SpiffySorry was going to write more, but apparently I forgot to pay my internet bill on time lol. Hopefully ill have it up and running tomorrow. I just wrote that Johnny post from my phone which was a pain in the ass. Anyway, stay classy.
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Johnny
Johnny's first initial reaction was to leave them both. Not far off in the distance he could see a dead man lying in the street, his guts spilling out from his torn open chest. As Frank and the kid continued to speak, he focused in on the dead guy. He was still moving. A few seconds later the dead guy attempted to get up, with his arms moving aimlessly in search for flesh.
"What the fuck!?" He mumbled to himself.
They were reanimating. Whatever the hell they were, they were multiplying right before his eyes. He turned his focus back to the survivors next to him. The kid spoke of a farm, not unreasonably far from here. However, the getting there part seemed to be a problem. They needed a ride, but even still, the roads were backed up making it nearly impossible to get out.
"Wait a minute," he muttered. He had an idea. It was a shit idea, but an idea nonetheless. "Come on!"
He led them down the street heading North, staying quick but also using anything for cover that they passed. A few moments later they could see a broken sign on top of a tavern that said: Hog Haven. It was a local downtown bar he used to frequent, but more importantly it was a biker bar. Sure enough, there were still a bunch of bikes parked out front.
"It'll be easier to get out on a bike," he told Frank. "If we can get two running, you take the kid and I'll follow. Besides, I think the bartender used to have a shotgun under the register."
He also knew that the bikers loved their motorcycles more than life itself here. If the bikes were still in the parking lot, it either meant they were still inside, or already dead. Either way, Johnny ran up and opened the door.
Silence.
"Wait here, I'll be right back," he told Frank.
The first thing he noticed was the blood on the floor, then the smell of death soon after. Then he heard the sound of something crunching, it was faint at first, but quickly it became louder. As he walked further in he could see the corpses. He knelt down and searched a few of their pockets, successfully picking up a few keys.
Mission accomplished.
Johnny half grinned as he stood back up, ready to get back to the others. Something else stood though, he caught its figure rise from his peripheral vision. He took a deep breath then turned to face it.
It was one of the regulars. A large man wearing a vest that read: Hell's Reaper, on the back. The biker's entire cheek on the left side of his face was torn off, revealing flesh and bone. His eyes were pale white and he seemed to be smiling back at Johnny. He began to stagger forward.
"My God you're ugly," Johnny said.
The undead biker gave off a bone chilling shrieking noise, then quickened its pace as it lunged toward him. Johnny dove over the bar without hesitation, immediately in search of the shotgun he knew once stayed somewhere down here.
The infected man leapt over the bar after him, sloppily landing on his face near Johnnys feet. In a panic, Johnny grabbed a bottle of Irish whiskey and smashed it half open against the floor. As the creature grabbed at his legs, he began to continuously stab at it. Over and over again, he stabbed the infecteds throat, his shoulders, his face and eyes. Blood showered all over Johnny as he did so, until finally, the dead guy seemed dead again; unmoving.
"Asshole," Johnny said, wiping away some blood from his face.
He then opened the nearest bottle of rum and took a nice, long swig of it. Standing up he called out to the others. "It's clear."
He figured they had a few moments to gather some supplies, by that he was thinking booze. Lots of booze. As the two came in, he took it upon himself to put on some of one of the dead guy's clothes. He threw on some jeans and boots, as well as a 'hells reaper' biker vest. He also got a fresh pack of marlboro reds and a silver zippo that had the word 'groovy' engraved on it. He lit a cigarette and took a moment to enjoy the hit.
"Couldn't find the shotgun, but we have keys," he said, tossing one over to Frank. "Lets ride."
Johnny's first initial reaction was to leave them both. Not far off in the distance he could see a dead man lying in the street, his guts spilling out from his torn open chest. As Frank and the kid continued to speak, he focused in on the dead guy. He was still moving. A few seconds later the dead guy attempted to get up, with his arms moving aimlessly in search for flesh.
"What the fuck!?" He mumbled to himself.
They were reanimating. Whatever the hell they were, they were multiplying right before his eyes. He turned his focus back to the survivors next to him. The kid spoke of a farm, not unreasonably far from here. However, the getting there part seemed to be a problem. They needed a ride, but even still, the roads were backed up making it nearly impossible to get out.
"Wait a minute," he muttered. He had an idea. It was a shit idea, but an idea nonetheless. "Come on!"
He led them down the street heading North, staying quick but also using anything for cover that they passed. A few moments later they could see a broken sign on top of a tavern that said: Hog Haven. It was a local downtown bar he used to frequent, but more importantly it was a biker bar. Sure enough, there were still a bunch of bikes parked out front.
"It'll be easier to get out on a bike," he told Frank. "If we can get two running, you take the kid and I'll follow. Besides, I think the bartender used to have a shotgun under the register."
He also knew that the bikers loved their motorcycles more than life itself here. If the bikes were still in the parking lot, it either meant they were still inside, or already dead. Either way, Johnny ran up and opened the door.
Silence.
"Wait here, I'll be right back," he told Frank.
The first thing he noticed was the blood on the floor, then the smell of death soon after. Then he heard the sound of something crunching, it was faint at first, but quickly it became louder. As he walked further in he could see the corpses. He knelt down and searched a few of their pockets, successfully picking up a few keys.
Mission accomplished.
Johnny half grinned as he stood back up, ready to get back to the others. Something else stood though, he caught its figure rise from his peripheral vision. He took a deep breath then turned to face it.
It was one of the regulars. A large man wearing a vest that read: Hell's Reaper, on the back. The biker's entire cheek on the left side of his face was torn off, revealing flesh and bone. His eyes were pale white and he seemed to be smiling back at Johnny. He began to stagger forward.
"My God you're ugly," Johnny said.
The undead biker gave off a bone chilling shrieking noise, then quickened its pace as it lunged toward him. Johnny dove over the bar without hesitation, immediately in search of the shotgun he knew once stayed somewhere down here.
The infected man leapt over the bar after him, sloppily landing on his face near Johnnys feet. In a panic, Johnny grabbed a bottle of Irish whiskey and smashed it half open against the floor. As the creature grabbed at his legs, he began to continuously stab at it. Over and over again, he stabbed the infecteds throat, his shoulders, his face and eyes. Blood showered all over Johnny as he did so, until finally, the dead guy seemed dead again; unmoving.
"Asshole," Johnny said, wiping away some blood from his face.
He then opened the nearest bottle of rum and took a nice, long swig of it. Standing up he called out to the others. "It's clear."
He figured they had a few moments to gather some supplies, by that he was thinking booze. Lots of booze. As the two came in, he took it upon himself to put on some of one of the dead guy's clothes. He threw on some jeans and boots, as well as a 'hells reaper' biker vest. He also got a fresh pack of marlboro reds and a silver zippo that had the word 'groovy' engraved on it. He lit a cigarette and took a moment to enjoy the hit.
"Couldn't find the shotgun, but we have keys," he said, tossing one over to Frank. "Lets ride."
Gonna try and get some posts up later tonight, but I just got off work and need some booze. Stay classy.
Ethan
"Just keep running!" Ethan called out to Ashley.
There was panic all around them. His lungs burned in pain, but they couldn't stop. People were killing people everywhere. One of the crazed infected grabbed a hold of the young student and bit deep into her arm, tearing out a piece of her flesh as it yanked its head back. The poor girl screamed a blood chilling tone as Ethan push kicked the attacker away. He pulled her with him as they continued on.
"He...bit me!??" she squealed, tears falling down her cheeks.
Ethan looked behind him to see the attacker jump onto another random person.
"We have to find a place to rest," Ethan said, though he wasn't even sure where he was at this point.
There were large buildings on either side of them, with helicopters swarming through the air. People running into others, people eating people, and vehicles backed up unable to move. The sound of sirens filled the air as an ambulance came around the bend at a quick speed, but it lost control and drove directly into a nearby gas station pump. The explosion could be felt from where they were, as fire erupted to the sky.
They ran by a building called FastLane, and saw two men there armed with melee weapons. Ethan could hardly breathe as he dragged Ashley with him to the pair. She herself could barely stand.
"She's injured!" Ethan called out to one of the men. "We have to get inside, please. Help us!"
Ashley screamed again, as a few of the infected were running directly at them.
"Just keep running!" Ethan called out to Ashley.
There was panic all around them. His lungs burned in pain, but they couldn't stop. People were killing people everywhere. One of the crazed infected grabbed a hold of the young student and bit deep into her arm, tearing out a piece of her flesh as it yanked its head back. The poor girl screamed a blood chilling tone as Ethan push kicked the attacker away. He pulled her with him as they continued on.
"He...bit me!??" she squealed, tears falling down her cheeks.
Ethan looked behind him to see the attacker jump onto another random person.
"We have to find a place to rest," Ethan said, though he wasn't even sure where he was at this point.
There were large buildings on either side of them, with helicopters swarming through the air. People running into others, people eating people, and vehicles backed up unable to move. The sound of sirens filled the air as an ambulance came around the bend at a quick speed, but it lost control and drove directly into a nearby gas station pump. The explosion could be felt from where they were, as fire erupted to the sky.
They ran by a building called FastLane, and saw two men there armed with melee weapons. Ethan could hardly breathe as he dragged Ashley with him to the pair. She herself could barely stand.
"She's injured!" Ethan called out to one of the men. "We have to get inside, please. Help us!"
Ashley screamed again, as a few of the infected were running directly at them.
"Put the weapons down!!" one of the swat officers commanded from the gangsters, who immediately fired back.
Cop cars attempted to make a barricade around the area to protect the curious fools that were trying to watch. People everywhere were hiding behind anything they could as the gunfire continued to erupt. Before to long, the swat team had control of the situation, as they gunned down everybody firing back at them. They began to carefully work their way up to the rooms while the police blocked off the scene.
Johnny was attempting to follow his crack head friends out the back window of the apartment, but just as he was about to flee, he saw more officers swarm around the building and take down the addicts who just left before him.
"Fucking shit!" Johnny muttered in defeat, hearing one of his friends call out to him shortly after. It was Frank. Johnny went back into the room and tossed his gun into the shower. He quickly put on some brown pants that were sprawled on the floor and tossed on a white tank top. He knew he didn't want to go back to jail half naked. "Yeah, I'm here Frank."
He grabbed the nearest bowl of weed and took a nice, long hit. Then he came out of the bathroom, coughing up a little as he looked over to Frank.
"You shouldn't have come back, man," he said. "We're fucked. For life, this time."
"We have the place surrounded," came a voice from outside. "Put away your weapons and come out with your hands up!"
"I'm sorry, I'm a fuck up. You don't deserve this. Fuck it all to hell. I'll tell them you weren't involved, but I'm not sure that would matter much."
The musician raised his arms in surrender, ready to go outside.
"We're coming out, don't shoot!" he yelled. "I can explain everything...kinda."
He opened the bullet ridden door and did just that, but as he walked outside something he would have never expected happened. The crowd of people standing beyond the police barricades started rushing in a craze. He saw a few unaware cops get taken over by many of them, and within seconds they turned and started firing into the people.
...the fuck!?" Johnny began to wonder what exactly was in the dope he was smoking.
The police changed their attention to the mob. One by one they fell, as the people began tearing into them. Johnny dropped back down and gave Frank a bewildered look.
"Lets get the fuck outta here, NOW!"
Cop cars attempted to make a barricade around the area to protect the curious fools that were trying to watch. People everywhere were hiding behind anything they could as the gunfire continued to erupt. Before to long, the swat team had control of the situation, as they gunned down everybody firing back at them. They began to carefully work their way up to the rooms while the police blocked off the scene.
Johnny was attempting to follow his crack head friends out the back window of the apartment, but just as he was about to flee, he saw more officers swarm around the building and take down the addicts who just left before him.
"Fucking shit!" Johnny muttered in defeat, hearing one of his friends call out to him shortly after. It was Frank. Johnny went back into the room and tossed his gun into the shower. He quickly put on some brown pants that were sprawled on the floor and tossed on a white tank top. He knew he didn't want to go back to jail half naked. "Yeah, I'm here Frank."
He grabbed the nearest bowl of weed and took a nice, long hit. Then he came out of the bathroom, coughing up a little as he looked over to Frank.
"You shouldn't have come back, man," he said. "We're fucked. For life, this time."
"We have the place surrounded," came a voice from outside. "Put away your weapons and come out with your hands up!"
"I'm sorry, I'm a fuck up. You don't deserve this. Fuck it all to hell. I'll tell them you weren't involved, but I'm not sure that would matter much."
The musician raised his arms in surrender, ready to go outside.
"We're coming out, don't shoot!" he yelled. "I can explain everything...kinda."
He opened the bullet ridden door and did just that, but as he walked outside something he would have never expected happened. The crowd of people standing beyond the police barricades started rushing in a craze. He saw a few unaware cops get taken over by many of them, and within seconds they turned and started firing into the people.
...the fuck!?" Johnny began to wonder what exactly was in the dope he was smoking.
The police changed their attention to the mob. One by one they fell, as the people began tearing into them. Johnny dropped back down and gave Frank a bewildered look.
"Lets get the fuck outta here, NOW!"
Of course! I'll add you soon. (still superbowl partying lol) Feel free to post.
I'm not sure what you mean. You can start IC however you like, and we'll go off each other. I'm making everything up as I go anyway.
And I decided not to do the meteor thing, since that would just make it more confusing, so instead I brought the zombies on in anyway in Ethan's latest post.
And I decided not to do the meteor thing, since that would just make it more confusing, so instead I brought the zombies on in anyway in Ethan's latest post.
Dallen
The judge wasn't in a very good mood this day, as proven evident by her lashing back at almost everything Dallen had to say concerning the case. It was yet another defeat to him, which yet again stained his resume. He was in the break room of the large judicial building getting a cup of coffee, and he noticed everyone else in the room was fixated on the television. He curiously walked up and saw that there was a major gunfight going on currently in the downtown area. A helicopter camera was catching the live event as it unfolded.
Almost out of nowhere, a few military helicopters passed by the windows of the building, nearly shaking the entire structure where it stood. Something was going on the he couldn't quite understand just yet.
Ethan
"Sit down and shut up!" one of Ethan's fellow co-workers yelled at the high school students causing mayhem on the bus.
They were on a field trip heading to the university, not only for the chance to see the college first hand, but also to watch a play in the Black Box theater. It was a nice change in the day for Ethan, however the kids on his particular bus just happened to be the loudest and most annoying. A balled up piece of paper flew through the air and smacked Ethan's co-worker, Mr. Stein- an older man with little sense of humor, in the back of the head. The teacher raged as he turned to face the young teenagers with a pointed finger. "Who threw that!!"
Ethan couldn't help but to laugh as the kids errupted back into their usual loud noise. His phone began to ring and he answered it, plugging his free ear with his hand so he could hear better.
"Hey honey..." he answered.
"Ethan, how late did you let Jonah and Daniel stay up last night!?" his wife yelled.
He knew from the tone of his wife that he had to be very particular in what he was to say next.
"Uhh, not late at all, why?"
"I just got a call, they're both really sick!" she continued. "They were throwing up in class. They said a lot of kids were..."
Ethan felt a force like never before. A massive CAT bus slammed into their school bus, pushing the entire vehicle on its side. Numerous other cars and trucks smashed brutally into one another, causing a very large accident at one of the intersections directly in the heart of the city. The bus skidded for a few feet before it stopped, and all the noise from the children turned into complete silence.
Slowly his senses came back to him. He brushed off some glass from his face, then attempted to get up. The first thing he saw was the bus driver, the poor man was lain across the steering wheel with his eyes wide opened. He was dead. Then he heard Mr. Stein grumble in pain. The aged man was alive, but his body was stuck half outside a broken window.
"H-help me," he called out.
Ethan could see the legs of many people outside the bus, all running around. It didn't seem like they were coming to help them though, it appeared they were running away in a panic. Maybe to help the others involved in the accident? He nudged his way over to Mr. Stein and grabbed him by his hands.
"It's going to be okay, Mr.Stein, I promise," Ethan assured the man. "Helps on the way."
"Ethan, if I-, if I don't make it...tell my wife..."the man started.
Suddenly he screamed in agonizing pain. Blood spat out from his mouth and onto Ethan's shoulder. Ethan at first thought it was accident related, but he saw a group of shadows just outside the bus where his feet were hanging out. Within seconds, the man was ripped from Ethan's view and out onto the street, as the figures seemed to huddle around him.
"Hey!! Hey! What's going on!?" Ethan yelled, but all he could hear back was the horrifying man screaming, until it stopped.
The back door of the bus opened next, and a ray of sunlight beamed through. Ethan turned his head to see the high school students, some were just getting up, while others lie dead. One of his students, the trouble maker that earlier threw the piece of paper, was the one to open it up.
"Steven, hey wait!" Ethan tried to warn him.
He knew something was terribly wrong. It was to late. Someone jumped on the kid like a ferocious animal. More 'things' joined, as the student screamed just like Mr.Stein had. Ethan's eyes widened as blood and flesh were tossed through the air. More came in and began attacking the helpless and injured students sprawled throughout the bus.
Ethan looked out the large side mirror of the bus and could see the entrance to Mother of Mercy Hospital. They were so close to help, yet so far away. Dozens of patients came rushing down the hospitals staircase, all in groups. Something was wrong with them, though. Their faces were dead-like, and their intent was clear. They were killing everyone.
"Mr.Everend!" a young female student screamed as the infected were getting closer and closer toward them.
Ethan brought his knees to his chest and began kicking the front window as hard as he could. Finally, it gave way and created an opening.
"Come on!" he grabbed the girl, Ashley, and yanked her up with him through the window.
The judge wasn't in a very good mood this day, as proven evident by her lashing back at almost everything Dallen had to say concerning the case. It was yet another defeat to him, which yet again stained his resume. He was in the break room of the large judicial building getting a cup of coffee, and he noticed everyone else in the room was fixated on the television. He curiously walked up and saw that there was a major gunfight going on currently in the downtown area. A helicopter camera was catching the live event as it unfolded.
Almost out of nowhere, a few military helicopters passed by the windows of the building, nearly shaking the entire structure where it stood. Something was going on the he couldn't quite understand just yet.
Ethan
"Sit down and shut up!" one of Ethan's fellow co-workers yelled at the high school students causing mayhem on the bus.
They were on a field trip heading to the university, not only for the chance to see the college first hand, but also to watch a play in the Black Box theater. It was a nice change in the day for Ethan, however the kids on his particular bus just happened to be the loudest and most annoying. A balled up piece of paper flew through the air and smacked Ethan's co-worker, Mr. Stein- an older man with little sense of humor, in the back of the head. The teacher raged as he turned to face the young teenagers with a pointed finger. "Who threw that!!"
Ethan couldn't help but to laugh as the kids errupted back into their usual loud noise. His phone began to ring and he answered it, plugging his free ear with his hand so he could hear better.
"Hey honey..." he answered.
"Ethan, how late did you let Jonah and Daniel stay up last night!?" his wife yelled.
He knew from the tone of his wife that he had to be very particular in what he was to say next.
"Uhh, not late at all, why?"
"I just got a call, they're both really sick!" she continued. "They were throwing up in class. They said a lot of kids were..."
Ethan felt a force like never before. A massive CAT bus slammed into their school bus, pushing the entire vehicle on its side. Numerous other cars and trucks smashed brutally into one another, causing a very large accident at one of the intersections directly in the heart of the city. The bus skidded for a few feet before it stopped, and all the noise from the children turned into complete silence.
Slowly his senses came back to him. He brushed off some glass from his face, then attempted to get up. The first thing he saw was the bus driver, the poor man was lain across the steering wheel with his eyes wide opened. He was dead. Then he heard Mr. Stein grumble in pain. The aged man was alive, but his body was stuck half outside a broken window.
"H-help me," he called out.
Ethan could see the legs of many people outside the bus, all running around. It didn't seem like they were coming to help them though, it appeared they were running away in a panic. Maybe to help the others involved in the accident? He nudged his way over to Mr. Stein and grabbed him by his hands.
"It's going to be okay, Mr.Stein, I promise," Ethan assured the man. "Helps on the way."
"Ethan, if I-, if I don't make it...tell my wife..."the man started.
Suddenly he screamed in agonizing pain. Blood spat out from his mouth and onto Ethan's shoulder. Ethan at first thought it was accident related, but he saw a group of shadows just outside the bus where his feet were hanging out. Within seconds, the man was ripped from Ethan's view and out onto the street, as the figures seemed to huddle around him.
"Hey!! Hey! What's going on!?" Ethan yelled, but all he could hear back was the horrifying man screaming, until it stopped.
The back door of the bus opened next, and a ray of sunlight beamed through. Ethan turned his head to see the high school students, some were just getting up, while others lie dead. One of his students, the trouble maker that earlier threw the piece of paper, was the one to open it up.
"Steven, hey wait!" Ethan tried to warn him.
He knew something was terribly wrong. It was to late. Someone jumped on the kid like a ferocious animal. More 'things' joined, as the student screamed just like Mr.Stein had. Ethan's eyes widened as blood and flesh were tossed through the air. More came in and began attacking the helpless and injured students sprawled throughout the bus.
Ethan looked out the large side mirror of the bus and could see the entrance to Mother of Mercy Hospital. They were so close to help, yet so far away. Dozens of patients came rushing down the hospitals staircase, all in groups. Something was wrong with them, though. Their faces were dead-like, and their intent was clear. They were killing everyone.
"Mr.Everend!" a young female student screamed as the infected were getting closer and closer toward them.
Ethan brought his knees to his chest and began kicking the front window as hard as he could. Finally, it gave way and created an opening.
"Come on!" he grabbed the girl, Ashley, and yanked her up with him through the window.
Ok, so I added you all. I'm not sure if Jagon is coming back, but I'll hold out with the Johnny story for a little while in case he does.
If anyone wants to post anything go ahead, I'm gonna write one up for Ethan Everend and introduce the meteor fallout. Which means the undead are to come shortly.
If anyone wants to post anything go ahead, I'm gonna write one up for Ethan Everend and introduce the meteor fallout. Which means the undead are to come shortly.
Absolutely frank can be Johnny roomie. And im digging Thomas too. I will post more tomorrow morning, going out for a few drinks tonight. Looking forward to rping!
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