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Post by marie on May 17, 2012 20:04:39 GMT -5
The middle of June 2013, the alarm went off in Amelia’s room, the clock signaling that she had to get up. She let out a grown escape from her lips. She glanced at the clock, rolling her eyes then pushing herself off of the bed to walk to the bathroom to take a shower. She fixed her hair and decided to just put on eyeliner and go out natural other than that eyeliner. She dried herself off and walked back in her room and slipped into a pair of ripped jeans that have been worn and ripped through the years, along with a tank shirt that showed a little cleavage and tied behind her neck. She picked up her jacket since it’s usually cold in the store to keep up with the outside weather and put all of her usual items in her backpack. Her lack of trust in people is one of the reasons why she carries a gun everywhere. She slipped on her converses, picked up her backpack, fixed her a cup of coffee and was out the door.
When she was at work, she glanced around and everything was dead. They had a few customers but then after awhile, nothing so she just went ahead and told Ashton that they should go to the mall, his sister should be there and she wanted to get a new gun. She was rewarding herself for not killing any of the rude customers for the past few months. Glancing around the mall she saw a few people here and there but was starting to wonder if Bluewater finally decided to have one of those annoying town meetings or had some sort of trip. She slightly smirked at that idea, if they did, they didn’t make an effort to invite her. She went into the gun store and found no one, she tilted her head at that while lifting her eyebrow, ”hello..?” she called out to the store clerk or manager, anyone that was working that day.
No answer, this is when she started getting really annoyed as her smile fade, ”So does that mean all of these guns are free? No answer is yes.” she called out, glancing around to see that she almost got bit by some gross looking decaying skin creature. She hopped on the counter, grabbing one of the guns up on the top shelf, quickly turning it off safety lock and shooting it bluntly in the head. Adrenaline rushed through her veins as realization that her and these few people might be the only ones left alive, fuck. I’m stuck with these people, would be along the lines of her thought process. She gathered some weaponry, bullets, knives and glanced around. She lightly bit her bottom lip, as she started heading out of the shop. She didn’t know what the plan was, but hoped she would find more people that had a clue what was going on.
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Post by marie on May 17, 2012 20:05:19 GMT -5
Angeline woke up naturally without any interruptions and got ready like it was any other day, picking out a yellow sun dress, along with a black zip up jacket, and went to go get her sister dressed, she dressed her sister with a smile. Her sister was a little baby, her and Ashton’s mother died shortly after giving birth. It was bound to happen.
The two of them ended up at the mall in the clothing department, she couldn’t help but hearing a gun shots and that automatically made her flinch. She turned her head towards the shots that was fired and stared at the wall for a moment and when she looked back her baby sister had a huge bite mark with a dead looking guy with blood dripping from his mouth, since her sister died from the bite, she turned around and started running after letting out a scrill of a screem. No weapon, she threw closet hangers at the figure and ran out the store, heading towards the other end of the thing. She was absolutely terrified and had no idea, what just happened. Panicking.
Ashton heard Amelia tell him that they could just lock up and go to the mall, it didn’t really matter. He didn’t want to be at work anyway, and he would like to spin some time with his baby sister since he’s been working ever since their mother’s death. When they got to the mall, him and Amelia went their separate ways. He was looking around and walked into game stop and he saw this figure with tattored clothes, and reaked of faul oder, ”Excuse me?” he finally spoke but the scent of human flesh already had the figure turning and lunging towards him.
Since he picked up one of Amelia’s traits, he pulled out his gun and fired two times, one of them in the heart and the other in the brain. He wasn’t sure which of the zombie movies this was out of but he was just going to make sure. He walked out, he was confused on what the fuck was going on. He heard a gun shot echoing, then he heard a scream echo. He knew that scream far too well. He dashed out of the store and was heading straight for what he thought was his sister in trouble.
When he caught up to his sister, he watched her trip and fall as the figure was leaning to taste his sister, he quickly shot the guy in the head. Well.. Once in the neck and the other in the head. He didn’t have very much accuracy but at least, he didn’t kill Angel. He saw her push him away from her and balled up and was being a little tit about it. He walked over to her and helped her up, ”Was you biten? Scratched?” he asked her, he watched his sister shake her head, ”Where is..” he started and watched as Angel dropped her head and saw a tear roll down her cheek. He turned his head, and his fasical expression turned cold. ”Let’s see if anyone else besides us are in here and Amelia is in here. No way is her accuracy failing her. Zombie infestation or not.”
”Just tell her you’re in love with her.” Angel commeneted, with a light smile.
He knew she was playing with him but that little crack wouldn’t get him to smile, he just glanced towards her and dropped his arms that was holding her and motioned for her to follow and handed her a gun that hadn’t been fired within the past fifteen minutes.
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Post by Chris on May 17, 2012 23:31:18 GMT -5
"Remind me again why we're traveling. On foot. To save a bunch of local yokels that are just going to freak out when they find out what's going on," Ice said, her voice full of sarcasm and annoyance. She was following behind Rayne as they made their way through the woods and towards the mall. They had passed a few houses since finally making it to Bluewater, but all of them had appeared to be empty. Which wasn't exactly a comforting thought. What had happened to them? Actually, no, Ice knew what might have happened to them, but if it had, then that meant that they were too late.
Rayne sighed and stopped, turning to face her friend. "You know why, Ice. It's the right thing to do," Rayne said. "And drop the act, would you? I know you don't want a bunch of innocent people to die anymore than I do. You're not that cold," Rayne said, shaking her head.
Ice rolled her eyes. "My name is Ice, remember? I'm a cold hearted bitched. We all know that," she said.
Rayne grinned. "Oh, you can be. But you've got a big heart under all that ice. I've seen it. Now let's get going. We might be too late as it is," she said. Rayne turned and continued walking through the woods, until they finally came to the end, where the woods opened up into the parking lot of the mall. Rayne scanned the parking lot, silently counting the cars there. There wasn't that many, which meant that it should be easy enough to find the people in the mall and get them out as quickly as possible.
"Crap. Rayne, look," Ice said, nudging Rayne.
Rayne turned and looked in the direction Ice was pointing, cursing under her breath. There was already a small army of zombies in the parking lot. "We're too late," Rayne grumbled.
Ice shook her head. "No. It's only too late if there's no survivors. And there's bound to still be survivors," she said. "Come on, let's go." Ice was already taking off towards the parking lot. As she got closer to the small army of zombies, Ice began shooting them quickly. One shot each, directly to the head and killing them instantly. Rayne followed suit, shooting the zombies on the other side of the parking lot. "There's more. Coming from the North side," Ice said, cursing. The zombie group beginning to move in now was even bigger.
"We can't kill them all. There's too many, and we're low on ammo as it is," Rayne said.
Ice nodded her head in agreement. "You're right. Let's try to keep as many as we can from getting inside," Ice said.
"Oh shit!" a male voice suddenly yelled.
"Well, sounds like there's a live one in the bunch," Ice muttered.
Rayne took off running towards the direction the man's voice had came from, followed closely by Ice. They rounded the building, and found a man by his car, dodging out of the way of two zombies stumbling towards him. Rayne took aim, shooting both zombies quickly in the head. The man flinched at the gunshots, and looked past the zombies to the two women.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked. He looked past the two women, and his eyes widened, seeing the other zombies moving in.
"Just a little zombie attack," Ice said dryly. "Just go inside," she said. When the man gave her a blank look, she rolled her eyes. "NOW!" she snapped. The man took off running towards the building and Rayne went with him. Ice followed up behind the two, shooting any zombies that got too close.
When they reached the doors, Rayne shoved the man inside, and waited for Ice before slamming the door shut. "What's going on?" anther male voice asked. Rayne turned around to find a middle aged security guard standing there. "Keys. Now," she said, holding her hand out. The security guard took a step back, but then he looked up and saw the zombies stumbling towards the glass doors. His eyes widened and he froze. Cursing, Ice reached over and snapped the keys off his belt and ran over, locking the doors. "How many doors are there to this place?" she asked. "Uh. . . uh. . .are those. . .?" the security guard stuttered.
Rayne sighed and snapped her fingers at him. "Look. We don't have time. How many doors are there?" she repeated Ice's question. "Uh, three. The front and back entrances, and a fire door," the guard finally answered.
"Go secure the fire exit. I'll get the rear entrance. Rayne, you go look for any survivors," Ice said. She paused and looked at the man they'd found in the parking lot. "What's your name?" she asked.
"Chase Colt," he answered.
"I'm Ice, and this is Rayne. Did you get bit? Or scratched by those zombies?" she asked.
Chase shook his head. "No. Why? Is it like. . ." he started to ask but Ice cut him off.
"We don't have time for questions. You, go with Rayne. Now," she ordered.
Rayne nodded her head and took off into the mall to look for any survivors. Chase paused for a moment, obviously unsure of what to do, but finally turned and took off after Rayne like Ice had told him to. The security guard finally took off towards the fire exit to lock it, and Ice took off at full sprint running towards the other end of the mall to look for the rear entrance and lock it before too many zombies could get inside.
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Post by Chris on May 17, 2012 23:32:32 GMT -5
"What is it with all of these ugly dresses?" Jasmine said, sighing as she scanned the racks in one of the clothing departments in the mall. She'd been looking for a dress for the party tonight for the past hour. And had came up with zlitch. Nothing here seemed even remotely possible to wear to a party. Sighing and pushing her blonde hair out of her eyes and tucking it behind her ear, Jaz made her way around the story. She'd already searched all of the other department stores, and this was her last one. If she couldn't find something soon, she'd have to settle for ugly, or wear something at home that everyone had already seen her in. She'd probably go for old dress before ugly, she decided.
She looked up to find a worker and ask if they had anything better in the back, which was when Jaz realized that there wasn't anyone around. "Hello?" she called out. No answer. "Great, everyone went on their breaks at the same time," she said, throwing her hands up in the air. Jaz turned to leave, deciding to just give up and go home. She was already running late as it was, and she still had to do her hair and make-up. And now, apparently she had to find something in her closet to wear to the party. As she walked around a rack of clothes, someone stepped out in her path. "Oh, do you-" Jaz started to ask if the woman worked there, but then she actually looked at the woman's face. Well, what was left of it.
Letting out a scream, Jaz turned and ran as the zombie woman lunged at her. The zombie woman followed her, and Jaz grabbed the first thing she could. Which, as it turned out, was a plotted plant sitting on the counter. She hit the zombie woman over the head with it and knocked her down. As the zombie woman started getting up, Jaz turned and ran out of the store. She came to a stop outside of it, seeing similar. . . ugly. . . gross. . . people, wandering out of the store across from the one she just came out of. This time instead of screaming, Jaz just turned and ran.
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Post by Chris on May 17, 2012 23:35:35 GMT -5
Name: Ciara MaxwellAge: 23Personality: Ciara is a very friendly person. She's bubbly, and can be naive at times, and some people would say a total airhead. But Ciara isn't an airhead by any means, she's a very smart girl. She just. . . doesn't show it at first glance. Sometimes she comes up with stuff that others don't think of right away. Sometimes the stuff she comes up with is. . . odd, but usually works. She's extremely loyal, and takes up for someone she's close to. But usually if something is aimed at her, Ciara will just take it and go on without saying anything. She has a habit of rambling, especially when she's nervous, and will talk about pretty much anything that pops into her head.Appearance: Extra: When Ciara took a job working for Umbrella, Corp. She thought she that she was getting a job with a great company that was on the brink of creating cures that would save the lives of millions of people. She had been happy and excited to be lucky enough to land a job working in one of the labs as an assistant for Dr. Henry Quentin. However, after working for Umbrella for awhile, Ciara began to realize that the company wasn't what she thought it was. In fact, she started to realize just how twisted they truly are. She was told to accompany the Clean Up Crew and help Q while he works on new weapons and a better cure for the virus. While Ciara doesn't agree with a lot of what the clean up crew is doing, she's too terrified of Myra and the bosses of Umbrella to actually say anything about it. She doesn't mind going along and helping The Doctor, especially since she thinks it's pretty cool the stuff he can come up with, however Ciara hates being anywhere around the zombies.
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Post by Shawn on May 18, 2012 0:37:58 GMT -5
Nathan walked back to the tattoo shop eating a soft pretzel, it was almost time to close so he'd ducked out early and let Guy runt he shop. It was probably a bad idea, Guy wasn't very people friendly and insulting the few customers they got really didn't help business. He walked into the shop and looked around, no customers, what a surprise there. “Guy?” He asked hoping his friend hadn't left the shop too.
“What?” Guy asked popping up from his spot on the floor. He rolled his eyes, Nate had interrupted his nap for what seemed to be no reason.
“Wasn't there a customer here when I left?” Nate asked looking around.
Guy shrugged. “I told him to get out, you should hear some of things people want tattooed it's so depressing.” Guy said as he started closing down the store. Something walked into the door and the both turned to look. “What the fu--?” Guy muttered as a man covered in blood and wearing tattered clothes continued to limp into the door.
“That's some pretty great zombie make up.” Nate said as he opened the door. As soon as the man stumbled in he lunged towards Nate trying to bite him. Nate jumped back. “Dude seriously do not do that. What is wrong with you?” He asked as the man kept trying to bite him. Guy nearly fell over from laugh so hard while Nate yelled at the zombie man who he was beginning to suspect was either drunk or on something.
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Post by Shawn on May 18, 2012 10:41:23 GMT -5
EJ had been wandering through the mall for a little over an hour, he'd already bought what he'd came here for and the bottle of pills was safely in his pocket. Ever now and then he'd slip his hand inside his pocket just to make sure they were still there. He tried to quit them, several times but it was too hard. He looked around the mall but it seemed almost empty, it wasn't closing time yet and this place was usually pretty crowded. He saw a man staggering towards him, the man looked like he was dressed for Halloween except it wasn't even October. He stopped and watched the strange guy for a second until the man lunged towards him. EJ reacted on instinct and punched the man in the face knocking him too the ground. He felt something wet and slimy on his hand and when he looked at it he felt sick. His hand was coated in blood and pieces of flesh from the mans face. That was definitely not supposed to happen, he had a horrible feeling that this man had some kind of flesh eating virus or something.
“Dude what the hell? What's wrong with you bro?” He asked wiping his hand off onto his jeans. The man moaned and tried to get back onto his feet.
“Dude stay away from me, I'm not kidding.” He warned as the man snarled and tried to crawl towards him. Eli took off running, there was no way he was gonna let that man anywhere near him.
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Post by Shawn on May 18, 2012 11:03:25 GMT -5
Sebastian fired a warning shot into the ceiling as what he could only describe as zombie, and yes he knew that was crazy, stumbled towards him again. He'd just seen the thing eating a corpse and he was not about to let it bite him. “If you do that again I will shoot you.” He said warning the man. It didn't listen so Sebastian fired a shot into zombie man's knee. It slowed the creature down a bit but it still kept trying to bit him so he fired a shot between the things eyes. He sighed and shook his head, this was really ruining his day. He'd seen a gun shop in the store early and if there was a zombie attack going on he'd need a bigger gun.
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Post by Shawn on May 18, 2012 11:12:20 GMT -5
“Greetings people of the future, I am your narrator, Dr. Henry Quentin, or just The Doctor as many of my colleagues call me. I'm here to show you the truth of what happens when science goes terribly wrong. When one man, nay, one extraordinary genius accomplishes something so miraculous, and when that creation turns monstrous. I was on the verge of making some of the most amazing breakthroughs in science, but my creation mutated and became something that could destroy all of man kind. I am now seeking redemption by hunting down there very creatures I helped to create and-” Q said as he continued to talk into the camera in an overly dramatic voice for the third hour in a row.
“If you don't shut up I will take that camera and shove it so far up your ass, the people of the future will know exactly what you had for dinner.” Jayne shot back at him from the drivers seat. He was sick of listening to Q talk for hours on end.
“I already filmed dinner in a segment I plan to call Eating without being Eaten.” He informed Jayne but closed the camera and set it down as he starred out the window. He hated the country there was nothing but fields and trees and nature and it was all so boring.
“So when do I get a gun?” Q asked as he leaned forward to grab one of the weapons Jayne had all in a duffel bag in the passenger seat.
“Never.” Jayne replied unamused as he smacked Quentin's hand away. Q rolled his eyes and popped open another red bull.
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Post by Chris on May 18, 2012 23:34:42 GMT -5
Myra was not, by any means, a people person. People annoyed her. They had annoying little habits. They talked too much, usually about things she hated. And just overall, drove her up the wall. That was part of why Myra liked being part of the Clean Up Crew so much. Besides those sent on her team, she only had to deal with zombies. Zombies didn't talk. She got to shoot zombies and be done with it. Witnesses were annoying, but Myra got to deal with them according to what Umbrella told her she could do with them. At the moment, Myra was annoyed at Umbrella though. Because they had chosen her team, which usually just consisted of her and Jayne, to send Quentin and his assistant with. Quentin annoyed the hell out of Myra, and Ciara. . . Myra would shoot the assistant if she didn't think she'd get in trouble with Umbrella for it.
Myra had split from the group a couple of hours ago, and was currently searching through houses in Bluewater. She'd told Jayne to meet her at the mall later, and pick her up, after he finished whatever it was he was doing. The mall was to be her last stop, after she'd searched through all the other places for witnesses and zombies. Luckily for her, Bluewater was a small town, and she was making quick work of searching through neighborhoods. She hadn't found any witnesses yet. Only zombies, or people that were about to turn into zombies. She'd disposed of the zombies, and put those infected out of their misery. So, basically Myra's job had been fairly easy so far. Most of the infected were just moments from turning, and hadn't been able to put up much of a fight, or even realized what was going on until it was too late. The zombies had been in small packs, keeping Myra from being outnumbered. So far, she was considering this job to be both easy and boring.
After searching through the last neighborhood on her map, Myra headed down the street towards the mall. She was traveling on foot, which was going pretty fast since the streets were empty, and Myra was able to keep moving at a fast clip. When she reached the mall, Myra sighed, cursing under her breath as she inspected the parking lot. It was pretty. . . full of zombies. She was already beginning to low a little low on ammo, and she wasn't sure she'd have enough for all of them. Most of the zombies were right up against the doors of the mall, trying to get inside. Which led Myra to believe that there were people still alive inside, since the zombies were trying so hard to get in. Whether the people inside were witnesses, or infected, it didn't really matter. Myra had to take care of them either way.
She also needed to kill the zombies in the parking lot. But the second she drew their attention, she would have to kill them all. And with not enough ammo, that wouldn't be a good thing. Myra sighed and rolled her eyes. Great. She'd have to leave the ones in the parking lot for the time being, until she could either get inside and get some more ammo if they had a gun store. Or until Jayne got there with more ammo. Either way, Myra would have to get inside the mall. She scanned the mall for a moment, and spotted a fire escape leading up the side of the building and to the roof. Looked like the best way in at the moment. She took a deep breath, and then took off running full speed toward the fire escape. The ladder was too high up to reach, but a dumpster sat right behind it. Myra jumped up onto the dumpster, and then jumped up and grabbed a hold of the ladder and pulled herself up. As she got fully onto the fire escape, she heard the zombies start stumbling in her direction, but zombies weren't able to jump and climb like a normal person was, so they weren't able to follow her.
Climbing the rest of the way up the fire escape, Myra made it to the roof. Pulling her gun out of the holster, Myra carefully made her way over to the door and opened it. Moving inside the mall, she closed the door quietly behind her and blinked her eyes a few times until they adjusted to the darkness of the stairway. Moving down the stairs and trying to keep from making any noise, Myra paused for a second when she heard gunshots coming from inside the mall. Hmmm, guess someone was at least trying to fight off the zombies. Myra almost hated to have to take care of them, if they'd lasted this long without getting infected. But rules were rules.
Shaking off her thoughts, Myra continued the rest of the way down the stairs, until she reached the door. Carefully pushing it open, Myra slipped out into the mall, starting her search for either zombies, the infected, or witnesses.
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Post by Chris on May 18, 2012 23:37:01 GMT -5
After breaking off from Rayne, Ice quickly made her way through the mall, she shot a few zombies that crossed her path, but her main concern was getting the rear entrance closed to keep any more zombies from getting in. After the place was secure, they could worry about trying to kill the zombies already in the mall. When she finally reached it, she used the keys she'd taken from the security guard to lock the doors, killing a few zombies that were making their way through it. Once that was done, Ice started back through the mall. Her and Rayne had discussed on the way there to find a gun store the first chance they could. Which was probably where Rayne would take the survivors to.
As she headed back through the mall to begin looking for a gun store, she also decided to look for any survivors she came across. In truth, she'd rather leave that up to Rayne, since Ice didn't have the patience to explain the whole thing to people. But, Ice wouldn't just leave a survivor behind if she found one. Which was why when she heard some guy yelling at someone not to do something. Ice sighed and rolled her eyes. Great. Someone found a zombie and didn't realize it was a zombie. Fan-freaking-tasic.
Muttering under her breath, Ice turned and quickly headed in the direction of the voices. Which, as it turned out, led her to a tattoo shop. Inside the tattoo shop were two men, and a zombie. The zombie was trying to bite one of them, while the other laughed his head off about it. Ice gritted her teeth. Great, he thought it was funny. She wondered if he'd still find it funny if someone was trying to take a bite out of him. Ice knew it probably wasn't the best way to handle it, but she really didn't have time for games. Especially since the one dude was getting snapped at.
To avoid accidentally getting the survivor. Well, to avoid spattering him with anything, since Ice was too good a shot to miss at this close a range, Ice quickly ran up and grabbed a hold of the zombie from behind. Yanking the zombie's shirt and pulling him away from the man. She turned just as quickly, shoving the zombie away from her before he had a chance to bite or scratch her. Ice released her hold on the zombie, aimed her gun, and shot him once clearly in the head.
As the zombie slumped to the ground, Ice lowered her gun and turned around to face the two men. "That was a zombie. Yes, a zombie as in from the movies. I hope you didn't get bit or scratched, because that's how the infection spreads," she told the man that had been dodging the zombie. She looked past him to the man that had been laughing. "And you, laughing hyena, think you'll find it so funny when you're getting eaten by one of those things?" she asked dryly. "There's probably dozens more in the mall, just looking for a snack."
Shaking her head, Ice looked between the two of them. "We're trying to gather all the survivors together. You can either come with me, or stay here. Up to you, but I suggest if you stay here you lock yourselves in and try to figure a way out before the zombies get to you," Ice said.
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Post by Chris on May 18, 2012 23:39:30 GMT -5
Rayne moved at a fast clip through the mall, but also carefully. Not only trying to kill the zombies that crossed her path without drawing the attention of any more that she couldn't spare bullets for, but also as she looked for survivors. Chase followed closely behind her, but stayed quiet most of the way. At least he hadn't freaked out too badly on her. After checking out a couple of shops, Rayne only found a couple of zombies. No survivors, and not even anyone that had been infected that was still alive. Which in all honestly, Rayne was happy about that part. While she was trying to save as many people as possible, Rayne hated finding someone that was infected. She could never force herself to kill them until they had actually turned, and even then Rayne had a hard time dealing with it after seeing them turn.
Shaking her head and trying to shove those memories to the back of her mind, Rayne continued through the mall. She heard a scream coming from one of the shops, and hurried in that direction, with Chase close behind her. As she got closer, she saw a blonde girl take off running in the opposite direction and obviously not seeing Rayne and Chase. Rayne sighed and rolled her eyes as the girl disappeared around a corner. "I hate having to chase them down," she muttered, taking off after the girl. As she went around the corner, she came to a stop and looked around, but couldn't see where the girl had went to. Frowning, Rayne started walking forward, and spotted someone else. Not the girl, but a guy. Running away from a zombie. "Well, at least they're smart enough to run," Rayne said. She took off running as well. She considered going back and shooting the zombie, but decided against it. Until she got more ammo, she couldn't risk wasting any bullets. She'd rather have them for a zombie that was about to take a bite out of someone than one that was currently at a safe distance.
"Hey! If you want to find out what's going, and maybe get out of here alive, you should consider coming with us," Rayne called after him. She came to a stop, dragging in a few deep breaths to keep from panting because she'd held her breath as she ran. Rayne knew she couldn't tell him exactly what was going on. . . but since she was trying to get all of the survivors into one area, she was willing to use whatever way she had to go about it.
"What the hell is going on?" a female voice asked.
Rayne turned around raising an eyebrow as she saw the blonde girl she'd originally been following slip out from behind a vending machine she'd obviously hidden behind. Rayne had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at that. Hiding behind a vending machine wasn't going to keep the zombies away, but Rayne decided it wouldn't do any good to point that out right now. "I'll explain as soon as everyone get somewhere safe," Rayne said. She knew she'd have to tell them some of the truth, but she'd just go with as little as possible.
Hearing more gunshots, Rayne turned her head in that direction. At least there appeared to be several people still alive in the store. "Look, does anyone know if there's a gun store around here?" Rayne asked.
"Yeah, there's one just down that way," Chase spoke up for the first time since Rayne and Ice had found him. He pointed towards the right, and squinting her eyes, Rayne could just make out the sign over the door several stores away.
"Alright, I suggest you all head down there. My friend Ice should be there anytime now. I'm going to go try to get whoever was shooting the gun to go there as well," Rayne explained. And then without waiting on an answer, Rayne turned and took off, leaving Jaz, Chase, and EJ to decide what they wanted to do.
Jogging at a steady pace until she came to the store the gunshots had came from, Rayne found two people that looked similar. Rayne suspected that they might have been siblings. "You guys alright?" Rayne asked. "Look, there's not a lot of time to explain right now, but if you want to know what's going on with the zombies, and to get out of here alive, I suggest you come with me to the gun store where the other survivors are gathering at," Rayne told Angel and Ashton. Then, once again without waiting for an answer, Rayne turned and headed off towards the gun store. She didn't want to leave anyone behind, but she didn't have time to stop and explain it to everyone one at a time. If they could get everyone into one safe area, Rayne and Ice could explain what they could, and then try to get everyone the hell out.
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Post by Chris on May 18, 2012 23:40:21 GMT -5
Ciara shifted in her seat, staring out the window of the car from her position in the backseat. She watched the scenery go by, which was mostly a bunch of country stuff. Ciara was a city girl, born and breed, and wasn't that familiar with anything to do with the country. Hell, she hadn't even actually set foot in it until recently. After she'd been sent to go with the Clean Up Crew, to accompany Dr. Quentin and help him with whatever he needed while he worked on creating a better cure for the virus, new weapons, and whatever else it was he was suppose to be doing, Truthfully, Ciara only knew so much about it. Her knowledge of the situation was mostly on a need to know basis, and the bosses barely told Ciara anything at all.
There was no way she'd ask Myra or Jayne anything. Especially Myra, since she scared the crap out of her. Jayne was. . . well, his obsession with his weapons made Ciara a little too nervous to say anything to him that wasn't needed. As for The Doctor, Ciara didn't bother him with little questions like that, especially while he was filming his documentary thingy. Ciara wasn't sure why he was doing that, when she didn't think their bosses would let him actually release it, but she figured he had his reasons and therefore didn't say anything. Ciara stared out her window for several moments without saying anything, Q's chattering into his camera had became background noise and she wasn't paying that much attention until Jayne snapped at him. Ciara looked away from her window toward the front seat, sinking down in her seat a little as she listened to Q and Jayne. Q trying to get a gun, and Jayne telling him no. Well, actually Ciara was pretty sure he said 'never' instead of 'no' but still, same thing.
It was almost like being caught between a rock and a hard place. Only in Ciara's case, it was between zombies and Jayne. Ciara hated being anywhere around zombies, so she was happy to be in a moving car where they couldn't get around her. However, being in the moving car meant that she was trapped in the car with Jayne and his guns. Ciara sometimes wondered which one was worst. But, since she was suppose to be helping The Doctor, Ciara didn't have much of a choice at the moment, so it didn't really matter. At least Myra wasn't there at the moment. Ciara liked to talk, and tended to ramble. Especially when she was nervous. But, Ciara firmly kept her mouth shut. In such close quarters, it would be nearly impossible to say anything without Jayne overhearing, and she wasn't wanting to distract The Doctor anyway, if he were working on something. So, staying sunk down in her seat, Ciara turned her head back towards the window again, focusing on the trees going by.
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Post by marie on May 19, 2012 1:06:34 GMT -5
Ashton considered yelling for Amelia, he’s seen enough Zombie movies to know that they’ll be needing supplies, like food, water, possibly gas if they could hotwire a car and guns and lots and lots of bullets. Then he already knew what Amelia would be doing, he knew her well enough that she was built to step in when it came to survival, after all that was her entire life and he admired her for it. But he certainly didn’t love her like his sister just accused him of it. He thought of Amelia as another sister but it looks like right now that they would have to do that…thing to repopulate the world when they get to safety, because Bluewater was obviously not a safe place right now. He could already tell that his sister looked a little off, he knew what was wrong with her besides the fact that she almost got hurt. He heard footsteps and was already looking at a woman when she ran up to them. He heard her question, “yeah, we’re fine.” he answered her. Then he heard her follow up comment about gathering at the gun store, perfect he would grab duffle bags on the way. He let out a breathe and nodded, “Alright, I’ll go there…” trailing off looking at his sister, then adding, “I mean, we’ll go.”
He grabbed her hand and took off towards the direction for the bag store and ran in it and, “angel, grab as many as you can. If there is a lot of survivors that means everyone can grab a bag when there is stuff in it.” he told her and she nodded. When they was done grabbing bags, they took off running, Ashton avoiding making sudden movements around Zombies cause they had one goal at the moment, other than being useful with the bags and gathering guns and that was getting to the gun store like they was told.
Walking into the gun store, he dropped the bags down and started stuffing them full of guns and putting the ammo with the guns.
Angel didn’t know what was going on, she was just in her own thoughts with a sad expression as she picked up the guns and set them in the bag. Then glanced over as the gun store, had an archery section as a testor and she picked those up and flung it over her back. She was a lot better at archery then she was firing a gun. She was really nervous, after they packed the guns as much as they could, she pulled herself up on the counter and put her hands together and twitled her thumbs, “Ashton, I’m scared.”
“I know. We’ll be fine.” he answered her.
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Post by marie on May 19, 2012 1:07:32 GMT -5
Amelia then came to realize that her and Ashton could possibly be the only people alive, she heard a few gun shots. So maybe that was Ashton saving his ass and someone else. Hopefully someone that she could get along with. She jogged to the end of the store, which was the same store that Angel ran out of but she didn’t know that, just yet. She ran through till she found some bags and picked them up. She knew that the place had a camping store, some of the old people liked that sort of thing and went there a lot that kept them in business. She went into the store stuffing as many food in the few bags that she grabbed and put them over her back as they fell on her already worn backpack and kinda just walked back into the gun store, she lifted her eyebrow at Angel spotting her on the counter. Then rolled her eyes and glanced over at Ashton, “I see you have a family member that survived. Congrats.” then she heard him say, “I got told to bring her here by some girl. But I only listened cause she said survival and the fact that she was hot.” She just smirked after letting a soft chuckle, “I’m sure she resents that.” she playfully rolled her eyes and spotted the bags, she lightly set her foot on them, “Going somewhere?” she playfully teased Ashton, who returned her smirked and glanced towards the door. “Are we suppose to trust all the people that we never seen before?” she asked Ashton, who shook his head no. “Well I’m alright with anyone as long as a gun doesn’t get aimed at me.” she said, while grabbing an axe. She also knew that another way was decapitation that might lead to it if they ran out of bullets. Might as well, had an axe. "This might get ugly and some of us will die." she said, glancing at both Ashton and Angel.
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