Dawn of the Dead Part 2 ( open to all..except Evil Attorney)

[badbabysitter]

"I an't from no goverment. Names Billy bob. Billy bob cole. Millwright." Spits. he opens his Green see bag (5 foot duffle bag, pull string on top.) fumbles around. and pulls out a pistol grip 12 gage 8 chamber shot gun.

"Here take my sisters Hammer." he spits and wipes chin.

"I suggest you all give me cover while we head to Sears. You give me a blowtorch and a welder and this place will be more secure then Fort fucking Knoks. " he spits.

"wheres the Fucking tobacco shop i'm out of fucking chew."

" We dont want to make this place too secure..we may have to get out sometime Billy...." Linda tried being diplomatic

"You sound like you all know how er take charge. Linda is it?" he says to her.

"I can fix about anything that don’t have too many small buttons. Can cut and weld the hell out of any metal that you won’t wear."

"and I can shoot the Flys off a pigs ass at 200 yards with my M16. so you tell me where you want ol billy bob." He gives her a big Smile.

"Oh ya that there funny Bri. movies gave me an Idea. What was it. ‘Lock stock and Two Smoking barrels’. Fuck that title turned ol Billy bob on. Anyway they set up a cage inside the door. Maybe we could fit something like that incase someone else comes in. We’d have a double barrier. If the zombies broke in behind anyone it’d be like shooting fish in a barrel." the lack of spitting tells everyone the chew is gone.


Max shook his head and put his handguns in their holsters and he looked to the SWAT officer.

“You had to be good to get into SWAT, and I had to be good to be a seal for as long as I was. But no matter how much training we got, can ever prepare us for this. Look at it this way, if you bolt the doors closed, we cant get out, if you leave them open, they can get in. So what are we left with? Not very many options.”

Max turned and looked to the window and saw more of those creatures gathering there pounding on the glass.

He pulled a smoke out and lit it and took in a large drag and he slowly let it out as he thought. He walked over and sat on the bench and waited for there next move.


The dark haired woman spoke up

“ My name's Robin. I’m no doctor, but I am- uh, was- a nursing student. I think there’s probably a drugstore or two in this place, and I know a thing or two about pharmacology. I can help with injuries and some medical stuff, but if you get bitten by one of those things I think it’s safe to assume that you’re fucked.

I’m not very good with this thing, (Motioning to the machine gun at my feet) but paranoia and fascination with certain types of movies *sarcastic laugh* made me get this one a few years ago. In the movies, when someone gets bitten or scratched by one of those things, that person is considered infected. I want to tell you all that I don’t expect much else but for us to work together to stay alive…but be a friend and blow my head off if I get bitten. I don’t want to be part of that abomination for a second.”

I looked down and felt hot tears well up, refusing to cave in to the sobs that were threatening to break if I continued. I shakily reached for my smokes but remembered, disgusted, that I left them at home. Need to keep my head on- unless the unspeakable happened that is.

I briefly glanced over at Max lighting up a smoke, and looked away again. I turned and splashed some of the cold fountain water on my face, and figured "screw it", removed my top, not caring that my smallish round breasts were showing( hell, how attractive could rotting blood make them look) wrung it out in the water and wiped off as much of the stinking gore as I could before wringing out the top and putting it back on.


Tony moved next to her, kissing her on the cheek. He wanted to make love to her right now, make sure they were both human, absolutely nothing like those wandering beasts outside. He just wanted to take her and love her, and ravish her like in the days of old, some cave man picking his wife, and fucking her wildly.
But he didn't, he couldn't, and at the moment there were too many distractions. So, a kiss on the cheek. For now.
"Ok..." He said, testing the safety a few times, on, off, on, off, "Ok."

"If you don't mind, Sgt. Riggs, I think I'll pair up with you, if we all decide that pairing is the safest way to deal here- which, for the record, I don't. But you are in charge, and seem to know what will keep us alive, so.... " Robin shrugged and fidgeted. Tough smart chicks that looked as feminine as she did always made me question my sexuality, though the notable bulge in Tony's pants caused me to blink and look twice.

OOC: not done cut and pasting and edirting yet..hang on

 

[badbabysitter]

“You guys go and check things out, I will stay here and make sure these things don’t get it. I will be fine.”Max said recling on the bench smoking

The man in overall's, Billy Bob, the man with the plan, wanted to already start wielding places shut and making ultimate traps inside the place. Tony didn't have any problems with that, but it seemed like a week's worth of work he just wanted to start up on right away. They didn't even know if there were zombies inside the place

"Billy and I can take this tier over here," He pointed to the right, where... somewhere deep down, there looked like some sort of smoking shop of sorts. That could get him straightened out, and they'd make sure that things were all right. The last thing he wanted were those things inside. It made gooseflesh crawl all over him, sink into his skin, and make some unwelcome guest.

" Billy...Radio Shack sounds brilliant.. but lets start with getting some walkie talkies and securring the mall...Max, you going to be okay up here?"
Linda walked over to the little fountain and washed the blood off her face. At least she had her face back. A bit clean. But something told her that after today she would never be clean again.

The water gave her a brief energy charge.

"Now lets get to work""

"Walkie talkies, secure the mall. Ok, we're going, Billy?"
He waited for the man to lead the way. Tony wasn't a leader... he was at best a follower, a following followers without a leader. Procrastinating for death.

“Ok, Tony is it? Off to Radio Shack. I think I saw it right around the corner.” Billy Bob headed down the hall away from the dock. Looks like the teams got a hero he thinks. Even if she is a bitch, nothing a good shagging wouldn’t fix. Next time someone’s in trouble I’ll just make a mental note to say out of her way. I’ve got my own hide to worry about. Reckless and she’s supposed to be SWAT too. I’ve watched enough Cop movies to know the cops stay ahead due to numbers and backup. Ack we’ll start that argument some other time. Maybe after we find a few beers around here. Got to stay sharp now.

“ok Tony we need to look for something that’ll take double A batteries. That lithium crap is cool and all but we don’t have the luxury of charging anything. UHF is better in doors. The longer wave length goes threw concrete and windows better.” Billy bob explains.

“Holy shit there’s the tobacco shop. Looks it’s got some knifes too.” Billy make a dash for the store. Takes his Berreta out and pops a few rounds in the Metal fences lock. Kicks it off with his boot and throws the metal cage up. Counter balanced it slides up with eash. Checking the safety on the shot gun he take the bunt end and smashes open the doors window and reaches in and unlocks the door

In the tobacco shop billy goes behind the counter. Smashes the glass on the counter. Grabs a bag and loads up on cigars, and pipe tobacco. Then grabs a few pipes. He bites the tip of a Dominican cigar and takes a match to light it. then tosses one at Tony.

“Here ya go. Check out that knife case.” He points over to the locked case. He bust the glass with a “CRASH” one and grabs a couple of them knives they say can cut threw a car door. A few of the 9” ones with case.

“Marry Christmas.” He smiles.

Linda turned to Robin

"Lets get you in some dry clothes there..and at the same time, get a look around..I moonlight here..SWAT isnt always on call"

OOC


Its clumsy, but thought it might be a good place to start fresh

 

[poohlive]

Take two.

BBS, that has got to be the best title ever... lol. Thanks again. Let's see if we can have some fun now.


Tony smoked on occasion, cigars, after a new deal, something going through which caused a celebration. He was a social smoker, nothing more, but this didn't feel like such a great time to smoke, or be social. He put it in a pocket though, thanked Billy Bob for his hospitality.
Poor Billy Bob.
He had a look on his face, like a kid in a candy store, giggling and rummaging through an assortment of knifes... that's not a knife, this is a knife kind of knives. Sharp enough to cut through time, if you swung hard enough. Warranties to never dull, guarantees to stay stainless forever Made in China.
Did they need one, two? A dozen or so? He felt good enough with the shotgun, or safe enough... sick enough with it in his hands.
Did he need a knife? Did he want one? Was it necessary, the thought of one of those beasts coming so close, the only way to fight him off was a huge Rambo knife.
He did take one, in a sheath, putting it on his waist band, securing it in place, feeling it bump into his thigh as he walked.
Comfortably digging into him.
He walked out of the tobacco shop, seeing some clothing store just across from them. Gap, American Eagle, they were useless now. They were as important as those zombies trying to get in here. Mannequins of the dead, holding up clothing no one cared about anymore.
No one wanted.
Something moved.
He held up the shotgun, pointing it at the dark shadows of the clothing store. Was that a... No, it was a mannequin, a dead mannequin. He must have seen a shadow, but his hand never moved his gun never wavered. He stared too long at nothing, and saw it move too much.
What was happening to him? Why did he suddenly feel like this, like survival was so dependant on a shotgun.
Because it was... Today it was.
Survival yesteray was cafe mocha's and cell phones, and hourly meetings where marketing decisions were made and broken. Now, it was a shotgun and a 9 inch knife.
And dead mannequins that moved out of the corner of his eye.
"The walkie Talkies," Tony said, turning around, seeing Billy Bob still inside, He pointed two doors down, where the Radio Shack stood. It's front window smashed open, glass everywhere.
"No lithium, right? Double A. Like you said. We're gonna save the world."
He made sure the hall was empty, before moving toward the store.

 

[Aaron Dazer]

Billy Bob cole

"Yep that will work. Hey look a Wilson’s. i think that might be a good idea there Tony. Leather is a bit tuff. If we can get some bikerskins. It could be the difference between a grab and a scratch. My beard is itching i might just shave." Billy looks at his new buck knife. This one is a slightly bendable Skinner, dang he wishes he was at home right now stuffing some road kill. He’s got a nice little trophy room at home. Coons, polecats, a bob cat. In a morbid way he like to preserve the dead animals in a way they died. One day he hopes to bring his Taxidermy Showcase to the road to bring awareness to wild life habitat diminishing. Ah Billy bob thinks to him self the problems of yesterday are so diminished by the problems of today. Ironic the animals are the safe ones. Maybe this whole mess is mother natures way of controlling us. The Apex predator often is killed by it’s own careless consumption of it’s own environment. Dam it got that stupid Steve Iriwn on the brain. Ahh and his hot wife too. Fuck what I wouldn’t give to be home drinking whiskey watching animal planet right now.

“Radio shack.” He sighs yes nice to be here with a plan. Too sad we have to have one. Billy bob smashes out the rest of window cuts are bad around zombies.

“Me and my sister did some shopping once for our paint ball group. At the Hatfield and McCoy ranch. We always play on the McCoy team. And wanted to get some radios. So I did some research. VHF for out doors and UHF for indoors is about what I remember. Who broke the window?”

 

[poohlive]

Who had broken the window? A good enough question, a smart question from a smart man. Tony looked inside, trying to find out the answer, almost half expecting there to be zombies waiting, cell phones in hand, reaching out for them.
It shook him to the core.
"Looters, maybe," He noticed several boxes of equipment knocked to the ground. Something that resembles a t.v. smashed to tiny bits. Large amounts of merchandise gone, simply disappeared. Last night, in the dark, he could imagine teenagers who still thought shit like t.v.'s and stereo's and personal computers meant something when the sun came up.
But it had dawned on a new day, a different day, a day where that shit was about as useful as a truck full of snow in Tahiti.
He moved back after an aisle of batteries, kids toys, and then walki talkies. Everyone from car radios and CB's to those little camoufladge kid sets with real live antenna and the Morse Code printed right on the side, in case a real emergency ever occured.
In case of emergency, click out the Morse Code... that'll help.
He nearly laughed, trying hard not to. Cause if he laughed, he would cry, and if he cried, he would fall down, and he thought at this point, if he fell down, he would never get up again. It didn't help them much in this situation.
In the middle of the aisle looked like the more high tech stuff Billy was talking about. Heavy tech stuff, with microphones, and attachments, and professional channels and warranties. They needed the ones with warranties.
He took one out, and tossed it to Billy.
"Batteries, UHF... and look, a microphone headset attachment. I think that's the best money can buy."
He grabbed a dozen or so. Enough for all of them, and even a few more, in case anyone else showed up. Behind the counter, he found large plastic bag, he filled it, batteries, and walkie talkies. The good stuff.
This was the end of the hall on the first floor, there was still another floor to check on.
"You want to go back, or take a quick sweep upstairs? We don't need anything, do we?"

 

[sex-maniac69]

Daniel

26
blonde green eyes tattoos all over
6`1
Marine on vacation





OOC: i hope its ok i join:


It was the vacation Id sure as hell wished i hadnt taken.So much death and destruction, It made my job look safe.And my brother said i shouldnt take my guns along. What a damn fool.The fist squad of zombies i ran over in my truck."Damn fucked up the paint'" i cursed under my breath.I drove till i seen a place called wilsons,ans what looked like live people inside and near,armed...* I parked and got out of my truck and approached " hey

 

[badbabysitter]

This thread is dead

and we are NO WHERER near a "wilsons",.lol

Thanks to Arron, Pooh< Marla, Amon..you fguys were great



I'm working on a new horror srp idea right now

" Hell(en) on Earth"

going to be slightly more whimsical, about a succubus ( moi) sent to earth to learn to be evil, and to have alot of fucking of course