159 remaining (Zombie RP only!)

[Lovecraft]

Charles looked out across the barren desert that was once Nevada. "Damn, things change..." He said to himself lugging the fifty pound back pack to a more comfortable position. The wind was a constant thing on these harsh desert, they also carried the low inhuman moans of Zeds.

Charles walked on with his shotgun at his side and his rifle in his white knuckled grip. You would expect him to not be afraid of zombies by now but they were absolutely terrifying. His eyes switched side to side just in case any crawlers were hiding behind the sage brush to jump out and bite his shins off. But there were no sounds other than the cool wind chilling his sweaty face. Then a low moan came from behind.

Charles turned around to see one in combat fatigues and a rotted face. It's low moan would sound others to come. He raised his rifle and fired off a shot. It missed. He fired again hitting it right in the left eye. It keeled over and died. Charles let out a low breathe of relief and walked up to the corpse. It had a back pack on, meaning it was probably another survivor.

The sack was full of essentials to survive. Bullets, shotgun shells, food, water, energy bars and energy tablets. Charles looked through the pockets of the corpse and found a 9mm handgun. He smiled and stowed it in his back pocket. He got up and left the corpse for the other fiends to find with no food.

[NAvi_warrior64]

Joe was driving down I-99 highway in his armored ford F-150,listening to heavy rock music *”let the bodies hit the floor,let the bodies hit the floor”*

After couple of miles Joe passes a rusty old sign saying “ Welcome to the state of Nevada” as drives along he notices something up ahead,but when joe got closer he knew what it was, a zombie

He slows down the car, the zombie was too busy eating the flesh of some poor traveler

Joe’s car comes to a complete stop,the zombies looks and starts to walk its way towards joe. Joe is smiling as he is pushs the gas pedal to full throttle

And then suddenly joe’s car cuts the zombie in half and runs him over,joe continues to drive with a smile on his face. As he is driving joe pulls out a piece of paper, its his scoreboard with 25 lines in it , he garbs a pen and adds one more.

After miles of driving joe enters the desert but he needs fuel, in the distance joe could see abandoned gas station. When joe got to the gas station it was deadly quiet. joe switch off his radio and garbed his shotgun and got out of the car

“its quiet way too quiet” joe said to himself as he was checking the outside area.

((OOC: i would add more but when i was writing this i was really tired))

[EYWAliveswithall]

Jason had finaly got done grabbing weapons from a gun store in a small deserted town. he had grabbed a couple pieces of scrap metal for his ford ranger he put it on his doors and hood. he then threw the rest of the guns and ammo in the back of the truck. as he opened the door he saw a zombie sitting in the passenger seat, he saw it and without hesitation he drew his colt SAA and blew it brains out. "ahhh all over my leather seats.."
he then jumped in the driver seat and stomping on the gas pedel and hightailing it out of there. he then sped onto the highway I-99 and he saw another car of in the distance...he let out a laugh. "more loot" he said speeding of in to the distance of the other car...

[Shatnerpossum]

Luke Jackson sat in his jeep at the top of a hill in the desert. The radio he'd installed was playing CCR in the background. His Winchester 1897 shotgun was in the rack behind him. In his hands was his favorite scoped .30-06 rifle.

This patch of desert was his. The nearest town was Mojave, and it was deserted since the outbreak. Every day or two there'd be a couple zombies wandering around in his desert. He shot them as usual.

Fortunately he'd been prepared, he had enough gasoline, ammo, and food to last a decade. Half was stored in his favorite cave, and the rest was at home. And home was surrounded by walls now, just in case. And Rachel and Zeke knew how to handle themselves. Well, Zeke didn't because he was a German Shepherd.

He kept scanning with his binoculars. Then he spotted one in the highway, shuffling along. He brought his rifle to bear and looked through the scope. He was an ugly bastard all right. He pulled the trigger. A perfect headshot, as usual.

[Lovecraft]

Charles looked around the desert that he was in and frowned. "Where the hell is that town..." He said taking out a map to see the name. "Mojave." A loud shot was heard as a bullet passed right by his ear. He dove for cover behind a mound of dirt.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit dammit." Charles said to himself as he gripped his rifle to his chest. More shots rung over the mound. "****!" He shouted above the roar of bullets. He peaked up to see a house surrounded by rather large walls.

Charles reached into his pack to produce a white shirt that was flecked with blood. "Here it goes." Charles said raising the flag above the mound. bullets stopped firing for a second and he raised his head to take a look at the house.

[Shatnerpossum]

Jackson had been driving for about fifteen minutes. He could see the house now. He pulled onto the dirt road when he heard the gunshots. He looked and saw a man ducking behind a dirt mound. Bullets were hitting the top. Probably Rachel with the AK, firing warning shots.

The man got the message and raised a makeshift white flag. The gunshots stopped. After all, his wife wouldn't blast someone who was surrendering. Well, probably wouldn't.

He pulled up behind the man and stopped the jeep. He jumped out and walked over to him, hand on his pistol. "Hi there stranger."

[Lovecraft]

"What the **** man? I was just traveling and then you shoot at me!" Charles exclaimed. He armed his shotgun and aimed it at the cowboy. "Now, I don't want any trouble just point me towards Mojave and I will leave your hick *** alone."

[Shatnerpossum]

"I suggest you lower that weapon or my wife will take your head off your shoulders. And besides, you don't want to go to Mojave anyway." He said in a surprisingly amiable tone.

[Lovecraft]

Charles pumped the shotgun showing he meant business. "Why not, and call of this 'Rachel.'" Charles said as he aimed down the iron sights.

[Shatnerpossum]

"I'll call her off when you stop pointing that at me. And I suggest you do it before she decides to shoot you anyway. And you don't want to go to Mojave because its full of zombies."

OOC: This is a real place. Here's a map: http://maps.google.com/maps?client=safari&rls=en&q=mojave+CA&oe=UTF-8&um=1&ie=UTF-8&hq=&hnear=Mojave,+CA&gl=us&ei=N_KOS62BAsi0tgePku2FCw&sa=X&oi=geocode_result&ct=image&resnum=1&ved=0CA0Q8gEwAA

[Cancer]

Benjamin had been roaming around through desert for quite sometime now, he had been cut by something (something he at the moment, did not remember) and the blood was starting to go through the thick fabric that layered over the left side of his lower torso, just above his ribs. He lowered the gun in which he held a normal sized gun, completely black, probably not as useful as it could be, and used his other hand to touch his wound gently. Keeping his ears opened, he noticed his hand stained with a dark red. He was going to need to patch up again soon, and that made him all the more nervous.

"Damn it." He muttered under his breath as he kept walking. "Just what I needed." Sarcasm stained his tone of voice. Ben was wearing a dark green shirt with his torn jeans. It wasn't necessarily appropriate attire, but then again, he hadn't found anything else to wear. They were everywhere, and quite frankly, he was surprised that he had been alive as long as he had. He knelt on his right knee, and with a shove of his elbow, he pushed his backpack to the front.

It didn't take him long to patch himself up, but the constant belief that something was out there watching him, only made the process that more difficult. Sometimes, the circumstances even brought careless mistakes. He shook his head, lowering his shirt again and stepping up again. He brought his right hand up, and supported it with his left. He just needed to see one of them, and he'd be ready to shoot. Most of the time, he found himself walking forward, but shifting his body in a circular motion, making sure that no zombie was coming up behind him.

That was when he heard it. A gunshot, coming from his left side, the east, he presumed. Instinctively, he sharply turned towards that direction and pointed his gun, thereof. "Another surviver..." It escaped his mouth as only a whisper. He moved on forward towards the sound of the noice. Carefully, he made sure that he hadn't made much noise, if there was more than one zombie, it was critical for him to only cut his losses.

What did Benjamin know about survival anyway. He was only 16 years old, and before the zombies showed up, handling a gun was the least of his worries. One thing that he knew would be a key element to his survival, was his knowledge of medicine. That was the only asset going for him, if anything. In his backpack, he had a first aid kit, some food, and several antibiotics, and of course, alcohol.

Ben cussed under his breath moving in the direction the gun had been fired. A surviver, he hoped. That was when he heard another shot, this time, Ben ducked and covered behind some sort of beat down boulder. He panted slowly, having been startled by the second shot. Ben naturally shook his head and kept his gun up high. "Better keep moving, it could be another surviver." He muttered under his breath.

Naturally, Ben eventually came into the view of two men, exchanging opinions. One seemed more aggresive than the rest, but he couldn't point out why. Ben lowered his gun, a peace offering, in a way.

"Survivers?" Ben hadn't realized how stupid his question had been once he actually reached the two men, and at the same time, his voice was hestitant. Afraid almost.

[Lovecraft]

"****!" Charles yelled throwing his shotgun to the ground. "All this way for a safe location, but no! This always happens!" He yelled unslinging his rifle and putting it to the ground. He calmed down after fifteen minutes and looked around. There was a boy, just a young one aiming a weapon at the pair. "Hey hick, come look at this." Charles said taking the 9mm pistol out of his pocket just in case.

[Shatnerpossum]

Jackson looked off to the side. "Another one. Busy day for your kind. There really aren't any safe locations, except here."

[Cancer]

Shortly after noticing that his gun was pointed at the pair of survivors, he snapped his hand back, pointed the gun now to the ground. He wasn't at first quite sure what to say, but these were the first survivers he had seen since he left his house.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to aim at you, sirs."

His voice was not stronger than before, but atleast now, he had hope that these men wouldn't hurt him.

[Lovecraft]

"Shut the **** up kid." Charles said putting the m9 Beretta back in his pocket. He shook his head and smiled. "So, Mojave is run over by zeds hey?" He said with a smile growing on his face at the wind beaten cowboy hick in front of him.

[Shatnerpossum]

Jackson shrugged nonchalantly. "Not a problem kid." He looked back at the other stranger. "Now if you'll safe your weapon and get in the jeep, you too," he added to the other, "then we'll head in and get you a meal. And talk about Mojave."

[Lovecraft]

Charles smiled and hoped the man hadn't noticed the Beretta in his back pocket. "Thank you... Er, what is it?" Charles said climbing into the Jeep feeling the cross hairs of the 'Rachel' train in on his head.

[Cancer]

Ben flinched as the agressive man, as he had remembered, snapped at him.

"Sir." He agreed in a mutter, too low for them to hear. To him, it was just polite. He noticed the man smile at the other; a hint that perhaps they were friends came up to his mind. Almost instantly later, he heard them talk about a city near-by, and how Zombies had taken over. This didn't seem like good news, so he stayed quiet. Ben wasn't even sure if he was even allowed to stay with them. He kept his gun low, but he knew that he had to keep his ears ready in case anything suggested an attack or ambush.

The other man offered Ben a ride, this was invitation enough. It wasn't long before he decided to tag along with them.

"Thanks."

[Shatnerpossum]

"Hop in back kid, unless you want to wander around out here." He turned to the stranger in the passenger seat. "You can keep your sidearm if its on safe. I don't go anywhere unarmed either."

The kid got in the back and he stepped on the gas. The jeep drove forward and the gate opened. He drove through into an oasis. There were all kinds of trees and crops growing. A dog ran alongside barking happily. Then Jackson drove into a small motorpool. There was a prefab round steel canopy that covered a few other vehicles. Jackson parked here, and gestured for them to get out.

[Lovecraft]

"How many square feet cowboy?" Charles asked jumping out of the jeep. The dog wagged it's tail happily to see a new person after quite some time. He crouched down and pat its head and smiled. "Who's a good boy, or girl? Who is!" Charles said playfully. The dog barked and out came a woman.

Charles immediately stood up away from the dog out of fear of being blown to bits. "Uh, good day." Charles said tipping his baseball cap to the woman.

[Cancer]

Ben kept his gun handy as the man drove towards a safe place. It wasn't long before they reached their destination, and the jeep came to a halt. After being signaled to get down, Benjamin made sure he had his things and jumped on down, noticing the dog and a woman. The dog didn't come up to Benjamin, so he moved his sight from him to the woman before them.

"Hello." He nodded his head, his eyes still uneasy.

[Shatnerpossum]

"Well, the interior is an acre. The house covers a third of it. It took a while to build, I'll tell you that."

The woman nodded casually and slung the AK47 over her shoulder. She had medium length sandy-blonde hair blowing in the breeze and was wearing a brimmed cap and Aviator glasses.

"Thats my wife Rachel. She doesn't talk much." The dog barked. Jackson looked at him and scratched behind the ears. "This is Zeke, he talks too much."

[Lovecraft]

"Hey cowboy, sorry for raising the gun on you. I haven't seen another survivors in about a few years." Charles said as he looked at the suspicious wife and the friendly dog. "Uh, hi Rachel..." Charles said giving a weak wave to the woman with the AK. They sseem friendly enough. But I have to stay on my toes in case they are cannibals. Charles thought to himself as he went on playing with the dog. "Who's a good boy? You are, you are!" Charles said rubbing the dogs belly making it pant and bark.

[Shatnerpossum]

"We get survivors every couple of months. The 14 is right there, and lots of people use it to travel through the desert. The military keeps it clear and protected too."

[Cancer]

Ben simply nodded again, when the man introduced his wife and his dog, Rachel and Zeke, as he recalled.

"Um." He spoke loudly enough for them to hear. "I'm sorry, what are your names?"

It was unusual for him to travel with people and not know their names. Ben didn't know if they'd think it was a bad question, but he usually went with his instinct, a very impulsive nature.

[Shatnerpossum]

Jackson offered his hand. "I'm Luke Jackson, retired US Army."

[Lovecraft]

"Charles." Said Charles as he continued on with the dog. He finished after about three minutes and stood up. "Who the **** are you kid? a little cocaine snorting bitch?" Charles asked crossing his arms.

[Cancer]

Ben almost immidiately shook Jackson's hand as firmly as he could. It not was a while before the man who introduced himself as Charles snapped at him again. Without flinching this time, Ben turned to him.

"I'm Benjamin...Jacobs." He wasn't sure at what angle he wanted to approach the accusation. "Um, no, not a cocaine...whatever. I used to be a student. I'm amazed I've survived as long as I have."

He turned his sight back to Jackson. "It's nice to meet you...by the way." His head was still hanging slightly, maybe just because of the sun in his eyes.

[Shatnerpossum]

Jackson took a look at the kid, Jacobs. "You're suffering from heat stroke. Come inside, drink some water, and lie down." He showed the kid the way in, and helped him to a cot.

[Lovecraft]

"Ah a student? Did you learn anything about engineering, piloting or even learning how to shoot a gun?" Charles said putting his hands on his hips. He was disgusted at how this little **** survived instead of the heroes. Well beggars can't be choosers if you are going to have to survive. Charles thought to himself as he walked up to the boy. "Pleasure, names Charles Bernet used to be a office worker."

[Cancer]

A heart stroke? Ben cocked his head to the side as Jackson made his way toards the house. Charles on the other hand looked at Ben and asked him if he had learned anything that would help them against the Zombies. Not engineering, or much about guns, but Ben knew a great deal about medicine and biology.

"Nice to meet ya, Charles..." He began to follow Jackson half heartedly. "Um..." He paused. "I know a great deal about medicine." He added before turning to follow Jackson completely. Why was he explaining himself so much? Ben just shook his head and put the gun away as he walked.

"Thanks." He muttered to Jackson, genuinely so.

[Lovecraft]

Charles rubbed Ben on the head and smiled. "I've had heatstroke once. Don't worry it will pass." Charles said and walked away. He saw Jackson and walked up to him. "Will the kid be okay? Oh, sorry forgot my manners, names Charles Bernet."

[Shatnerpossum]

"Yeah, I heard you say that before. He'll be okay, he just needs rest and water. Now come on into the kitchen. I'll get you a drink and some food." They went in, and Jackson poured him a glass of water.

They both sat at an olden wood table. "Now. Where did you come from?"

[Cancer]

Ben felt himself instinctively smile before following Jackson into the kitchen and taking a seat. He took the glass of water and drank most of it at a moderate pace. He looked over at Jackson, unsure if the question was aimed at him.

"Well, I'm originally from around here." He muttered, shrugging slightly. "I take it you guys are too?" Ben drank whatever was left from his glass and placed it on the table.

"How bad is it?" Ben couldn't help but ask. He had no idea if the Zombies were outnumbered, or if the uncontaminated were. A clear ratio was far from his mind at this point. "The zombies, I mean."

[Lovecraft]

"I came from St.Paul Minnesota. Beautiful place, I just don't know how it was hit so hard by the infection so fast." Charles said drinking the cool water. "I mean, in the news it said that cold would slow down the infection. I just felt safe because it was in the middle of a blistering winter." Charles sighed and smiled. "Wanna know when I first encountered a zed?" He said it anways. "I was walking home from work and a homeless guy bumped into me, I thought he stole my wallet so I turned him around to see a gaping hole in his cheek. I cowered backa and hit him with my briefcase. I had a 32. pistol in there and it fell out. I grabbed it and threatened him. I know, I know he could have been injured. But I have seen the movies. I aimed for the head and dropped him. I walked home encountering some more but they were across the street or behind me in alleys. It was so scary I crawled under my study desk and cowered with the pistol in my hands..." Charles said. He took a sip of water and smiled at the cold taste.

[SweetRevenge]

Meghan was running through the desert at full tilt, kicking up sand and pebbles all over the place. She took a quick glance around and saw the small hoard of zombies that were following her. She fired off a quick burst from her M16 and one of them fell down dead for good. She was exhausted after running for at least two miles. The hummer she had been driving broke down in the desert and the pack of zombies that picked up on the loud roar of the engine quickly caught up. At the rate she was going the zombies would catch up soon. She took another glance over her soulder and fired another burst. She then saw the huge fortress of a house and her hopes rose up again. As she got within about a hundred yards she fell down. Her leg had gotten caught in a ditch and she sprained her ankle. She cried out in pain and turned around to see the zombies about twohundred yds out. She aimed down the sights and started to fire. In the position she was in, she didn't have the best firing arc. She pulled out another magazine and slammed it in to place. She fired again. This time dropping two. As she aimed down the sights again and pulled the trigger, nothing happened. The rifle had jammed. She quickly tossed it aside and tried to unholster the pistols. But during the fall they became lodges in to place.
"**** **** ****" she yelled as she tried to stand up.

She quickly fell back down and cringed in pain. As the zombies got closer she managed to pull out her machete. She sat with a scowl on her face waiting for her death.
"C'mon you rotting pieces of cow ****. Let's go I can take all of ya"

[Shatnerpossum]

Jackson sipped an iced tea and nodded at the story. "You've come a long way. Where are you headed? I mean, you didn't just set out across the country for no reason, did you?"

[Lovecraft]

"I was headed for Los Angeles. I know it is a stupid idea, but hey! More ammo and weapons in larger cities than tiny towns." Charles said. He stood up and walked up to the refrigerator. "Can I have some cookies? a Popsicle maybe if you have one?" Charles asked poking around the freezer. He was a child at heart when it came to things that were cute or sweet like candy. "Aha! Found ya!" Charles said quietly as he grabbed an old freezer burnt Popsicle from the fridge.

[Shatnerpossum]

"If you want safety, LA is even worse. Its home to 23 million zombies. The real safety is on Catalina Island. They haven't been touched. Or even further north is better too. In the Redwoods they've started to live in the trees."

[Lovecraft]

"Better guns better living." Charles said ripping the wrapper open happily as he sucked on the sugary treat. It was a split one, it was cherry flavored and he was happy to taste it again instead of old candy bars. He broke it off and offered it to Jackson. "Want it? I can give it to Zeke or the boy if ya want?" He said licking of the ice crystals.

[Cancer]

It had only occured to Ben now that he had the time to properly patch himself up. The last time he had the time was back when he was home. He found a near-by couch and placed his back pack ontop of it. He removed his beaten vest and his shirt completely. The wound was pulsating again, but luckily, it was almost closed.

"Let me-" He grunted sightly as he removed the fabric from his wound. "...close you know for good, you little bugger." From his backpack he took out his sewing kit and his alchohol. He looked at the wound, and sure enough, it was bleeding. Slowly he took a rag that he had inside the bag pack, and soaked it with alchohol. Gently cleaning the wound again, he felt the sting as the alchohol touched the live skin. He cursed under his breath and placed the rag aside.

Taking the needle, he began to close the wound himself. It wasn't an easy practice, but Ben knew what he was doing.

[Lovecraft]

(OOC: Dude it has been four years since the apocalypse how long were you at home? 4 years?)

[Cancer]

(OCC: Yes, that was the general idea. When the apocalypse started, he was twelve. I can go into further detail about he survived, or I can change a few things if you'd like. I don't mind.)

[Shatnerpossum]

"Give it to the boy. I'm a little too old for sweets. And if you want guns, see if the military will take you. Well, thats assuming they don't shoot you on sight."

He took another swig of his tea. "You see just down that way," he gestured, "thats where Edwards Air Force Base is. Used to be a flight test center. They used their planes to evacuate everyone they could. Now its mostly empty. But the government still protects the main base, and the hangars closer to town at Plant 42."

He rose to bring the kid a popsicle. When he entered the room he saw him bleeding and trying to stitch his injury. Immediately he put away the snack and grabbed the medical kit. "Don't do it yourself." He warned.

[SweetRevenge]

Meghan had picked up her rifle again. The zombies were at least fifty yards closer now. She looked at it and threw it. She tried her pistols again. Still stuck. She leaned up and unclipped the holsters. There was a rock nearby and she slammed them against the rock. One fell out.
"Yes" she yelled as she grabbed it and clicked the saftey off. She waited. After two minutes the zombies had gotten within eighty yards. She aimed down the sights and squeezed. One zombie dead. She squeezed again. Still one zombie dead. She continued to fire until all of the were down and done for. She picked up the holsters and put them back on. She grabbed her rifle and machete. She used the rifle to stand up. She readied the machete and walked torwards the house. As she reached the wall she started yelling
"Hello!? Is there anyone Alive in there?"

She stood there and waited for a response.

[Lovecraft]

"Alright, well why would the military be taking out civvies? I mean are they rogue or something? Because I saw the president die at one of his own speeches. Funny **** watching that stupid bastard die..." Charles said as he handed the boy a popsicle. "Eat up, you won't have another sugary treat like that for ever!" Charles said enthusiastically as he bit off the top of the pop.

[Cancer]

Ben looked over at Jackson and Charles who were now in the same room as he was. When Jackson entered, and warned him about stitching himself up, he was almost finished with it.

"Oh, err...okay." He hadn't quite noticed that he had most of his medical equipment still in the bag. "Its just a small cut." He tried to explain, it looked much worse than what it actually was. Taking the candy from Charles, he slightly lifted the corners of his lips in a smile.

[Shatnerpossum]

As he was pouring hydrogen peroxide on the wound, there was the sound of yells and gunshots. Jackson set down the supplies quickly and grabbed his AK. He dashed up the ladder onto the wall.

There was a woman limping, and using a rifle as a crutch. Approaching her were four zombies. She managed most of them, Jackson flicked the safety off and pulled the rifle tight into his shoulder. He lined the sights onto the heads and fired four neat sets of two shots. Once he was satisfied the zombies were dead, he called out to her. "Need help?"

[Lovecraft]

Charles looked up from his popsicle stick to hear the noise. "Dammit, what if she is infected Jackson?" Charles said as he threw the stick in the trash sadly. "I recommend we don't take her in or we shoot her when she comes near." He said taking the Beretta out of his back pocket. He aimed it at the woman with a limp before his arm was smacked down by an angry Jackson. "What? I am caring for the welfare of us all!" Charles yelled.

[Shatnerpossum]

"We'll check her for bites before we let her in. But we won't kill someone because they might be infected. I didn't do that to you, or to the kid."

[Cancer]

After the sounds were heard, Ben instantly covered his wound up with new parchment and put his shirt on, getting his gun from the back pocket and ran after both Jackson and Charles.

He said nothing, but stayed attentive in case he was needed.

[SweetRevenge]

She looked up and smiled.
"Oh just a little. I sprained my ankle and my rifle is jammed. But no big deal."
She looked over and saw a gate.
"I guess that's where I go. Or do I have to try and climb" she smiled and sheathed the machete. She started to limp over to the gate that was in the wall.

[Shatnerpossum]

"Stay there for now. We'll come out and make sure we can let you in."

Jackson jumped down from the wall and walked over to her. A quick examination revealed no bites or cuts. She was uninfected, so they let her and gave her some water, and ice for the ankle.

[Lovecraft]

"What you gonna feel her up? People can lie you know..." Charles said putting the Beretta in his pocket. He sighed and said "Your the man Jackson, you run this fortress and have the authority to kill me if you want." Charles said. He thought of how stupid he was for bring up that idea.

[Shatnerpossum]

Jackson turned to Charles. "I show courtesy to my guests. Thats the way my parents raised me."

[Cancer]

"I can check if the ankle doesn't have any tears."

Ben volunteered, following Jackson and putting away the gun. He looked at the woman and smiled slightly, it didn't hurt to be polite. Ben looked around and noticed that the walls surrounding the house were hardy. He could not however, escape the fact that maybe the Zombies would find a way to get through them. A shudder escaped his chest as he continued to stay attentive.

[SweetRevenge]

She looked at the rude man and scowled. "well you're friendly." she took the water and sipped it. She looked at the man who examined her and handed him the M16. "Its jammed and I never had to deal with one before. Can you fix it please?" she said while standing on her right leg.

[Lovecraft]

Charles smiled and gave her the finger. "Nice to meet you too bitch!" He yelled cupping his hands around his mouth so she would hear him over her ego.

[Lovecraft]

(well I am off to bed, Don't go to far without me my friends!)

[Cancer]

Things around Ben became just a bit tense, or atleast that is what Ben thought about it.

"I have some ice packs and tape in my bag."

He said, inevitably trying to ignore the exchange Charles and the girl were having. He wasn't sure if he was going to be able to. These people, around him, were so different from what he was used to.

[NAvi_warrior64]

Joe walked up to the gas station door and opened it, when he steps in there was a horrible smell in the air,”oh crap,it sinks in here” he said to himself

As he walks through the store he was looking for some food and if he was lucky a nice cold beer, just the thought of that made joe relax,
he went to check the refrigerator to see if it had a beer, when he walked up to it the glass was completely fogged up, joe couldn’t see a thing,with his shotgun at the ready joe slowly opens the door, then suddenly a dead skeleton falls out and lands on the floor.


“oh thank god” he said as a sign of relief, but than he hears a low moan coming from behind him, joe quickly turns to see that he is face to face with a zombie, joe fell back and pulled the trigger on his shotgun and blow the head right off the zombie, the rest of the body fell on top of joe

“oh great I am going to have to wash this again” he said to himself as he pushes the body off of him

Then Joe decides to just get the gas and go. But in order to do so he had to restore the power to the gas pumps. Joe heads to the back room of the store to find the power box.

When he did he was lucky that it still works, he switches it on and watch as lights started to fickler to life and the store automated radio kick in, and kept on repeat the same thing over and over again in a female voice *”we are have a sale on cookies, only at quick stop”* .

“it must be broken” joe thought. joe heads out to the front and started to pump the gas into his car

When it was full, joe put backs the gas Nozzle and closes his gas cap.

He got into his car and started to drive, as he was driving he grabbed a pen and his scoreboard and added one more line for the kill he made in the gas station, after that he pulled out a map and said “all right to get to Vegas I have to go through a town called Mojave,
Mojave? What the hell kind of name is that”

((OOC: i have no clue where you guys are in the story, oh well i guess i'll just go Vegas))

[SweetRevenge]

She turned to the kid offering help and smiled.
"That would be good. Lead the way." she said and started to limp torwards the house. She look back at the man who just called her a bitch and decided it would be best to ignore him. She limped inside and noticed another girl.
"Hey there." she said and smiled.

[eonmokri]

Joy swore and spit in the sand. She hunkered down on the roof of her trailer, the pump gun right next to her and looked through her spyglass. Sweat was running down her face.
Everywhere in this wide nothing was… nothing. No zombies, no nothing. Just heat, sand and a few bushes. That made her quite suspicious.
She climbed down and let herself drop in the drivers seat, where she lit up a cigarette. “Goddamnit…” She hit the gaspedal with her shoe and the white trailer with the big red cross shot into the desert.

Joy blew smoke out of the window, lifted the Walther PPK and fired out of the open window. She hit the lurking creature at it’s shoulder and it turned round, full of greed, the insanity of the virus lightened out of his no more humanlike face. The nurse sighed and lifted the pistol again. This time it was a bull’s eye. Literally spoken. The zombie fell with a dull sound, and Joy started the trailer again. The sound of the wheels smashing the zombie’s head made her smile. Then she saw the house in the distance and movements, which were too fast and too directed as to be zombie movements. She slowed down the trailer and pulled out her spyglass.

[Shatnerpossum]

They settled in chairs on the porch, in the afternoon shade. The newcomer's leg was elevated and she held an icepack on the ankle. He'd finished helping bandage the kid's wound too.

"I haven't seen this many survivors in one place for three years." Jackson quipped.

[Lovecraft]

"heh, kinda like one of those groups in those old role-playing things!" Charles added as he walked into the house to find another popsicle. "Did you have a box of those? I have a real sweet tooth and I need another one!" He said as he opened the fridge and searched around, finding a tb of ice cream Rachel strolls in and glares at him. "I am hungry for sugar, not nutritious items like frozen peas." Charles said as he rushed out of the house onto the porch where his new found companions sat.

[Shatnerpossum]

Jackson looked at the newcomer. "What's your story miss?"

[eonmokri]

Joy decided to near the house. She drove her trailer slowly forward, stopping circa 100 m from the possible entrance.
With a routined movement, she gripped her pumpgun, hopped out of the car and delivered a shot in the air. The echo yelled a few seconds into the desert, then fell silent.
The blonde nurse raised her pumpgun protectivly and pointed at the door, cautious looking to all sides.

[Lovecraft]

Charles jumped at the sound and looked wide eyed around. He stuck the popsicle in his mouth and took it out again. "You hear that? Sounded like a shotgun." Charles stated. He was spooked hoping it wasn't a band of raiders like in so many zombie movies. "Jackson, you want me to go check it out?" Charles said as he unholstered his handgun and raised it in the air.

[Shatnerpossum]

There was a gunshot from outside. Jackson jumped to his feet and grabbed the AK. "Damn! Again?" He ran out the door and climbed the ladder to the fortified wall.

He looked out and blinked in confusion. There was a large trailer, and in front of it was a woman dressed in a sexy nurse outfit with a shotgun and heels. In the middle of the Mojave desert. "What the hell is this?" He asked himself.

Then he called out. "Please identify yourself!"

[eonmokri]

A huge smile appeared on the face of the woman, white teeth blinked between her cherryred painted lips. "Hi there, need a nurse? I'm Sister Joy."
She lowered the pump gun a little bit and waved friendly towards Jackson. Her fingernails were as red as her lipstick. The specks of blood on her dress matched as well.

[Cancer]

Ben figured that id they needed him, he would know, and as another shotgun sounded off on the outside, both Charles and Jackson left the house.

"Why don't I just tape your ankle?" He muttered to the girl. "Save them some time." Ben smiled as he moved towards the freezer with his bag, placing the unfrozen ice packs into it. It wasn't long before he got some of the ice inside and put it into a bag he had inside. Without hestitation, Ben took the ice bag he had made and placed it on her ankle. Reaching for the tape instinctively, he taped the ice around her ankle.

[Shatnerpossum]

Jackson gestured for Charlie to come along too.

They both stepped out the gate and walked over to the woman. "I hope you don't mind miss, but we'll have to check your vehicle before you can come in." He walked one side with his AK and Charlie walked along the other. They also checked inside and underneath. It was clear, so they opened the gate.

[eonmokri]

Joy nodded and let the men check her trailer. It was full of medical equipments and drugs of all sorts.
As the gate was opened, she drove the trailer in the place and turned of the motor.
With a huge smile she jumped out of the car.
"So, any help needed here?"

[Shatnerpossum]

"Well, now that you mention it. We've got an injured ankle and a nasty cut. We've been treating them, but real help is good."

[eonmokri]

"Nasty cut? Oh, well...." She rounded the trailer, opened the back door and leaned forward with a movement, that was definitly not G-rated. She has another tattoo at a even more delicate place and this one was screaming "It's late, but not too late!" in the same letterstyle then the other right in to Jackson's face.
She leaned back with a small box and some dresses in her hand.
"So, let's get the party started!"

[NAvi_warrior64]

After a while of driving, Joe reached the outskirts of the town of Mojave but in the distance Joe notice a fortified house,

“hmm, a another survivor camp” Joe thought to himself. Joe doesn’t really care about survivors theses days but since he is running low on ammo he decides stop and trade with them

he pulled up to the closed front gates with his armored ford F-150 and stepped out.

“HELLO? Anybody there” Joe said as he knocked on the front gates

[Lovecraft]

Charles looked away as she bent over. "Jesus Christ..." he said quietly as he looked the other way for any zombies. He unholstered his rifle and looked through the scope. "there." He said as he sighted in on a zombie 1/4 of a mile away. "Ready, one two three!" Charles said as he squeezed the trigger popping the zombies skull wide open.

[eonmokri]

Joy stopped in her movement, narrowed her eyes and watched the zombie in the distance falling over. "Nice shot, cowboy." she smiled with snowwhite teeth.