thought you were a bit of a joke when I saw those swords on your back. I see I was wrong" Fitzz laughed.

"They're enchanted!" Patrick laughed, calming down.

Sil and Spook retraced their steps through the stacks of cut wood and logs. Both of them were pale and both of them tried to suppress the shudders that tried to run through them.

Neither of them stopped to think about where the bodies which belonged to the blood splatters in the office had gone, nor where the rest of the workers in the lumber yard were.

They heard a scream and a gunshot coming from the main entrance. Looking at each other they picked up the pace. They reached the end of the wood stacks and peered out at the main yard. Spook's car was still sitting in the gateway but it was surrounded by a small crowed of evidently very unwell people.

One of them staggered forwards unevenly, it's one remaining foot struggling to keep it upright. Another missing it's arm tried to claw at the young man attempting to slot Spook's keys in the door of the truck and fight off his attackers at the same time. His gun fired again, catching one of the shambling corpses in the chest and blasting it to the floor. A moment later it started to get up.

Within seconds the man was overwhelmed and dragged to the ground where he was ripped apart.

Spook looked, if anything, even paler than he did before and Sil quickly moved them back into the wood stacks. Speaking quietly so as not to be heard over the weakening screams and the sounds of ripping flesh, Sil spoke to Spook. "Feth - some of those guys were workers here. What the hell is going on?"

Spook shook his head but didn't speak. Sil continued "We need to get those... things away from your truck so we can get the keys back and get the gak out of here... will you be OK to do that?"

Spook nodded "Yeah man, just a bit of a shock, you know?"

"Tell me about it - I've seen some fethed up things, but man... We need to draw those things away from the truck; they don't look like they can move too fast, so I should be able to sprint past them... you wait and hide until I give the shout and then go and grab the keys, ok?"

Spook nodded and cradled his shotgun. "Let's do this".

Sil moved off into the main yard, putting about 20 meters between him and where Spook remained hiding. "Hey, you ugly fethers!" He shouted "Why don't you pick on someone who isn't a pansy?"

The corpses looked up from their feast, seemingly forgetting that they had more than enough steamy innards to keep them occupied and started advancing slowly towards Sil. Checking nothing was coming up behind him, Sil backed off, giving Spook room to get to the car.

He drew them out into the middle of the yard and watched Spook sneak out of the timber stacks and reach his car. He searched for the keys for a moment, stepping carefully around the remains of the person who had stolen it, before unlocking the cab and climbing in.

Sil steeled himself as he allowed the monsters to come closer before sprinting round them back to the car. They reached for him but he simply ran further around them to be out of their grasp.

Panting, and with a good lead he made it to the passenger side of the car and climbed in. "Get us out of here Spook."

The wheels span as Spook swung them round, back out onto the road.

They drove down the main track for a few minutes. Spook had to force himself to drive slowly, not wanting to plough off into the trees and kill himself, or worse, leave himself helpless while those... things... ripped him apart.

When they reached a crossroads they stopped. "Which way now?" said Spook, scanning each of the roads for any more walking dead.

Sil sat in thought for a moment. "I know the guy who worked this area of the woods - he used to say there was always bikers driving up and down around here. They probably have some kind of bar or club in the area. I think he said it was over there somewhere." He pointed down the right hand fork.

"Sounds good to me." said Spook as he pointed the truck in the right direction.

A scream echoed through the trees as Spook and Sil drove down the road.
“What in all was that?!”
“Another lumberjack maybe?” Spook replied, peering into the increasing gloom of the sunset. However, the look on Sil’s face, and the piercing screech helped spook deduce that this was no wood cutter. The carried down the road at an increased pace, until, they turned a corner onto the main road, and proceeded to hit someone to the ground.
“F*ck!” Spook roared as he screeched to a halt. The man they’d hit had been thrown clear of the car and lay crumpled on the floor. The man groaned.
“Phew, it’s a zombie..”
The man started to whimper.
Spook looked at Sil, Sil looked at Spook
“He-lp me…… my legs are busted up….”
“Ahhh gak, that’s not a crazy, that’s Greg.” Sil said, as he stepped out of the car, and started to make his way over to his friend.
From the relative safety of the car, Spook heard another scream. It was closer by. As if answering it, another pierced the darkness on his far right. Sil was about halfway to his friend, who had rolled onto his back, and was trying to get back up.
Another scream.
“Sil, get back in the car.”
“We cant leave him!”
“Get in!”
“For Christ’s sake, where’s your compassion?!”
Spook thought he saw something move through the trees to his left.
He heard a scream just behind the car. It was loud and desperate, but it was inhuman- no one could scream like that. It reminded him of death metal singers.
Something burst out of the bracken near Greg. It sprinted over to the fallen man, and leapt on him. Greg began to scream, as the crazy started to tear at him. Sil backed away.
“Get in the car” Spook whispered.
Greg’s screams became more desperate, until the creature pushed his fingers into the writhing lumberjacks eyes, and ended the mans life. The figure then turned its attentions to Sil, who was still about three metres from the car.
Another scream, right outside spooks window. He turned slowly, and looked out of it. A zombie was staring back in, its teeth bared, and thick, congealing blood dripping out. Silturned and sprinted for the car. The creature leapt.

The coast was clear, N walked over to the door and opened it. Not living at the city for too long had a great disadvantage; he couldn't really remember where exactly the supermarket was; he ha always simply caught the bus.

As it seemed likely that the bus wouldn't be coming anytime soon he took a left out of the building and walked along the main road to the west of town. Simply hoping to remember the bus route and follow it that way.

OCC: Yes purple guy (Scarp) I'm walking towards where you were/are on the map

"To be honest, I thought you were a bit of a joke when I saw those swords on your back. I see I was wrong" Fitzz laughed.

"They're enchanted!" Patrick laughed, calming down.

"Well Jewman" Fitzz said sipping from the bottle of whiskey " Between my old buddy Jack here" he tilted the bottle in Patricks direction " And your magic swords, I feel safer already."

The two men stared at each other for a second and burst into a fit of laughter.

The nearby explosion of a shotgun cut through the mens laughter.

Fitzz wirled towards the direction of the blast, "Could be some of the Brothers heading this way"he said drawing his .45 and checking the loads "C'mon"

Fitzz snatched his shotgun from the table and headed for the door.

Patrick followed looking concerned "Fitzz" he said " are you sure running out there is a good idea?"

" Not sure of much" Fitzz laughed " But hell Brother,you got your magic swords,what could possibly go wrong"

Patrick shook his head smilling " Your one crazy feth Fitzz"

Fitzz smiled and nodded " It's one of my charms" he said " C'mon lets roll"

The two men exited the cabin,Fitzz pausing to lock the door and jumped into Patrick jeep.

" That way Jewman " Fitzz said pointing down the dirt road leading from the cabin.

They roared off into the deriction of the setting sun.

Quick Question: My character hasn't been killed off in my abscence has he?

Golden Eyed Scout wrote:Quick Question: My character hasn't been killed off in my abscence has he?

No Scout,but if you check the map that ghostly posted,your character is in a area with a great deal of zombie activity,so I'd run like hell if I were you.

ALOT of activity, ive just updated the map

OOC Cool thanks for moving us together, I just need to wait for scarp to post now, kind of buggers up N's plan though

Run scout run

Naomie was getting impatient, she could hear voices muffled voices next door, they were probably discussing if they were going to anwser her or not, while she waited she pulled all her things out of her bag and saw what she had with her, two guns, lots of ammo and some water. She would need need more than if she was going to have to stay in town overnight, she wouldn't be able to get home tonight so she would meet her dad at the wharehouse tommorow. He would be stressing out about that but Charles would talk him into going anyway. Pulling rucksacks and boots out of William's wardrobe she found what she was looking for, his firstaid kit, he took it with him when he went climbing so it must be good. she stuffed it into the side pocket of her rucksack and went through to the kitchen . They were allaways going away on trips together so he all ways had some snackfood in his cupboards. She found a half eaten packet of beef-jerky and some dried fruit, snackfood to him was more what she would classify as heath-food but food was food and it would have to do.

Returning from the kitchen with an armfull of food she packed it into the bottom of her rucksack ontop of the ammo she had stolen, her AR-15 wouldn't fit into the rucksack as well now so she looped the carry strap throught the armstrap of her rucksack and ran her finger down the inscription on the rails, both her assault rifle and her sword had been presents from her dad when she turned 18, not what a normal person got for her birthday, but then she didn't come from a normal family, the insrcriptions were a matching pair hand carved in japan by a master swordsmith, they ran down the side of the gun and the center of the blade, blessing the bullets to always hit home and the sword to always bite deep. The scripture not something she paritcually beleved in but, she was always beeting her dad at shooting so it must mean something

Waiting on the reply she decided she would stay in the wharehouse for the night. Her dad did all his buisness from their so it was built like a brick, his armoured Hummer also was their so aslong as she could get in she would be safe. But the wharehouse was all the way over on the NW. corner of town and she didn't know who else was out their, looters were probably having a field day over in the shops in that area.

She banged on the wall again and got a reply, she quickly moved to the front door and waited for it to open. Furniture scraped along the floor as whoever was inside cleared th door. the door opened so she could see inside a little but was stopped by the chain holding it shut.

A man, only a couple of years older than she was, popped his head into the crack and snapped "what do you want"

Oh daaaammmmnnn..... I'ma get fethed.

Feth fethe fethfethefethefethfethfethfeth Was all that ran through David's mind as he booked it. The road he'd been running on had not been forgiving to his weakend ankle.

The crazies running after him had not done him any favors. He threw his gun hand out behind him and squeezed off two shots, not bothering to check and see if he even hit anything.

Dave saw the warehouse, the forest behind it.

Dave leapt over a wiast high security railing, rolling on to his right soide as he came down, avoidng as much damage to his ankle as possible. He ran into the forest that was a few yards away from the
the road. He pressed up against a tree, trying to steady his breathing, and checked the magazine in the .45. he had eight shot left in it, and another two mags to reload.

Way more of those crazy feths then 38. He thought. He could hear them moaning and groaning. The tree line where dave was hiding was sparse. He needed to get further in.

Dave frowned as he abandoned his cover. He heard a few shouts, moved quicker.

Dave was far into the trees when he stopped to breathe. He sat down, back against a tree. He wasn't familiar with this place, and the still processing alcohol didn't make it any easier to recall it.

He looked around, saw a familiar marking in the tree. A large middle finger. He smiled. His friends and he occasionally partied out here. It came back to him.
The lumber yard was only a mile away, a safe place to hide.

He heard the noises of the crazies agian, much louder and stronger then he would have liked.

David poked his head out from behind the tree, and saw a good fifteen of them.

He hide again. If he ran, they would find him. If he stayed put, they would find him.

Dave pushed off and ran like hell itself was chasing him. He was pretty sure it was too.

Their screams and grunts unnerved him, made focusing on navigating the thick forest much harder then it needed to be.

Mike's Hard does not make you this drunk! What the feth is wrong with you goddam it! He screamed at himself.

He risked a look back. Big mistake. A tree branch hit him in the throat, and he flipped over.

One of the creatures was on him before he could move. It jumped on him, and grabbed his arm, trying to bring it to it's mouth.

Dave placed the muzzle against it's temple.

"Dinner ain't ready yet, bitch!" He pulled the trigger. It's brain and blood splattered all over the tree. Dave got up.

Another three were just a few feet away, arms outstretched. He took a stance, and fired twice.
The two closest crumpled, and David readjusted his aim.

He fired, missed. DAMN! He yelled at himself.

Dave fired again, taking it this time. He didn't risk trying to see if the other eleven were following. No way they could have missed the gunshots.
He ran, reloading as he did so. He slid the magazine into his pocket, knowing he'd want three to plug two crazies and then himself if it came down to that.

Another ten minutes, and Dave saw the sign.

Red Forest National Lumber Yard and Paper Mill

"Thank you God." Dave had left his pursuers behind, but knew they would find him again eventually.

he pulled the map out, checking to see where he could hide for the longest. He heard a few gun shots, saw two men leaving in a stagger pattern.

"Feth you God." Dave said as he looked up at the sky. And then it started to rain.

Dave moved quickly, trying to catch up to the other two.

Fitzz sat reflecting in the pasenger seat of Patricks jeep as they sped up the road in the deriction Fitzz had pointed.

He had seen and done alot of crazy gak in his time ridding with the Satans,hell even before that he had been no sort of "decent " citizen,running drugs and busting heads...but he had never,not even during his 10 years in prison,seen anything that even compared with the gak he had seen today.

He thought about what he had to do to both Fire and Grave Digger,two of the people he trusted...and loved most..."Feth" he thought to himself,his thoughts drifting to Tracy,his ex-wife and the boys.

He reached into his jacket and pulled out his cell phone,quickly dailed her number and listened...no answer.

"Feth" Fitzz said.

Partick glanced at Fitzz concerned.

" It's nothing Jewman,just checking on someone." Fitzz said.

Patrick nodded and sped up.

Fitzz closed his eyes, focusing on what was going on around him,he would just have to hope Tracy had gotten away from town and taken the boys to her Fathers cabin.

"Fitzz" Patrick spoke from besides him " Looks like we found something"

The jeeps head lights shown a car in the distance.

" Hope them swords of yours have a bit of magic left" Fitzz said to Patrick as he unholstered his .45 and checked the loads of his sawed off.

They drove on towards the car...

Uh, fitzz, I'm not exactly positive where you were going with your segment, and I honestly have no idea where to go (according to the map, we aren't really close to anyone) so I'm going to let you take the next one, apologies if you see me as lazy, I just don't want to feth anything up, so I'll just do this

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Patrick drove down the rough road, keeping it steady and made sure it didn't run into a tree.

He finally reached the road, driving into town, he saw another car, one person struggling to get into the car.

"Your choice, mate" Patrick said.

Karon wrote:Uh, fitzz, I'm not exactly positive where you were going with your segment, and I honestly have no idea where to go (according to the map, we aren't really close to anyone) so I'm going to let you take the next one, apologies if you see me as lazy, I just don't want to feth anything up, so I'll just do this

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Patrick drove down the rough road, keeping it steady and made sure it didn't run into a tree.

He finally reached the road, driving into town, he saw another car, one person struggling to get into the car.

"Your choice, mate" Patrick said.

OOC: No need for apoligies Karon, I can see where things got a bit confusing,but let me quickly attempt to sum up what my "logic" in my segments was/is.

Sil and Spook had left the lumber yard,and were heading in our direction,which would place them closer to us on the map,as they had reached the road leading to the safe house.
According to ghostly they ran into some zombie trouble,and (this is were I made an assumption in that Spook would fire at least one shot at the zombie) we heard the shot from that encounter.
My character assumes it's some of his club members,and along with Patrick, rushes out to join the fray.

Given that Sil and Spook were headed in our direction before stopping,I figured we were close enough to hear the (Please spook shoot ) shot,and close the distance .

I hope that made sence.

So, if you'd like to have a go at that point,please do so...I'm not worried you'll feth anything up,besides you've got your magic swords

Alright, going by the map, I was a bit confused with the map and the stories, so I think I got everything correct. Thanks for clearing that up, Fitzz, my fault, lol. FYI, we aren't in the city, pretty much ignore my former post.

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Patrick put the car into drive, throwing the car through on a rough beaten trail through the woods going behind the clubhouse and beyond. He kept going until the trail got a bit rough, and converged onto another road. They turned left, since right would have led into town, and kept going. They turned a wide corner and about 15 feet in front of them was another car, with a man running towards the car on the drivers side. Suddenly, a creature resembling a zombie, except extremely agile, narrowly missed him as the man fell to the ground.

"fething bs" Patrick growled as he opened the door, SCAR rifle in hand.

He took aim and hit the monster 3 times in the stomach, it struggling to get up.

Patrick heard a roar as Fitzz handgun blew apart a zombie on the passengers side of the car.

Patrick ran over and kicked the bastard in the hit, hearing a loud crack as the things skull collapsed. It twitched and seizured still.

Jewman helped the man up, eyeing him for what looked like bite marks. Nothing except what looked like a few scratches from the woods.

"Have you been bitten" Patrick said as he shook the man

"N-no, no....thanks for helping me, I was as good as dead" the man said

"My name is Sil" the man said "Me and my friend, Spook, have been struggling to get away from the lumberyard, until we hit a man, and then zombies attacked us." Sill said

"Yeah, I see what your saying" Patrick said as he spotted 2 other shambling horrors running towards them "Come on, get in your car, follow us, we know where to go" Patrick hurried

"Fitzz! Get in the car, hurry" Patrick yelled

Fitzz and Patrick hurried into the car, Sil had safely gotten in and awaited us to move. The thing has ceased moving.

"Those guys names are Sil, the one I helped, and Spook is the one that was in the car" Patrick said as he backed up the car and headed back towards the trail to the clubhouse."

"Nice shooting back there" Patrick and Fitzz said at the same time, laughing after that.

They reached the turn, and sped on, Sil and Spook right behind them.

OCC: I feel like the kid no one likes chasing after the bus

IC: N suddenly came to a realisation as he walked along the road. The realisation was that it wasn't such a great idea to head that way after all. What confirmed this was a disturbing sound coming from what seemed like a couplem of blocks away.

Not wanting to get caught up with the possible junkie riot that seemed to be heading away he turned around and began to run down the main street. Eventually he started to finally recognise some of the streets. As he ran he heard another group from in front. He cursed his luck, if it wasn't for his low level of supplies he would be safe within the fortress he had made.

He took the first left after passing the apartment. Then ran towards the big building at the end of the street. There was a bike standing at the door, it slightly open. Perhaps he would find help inside.

He had hoped to find some people to figure out a way to avoid the riot. Slowly it started to sink in that they weren't junkies, but the shambling corpses he had heard about occasionally. Seeing a few zombie movies he knew that if this was the case, they were all screwed.

He entered the building, it appeared to be an apartment block. Not wanting to attract the wrong kind of attention he decided not to call out for people but to instead explore the building in the hopes of finding help.

Many of the floors were abandoned, but eventually he managed to find someone. It was a girl, standing in front of a door that was open slightly. She seemed to be talking to someone.

"Hey do you thi.." said N, interrupted mid sentence. The girl pointed a handgun straight at him. N could almost feel it poking him in the forehead even though they were at least five meters apart.

OCC: Fixed

OCC: Also probably a good time to bring it up but are they the more traditional slow and dumb zombies or simply infected canibals (28 days later (not zombies ))?