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Zombie RP (NO SPAM!!!!!!!!!!!)
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Jess, House of Hades... House of Hades...
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May 07, 2009 02:51PM
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Nima was crawling on the floor, scared for her life. She held a small pistol in her hand as she crawled silently in a seemingly abandoned store, in the back.
Step... quiet. Step. Be quiet! Step. Step. Walk. Step. Step. Run!She'd made it past them. Past them without any weapons. She'd expected it all to end like this. Hadn't they always joked about it? Always. The Zombie invasion was coming, and they were all gonna' die. That's what her and her friends had always joked about. They'd made little plans, little escape routs.
But they hadn't expected it to start out like the common freaking cold. No.
It was worse than they'd thought. And Caro was all alone now. She'd had to get around her parents, her siblings, and her boyfriend, all of which had mindlessly tried to tear her apart limb from limb and eat her.
Well, that was one way of ending a relationship, huh?
She needed to find... Someone. Anyone. Anyone living and breathing. Anyone that wasn't trying to consume her.
If she was lucky, humanity would have its salvation. Lucky?
Oh great.
Oh, freakin' great.
They were all doomed.
Nima stopped dead. Someone was running after her. She got up and pulled herself together. She aimed her pistol, sniffing away tears. Her mom and dad had given her this pistol, just before they were pulled limb from limb. Her hands were shaking. "Stay... calm." she silently sobbed.
OoC: I am...Getting off.
Thought it would be rude... without saying something.
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Her heart was beating so loudly. It was screaming. How was it that she'd managed to sneak past them? How had she managed? Could they not hear her heart? Could they not hear it shouting at them, making her stealth void? Apparently... not.
She closed her eyes, allowing herself only a moment of relief. Where should she go? Where could she not go?
Public places were bad.
Outskirts of town, might be safe. An army base, might be safe.
Might be safe.
Might be.
Might...
But not... For sure.
Nima couldn't help it. she collapsed to the ground, crying.
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Nima cried hard. "No..." she sobbed, letting go of her pistol and curling into a ball. "no...no...no....." she said.
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Tiana burst into the shop, zombies hot on her trail. "AAAGH!!" she wailed as she tripped and twisted her ankle. She still had a Swiss army knife, but what good is that with zombies?"HELP," she screamed."HELP!!"
An arm... An arm was right next to her, reaching for her. She jumped, dodging it. Another arm. Another hand... the other side of her. She had to run back, run back. Run to... To a weaponry store. Somewhere, anywhere was better than where she was, being groped by zombies. She rand, ran with all with speed that her short little legs could carry her. Mad, freaking dash across the road. Oh great, the only freaking shop in town, and it was surrounded by zombies. Obviously, people did not prepare for the invasion! Ah, the weak-minded. They knew it would come. She'd known it would come.Joking... maybe, but in every joke, there's part of it that you believe.
The zombies came. And now... all she could do... was run. Run. Run. Run.
Some of the zombies stopped, some of them went after her. Some of the zombies that had been chasing the chick into the shop ran after her. Now, now she was done with. She needed to get something, anything with which she could take of the head. Anything. Anything...
Dear lord, wasn't there anything?!
Tiana screamed again as a zombie came closer to her. She was helpless. Her ankle was twisted and her Swiss Army knife was useless. She tried to move but couldn't.
nima sniffed away tears. "Yes..." she whispered, reaching for the gun.
Ah, Caro couldn't just leave helpless people to be killed. Of course, she'd always said that if she didn't know them, why save them when they might get infected and eat her? But, she had far too much of a conscience for that and really, really would want help if she was going to be eated. She ran up to the huge crowd of zombies, all slowly, mindlessly dragging themselves towards what seemed to be multiple girls.
"Hey! Yo! You all wanna' snack?! Come get one!" Her Italian accent was moderately thick.
Slowly, they moved their gruesome heads towards her. She froze for a moment in panic and fear. God, god, dear freaking God! What was she to do? Oh... right, freaking run! Run as fast as you possibly can!
Her long legs carried all five feet and three inches of her. Okay, so her legs weren't really long height-wise, but compared to her body, she had long legs.
Run... Run... Run...
What now? Oh, look, an escape ladder. A fire escape.
One Shot. One shot, or she's dead.
She ran to it, jumping up, just barely able to grab the bottom bar. Climb.
Climb. Climb. Quickly. Rush, rush, rush.
Made it.
Top of the roof.
Zombies?! On the top of a freaking building?! The HECK were they doing there?
Only one choice.
One risky, stinking choice.
She ran at them, and pushed them off. No death. No. No death for the dying beings. Just the cold, hard, dirty pavement below them.
Stare. She stared down at them with fearful, blazing eyes.
The one in the billowing orange shirt was her uncle.
She definitely was not making it to Heaven now...
OoC: Any grammar/spelling mistakes I make are usually intentional due to creative writer's freedom and style! >:}
OoC: Ha, ha. I'm sorry, I had to laugh. All that, and then... One line! Haaaa, wow.BiC:
Caro took in deep breaths. She closed her eyes. Ah, where was an iPod when you needed it, huh? Where was the music when it was the only thing that could keep a person together.
She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream out and cry her heart out.
But no. No... It was not the time to cry. She had to figure out a way around the stupid mob of zombies gathering at her feet and waiting for her to jump.
Why did her father have to eat the gun? Really? Sure, zombies ate everything... But the gun?
Nima grabbed the gun and shrugged out of the girls grip. "I have to help someone!" she ran past the girl and saw at least ten zombies. "OH CRAP I CANT DO THIS!!!" she thought, silently backing away, and the zombies not even looking at her, not knowing she was there.
Caro move to the middle of the rood. Alright. Alright. Okay. So, either go down there with the zombies, wait for something to come and get her and, (hopefully), save her, or die on the top of the roof from thirst. Oh wow... Lovely choices. Sure it would be very easy to make a glass-half-full situation out of them.
Ha, no.
Oh Caro, even in times of freaking peril, still being as sarcastic as ever.
Greeeaaat.
♥Sorano♥ wrote: "Nima grabbed the gun and shrugged out of the girls grip. "I have to help someone!" she ran past the girl and saw at least ten zombies. "OH CRAP I CANT DO THIS!!!" she thought, silently backing away..."((Tiana only has a knife now...whatevs))
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Caro blinked. Oh, that was not the time to be a rebelling, sarcastic, brat and tell the girl that she didn't need her help and then walk off to try and survive alone. Because, she really was grateful for now being able to get down from the roof without being eaten, and perhaps this person had another gun somewhere....She nodded, following the girl.
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Caro sighed, thinking about how difficult it really would be to get through it alone. Sure, she probably could, but it would not be easy. At all. "Sure," she said, nodding. "Got any other guns?" She did not explain her life story. She did not feel the need to tell someone else about everything that had happened to her. However, she did feel the need to say two things, just so that they'd be on the same page and she wouldn't come off as helpless.
"By the way, my name is Caro. Caro Sonno. Second, I have been preparing for this since I was really little. Unfortunately, my dad ate the gun, so I have no arms."
((Hm, well, everyone else seemed to have randomly just shown up near the shop, so you may do that if you would like!))
OoC:Oh... Sorry. *epic fail moment* Here, I'll make Caro interact wiff jer person!!
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Caro looked around the room and then blinked. She saw a girl lying unconscious on the floor. Hopefully, that girl hadn't managed to be infected yet.
Carefully, ignoring whatever it may be that her savior would have said, Caro went over to the girl.
She slowly began examining her for anything that may be wrong.
Then, she lightly slapped her on the face.
"Hey, hey girl. Are you alright?" If this girl shot up and bit her, well then, she would have lived her last minutes as a complete idiot.
Nima was in the kitchen of the store. "Hmm, looks like no zombies here..." she whispered. "I gotta hide...." she said to herself.
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"Whoo! Nothing like killing infected huh Dad?" Persephone said as she washed her shirt with the sink hose. "Yeah..." Her Dad said as he sat down. "Hun, can I talk to you?" He said. "Sure what is it?" Persephone said getting serious. She sat down next to him. He looked at her and said, "Sweety, two weeks ago at 5:31pm I got..." He trailed off and Persephone put her hand over her mouth. "Daddy! Did you get infected? No!!! Wait... Two weeks ago, at 5:31pm? You'll be a zombie in 3 minutes!!! No Dad no!" Persephone started to tear up. "Persephone! Listen to me! What did I tell you when you were seven?" Her Dad said. He reached in his bloodstained jacked and pulled out a pistol. Persephone's eyes went into fear and said, "No! No, Daddy I can't do it! Please Daddy no!" He said, "I will not let you get infected. In two minutes I will not be your father. You have to do this." She started crying and said, "I can't." "Yes you can..." He whispered. She gulped and took the pistol. Her Dad stood up and so did she. She looked at the clock, one minute. "Persephone, I love you so much." She started crying and said softly, "Say hi to Mom for me will ya?" He said, "Yes... I love you so much. I love you....." He started to change and screamed. He was infected now. Persephone shot him in the forehead before he could lunge at her. She cried and cried with the pistol in her hands.
Persephone stayed in her spot not moving. She was thinking, almost crying even.
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"Ohhh.... my parents were killed by zombies...." Nima said, patting Persephone on the back, lightly.
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Caro stood erect. She wanted to comfort the girls, but she wasn't quite sure how..."My parents were, too... And my boyfriend." She frowned. Were her siblings alright? They'd moved out ages ago... But were they okay? She'd heard nothing from them.
She wanted to cry so hard...
"We shouldn't stay here for long." Best to keep moving when things were trying to get you, it made it harder for them to track you. Gave them less time to search for you...
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"We are getting weapons..." Nima said, blankly.
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"Mk... OOOHHH, machine gun, and a katana!!!!" She said, picking the two up. "Yayz... love them!" She whispered admiring them. She grabbed a weapon holster and put the katana and the gun in the holsters.
Caro acted wordlessly. She took some holsters and strapped them to her leg, shoving a few knives in them on the lower strap. Above them, she kept ammo for two hand guns, as well as in her pockets. On the sides was where she put the guns. She also grabbed a katana, tucking it into her belt. She kind of felt like Lara Croft, but it wasn't the time to really think about stuff like that.
It was a time for action, and a time for quick movement.
Nima grabbed at least three boxes of lots of amo and tucked them into her holster pocket. "I'm good.." Nima said.
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"Mk, whatever you say.." Nima said.
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Caro followed. Ah, she hated following. She hated it so much. She'd rather lead. But of course, it was no time to be a complete b---- and try to take charge. No, she'd do what was needed to survive. She'd help them, and they'd help her. No arguing. No fights. No... not when death was on the line.
