Dawn of The Dead

[badbabysitter]

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 paramdics 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. Spordic 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. Somewhwrere a brother and 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.

* 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.

OOC:

I know what you're thinking "this should be in the normal RP section". Well.. No.

I want this to be hardcore sex ,death and violence. People in highly charged situations tend to do highly charged thinks. And like alot of the movie this SRP is named after..much of it is going to be about a bunch of people stuck together interacting.

So come in and join the fun..and send some of this undead fuckers back to hell.

 

[amon_darknight]

OOC
love the thread idea, let me know if this works

Max Trins
5’8”
179 lbs
28 years old
brown eyes
black hair, cut short and spiky

Max used to be a Navy Seal, he was born to be in the military and did, but he soon grew tired of it. He was a demo expert and Max was pretty good at his job. But like I mentioned before, he grew tired of it, so he applied to get out and he was approved. He went on a lot of missions with his squad, but the life of a military man bored him, he wanted to start a family and have a real life. So to this day, he finds himself in a town where nothing ever happened and that is how he liked it.

Max was a man that was in good shape and took good care of himself. Worked out 4 times a week and worked the rest in the town mall. He worked in the hardware department in the mall and didn’t make that great of money, but he was making a living. He was sitting at home watching the new as a late breaking new report came in and was talking about attacks and vicious murders were breaking out all over and he sat down and listened in, than his eyes went wide as he heard where this was going on and he than heard the screams and cries of people outside. Windows broke and cars crashed, he heard all this as he went upstairs and started to put some clothes on.

“What the fuck is going on?”

He opened his closet and pulled two cases out and took the keys out and took a black and a silver handgun out and he than pulled another box out and unlocked this and spilled a bunch of ammo out on his bed.

“No fucking way is anything going to get me.”

He started to load clips with ammo and when he felt he had enough he grabbed the two shoulder holsters and strapped them on as he threw a bunch of the clips he loaded into a backpack and he looked out the window to see a group of things running towards his neighbors house and breaking the door down. He quickly put a hat on and he turned around and heard a loud crashing noise and moaning coming from downstairs and knew they were inside. He cocked back the two guns and was ready for these mother fuckers. He went out of his room after grabbing his crucifix and Buddha beads and stuffing them in his pocket. All his training let him move with out being noticed and he saw something he has never seen nor believed in. The walking dead it seemed, they were pale and reeked of death, he saw them missing skin all over there bodies, Max started to sweat and he shot one in the face and shot two more of them in the chest, dropping all three of them.

“Fucking chumps.”

He saw the two he shot in the chest start to stir and get up and he stared wide eyed again.
“Why wont you die!?”

He than shot twice and blew there heads off, he was glad to be a natural shot with a gun, but he knew he had to get out of here. He picked his car keys up and his cell phone and there was a text message, he read it and it said.

“Come to the mall, something is seriously wrong.”

Max than went to his car and saw all the dead bodies and things walking around, eating the flesh of the dead and now trying to kill Max. But he was already in his car and heading towards the Mall, he saw all the destruction and chaos, many walking dead. Max was scared, he knew so many people in this town now, what were they all now. Dead he thought now. He drove and pulled into the parking lot seeing another car pull into the lot, he thought was weird, but than he saw a group of fast moving ghouls and he sped up and ran 4 of them over, before he made the car come to a screeching halt and he got out and had his two handguns ready. He backed up and saw whoever was inside and must have locked the door.

“Fuck, I don’t have keys to open the door.”

He kicked the door with the back of his shoe as he shot a few shots at these things.

“PLEASE OPEN UP, IM HUMAN!”

One zombie got so close to him he could feel his cold breath upon his arm before he put a bullet through his eye. Max was scared for his life, he saw more things coming and didn’t know how long he would last.

“GOD DAMN IT, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!!”

He fired the last of the bullets in his handguns and soon he heard clicks as he knew he could not reload that fast, the zombies were coming to fast. What would be his fate?

“Shit… guess this is it”

 

[MarlaSinger]

Robin

OOC: What a great idea. Hope there’s room for me, it will be my first attempt here.

Robin
24 yrs. old
5’7
130lbs
very pale skin
messy black hair
coal black eyes


IC:

Having been obsessed with living dead films since childhood, I generally made sure that I was well prepared for a possible apocalypse of this nature. When CNN started broadcasting clips of these isolated incidents of these random and brutal attacks, a sick panic gripped my guts and I immediately went to my closet and loaded my machine gun, slung it over my shoulder and went outside.

I backed up the land rover right to my front door ( ignoring the curious look from the guy across the street mowing his lawn), locked all the doors and lowered the back window, climbing out of it while leaving it running and systematically gathered a few supplies.

It took me about 10 minutes to throw on some black jeans and a tank top, gather my ‘emergency’ boxes and some ammo, and toss them in the back of the rover alongside of the neatly stacked water, canned goods, and gasoline containers.

On my way out I shut off the fuse box, climbed into the back of the rover and pulled the door to my house shut.

It was only then that I let myself pause for a few seconds and think. Mr. Peshwara was not mowing the lawn, but the mower was still running. Right into those stupid bushes he trimmed every morning. This was...probably not good.

A sudden sick wet THWAP noise on the side of the rover alerted me to the fact that he had probably made some friends while I was inside packing. I didn’t waste time looking- it was all I could do to scramble to the drivers seat with that huge gun slung over my side and press the button to put the rear window up. I released the emergency brake and accelerated toward the nearest shopping mall, as I had imagined it in my many 'what if' fantasies to be the safest place to seek shelter.

Everything looked normal in the neighborhood as I drove. Normal except for the gore splatter on the side windows of the rover, and the lone lawnmower bobbing around in the bushes that is. I wasn’t going to waste a second imagining that I might have been overreacting. Best case scenario—I was just being paranoid, and Mr. Peshwara had had an accident with the mower and was just seeking help…worst case scenario, well, I had an idea that it was about to get worse.

 

[Evil Attorney]

Michael Gould
6' 2"
185lbs
Blond Hair, Blue eyes

Former police officer turned Insurance Investigator.

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Holy shit. Thats what he kept repeating as he surveyed the carnage before him. It was just impressive.

Bodies, moving and otherwise, lay everwere.

Luck that his firm didn't have to pay on all of it, he chuckled to himself...

Movement, 8'oclock.
Shit, 3 of the fuckers. He dropped to one knee and fired a controled burst into #1's head exploding it like a mellon. #2 lunged at him, but he rolled to the side. For a moment, he was face to face with the...thing...

That moment passed when he rolled to his feet and put a .223 round through its skull at 4 feet.

POP...pudding.

#3 was behind him and attempted to grab him, so he sidestepped, brought the stock of the rifle down on its knee, spun away and put a round into the back of its head.

5 rounds expended, 3 kills...shit...this was not going well.

He had lots of ammo for his CAR-15. He loved shooting, and 15 years as a police investigator taught him the value of preperation...but this situation...

Holy Shit.

He had seen some voodo in his day, and even more disturbingly, picked up some of the juice, part of the reason he left the job...but this was something beyond what he even thought possible.

Getting out of town would be a problem, and hanging out in the open would be death...

Dawn was coming...he needed shelter.

The mall...it was big, concreete, lots of hidy holes...it would have to do.

When he arrived, he saw a man being pursued by the dead. He stopped with the car running, flicked off the cover of his scope and looked around.

Clear.

He hoped.

He lay the rifle across his arm and took a breath, expelling half of it. He lead his target and estimated the wind...

He fired. The first shot, over 600 meters, hit the zombie low in the chest, turning him and making him fall. The rest of the zombies got similar, and if it didn't kill them, it gave the other bastard a chance.

He got back into his car and drove to the mall, looking for an enterance. He worked their long ago, and he still did insurance work their. He knew how to get into the place. What he would find...who knows...

 

[poohlive]

The dead were too quiet. They had no noise of the living. It would be hard to think life itself had a sound, something other than a stomach gurglin, or a sneeze, but life really does, it breathes, it sleeps, it gives sounds that you can buzz out when you go to work or school.
But, when it's gone, and the only thing left is that hollow emptiness that echos throughout the corners of the earth, something just pops up as totally wrong in your head. Huge tilt signs blaring at you, sirens coming out, a sixth sense you never knew you had, just screaming bloody murder.
That's how Tony woke up to the day, already looking outside, his completely wide and scared. What had just happened? What the fuck had just happened?
He had heard the stories, the horrible tales from the night before, but they had things under control. They said things were under control. It was just some accident the government was cleaning up.
Now what?
Now the entire city was dead, or dying... and he had a front row seat to it all.
Fuck!
He locked his apartment door, something he had never done in his entire four years here. It was a nice quiet neighborhood, great people... an old couple down the hall, some cute 20 something college student in the place under him. Regular people...
Regular dead people.
He didn't even have a gun. Hell, what in the fuck? This wasn't supposed to be him? He wasn't the kind of guy who survived these fucking post apolcapyptic world altering events. Those were ex military fuckers, who had seen too much action in Nam and slept with beretta's under their beds, the firing pin chiseled so much that if a hard enough breeze came up, the fucker would fire.
They were people who knew how to build shit, engineers who could fix cars, professors that could make a radio out of coconuts and sea water. Women with butch haircuts that had bigger balls than most bikers out there.
He was a god damned corporate advertiser. Corporate advisors don't survive, Mad Max and Stu Redman survive, live to fucking procreate and make the world anew.
What could he do? What could he possibly due?
Nothing. The answer came to him like a used condom, wet, slippery, cold to touch, and in an instant he threw it away. No, there had to be something. He had to do something.
Government. A military camp. There was one, around here, wasn't there? Yes, there had to be. Guys with guns and shaved heads, who didn't fear death. One, two, three, four, I love the Marine Corp. Yes, that's what he needed. Fuckers who've had six weeks of basic training, their hearts taken out and fed to them, and all they did was eat and ask for seconds. He needed and army of those fuckers between him and the barage of shit that had waken up.
But the dead don't wake up... the simply emerge.
On the end of town. East. He had to go east, several miles, alone. No car. He didn't need a car, until today, he thought a car was the worst thing to have in this day and age. Billions of people polluting the earth cause they didn't want to waste ten minutes riding a bike to work.
He wished he had sucked on the corporate oil teat, and been stupid just like everyone else. Today was a day when shit just had to hit the fan, and he didn't have a raincoat.
So, he took the strongest most threatening thing in his house, a hammer, and jumped on his bike, riding east through back alleys and side streets. He couldn't stand being near the main roads. Too much screaming, too many things that still moved which shouldn't...
He had to stop several times to puke up the breakfast he didn't eat, making him feel hungry each time. In the end, he dry heaved, not because he couldn't puke, but because there was nothing left to puke.
A convenience store, still open, with the electricity on. Thank god the electricity was still on. He stepped inside, as fast as he could, grabbed a small tote bag with some Pepsi logo on it, and stuffed it full of water bottles, beef jerky, crackers, and cans of soup. Food mostly. He passed by everything else, things that might be weapons, things he might really need... but he wasn't thinking. His mind had focused in on the East Military camp, everything else leaving him, wafting away, turning into sawdust on the killing machine floor.
He walked out of the store, but there, in the doorway, silhouetted by the morning sun, something towered there, blocking him.
"No...." His hand, shaky, grabbed for the hammer in his belt loop. The thing rushed for him, with surprising speed, too much speed. It ran awkward but determined, wanting him, needing him. He moved back, terrified, the bile coming up in his throat once more. The stench, god damned the stench. His entire body was rotting off as he came toward him.
He let the hammer fall, closing his eyes, not wanting to see anymore, any of it at all. He couldn't. He just couldnt' bring himself to see it all. Only by any grace at all did he hit the thing in the head, the sharp tongued side caving in the skull. The thing shifted like mad, still trying to grab for him, fingers touching, even as it fell, even as it died a second time, rotting flesh and all.
He threw up all over himself, pink sticking to him, matting against the dark blood on the floor.
Two more shadows came toward the door.
Tony ran for the back of the store, going passed crates of food and drink, reaching a back door, and running out into the street. His hammer forgotten, but the tote bag, surprisingly still over his shoulder. He forgot about it though, and if it had dropped, he would have just kept running.
It wasn't long before he sat down, next to a brick wall, his entire body shaking, puke making his shirt stick to his chest, crying into his hands. Unsure what to do, trying to keep what little sanity remained.
The military base... it wouldn't be too far. He had travelled miles and miles now. All he needed was to make it out of the city. It shouldn't be too far. If he could just keep going.
Keep going.
It was then he heard the roar of an engine. A car. Someone was driving a car. His eyes shot up, clear, focused. Those things couldn't drive, they couldn't use a car. That was a person, an honest to God person, someone he could follow, someone who was real, still alive.
He got up, running so fast that he fell flat on his stomach, arms sprawling on the street, getting cut up, fresh blood running freely, but he didn't care. He winced, got up, and ran again, jsut as fast.
Another car... he head it, moving east too. They were going east. Yes! The military base, he could see it, he could hear it. People, shouts, gunshots. All of it, welcome music to his ears. The sounds of life, the sounds of struggle, the whole contrast of the hell he had just been through.
He crossed out of a street, coming into the clearing when he saw it.
A mall...
A mall?
Two cars... three? At a mall?
No, where was the government? Where were the guns, the copters, the military base with hundreds of feet of wire surrounding it, keeping this kinda shit out.
Where was his sanity, his illusion of safety?
He didn't have time to think though, something grunted and growled behind him, making him run without turning back. Like it or not, there were people. It was better than nothing.
God help him, it was better than nothing.

 

[MarlaSinger]

robin

‘Normal’ didn’t last long. It quickly moved to houses on fire, crashed buses, and other vehicles even as I took care to travel by the back roads toward the mall. It was total mayhem. Some of the things were ‘shufflers’, others, freshly dead I imagine, moved a lot faster.

Nothing lunged at the rover unless I had to swerve off road to avoid the wrecks which peppered the streets. After about a half hour or so of driving I came to the busier section, where all the offices and shopping complexes were…the hoards hadn’t seemed to get this far quite yet, and I noticed some cars and trucks. Apparently others had the same idea that I did. Hopefully we could all find a way to get inside and secure before those ‘things’ started mobbing.

Not too far from the parking lot there was one fresh one moving really fast, with two or three older ones in pursuit…the fresh one was alarmingly animated, teeth bared in a grimace and looking exhausted and terrified…odd, as none of the others seemed to have facial expressions.

He fell flat and picked himself up with decidedly living coordination, a large messenger bag with a pepsi logo on the side slung over broad shoulders.

I drove the rover straight over and swerved around him, pinning two of the three deads under the rover’s wheels and knocking a leg and a rotting arm off of the third.

After a quick glance around the otherwise empty parking lot, I ventured out of the car. The one not pinned was twitching and making a crazy gurgling sound, clawing at the pavement with it’s one intact arm directly toward me. To save ammo I grabbed the baseball bat I kept under the drivers seat, and approached it. The stench of old decaying meat nearly knocked me on my ass and I stifled the urge to vomit as I raised the bat up high and swung it down hard on the thing’s gore-covered face, stilling it.

I looked up at the guy who had been running away. He might have been a few years older than me, but it was impossible to tell with all the puke covering his shirt. He was panicked, rightly so, and a complete mess. I am sure that my horror wasn’t doing much to make me look very good either, but he looked like he was living and that was all I needed to see.

“Get in, before more come!” I shouted over to him, breathless from the impossibly sick encounter I just had, and the two squirming, half crushed recently dead-but-not-really’s under the rover.

I jumped back into the rover and unlocked the passenger side door.

 

[poohlive]

It took Tony a moment to even register what happened. He stood there, calm, eyes wide but half asleep, seeing this huge vehicle miss him by inches, and crash into a group of things, pinning them all against the brick wall. His own mortality lost for a moment, as the vision was lost to him. He had nothing more to say, nothing he could do.
The smell, a hundred different onces meeting him, some more pleasent. Oil, rich and thick, now sweet smelling, like candles on a birthday cake. The smooth engine humming like a kitten, that gravelly sound of wanton and readiness in an idling car. It wanted to go, it had the true need for speed.
Tony didn't even register the girl, the living girl who had saved him until she told him to get in the car.
He noticed a dozen or so undead creatures, aimlessly wandering the parking lot now, some closer to the mall, others just clammering towards it, like dead yuppies who have heard of some impossible half off sale.
And, in all of this, surprisingly, the only thing Tony could think of, was this is no way to impress a lady. Here he was covered in his own vomit, tears streaming down his face, unkempt, bloody, broken, and she had just saved him, calm, cool collective. She had the grace of a cat, sliding out of the car, her bat raised high, killing the fucker.
He didn't know why a time like this he thought of how bad of an impression he had just made, but still... that thought came to him just the same.
He stumbled into the car, shutting the door, locking it, leaning against the side in utter exhaustion, physically and mentally. He had ridden too far and too hard. It came back to bite him now, as he grasped for breath.
"Thank you... thank you," he repeated between breaths.
"I was trying.... to go east... the military base... But..."
He shook his head, he didn't know anymore. He had no clue. The military base seemed the only place anyone would want to go. Why were they stopping at a mall? People, knocking on doors to get in, trying to find a way inside. No! The military base! They had guns, they had training. They knew how to deal with this shit.
They did, didn't they?
Didn't they? Someone, somewhere must have thought in their wildest dreams this kind of shit would come up, and there would need to be procedures for said shit when and if it did indeed come up. Project Blue Book, or something.
"My name's Tony," he said, after a moment, trying to gather himself, at least for her sake. She looked scared enough, the last thing she needed was for him to go off on her too. He just held onto himself, shaking the morning off like a wet towel.
"I didn't know where else to go. They were everywhere, all over the news... but the news stopped broadcasting early this morning. Only special reports now and then. I thought it was over, so I went to sleep... when I woke up..."
He looked out on the death of the world.
"I thought I could make it with a hammer," this thought made him laugh, a hammer. A hammer, and he could fight this shit off, did he really believe that? In even the foggiest of dreams, could a hammer solve such a problem as this?
"I... I'm sorry, I must be a mess," He grabbed at his shirt, dirty and old, tunbuttoning it, taking it off, wiping the blood, tears, shit, and guts from him.

 

[Aaron Dazer]

Billy Bob Cole

Billy Bob Cole

6’4”
300Lbs, 50/50 bulk and muscle
Shirtless hairy chest, Denim Overalls, Size 14 ½ combat boots
Straw hat
Full bushy beard, and mustache to go with it.
Missing two front teeth, but not that repulsive. Could clean up well.

Old beat Chevy, Very large utility Size, Raised High, off road-tires, best attempt a poor man can make at a Monster Truck.
Color: Rust and Blue,
White camper in back
West Virginia Plates.

Littered with Bumper Stickers, “NRA,” “Gun’s don’t kill people I do.” “if you love something let it free, If it comes back it’s yours. If it don’t. hunt it down and KILL IT!”

The kinda of thing you don’t want to see pulling up in the diner your in. Except maybe today.

“Dam that, Free UFC tickets my ass. Those Fucking telemarkerts. I told mom she should never have got that dam Phone. I hate coming to the fucking city.“ and he talks to him self.

“I need some more fucking chew too.” He sticks his head out the window to spit. Takes his double barrel shot guy and blows the head off a zombie eating a dog form the back ends.
“Now I’ve see everything. Fucking ass zombie eating a dogs ass.” He spits again.

Littered along his front seat. Shells and lots of em. Several empty ones too. Full gun rack. Modified M16A1 Rifle, his pride a SPATS 12 Gage Gas powered Automatic Shotgun. Several hunting rifles. He’s got his .357, .44 mag in the middle of his bench seat. And he don’t even fucking know what else under the seat.

“Fire on the mountain run boy run, the devils in the house of the rising sun.” BLAM shot gun fire another dead zombie. “Chicken in the Breadpan.” Blam shot gun fire. He continues to sing terribly with Charlie Daniel’s band. Spit dripping off his beard.

“what’s this?” he looks over and sees a mall. Several cars in it. He pulls in. “Those fuckers better have a tobacco shop.”

“I’ve don’t told you once you son of a bitch I’m the best there’s ever been. Fire on the mountain.” BLAM Shot gun fire.

/ooc PM if this is cool plz.

 

[MarlaSinger]

robin

I was impressed at how fast this guy could compose himself after the harrowing journey he had breathlessly described. I stole a longer glance at him while he turned to lock the door and remove his tattered, filthy shirt. Perspiration made my tank top cling to me like cello wrap and gore from the baseball strike was smeared and splattered across my chest, arms and forehead. I had no time earlier to think about finding a bra when scrambling around and for a split second felt rather self conscious. He was really good looking, and I was sure that I looked like a complete freak, with bed-snarled hair and last nights mascara smudged under my eyes on top of the days’ embellishment of rotting splattered brains and sweat.

More shufflers and a few faster ones were approaching. I spun the rover around and gunned it toward the entrance where I could see a dark haired man screaming and pounding on a glass door, trying to get in.

Just then a huge rusty blue giant of a chevy pulled in closeby, edging precariously close to the glass entrance. A sense of reassurance washed over me as I also noticed another car pull up.

“Glad to meet you, Tony, I'm Robin.” I gasped to my passenger. “Hammer?” I laughed quietly, shaking my head, impressed as hell.
“You made it this far with just a hammer…nice. I barely got to my car this morning armed with a machine gun. I’d say that so far, you’re doing ok.” I tried to manage a smile but it was difficult to say the least.

I let the rover idle, facing the parking lot and back end up close to the doors (where the dark haired guy was pounding and yelling to get in) and motioned to the glove box.

“It’s nothing special, but there’s a small pistol in there with a couple of clips. It’s better than nothing, and I don’t see that hammer. Take it.”

The deads still had a ways before they got to close to where we were, but all this car/truck activity was getting their attention. I took a precious second and found a tissue in my pocket to try and dab away some of the old makeup and gore off of my face.

In the rear view mirror I saw the shape of a curvy, athletic woman behind the glass door. She moved like the living, and I hoped she was planning on letting us inside.

 

[badbabysitter]

Linda

"PLEASE OPEN UP I"M HUMAN!"

A shot

"GOD DAMNIT, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR"

Linda shook of the numb shock she was in and the cold rush came over her again. The rush she got everytime she was put on point in an entry. The same rush whenever her unit had to wander into a fubar situation. The same cold rush that came over when shit had to get down.

Linda jumped to her feet and saw the crew cut man pounding at the door. Controlled fear in his eyes, but she could tell that control was slipping way. She knew it all to well..she'd been fighting these fuckers all night.

She hustled to the door, quickly unlocking the door. The man pushed his way in. Just then a range rover was backing up to the door. followed by a piece of shit truck and camper.

Shit this was becoming a convetion...

A hick the size of montana came out of the camper. A cute goth girl and some yuppue came out of the range rover. The hick was no idiot and hauled ass into the mall. The range roveer couple were fucking chit chatting though.

"DOWN" I yelled.

They may have been civilians but they knew how to follow instructions well and hit the deck.

As they dropped, i went to one knee and pulled my service Glock and Paulos out and rained death down on the 4 ghouls that were coming up behind them.

10 shots in 3 seconds and they were spaghetti.

I moved quickly forward and dragged the two civilians inside and slammed the door shut, locking it behind me.

I turned to my four new guests.

Could only imagine the scene.. a blood splattered woman in SWAT suit staring down at them with a smoking gun.

" Everyone okay?"

 

[poohlive]

"Yeah," he said, idly, not sure what else to say. Is everyone ok? Is this shit ok? None of this is okay. Things stopped being ok two days ago, when people who were dead continued to move. If there were ever an opposite to "okay," this would be it, right here.
He brushed himself off the floor, got up, and moved over to one of those crystal clear fountains, spewing forth clear water against a backdrop of penny riddled pond floor.
He used his shirt, cleaning it the best he could, and then wiped himself clean. It felt good to be clean, normal. All of those fucking juices just literally destroying him. He could handle things better when he was clean, think... he could fucking think.
He tore his shirt up, taking a piece of damp cloth, and moved over to Robin.
"Here," He smiled, wiping her face and arms, helping get foreign brain matter out of her hair, "Robin. I'm glad, for everything. You saved my life."
He looked up at the woman, who looked like she did this kinda shit for a living. It wouldn't surprise him.
"Are you from the government, the military base? I heard there was one, east of town. I was trying to get there when... when, well, they were just too much. They keep coming."
He looked out the window, and indeed it was true. The few she had just sent were replaced by half a dozen more. He could just imagine more and more following to line them up. Hundreds of thousands of millions of people going to sleep last night, only to wake up with the weirdest appetite ever. How many of them? Just how many couldn't die?
And how many were still human? Any at all? He had to think the military camp was setting something up, to save everyone, to get them out of this mess. He had to...
They couldn't just be on their own...
Could they?
He leaned next to Robin, unsure what to do, what to think.

 

[badbabysitter]

Linda

"Are you from the government, the military base? I heard there was one, east of town. I was trying to get there when... when, well, they were just too much. They keep coming."

Linda unstrapped her helmet and dropped it down on the floor. The yuppie and the goth girl..Robin was her name leaned into each other. The other two guys just seemed shell shocked. Well, maybe not the mountain man..he seemed to be enjoying himself.

She put away the glocks into her secreted holsters in her SWAT vest.

" Military base? Government? I havent heard a damn thing.." she sighed and went back and leaned against the wall. Sliding herself down.

This was obviously not the news they wanted to hear. Fuck, sometimes playing supercop sucked. She took a deep breath and began to speak.

" I'm Sgt. Riggs, Linda Riggs. I'm with the PD SWAT unit" , to emphasize I tinged my badge with a finger nail and pointed to the big word SWAT across my vest... " I've been fighting these damn things since about 9 o'clock last night. We thought we were holding ground, but they kept coming. We were sent to a General Hospital to act as a defense centre..."

Linda paused.. she didnt want to continue, didnt want to go back there in her mind..but she had to if these people were going to be able to wake up and function.

" but the Hospital was a disaster. They kept bringing wounded in.. and we soon found out that when you're bitten, you're infected. ..the patients became our attackers.."

Her voice choked up..but she continued

" And they kept coming from both ends, patients, victims, people looking for shelter, the dead rising up in the hospital..."

Tears were brimming up in her eyes

" They thought they could hold it, even the soldiers they sent in thought they could..it was a slaughter... six of my unit barely made it out.. we quickly got seperated..this was only around 1 am.. since then we've run and fought and tried to keep our shit together"

She fished out her police radio from her belt and slid it across the room.

" I stopped hearing police dispatches about 3 hours ago, and the last uniform I heard was about an hour ago.. only static since"

The grim faces were pale all around her, but they were listeneing.

" I've seen TV's on and reports..but havent seen a single defense shelter or heard from anyone since then.. the Hospital was supposed to be the HQ for the city"

Linda leaned her head back, sighed deeply, wiped blood and tears from her cheek.

" In short..we're fucked"

Linda got to her feet and started loading shells into the shotgun.

" This is Testament Mall..its probably the securest damn place around for miles..but its only going to stay that way if we keep things smart."

linda walked in fron of them all.The tear tracks had left empty trails through the mask of blood on her face.

" We've all been through alot.. yesterday morning when I got up..I was a wife,....... I....I... was a mother............"

She looked each one in the eye

"But thats all over now"

She locked and loaded the shotgun. And with the barrel she pointed at the corpses of the "mother and son"

" Those two were here when i got here..and a door was unlocked.. that means a few things..1) there are other survivors here.. or Two.. there are more of those things from out there in here with us"

She forced a strined confident grin..she doubted she was fooling anyone. But finally, here was a cop when they needed one.

"We're going to make it through this..but we're going to have to work together"

 

[badbabysitter]

Linda

"Are you from the government, the military base? I heard there was one, east of town. I was trying to get there when... when, well, they were just too much. They keep coming."

Linda unstrapped her helmet and dropped it down on the floor. The yuppie and the goth girl..Robin was her name leaned into each other. The other two guys just seemed shell shocked. Well, maybe not the mountain man..he seemed to be enjoying himself.

She put away the glocks into her secreted holsters in her SWAT vest.

" Military base? Government? I havent heard a damn thing.." she sighed and went back and leaned against the wall. Sliding herself down.

This was obviously not the news they wanted to hear. Fuck, sometimes playing supercop sucked. She took a deep breath and began to speak.

" I'm Sgt. Riggs, Linda Riggs. I'm with the PD SWAT unit" , to emphasize I tinged my badge with a finger nail and pointed to the big word SWAT across my vest... " I've been fighting these damn things since about 9 o'clock last night. We thought we were holding ground, but they kept coming. We were sent to a General Hospital to act as a defense centre..."

Linda paused.. she didnt want to continue, didnt want to go back there in her mind..but she had to if these people were going to be able to wake up and function.

" but the Hospital was a disaster. They kept bringing wounded in.. and we soon found out that when you're bitten, you're infected. ..the patients became our attackers.."

Her voice choked up..but she continued

" And they kept coming from both ends, patients, victims, people looking for shelter, the dead rising up in the hospital..."

Tears were brimming up in her eyes

" They thought they could hold it, even the soldiers they sent in thought they could..it was a slaughter... six of my unit barely made it out.. we quickly got seperated..this was only around 1 am.. since then we've run and fought and tried to keep our shit together"

She fished out her police radio from her belt and slid it across the room.

" I stopped hearing police dispatches about 3 hours ago, and the last uniform I heard was about an hour ago.. only static since"

The grim faces were pale all around her, but they were listeneing.

" I've seen TV's on and reports..but havent seen a single defense shelter or heard from anyone since then.. the Hospital was supposed to be the HQ for the city"

Linda leaned her head back, sighed deeply, wiped blood and tears from her cheek.

" In short..we're fucked"

Linda got to her feet and started loading shells into the shotgun.

" This is Testament Mall..its probably the securest damn place around for miles..but its only going to stay that way if we keep things smart."

linda walked in fron of them all.The tear tracks had left empty trails through the mask of blood on her face.

" We've all been through alot.. yesterday morning when I got up..I was a wife,....... I....I... was a mother............"

She looked each one in the eye

"But thats all over now"

She locked and loaded the shotgun. And with the barrel she pointed at the corpses of the "mother and son"

" Those two were here when i got here..and a door was unlocked.. that means a few things..1) there are other survivors here.. or Two.. there are more of those things from out there in here with us"

She forced a strined confident grin..she doubted she was fooling anyone. But finally, here was a cop when they needed one.

"We're going to make it through this..but we're going to have to work together"

 

[Evil Attorney]

Gould hauled ass after firing those shots. He hoped the guy who he saved made it, but he wasn't sticking around to find out.

How smart were the dead? Probably smart enough to know that gunfire meant food...so food, i.e. him, was hauling ass out of the area.

While driving, he came across a police car. It was destroyed, ofcourse, but it may have a shotgun or a raido.

He pulled his car up close, exited his car with his rifle and carefuly looked inside it.

Blood everywere, and a severed head staring at him. Litteraly...

He reached into his car, pulled out a roofing hammer and smashed it. No sence leaving a "wittness"

The shotgun was gone, but some shells were on the ground, so he took them, and althought the cruisor's raido was destroyed, he found the officer's tatical raido.

After getting away from the car, he called out on it using his old raido handle, "hot cock"

He transmited "Break for a raido check people. Hot Cock calling in.Break for a raido check people. Hot Cock calling in....come on you doughnut eating assholes, its me...someone has got to be alive..."

He hoped at least someone from his department was alive...well, except for that bitch, Sgt. Linda Riggs.

He didn't like her, she didn't like him.

During his last years on the force in IA, he crossed swords with her. It wasn't his fault that her partner at the time had been the focus of a drug running opperation, or the fact that she didn't know it because he hid his "other life" rather well...but she resented his taking him down reguardless.

Heh...the thin blue wall...riddled with holes...

While arresting her partner, she and he had stared each other down over drawn guns. No backup in her, he would give her that. Spine of solid Uranium...he just didn't like her all that much.

The nerve of a Sargent drawing on a IA invstigator...

Well, if she was alive, G0D bless her. He still just didn't like her all that much...

 

[Aaron Dazer]

Billy Bob Cole

Turning off the stereo Billy Bob pulled his Navy Sea bag he got from the Surplus store he always shopped at. Threw in his rifles and his various handguns and the thew in as much of the ammo he could. reloaded his 15 chamber modified 20 gage. Though big Billy bob was rather dexterous. He managed all this while following the Rover to the front of the mall. Years of Smoking (pot), Chewing, drinking, shifting and Eating McDonalds doing 40 around hairpins, are paying off.

"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."

 

[badbabysitter]

Linda

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

Just then , her radio lying on the floor burst from static into a voice

"Break for a raido check people. Hot Cock calling in.Break for a raido check people. Hot Cock calling in....come on you doughnut eating assholes, its me...someone has got to be alive..."

Motherfuck, Linda thought, of all the people to be alive, that asshole Gould had to be one of them. Fucking rat squad. Half the department threw a party when he quit.

She scramble to it before the others could react.

" Gould! We're amred and secure at Testament Mall, South Entrance.. give us an ETA and we'll keep a candle in the window for you"

Linda didnt wait for a response, she turned to the yuppie, and pulled a glock from her vest holster.

" Sorry to do this sir, but you're going have to learn sometime. "

She handed the pistol hilt first to him.

" Same principle as a camera. Point and shoot. Little switch there on the side is the safety, flick it or it wont fire. But dont flick it untill you need to"

Linda wasnt going to talk dwon to him like so many men did during her training.

She turned to the others..we got company coming, when he gives the word, we're opening one of those doors and opening a path for him"

Of course it made sense why Gould lived, zombies didnt eat rats.

 

[Aaron Dazer]

Bill Bob Cole

"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.

 

[amon_darknight]

Max

They were all inside the building and the doors were locked. For some reason this reminded him of his recon missions in the Gulf. He hated it there and he hates it here. What the fuck was going on in this world. He listened to this SWAT officer go on about what was happening and it only made him frown. When she pointed to her vest and made sure everyone knew she was SWAT he only chuckled. He dropped the empty clips and put them in his bag and reloaded his two handguns as she spoke.

“What was once dead now lives and we are stuck in here like a rat in a trap.”

He 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.”

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

“How long do you think that door is going to hold them? I don’t think for very long. What ever we…”

He than heard the radio come alive and a voice telling them that he was coming, brought some hope to him. But then it dawned on him, how the hell was he supposed to get in here with out them getting in here as well. Sure they had a lot of guns, but ammo didn’t last forever. He shook his head and had to hold faith. He took in a deep breath and saw the SWAT officer hand a handgun to the innocent man and he again shook his head. He walked over to him and looked to him.

“My name is Max, only use it if you got to. Just feel it out. That is what I taught myself and I am a pretty good shot. Just stick with me, just remember shoot them before they kill you.”

He trained a lot of people in the Navy to be a better shooter, but he didn’t know what he could do with this one. He would do all he could for him though. The others though seemed to have a good amount of knowledge of how to handle firearms. The black haired woman had a large machine gun and this large mountain man seemed to have a entire arsenal at his disposal. So maybe they could make this work, since there was a trained officer here, Max would not have to be a leader, he never was the type, so he would leave the decisions to her and the rest of them, he would just follow as he felt he had to.

“How did things come to this, were we so ignorant to the fact of life that we are being punished now.”

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.

 

[MarlaSinger]

robin

I sat at the edge of the fountain , Tony leaning against me. I was too tired and freaked out by the fucked-ness of the entire situation to protest as he wiped some of the dead filth from my hair, and directed my attention to Linda and the others.

I was thinking about getting supplies from the rover, but this was a mall, and surely it would be better to keep the car stocked in case a hasty departure needed to happen.

This woman, Sgt. Riggs, looked like she knew her shit and could help us all stay alive. As she talked and moved, I watched her, absorbing all this insane information and trying to make sense out of it. I was never really attracted to women, but there was something about her that made me feel like I wanted to impress her. I sure as shit didn’t want to get on her bad side.

She had a way with words, that’s for sure. When she yelled “DOWN” a few minutes ago in the parking lot, I dropped like a fly without thinking. I didn’t even see those fuckers coming up behind us.

I kept the machine gun pointed away from the others and knew I would have to use it when Linda mentioned that we were going to have to clear a path for the incoming company. I also hoped that I could find ammo for it inside as the rest of the clips were back in the rover.

After she had shown Tony the glock, I 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.

 

[Evil Attorney]

Cunt motherfucking numbnutted brainless shit headed bitch....

She lived...

Ok. ok...she was cute, but oh...headache...

He would let her hang for a few hours. Anticipate him, worry over him, curse him out and then be relieved (or not) when he called in later.

He went to CVS, and after dispatching the zombies in the drugstore he got some tylenol, then decided to grab some of everything. The hospital was a no-man's land, so he did it over the counter...well, prescription, anyway...Antibiotics, morphine, first aid surgical supplies, the works.

He found some of the drugs the government distributed early on to stave off...whatever this was...it seemed to work a little, but their wasn't enough of it or time to perfect it. Either way, he took it.

The gunstore had been looted, not a bullet in sight, so he made a few stops to were his old friends from narcotics used to go when they needed an arrest (or a fix...)

Motherload...the bloods had what he needed. He loaded the rifles and cases of ammo into his crown victoria with the police pursuit engine. He love that car. Expensive to maintain, but fuck...it moved.

Sufficiently armed, he now looked for food to take with him. He didn't want to show up empty handed.

He found a krispy kreeme and took several dozen of the packed boxes which were still fresh. If the sight of ammo, medicine and doughnuts didn't make Riggs a little nicer, he would simply shoot her...then when she turned, kneecap her and keep her as a zombie for a while, then shoot her again.

Of all the bitchy little chicks...

Oh, yeah...liquor...he went and found a case of good wine (in emergencies, people always get the cheap stuff) and a case of excelent scotch.

It was sureal...everwere he went, people were dead. Even in the outskirts of town were the gangs lived...it was quiet.

How odd...

Ocasionaly, during all this, he encountered a zombie, but during the day they seemed weak, distracted...slower than usual.

He called in "Hey, Headache...pick up the raido...I found you some Krispy Kreemes, ammo, bandaids and liquor..."

 

[poohlive]

Tony held the gun in his hand, dead cold steel. It felt alive though, alive and heavy, like a snake ready to bite at any moment. He didn't know what to feel with this in his hands, so much power, euphoric, even excited for a moment, but then, also, fear, and some extremely sadness that said it all came to this.
Fuck, it really did all come to this.
They were talking about staying here... no, deciding to stay here. They wanted this place to be boarded up and turned into a cage that would keep them out. Trapped. The word kept coming to him, trapped. The government base, there had to be something there.
It just wasn't possible that the last refuge was some stupid mall where a bunch of strangers made some hellish last stand.
He had paid his taxes, where in the fuck were the tanks and helicoptors and nuclear weapons that made this nasty dreams go away. Where were they?
He looked up at Max, telling him to stay close. Tony nodded, although not understanding. Everyone here looked like they had trained for years and years, and him? Hell, he could take a demographic apart and find out if the soccer mom's will buy his product better if a guy was in the ad or a girl, but the glock in his hand was about as foreign as a phazer gun.
Point and shoot. It didn't seem too hard, did it? Just like a camera. Take pictures of those zombies, before they died, before they turned to walking jello on the streets, before they gnawed off a lovely piece of leg or arm.
Robin stood up, taking her shirt off, cleaning herself off. He didn't want to watch her, those perk nipples, her soft breasts, bounce every time she moved. It almost felt wrong, but then, it felt right too, comforting almost. Normal, in the middle of hell, his fucking cock still worked as it careened against his pants.
It was a good feeling, and he didn't want it to stop.
He 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."
He listened like everyone else to the radio call, "He does know we're in a mall right? And there are several stores with all of that shit and more..."

 

[Aaron Dazer]

Billy bob

"Ack you can't give someone a Pistol that don’t know guns! he'll hurt him self. Here hammerguy take a shotgun. The're made for old ladies that can't see. Just keep the barrel away from you and you'll be fine. It’s really hard to miss using a buck shot." He hands hammer guy a basic looking 12 gage pump action 6 chamber shot gun.

“I’m going to sears and get some power tools. Then headed over to Barnes and Nobles how-to section. If this is the way the world is we got to start thinking ahead.” Suddenly Mr. Cole don’t look as stupid as he did before.

“I think we should stay in pairs. One group looking for food, one looking for Medical supplies and the other’s keeping watch on the doors. Once we get food and Band aids we start calling random numbers to get contact with as many people as we can. Start with Police and government. I think the best place we could head for is the state prison. What can keep people in can keep zombies out. And they’ll all have guns too. My cousin is a guard back in my state. They have riot gear too. I my self wouldn’t mind some Kevlar right now. This zombisme gets transferred with bites right?” Billy bob looks around waiting for reactions. Looks everyone in the eyes except Robin eyes, his gaze was a little south of the eyes there. “So does little lady want to go with big ‘ol Billy? Getting Medical supplies and tools?” he smiles. Looking as charming as a Hillbilly could.


/ooc Honestly A normal everyday person has issues with Pistols. they aren't easy to handle with out moderate training. A Rifle is point and shoot. Truly the best gun for a Amateur is a Shot gun.

 

[badbabysitter]

Linda

What kind of idiot was Gould?

Linda barked back into the radio " We're at Testament Shopping Mall..what are the odds we have food here.. and theres a freaking gunshop here too"

What a fucking maroon, Linda thought.

Oh crap, Billy gave hammer boy a shotgun. Yeah, using a shotgun was easier. But she had given him a gun with an empty clip. She didnt want him accidently killing himself, but she did want him feeling secure. It ewas a nice gesture Billy, but now we got a potential situation here she thought to herself.

So Robin was a nurse, good. If one of them got hurt there would be no help. Now there was at least something.

" Billy, searching the mall is a pretty good idea, but I'd feel alot better waitng for mY "FRIENd' (grimace), I've seen alot of people die tonight and I'll be damned if one more dies because I'm shopping"

Linda began to pace in"think mode". She hadnt become second in command of her SWAT unit because of affirmative action. She got that spot because she was good.

" The prison idea is a great one and a shitty one..yeah, its secure, yeah, they got guns and armour and grub..but.." she paused , " its only about 30 miles east of here, and if you hadnt noticed travelling isnt our best option..also its designed to keep people in.. like the prisoners it currently has..( or had she muttered under her breath)..and if the prison isnt rioting now, it sure as will be by the time we arrive..and how long do you think you can keep 1200 men off of two women"

It was only now Linda noticed Robin had taken off her top. She quickly looked away half emberassed. But as she continued to talk, she stole glances back to the young womans pert breasts. It had been years since she had a womans touch..she banished those stupid thoughts from her head. Concentrate.

"I say we give him another 30 minutes, then leave Gould for dead..if he's an ass enough to not tell us he's coming, we shouldnt have to wait..besides.." she said looking back further into the mall, " ..who knows if we're alone"

 

[MarlaSinger]

"Maybe big ole' Billy should pair up with Tony, to help him with the shotgun." I said in a low even 'don't-fuck-with-me' tone.

I folded my arms over my chest, the damp black tank top not doing much once it was back on, rather clinging to me as though I was one of those mtv moronic drunks at spring break. The small nipple barbells might get in the way with all this potential gore waiting to happen, but I figured I would deal with that later.

"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.... " I 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.

Flustered, I shut up and hoped we came to a smoke shop soon. Or a tool shop. I liked the idea of welding shut some of the bigger entrances...after all, they could always be UN-welded.

 

[poohlive]

Inside of five minutes he had already been handed two weapons, with a promise of more. He let the handgun, making sure three times the safety was on, slip into his waistband. A shotgun, a real shotgun, something he hadn't held in years. Not since he went duck hunting as a child, not since he hunted game with his dead, stupid little pieces of flesh running about...
A shotgun.
He held it, not knowing why this felt somehow worse in his hands. A handgun was so small, innocent, compared to this. The shotgun was a weapon of mass destruction, multiple destruction. He felt scared just holding it.
But he did, and thanked the man who gave it to him, talking about supplies already, things they needed. Tony just sat there, by the fountain breathing, holding the gun, looking out as now dozens and dozens of rigid monsters were now walking aimlessly inside the parking lot. Some of them pressing against the glass, knocking slow and methodically on it. Others just walking in some weird circular pattern for no reason. One even was near the Range rover, hovering near the door he hadn't closed when they ran inside with wild fever.
Could they plow a trail for some guy that wanted to come in... could they do the same thing for anyone else that needed shelter? Had they enough bullets, enough people, enough power?
They were just coming and coming.
It seemed so useless.
Too many people wanted to do too many things. Stay here, help the guy outside, search the mall, call others, get supplies. He just shook his head, holding the sick gun in his hand, and waiting for a decision to be made.
The government would come. They had planes, they had guns, they had people. He would just need to contact them, get a hold of them. Call them, radio them, something... something.
They would come, and this nightmare would be over.
He just had to wait.