Dawn of The Dead ( again)

[badbabysitter]

Dawn of the Dead
When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth

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BLAM!!

Paulo Rodriguez was dead. Again.

His now unanimated corpse collased to the ground. All was silent for a moment as the echo of the gunshot ended. Then the background noise began to filter in again.

Screams.Gunshots.Explosions.Sirens. And more screaming, always the screaming.

Sgt. Linda Riggs got up off the floor. SWAT had prepared her for many things, how to act without hesitation, without regret. She walked over to the window and stared out into the street.

SWAT had prepared her for many things. But not for this. Not for this...

A group of those zombies..those things..had turned overan ambulance and we're clawing inside to get at the paramedics and the wounded inside. A group of latino gangers were holding off a small group with machetes and clubs, but for every swing another living person fell and the zombies always seemed to be coming.

How did it come to this?

It had all started out last night. Sporadic reports of vicious attacks. But then the reports quickly increased. Patrol units called out these spots would dissapear. Soon it was an epidemic

The dead had risen and were hunting and killing.And if you were killed by one, you'd rise up and start killing as well.Assuming a pack of them hadnt completely eaten you

Her SWAT unit had been called in to protect the Hospital. A doomed mission from the get go. Those wounded from zombie attacks would eventually succumb and become one as well The hospital was a slaughterhouse.

Her unit ran a fighting retreat from the hospital but had become sepeated. She and her partner Paulo had managed to make into this abandoned tenement to recover and plan. He didnt tell her he had been bitten in the hospital. He was sick she knew that, but it didnt occur to her that her partner of 4 years was infected.

That was untill he turned on her.

And she had blown off half his head with her .44 auto mag.

How did it come to this.

"Think,damnit, think", Linda hissed lowly wiping the blood from the spray of her partners head off her face.

Outside there was a patrol car, abandoned by the looks of things. Somewhere a brother or sister in blue was dead, undead, dying or fighting for their life. Didnt matter. Everyone was fighting for their lives now.

She unslinged her tactical ithaca shotgun from over shoulder and pumped a shell into a loaded slot. She stripped her partner of his ammo and his side arms and moved quickly out of the room.

Luckily stealth training was in the SWAT curriculum and she got out of the building without notice.

But hearing that child scream for his mommy down the hall, then suddenly nothing..chilled her to the bone.

She fough back tears.Somewhere her daughter, her son..they were probably dead too.

The main entrance was wide open . She took a deep breath and dashed out into the street. The latinos were meat at this point. She couldnt stop to notice

Focus> Focus on the car.

She hustled her atheltic ass off to the car no more than 15 feet away, hopping over an overturned baby stroller. She was nearly to the drivers door when she felt a hand grab her ankle.

"Plea..puh--lease..help me"

Linda looked down into the face of a uniformed police officer.Severely wounded.His right arm was missing, so was half his cheek. A "little old lady" was chewing on his ankle. He looked familiar. She probably bought him a drink at Muldoons.

She couldnt help him. There was only one help for him.

"I'm sorry" she whispered.

BLAM!

The faceless oifficer fell quiet and dead and the old lady flesh dangling from her face turned to Linda. But Linda was already in the car. The old lady snarled and flailed bloodily against the window.But Linda was already driving away.

The city was a hell hole. Fires. Death. Explosions. She weaved quickly in and out of the traffic.Mostly abandoned cars, or vehicles full of feasting ghouls.

Linda had to get out.But where?

Drive. She thought. Just drive.Out into the country away from this insanity..

That proved impossible. All exits from the downtown core were jammed or blockaded. That left one option.

Testament.

Testamnet Mega Mall. It was on the outskirts of downtown. A spralling metropolis of shops. She had moonlighted there as secuity.SWAT wasnt always on call and her hubbys job as mechanic didnt always cover the bills, so they needed more income. She had the master keys.She could get in and remotely lock down the entire mall from any switchboard in the mall..

Being early morning the parking lot was empty.Couldnt be more than 630 AM.. She pulled up to a screeching halt outside the front doors and made a dash to them. Almost forgetting to grab her bag of guns and ammo.

She saw a group of maybe 6 or 7 zombies running across the parking lot. These were no crawlers, these ghouls could hustle.Like those freaks in that movie 25 , or 29 days later..whatever it was called.

She was in and locked the door behind her.

8 feet from her was a switchboard, she moved to it. Unlocked the box and punched in the code. Most of the lighhts were already red for "locked", but as the code went in, all went to red for locked..

Linda sighed and and turned and leaned against the wall. Just down the hall was a little boy huddled over the body of what she assumed was his mom.

"Hey kid, its going to be okay, I'm a police officer", Linda called out to the child.

That was no child.

A snarling feral face turned at me, half its troat was gone..but chunks of his mothers breast dangled between his lips. In a flash, the little boy darted at me. Red coated hands hooked as claws.

""Shit" the shotgun was empty. He was halfway to her when she had pulled the .44. Two feet when she blew his head off and sent him skittering back 8 feet to lie still. Forever.

Linda shook and shook and shook. She thought of her husband>Her son>Her daughter. All gone. Gone. Everything was gone.

She slumped down the wall. Put her head between her knees and began to sob.

 

[FenixZero]

OOC: Question, is this George A. Romero style zombies or Dawn of the Dead remake style "fast" zombies?

 

[badbabysitter]

OOC: Hauling ass speedy ass zombies, lol

 

[FenixZero]

Proud owner of the Zombie Survival Guide

OOC: must...fight...hatred...of...DoD remake...to be in....zombie post. lol
Yeah i'm in, lemme think up a character.

 

[musicankane]

What the fuck? How the hell did the motherfucker get up after that. James Kyle had the pedal floored trying to get away from the crazy mugger. The guy had jumpped in front of the car. James floored it and hit the guy, sending the psycho flying over the car's roof. JAmes stopped and looked over his shoulder for the guy. He didn't want the guy dead...but it was either him or James.

Then the son of a bitch got up. Half of his face was missing and the fucker got up.

"Holy Shit!" James cried and floored it, peeling out of the alley. The car was a piece of junk but he got it up to 50 at least.

Not twenty minutes ago James had been lying around thinking about getting a burito. Now he was driving along the streets of the city and gasping at the mayhem around him.

Zombies! It was the only way he could explain it. Fucking zombies man!

Survivors were running from zombies as he drove. Where could he go, if he stopped he was dead. No worse, he'd become on of them. James was no stranger to zombie movies. He knew the score...The End of The Fucking World.

James shook his head and sighed. It finally had come to this. Everyone was gone, his family, his friends, hell his girlfriend, all dead.

No he couldn't believe that. Kelly had to be alive. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard, but it was blinking 12:00. Shit...He floored the gas.

The mall...If Kelly went to work on time she'd of had to been there for an hour setting up shop. Problem was, Kelly was never on time.

"Please Kelly." He whispered.

The car skidded to a halt by the employee entrance and he ran inside, locking the door behind him. James spun back and looked around. He didn't even think to see if any zombies were in here already, and he didn't have a fucking thing to use as a weapon.

"Way to go James." HE muttered to himself and made his way slowly down the hall. Straining to hear any sign of movement. He was about to step into the storefront of the mall when he hear a bang followed by a loud beep signalling that every outside door was locked. There was no getting in or out of the mall now. He hoped that whatever caused the lock down was still alive.

Moments later there was a gun shot...then nothing.

"I'm gonna die." HE whispered to himself.

 

[Onimaru]

It had been hell getting here....Literally. Death may have been his business but not even was unaffected by the level of horror looking out his car window brought. Things...That used to be people eating other people, children and the elderly it almost made him sick, but it wouldn't stop him, he'd survived certain death before. He'd love to believe that, but looking around the best he felt he could hope for was a quick death.

It had taken some fancy driving to arrive at Testament Mall, and more than a few hit and run's, he wasn't even sure that all of them were man-eaters, but that was not his concern. Survival, by any means. That was all that mattered, all that he focused on as he made his way back to the loading bay, they were all closed, and locked but a few well placed shots busted the lock, and he managed to get inside. Then with a little creativity managed to once again seal it tight.

"Now to make sure none of our little friends managed to get into this place." Loading his rifle to a full load, he walked into the main area of the mall....

 

[badbabysitter]

Linda

She sobbed great wracking heaves. Her guts wanted to empty, she wanted to spit acid. Her body was wrecked from exhaustion and so was her mind. She couldnt fucking deal with this. This was too fucked up.

She was in hell. This was hell. Mankind was now paying for its sins. This was hell.

No.

No

She shook her head

" Get yourself together rookie"

Those were the words of her drill master back during SWAT training. He was a tough bastard. He pushed her hard. Hareder than even the guys. Its because women werent supposed to be SWAT, it was too tough. The derisive comments, the chauvinst threats.

But she made it. Against all odds. Hell she was a saergent, second in charge of her unit.

She was tougher than this.

She wiped off the tears on her face, even though now the tracks of her tears had made streaks through the gore on her face.

" Get yourself together rookie"

Thats when she heard the noise. Footsteps

She was crouched up on one knee and her .44 drawn and pointing to the sound. Her mind and gun cocked.

The figure came around the corner and was holding a rifle of some sort.

She flickedoff the safety and the figure turned to the noise.

" Dont move.." she said

It was pointless, if it was one of those ghouls it would charge.

And she would drop it

 

[Onimaru]

The mall was quiet, but every second Victor strained his ears listening carefully for the telltale growls and hisses of those damn things. Every creak, every echoing footstep was setting him on edge he wasn't sure if he was hearing his own breath filling his ears or if he just couldn't see if he'd managed to get himself surrounded. There had to be someone in here, because someone turned on the lights, and he doubted if they had been on an automatic timer they'd come on almost 3 hours before the mall opened.

The question was were they alive or had one of these things gotten smart enough to learn how to do that? He doubted it from what he'd seen they didn't have the brains to know how to turn a doorknob, so that meant it just might be another person in here. It wasn't so much a matter of making sure they were ok, but more like making sure they didn't do anything stupid and get him killed as well.

He made his way to where the mall map had indicated the location of the security office, hopefully that is where they would have camera's set up and he could see the rest of the mall. However just as he approached he noticed two bloody corpses one partly eaten the other quite headless, just then the familiar sounding click of a removed safety made him whirl around...."Don't move." A female voice said, as he now stared down the barrel of a .44, "Hey hold up don't shoot!!! I give up!" He dropped the rifle and put his hands up, this wasn't an entirely unfamiliar situation to him, but just as he had another sound filled the air a feral hiss as the woman, who had been a chewed on corpse just moments before, launched herself at him attempting to tear into him in much the same way. In an instant he was knocked to the ground gripping her at the neck and forehead keeping her mouth off him. "Fuck...Little help.."

 

[badbabysitter]

Linda

With legs burning like battery acid she was back on her feet in a flash. In two strides her night club was out and her .44 was holstered.

Another stride and she was on "mommy". Linda reached fast and grabbed a handful of hair and yanked her back off the man and onto her ass a couple feet away. The thing snarled and tried getting to her feet, but Linda was prepared for this. Shit, she'd been doing this all night.

A firm step and she planted her foot square in the center of its chest and pinned it to the ground. " Mommy" scrappled at her legs and tried to bite her.

But all Linda did was bring the nightstick down and down again on the things head. Sick wet crucnching sounds filled the air as she pounded again and again on it.

Gore and brains flew as she cracked its skull open, and even after it stopped twitching she hit a couple more times for good measure.

She collapsed weakly to her knees and looked at the pulpy remains of "mommy's" cranium. But it was more of a thousand yard stare.

" Are you bit..." she said to the man but almost to no one at all.

" Are..you..bit?"

Linda took out her .44 and wiped off the top

 

[musicankane]

James stepped out into the mall but ducked back quickly when he heard someone shout. "Don't move." It was followed by what clearly sounded like a fight with a zombie.

After a moment James stepped out. It was a cop, a female cop and some guy climbing off of his ass. The women was wiping the barrel of her gun and James frowned again at his lack of weapon.

He stepped over slowly. "Hey...I uh, guess I'm not the only one locked up in here. Any idea what's going on? It's like fucking Resident Evil out here and shit." He said, his voice shakey and clearly scared.

 

[Onimaru]

Victor was impressed with how quickly the woman managed to get the freak off him, and was about to get up and assist when he finally get a good look at his rescuer. 'Shit, it's a cop, I don't know if my face has hit the local wanted lists.' While he worried about this revelation, he found himself impressed once again at how effectively she'd dispatched it. Then she asked her question then another unexpected arrival showed up but condsidering who had the gun he decided to answer her first, "No I'm good, thanks to you anyway, but I doubt she could have gotten through my body armor anyway." He rolled up his sleeves to show that he was indeed not bitten and to show what he meant, under his jacket was a sleek black material. "Kevlar with an underwire mesh, can't cut it and good protection against most small arms, so teeth aren't a problem. In my line of work this kind of thing is necessary, thanks again for the save though."

 

[badbabysitter]

Linda

She loosely raised her gun at the newcomer, it was all rote to her now. The look on his face was one she had seen a thousand times already tonight.Disbelief. Shock. Fear.

"Hey...I uh, guess I'm not the only one locked up in here. Any idea what's going on? It's like fucking Resident Evil out here and shit." the man said nervously stepping a tentative foot forward.

He was cool and he wasnt bleeding, she lowered her hand cannon.

The other guy spoke up after they had a chance to register the intrusion

No I'm good, thanks to you anyway, but I doubt she could have gotten through my body armor anyway." He rolled up his sleeves to show that he was indeed not bitten and to show what he meant, under his jacket was a sleek black material. "Kevlar with an underwire mesh, can't cut it and good protection against most small arms, so teeth aren't a problem. In my line of work this kind of thing is necessary, thanks again for the save though."

She nodded mutely

" Your hands, your face" she continued almost monotonely, " they go for flesh, fucked as it sounds..but you're cool"

Linda sighed, faintly she could hear screaming from deep in the city. Was it ever going to end?

" My name is Linda Riggs, I'm with the SWAT team.."

She wiped her brow and stood up and looked around at the carnage. A mother and son. She had just dispatched a mother and son with all the empathy of a butcher. This was beyond messed up.

" Glad to see you guys made it, glad you arent hurt..if 'glad' is a word I can ever use again.."

She took a look over her rescuee, body armor and a rifle, probably a couple concealed weapons. A weekend warrior, a gun not, or a soldier, is all she could think of.

" Did you see anyone else"

 

[musicankane]

James shook his head. "I'm injury free." He said giving the cop a little spin. "Name's James." HE said witha little wave.

Walking up to the officer he looked at her. She had S.W.A.T stenciled onto her uniform, but she looked way to tiny, or petite, to be on a squad like that. But she walked like she knew what she was doing and she handled her gun with precision. "So, what do we do now?" He asked her. "I guess wait it out or somethign right?"

 

[poohlive]

Frank sat against the far wall, trying to pretend the sounds of firing guns were nothing more than fireworks. It was the fourth of July, and they were all celebrating, huge sparks in the air, different designs, exploding, cascading down.

If he even closed his eyes, he could see them, see the bright flashes and large circles of fire in the air. It was nice, comforting...

And then, the vision of the little girl, ripping out his partner's throat.

He opened his eyes, tears falling down, wishing he could never close them again. If it were possible, he would just keep them open, open and staring at some blank wall, pretending it all went away.

The doors had been locked, but the windows were broken. Several cops stood at each one, post, holding back the now dozens of them out on the street.

Frank, one of three others that the police had saved, brought here to their headquarters.

The cops, some loved it. Frank could see it in their eyes, they just adored shooting these things. They would reload like some John Wayne movie and take down whatever walked the streets. Others had to stop to puke out their guts, nothing left but pink bile coming up, before they could continue.

Beside him was an old lady, complete in a flower dress, with her silver hair done up, and blood pouring down the side of her face. She looked like she was ready for church, or an apocalypse. Either one, didn't matter to her.

Those eyes looked dead though, more than dead. Even thougth she still breathed, she was no longer here. Frank only gave her a few more hours.

The other was a little girl, barely 18, she had cuddled up next to him. He liked the feeling, for some reason, having her next to him. The heat, the flesh, the way her breast would press against his arm each time she breathed.

They had been holding each other for four hours now, just like this.

Frank was a paramedic, assigned with his partner Jake when all this shit happened. They had been frantically sprinting all over town on reports of fatal bites. It wasn't until the little girl had died mid-way to Sacred Heart and then woke up and ripped Jake's throat out did Frank even realize something was happening.

She had come for him, this little eight year old girl, climbing over medical supplies and Jake's dead body, trying to get him. Frank freaked out, slammed on the brakes, the whole ambulance weaving heavily to one side. And then, just as her hands grabbed his neck, just as this little girl leaned in for a final kiss...

The ambulance fell to the side. She screamed, landing on top of a roller back, it nearly splitting her in two. A soft garging sound came from her throat. Frank had his seat belt, he braced himself, as the ambulance came to a screeching stop on its side, crashing into a parked car.

He got out, and to his amazement saw Jake emerge from the wreck as well.

Except, it wasn't jake... not anymore.

That's when the cops came, they shot him. They knew what was going on. They had taken him and now here he was, at police headquarters, hugging next to some young girl who didn't want him to let go.

The cops, still shot, still screamed, still puked every once in a while.

This was life now, for the past four hours, this had been life.

Frank tried to close his eyes, but every time he did, another frightful image rushed upon him.

 

[badbabysitter]

OOC:


POOH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wlecome back to Testament Mall.. first floor ladies wear second floor dysfunctional survivors!


IC

She had heard these questions before, how many times before tonight. God, it felt like she had been through this a thousand times already. Like this was some recurring dream.

" We barricade ourselves in, thats what we do..and then we hope for the best" Linda's voice trailed off.

The me were eying her up hoping she had the answer, at the same time completely non-bleieving. She towered inat 5'6", considerably shorter than them. But the badge on her hip and the SWAT emblazoned across her chest screamed authority. That she was allagedly in charge.

Great leadership she had shown. As far as she knew she was the only one left in her unit. The situation at the hosptial had turned into a massacare. The hospital was an abbattoir. By the time they realized the bites killed you and turned you, they had barricaded almost all access to it.

Then they were trapped inside. Trapped inside a hell house.

" How the hell did you guys get in, and did you lock up after you"

 

[musicankane]

James shook his head. "I didn't have to, the doors locked themselves automatically just after I got in here. Like someone must have tripped the locks in the nick of time." He explained. HE began looking around taking in their location in the mall. He found a directory nearby and examined it.

"Hey S.W.A.T. lady." He called to the woman. "Come here a second." He motioned her over to the big map. "I think if we hole up by the food court we can be close to food and there's a sporting goods place next to that. We can find sleeping bags and kerosene lamps there. Plus outdoor grills to cook whatever raw meat the food places have in the freezers." He offered her.

 

[badbabysitter]

Linda half laughed at his commentary, but just came out as one brief snort.

" I'm the one who locked us down, I moonlight here as security. I know this place inside and out"

She could tell his inspiration was suddenly deflated, but she mirked at him

" Good thinking though, the place has an independt power supply, good for 6 months at least. But the sleeping bags are a good idea..hell, lets hit the mattress store"

She fished into a pocket and pulled out a pack of Marlboros,,her partners smokes. She had quit these things the same year she made SWAT. Linda pulled a cancer stick out and stuffed it in her mouth.

The smokes killing her didnt look too likely.

She lit up with a zippo and then knelt down to open her ammo bag.

" But if it was open when you got here.. probably means we got stragglers.. living maybe..living dead , more likely"

 

[musicankane]

James smiled and held out his hand. "Mind if I grab one of those?" HE asked.

Then he looked down the walk of the mall eying the abandoned shops. "I wouldn't doubt there's more in here. But I don't think it can be very many. Or we'd have been overrun by now. I think we should get moving, at the sports place they'll have some guns and ammo. We could load up and portect ourselves." HE said starting toward the food court. "I need somethign to eat too."

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: Women in lingerie and dysfunctional survivors? How can I not join? Just a shame more women aren't present...


They didn't stop until someone burst into the building. A cop, carrying a balding middle aged man with a sore bite on his arm. The cop, female, didn't hesitate boarding the doors up once more, letting the man fall to one of the desks.

Frank got up. He didn't want to, he wanted to stay here next to his girl, hold her, and sleep... had he been sleeping? He must have, he felt rested, relaxed a bit.

The girl seemed to linger for him, her arms outstretched to touch. He was a paramedic though, and the man looked pretty bad.

"She bit me, my own wife... she just bit me."

Frank went into action, it was like turning on an old engine, and letting it run. He cleaned the wound, with what he could find, put a fresh towel on it, sealed it, and then checked the guy for anything else. He seemed fine, healthy... if not a little weak.

The cops were all a talk now, looking at the meager survivors. Four of them now, and four cops. It didn't seem like much of a rescue, didn't seem like much of anything.

When dawn came, the radios came with it. The cops had kept in contact with an army base, Frank didn't know the name or anything. The base seemed to be doing well, and then in the night something had happened, those things had gotten in somehow, or snuck in, or maybe they were inside already.

No one knew, and by the time they figured it out, they were all long dead.

By dawn the balding man was dead too. Frank couldn't understand it, the bite wasn't bad... sure, nasty for a bite, but it wasn't lethal. Yet, he saw the man grow weaker, become lethargic, and in the end just die right there on the cop's desk.

He found a sheet, to pull over the body, when it sprung to life, grabbing for him. Frank screamed, as they fell to the floor, holding the man away from him, trying to get out from under him. It was no use, the zombie... he was a zombie now, held him there, moved in closer, his mouth open, gaping.

And then, his head exploded in a twist of blood, guts, and brain. Frank could only see red for the next hour.

"The bites," Frank said, he couldn't think of anything else. A disease, something foreign in the blood. It would be like any other non communicable disease. It wasn't like a cold, you couldn't become a zombie touching a zombie or being in the room with one... but blood, saliva...

Even sex. Yes, Frank laughed at that. This could be tranferred through cum if you ever wanted to fuck one of these things.

He didn't imagine anyone would, or could...

He cleaned himself up, and by this time the cops were trying any of the open channels.

Frank himself was there, on a radio, working every station. All of them, eerily silent, all of them dead, that clear static showing just how many had died, and how few were left.

"This is Frank, I'm at the Police Station. There are eight of us..."

Seven, only seven now.

"Seven of us. Is anyone out there? Anyone who can hear us, anyone at all?"

He tried this on every channel.

 

[Onimaru]

'Swat, huh?' Victor thought to himself, well she didn't seem to know who he was then again judging by the exaustion in her face, he doubted she would recognize her own family right now. "I came in by the loading docks, doors were locked so I had to 'open' them, lucky for us I found an arc welder left out so I managed to seal up behind me." Then he listened in on the plans for making this their shelter for the time being, it made sense it was defendable, it was well stocked and supplied, but how long could they manage was the real question.

Slinging his rifle Victor spoke up, "I'm Victor Armande, victim of circumstance and bad timing. I came into town two day's ago, and was supposed to leave today, instead I'm hear wondering why hell was so eager to see me it came for a visit." His voice was steady, but obviously he was forcing himself to stay calm, "One thing though, those things out there are dead, so them starving to death while we wait ain't gonna happen. But if they are dead, that means their bodies are breaking down right? So if we can hold out long enough they just might end up beng nothing more than twitching lumps, right?" It sounded right, it sounded logical, but after the last 24 hours was anything right or logical anymore? With both doubt and hope he followed along to the stores wondering if this truly was divine punishment or worse.....

 

[badbabysitter]

" Yeah defensible" Linda half smirked cracking her neck

She wandered over to the front doors close to where they were standing a lightly tapped her nightstick against it. Bullet proof reinfroced plexiglass, designed to keep out smash and dash drivers. And gave them a front row view of hell.

" We thought that about Sacred Heart too.. we got the call about 630 last night, massive brawl in a bar, that when we saw the first of them.. " she trailed off staring into the past , " it was bad... but it got worse..we were in running battles all night.. finally we ended up trying to protect Sacred Heart Hospital in attempt to help the wounded.."

She took a drag of her smoke

" Wounded , my ass, wounded... we ended up having to barricade the inside to keep from getting overwhelmed, thats when we found out the bites turned you..it wasnt a hospital anymore, it was a slaughter house"

Another drag

" Only a handful made of us made it out and we were soon seperated... my own partner " her voice stilled

Another long drag

" There is no rescue, no cavalry, we're it"

An ugly silence settled between the three of them

" Well, if we're going to hunker down here, I suggest we do a room by room.."

Thats when the walkie talkie on her hip blared to life

"This is Frank, I'm at the Police Station. There are seven of us..."


". Is anyone out there? Anyone who can hear us, anyone at all?"

She grabbed it and stared almost stunned for a second, before clicking it back

" This is Sgt. Linda Riggs , I copy, 3 survivors secure in testament Shopping Mall..I repeat this is Linda Riggs, and I'm damn fucking glad their is someone out there!"

 

[poohlive]

"Linda? Linda Riggs in Testament mall."

God, those words seemed so distant, so foreign to him. He had nearly dropped the radio when he heard her speak. For a moment it was scarier than those things running around outside.

He smiled though, tears running down his cheeks. Someone else, just three... but damned it was someone else. Someone still alive, who had made it.

"Yes! Oh thank God! I hope everyone is ok... if someone's bitten, their infected. You have to deal with them."

The way she spoke, it seemed as if she already knew that part though.

"Linda?" One of the cops cocked his head, looking at the radio. He asked the frequency.

"Fucking shit. You made it out? This is James. James Wittle. The rookie? I didn't see where everyone went after Sacred heart. I came to the police station as fast as I could? So two more of our guys made it? It Rodriguez with you?"

The other cops felt happier at that. These were SWAT people, trained to handle this sort of shit... tactics and weapons and special ops and all of that fancy shmancy shit which looked soo cool in the movies.

Hell, Riggs probably had an entire arsenal over at the Mall, waiting for them.

They were looking around now. A way to get out. They needed to leave anyway. The police station couldn't be held up for shit. It was useless, the windows shot out, the doors could be locked and bolted, but what then?

A few vending machines and a back up generator will make seven people last about a week in here, no more.

But a mall?

"Riggs must have really been thinking," Frank said, he spoke to the young woman who was by his side. She was hugging him, happy, crying as well that there were others, "There's food, and you can lock it up... you could last for months in there. Years even."

They were saved.

 

[Onimaru]

'More survivors? That's good. More Cops? That could be bad...Then again with all of this going on, would anybody care?' Victor thought as he heard the radio conversation, but if they were thinking along the same lines as him it begged one very important question, "If they're coming here, how do we get them in without letting those things in too? Unless they got a chopper we're gonna need to get creative." He said with a shake to his head, "Plus we still need to make sure the building is clean, not that I'm afraid of being alone but I don't think it's in our best interests for us to split up."

 

[badbabysitter]

Linda nodded mutely to Victors statement, splitting up was possibly the stupidest thing they could do. Just because it looked safe doesnt mean it was.

Rodriguez. The thought sent a pain stab of ice into her heart.

Her own partner.

Linda paused

" Are you still there? Copy" came Wittles voice, seems he had commandered the two way.

" Thats a ..negative on Rodriguez...he was bitten"

There was a delay on their end too, when the voice returned there was abit more sobriety to it.

" Sorry to hear that riggs, guess we lost a lot of good men tonight"

Yeah, we certainly did. Images of the blood splattered walls flashed through her head fro a moment. And screaming. So much screaming.

" And to break more bad news, its me and two civies. We're well stocked and the place is tight. Havent had a chance to give it a once over, but we'll move in a three by three so no one gets jumped"

" Umm copy that" he obviously didnt but didnt want to look wet behind the ears.

" Where are you guys?"

" We're locked up at One "

Shit, they were in the first precinct hall, right downtown. She seriously hoped they didnt expect her to come down and rescue their asses. She barely got here in her beat up black and white unit. They could come in the CAR, their SWAT tank..shit.. nix that, it was at Sacred Heart right now, and useless as a third tit.

" The old SWAT VAN, Wittles" she finally clicked

" What?"

" its in impound in the basement..take the gas for the generators and get it running"

"That thing is a fucking relic! We'd be better flapping our arms!" Wittles didnt sound happy

" get your shit together rookie!" she barked into the walkie talkie

Those words were awfully familiar. Her old drill sergeant came blasting into her ears. She was going to turn into the old bastard at this rate..assuming she lived the day.

" That fucking relic is a fucking tank, reinforced exteriors, bulletbroof tires, slit windows.. it s as graceful as a mosse , but it will get you here.. dont be pretty, dont fucking stop, even if Jesus needs a ride"

" Do you fucking copy Wittles?"

 

[stubborn wench]

OOC: I'll bite...


"New car stereo....new car stereo..." Brianna muttered it under her breath like a mantra, as she ran toward the sound of gun shots, her feet making soft echoing slaps against the cushioned floor of the empty mall.

Toward the sound of gun shots. Later, she might look back on this decision and wonder if it was the wisest she'd ever made, but...probably not. Brianna was never the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree.

"New...fucking kick-ass car...stereo..." She stopped to catch her breath, and realized that the gun shots had stopped, long since stopped. She held her breath and listened. She could hear nothing.



She'd come in early to her job at the shoe store, several hours before the mall was scheduled to open, because Mr. Stevenson had asked her to help him take inventory. It was a shit job, and he was a creepy-ass boss, but she'd agreed because she wanted the overtime. When her alarm went off at 5:30 this morning, she'd reminded herself of the car stereo she was going to buy with the money, as she dragged her ass out of bed and into the shower.

Mr. Stevenson was a lech, and oh he was fond of her...he told her this again and again, how very fond of her he'd become...between attempts to cop a feel. Brianna didn't like to admit it, but this was another reason she'd agreed to help in the stock room - not that she was going to let the creep get it on, or anything - but maybe if she was nice and let the old fart have his pathetic fantasy, there'd be something extra in it for her.

She'd arrived at the mall, punched herself in, and opened the store with the key he'd given her. She was wearing her short-short mini (muttering "New car stereo.." grimly at her slutty self as she gazed in the mirror) and a cropped t-shirt that showed her taut, teenaged midriff when she reached for something on a high shelf. Not that there was any point. He hadn't even arrived on time, son of a bitch. If this was just a ploy, to get some overtime out of her...

Brianna was tracing an obscene word in the dust on some boxes when she heard the aluminum gate at the front of the store being shoved roughly aside. She hurried to look busy as her boss approaching the stock room, and started putting boxes of shoes up on the high shelves, when his shadow filled the doorway.

She turned, still reaching, with a cheery, "Morning, Mr. -" And then he was upon her.

This wasn't the usual grope-and-go - he grabbed her and pulled her to him, one arm around her neck and the other hand under the skirt, clamped to her ass, as if he would tear a chunk off. He panted and snarled in her ear, and she could feel his drool against her neck. Acting on sheer impulse, Brianna tore one high-heeled pump out of the box in her hand, and as the packing tissue flew in her face, jabbed blindly with it, feeling it sink into his flesh, feeling the hot spray of his blood on her skin. Feeling his arms recoil just enough - she squirmed away from him and stumbled through the door way, tripping over a chair and hitting the floor. He was right behind her, and grabbed her again, and she came up to beat him with the metal foot measure, beating him in the face until he let go.

Brianna reached the store front and struggled with the aluminum gate, pulling it across as he got to his feet again and charged after her. There was a look in his eyes she'd never seen - it was more than lust, she was sure - he would've killed her! The gate came closed with a magnetic clack, and she fumbled with her keys, hands shaking badly, fitting the right one in just as he charged the gate. It shivered, but it held, and she turned and ran, leaving the keys in the lock.

There was blood all over her, she could taste it on her lips, and she swiped at her face with her bare arm, smearing it, but didn't stop running.

When she heard what sounded like gun shots, she instinctively ran in that direction. Something fucked up was going on around here, and if someone had a gun, she wanted to find that person.


Now the mall was eerily silent again, but after a moment, Brianna continued in the direction of the shots - at a reasonably brisk walk, now. She'd find them.



OOC: Does a bit of zombie blood in my mouth infect me? Dunno...surprise me.