Invasion of the Zombies: Day of the Dead (GAME ON! FIRST POST ON PAGE 2)

[Vwulf DeMarcus]

((Will RP, just currently don't want to try to figure out what I'm going to RP as. OK, OK, I'm lazy...but whatever.))

[Deathslayer7]

Locke bit his lip. Is it that bad to die? he asks. You shouldn't be afraid of death, but then again, i rather die then be one of those things.

[The Bushranger]

"Yeah. That's what I'm the most scared of..." Erin shivers. "I think I need to find the Doctor...I heard somebody saying there was one here...maybe I'm just scared and I'm really OK?" She looks up, her sapphire-blue eyes beseeching, looking for reassurance.

[Deathslayer7]

He shrugs. And sits down next to her. Whatever happens, you'll be fine either way. I'll go down before they take you.

[The Bushranger]

She giggles a little. "T-thanks. I'm Erin, by the w-way." She offers her hand. "Hopefully nobody will go down..."

[Deathslayer7]

Call me Locke. he says grabbing her hand and shaking it.

[Fawkes]

Just a reminder that I will not be updating today, as it is a Wednesday. I had a ten hour workday and a paper due in the morning. See you tomorrow night!

[Fleeing Coward]

Murska and I'll scavenge Romero’s

[The Bushranger]

Call me Locke. he says grabbing her hand and shaking it.

Erin smiles a little and has a moderately firm handshake. "N-nice to meet you," she offers, giggling softly.

[Oddity]

Doran Nightingale wakes up from his painful encounter with a stairwell. He finds himself inside a bank of some sort. Shredded money and pieces of broken desk are strewn throughout the building.
"Hey!? Anyone there? where am I?!"
a voice from outside yells at him to get to work.
"What? Why?"
"Friggin zombies... 'Cade up!"
"Huh?"
My, you are a slow one, fine... make yourself useful, go find us some supplies.
"Uh ohkay, I guess."

Doran squeezes through a gap in the window and walks off to scavenge at the Security Office.

((Aemoh))

[Robert Blackletter]

No point scavenge Romero

[Elder Tsofu]

Sanity702, no real discussion.
I'll take my chances and scavange at Cranberries Electronics.

[foahra]

fortify the bank and points at nobody.

[Wizibirb]

Doran Nightingale wakes up from his painful encounter with a stairwell. He finds himself inside a bank of some sort. Shredded money and pieces of broken desk are strewn throughout the building.
"Hey!? Anyone there? where am I?!"
a voice from outside yells at him to get to work.
"What? Why?"
"Friggin zombies... 'Cade up!"
"Huh?"
My, you are a slow one, fine... make yourself useful, go find us some supplies.
"Uh ohkay, I guess."

Doran squeezes through a gap in the window and walks off to scavenge at the Security Office.

((Aemoh))

While scavenging the security office the man might notice that someone else is their, his name is Todd the tank. He has that name for a very good reason. He is built like a tank. Todd turns around and sees the man and freezes.
You one of em? he says holding his 2X4 like it were a baseball bat.

[Fawkes]

fortify the bank and points at nobody. also scavange the sports room next to it.

You can't scavenge and fortify at the same time. One or the other.

[billtodamax]

I'll be away for four days.

It's fairly likely that I'll be able to get a vote in each day, but just in case, don't auto me please.

[Fawkes]

The survivors prepared themselves for the night ahead. Tensions were high, but the group managed to keep their cool.

Night 1 Begins

Item drops will go out shortly. If you scavenge but do not receive one, please PM me.

Note regarding items: you may give away or discard items at any time by sending me a PM. If you go scavenging while carrying three items, you will not find anything else.

[Phase]

Tallahassee dug through the piles of junk in the sport store, sun setting eerily through an open window. The excess carbon dioxide in the air, from idled cars stuffed to the brim with zombies, and fires that spread across the states, made the orange light refract through the haze. It was time to buckle down for the night, the mealy-mouthed bastards wont stay dormant for long...

Tallahassee stood and twirled his newly-found slingshot around in his hands. "Pfffh. This here's no weapon. This thing's child's play." He picked up the two remaining slingshot pellets and tossed them in the air. He fitted one into the pouch and let loose a lazy shot. A nearby mannequin found a two-inch whole where its eye used to be.

"Holy hell... Kick ass."

((This weapon lets me pursue a zombie to kill, so I'm gonna be aiming to kill Magtok. Don't too many people waste their stuff on him.))

[Fawkes]

Tsofu made a few wrong turns on his way back from Cranberries. The mall was like a maze. He eventually found himself in the front lobby. Lost, he hopped the counter to the information desk.

He scooped up a map and unfolded it. A glance up at a sign dangling fro the roof confirmed that he was at entrance A. He traced a path back to the bank and sighed. He clambered back over the counter and started on his way back.

20 paces behind him, the Major shuffled quietly forward. She watched with yellowed eyes as Tsofu slowly moved forward, checking the map every few seconds. Somewhere in what remained of her brain, the Major was preparing to strike.

20 paces behind her, Murska crept along, nailgun in hand.

Tsofu reached a corner and stopped. This didn't seem right. Was he holding the map upside down? He tested it. No, that was worse.

As he fumbled with the map, the Major crept closer. Murska groaned. There wasn't time to set up a better ambush. He charged out of cover, running at top speed toward the Major. "Get down!"

As Tsofu turned around at the sound of Murska's voice, he found himself face to face with the Major. Panicking, he stumbled backward and fell on his rear as five nails soared through the air. One caught the edge of Tsofu's map and ripped it from his hands. Three more found their homes in the wal behind him. The last landed in the back of the Major's neck.

The Major shrieked in a mixture of pain, anger, and confusion and began flailing wildly. Murska slammed into the zombie at a full run, pushing all of his weight into his shoulder. The Major was knocked clean off her feet. As soon as she hit the ground, she began to pick herself up.

"Come on, hurry!" Dropping the empty nailgun, Murska helped Tsofu to his feet. The two headed back to the bank, leaving behind a very angry zombie.

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Johnathon Locke was starting to get fed up with Brooks Sporting Goods. Where were all the survival supplies when you needed them? He rooted through a storage crate, casting aside a multitude of jackets and shirts. Who in their right mind would wear so much flannel?

A glint at the bottom of the crate caught his eye. "Well hello there. What are you doing down in there?" He leaned over the crate, trying to reach the bottom. Just as his hand grasped the item, he heard a dull groan behind him.

He whirled around to find Magtok inches from his face. The zombie would've killed him then and there, if not for the sudden introduction of a hole the size of slingshot pellet in its temple. The zombie crumpled to the ground.

Tallahassee spun his slingshot like a revolver and pretended to blow away some imaginary gunsmoke.

"What do you think? Zombie kill of the week, right?"

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Someone was taking a shortcut through the food court. That someone, coincidentally, was often colloquially known as "Someone".

He was walking along confidently until he noticed the zombified Cobra Ikari in his path. He stopped, gauging his options. He didn't have time to hang around out here for much longer.

Cracking his knuckles, he stepped up onto a table. He counted in his head: 3... 2... 1! He dashed forward, leaping from table to table. As he neared the zombie, he grinned. With one huge leap, he soared over Ikari's head and onto the next table.

The table collapsed as soon as he landed, sending him sprawling to the ground. His head slammed into a bench, leaving a smattering of blood on the seat.

He groaned and tried to pull himself back up, but couldn't muster the energy. He rolled over onto his back and was greeted with a reminder of why he had been running. Ikari fell onto him. Someone screamed as the zombie bit deep into his shoulder.

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Up on a piece of scaffolding, Crown watched the grisly spectacle through a telephoto lens. "Ugh, that's brutal." He snapped a couple pictures. "Nice composition, though."

"Not gonna help him, huh?"

"Hey, I don't see you doing any-"

As Crown turned around, a knife slid across his throat. The man gave him a push, and Crown fell from the scaffolding, his sliced vocal cords turning his attempted scream into a low gurgle. He hit the ground with a sickening thud, and his camera skidded across the floor.

Its lens cracked beyond repair, the camera's viewscreen flashed one last photograph: a blurry figure of a man with a knife raised to strike.

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Summary

Elder Tsofu and Deathslayer were attacked by zombies, but survived.
Someonenonotyou was killed by a zombie and has joined the undead horde.
Phase killed the Magtok zombie.
Crown of Thorns was murdered.

Day 2 Begins

[EleventhHour]

...Well. That's eventful.

[Eldritch Knight]

[COLOR="Red"]Elder Tsofu[/COLOR] Why? We don't know if he's infected or not, but can we honestly afford the risk?

[lostlittlebear]

Eldritch Knight

If he's infected, killing him will only add to the zombie horde at our gates - let him remain alive and for the doctor to heal. Lynching him is precisely what a cultist would do.

[Oddity]

((Eldritch Knight...))

Back scavenging at the Security Office, Doran stops to talk to the big hulking man. "I don't look like one of them do I?" He said in a slightly demeaning tone. The sad fact was he probably did look a lot like a zombie, a lack of sleep and lack of his vital medication had left him looking slightly pale.
"Okay, fine maybe I do. Just don't hit me with that damn plank, yea?"

Doran turns his back on Tank as he looks through the various cabinets and drawers of the office. "So, how'd you end up here eh?"

((Well, sorry bout this.
Posting away til the 30th.
Please don't auto me!))

[Lex-Kat]

Oddity, so he won't be auto'd.

[Murska]

"You'd better be more careful next time. I might not always be around to save you."

He turns and walks away with a posture suggesting he has military experience. The man, maybe in his fifties, looks around with a grim face and decides to head back to Shelley Hardware to maybe find something more useful this time.

[Wizibirb]

Aemoh for the random.

Todd will go back to scavenging the security office.

[EleventhHour]

"By my reckoning, I right patched up this barr-y-cade. Oughta get something from that Security Office, 'aight? I mean, none a y'all are even hidin' over 'ere where it's safe. So it ain't need to be patched up anymore. An Eldrich, we can't go kill no door-mant in-feck-ted, hey'll just get right on back up an' et yer brain. 'course, that lost lil' bear look rather sketchy jumpin' ontah that 'ight quick. Den again 'e is a bear."

[Lamech]

EK, thats a really bad idea

[billtodamax]

Quick vote: Lamech
Security store scavenge again, in the hopes of finding something that can actually kill a zombie.

[foahra]

went to scavenge the clothing store