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Post by toastingtonmctoast on May 20, 2007 14:50:37 GMT -5
IC: When Mark finally woke up he remembered a zombie head sitting on his floor and walked out of his room with his eyes closed in fear of seeing the horrible face again. He decided to take a walk into town. He heard people talking about zombies he thought he may want to share what happend to him but he decided he didn't want to think a,bout that horrible night. So he just walked down the street. When he realized he had not been teaching his karate class for 4 days! He ran back to his mail box and he wasn't suprised to find that it was filled with letters from angry parents saying that they had quit taking the class do to him not being there without any warning for 4 days in a row. So he sighed and decided to just find out why zombies was the hottest topic around. So for the second time that day he walked into town and asked people about what happend. He then realized his encounter with a zombie was no prank. Thats when he saw zombies moving into the park and he fought the urdge to pass out. He knew he had to do somthing! So he ran into the park and decided to fight the zombies off. After a few kicks and punchs he knew Zombies were slow but they were also strong. He destroyed ten in all but by then he was all out of energy. He turned his head and saw a van mostly full of teenagers. He stared at one of them and they stared back at him for a second then his vision went black and he passed out next to the van.
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Post by The Lawyer Pixie on May 20, 2007 21:17:43 GMT -5
OOC: don't worry, Mr. Zoddle and I have a plan for what's going to happen.
And Toasty dear, PLEASE stop fighting off the Zombies. Remember what YOU'D do if there were zombies. And if there were that many there already, the town would be in a crazy panic and mostly evacuated.
Sorry to mess up what you had going, but my bro and I have a plan.
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Post by Zoodle on May 21, 2007 16:51:24 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah Toasty. There are only about four zombies right now, and no one, and I mean no one, could kill a zombie with their bare hands. Remember, we're not heroes.
IC:
It felt like a giant weight had lifted from Drake's stomach. "Thank god... I was so worried about you! I thought... I mean, when I heard you we--" Cindy cut him off and reminded Drake of something very important. "I'd love to talk right now, but that guy is just standing out there!"
Cindy's father pushed on the gas, and they got closer and closer to the stranded teenager. When they got close, Cindy's father spun the steering wheel, and slammed on the breaks.
They swerved into place, the van door pointing directly at the teenager. The young man ran to wards the van, and Cindy swung open the door. He slid in, panting, and sighed.
OOC: Sorry it's so short, but I gotta go, and I would have to role-play as someone I don't really know at all anyway. xP
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Post by The Lawyer Pixie on May 21, 2007 23:41:22 GMT -5
OOC: GOSH, Tasha's waiting, Zood. Hurry your butt up, because I can't post until you continue with the plan
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Post by Shmoie on May 22, 2007 0:20:00 GMT -5
OOC: I'll just do a shortie before bedtime... ^^ I can't wait for Cindy and Tasha to meet. They're gonna be all like, "... I'd hoped the zombies might've eaten your brain by now." "Uh, don't be pissy at me just 'cause I have friends." XD
IC:
Cindy quickly closed the door behind the newcomer, and finally, dazed and gulping air, crawled over to the far side of the seat and sat down, automatically pulling on her seatbelt as her father again stepped on the gas and started to drive away from the park. "Cindy," he yelled behind him, panic-stricken, "are you alright?!"
She brushed her hair out of her forehead, nodding. "I'm... well, I'm as alright as could be expected, I guess. I mean, no, I'm not hurt or anything." She gave the weakest of laughs, even as her eyes were beginning to tear - with fright, with exhaustion, with confusion and disbelief. Blinking rapidly, she looked around at the rest of the car's inhabitants - there was a boy from school she kind of knew, and the boy they'd just picked up. "Can someone tell me..." she said, voice choked, "what's going on?"
OOC: Aw, poor pathetic thing. 9.9
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Post by Zoodle on May 22, 2007 16:00:14 GMT -5
Drake sighed and smiled, as he finally heard Cindy's voice. "Well... Tasha told me... wait... Tasha!" Drake turned to Cindy's father and blurted out, "Turn around! We have to go to Tasha's!" Cindy's father continued staring out the window, as he smashed Drake's plans.
"My wife is still at our house, I can't just leave her." "B-but... Tasha knows what to do! For god's sake, if you want your daughter to live, you'd at least drop her off at Tasha's!" Drake grabbed Cindy's father's arm. "Turn it around, please!"
Cindy's father stopped the car, but never turned his gaze from the street. He finally turned the car around, and started to wards Tasha's house. Cindy gulped, as she saw the lone zombie in the park. "D-do we have to go near the park?" She said, starting to shake slightly.
Drake turned around, and saw Cindy's fear clearly. "No, we don't, and we're fine, we're in a va--" Drake was cut off, as a loud 'bang' shattered the window in the back of the van. Cindy's father slammed on the brakes, Cindy screamed, and Drake and the new passenger looked for the source of the noise. Their new passenger pointed to the right of the van, and shouted, "Look!" They all turned their heads to the right, and saw a gathering of people, wearing black hoodies, the hoods pulled over their faces. Some of them held baseball bats, others held knives, and one or two held guns. One of them, clearly the leader, as he was standing in front of all of them, shouted.
"Get out of the god damned car, or we'll pull your dead bodies out!" The leader of the gang walked to wards the van, followed by the rest of the hoodlums. Cindy sobbed, and her father was shaking.
"I said, GET OUT!" The leader pointed his pistol at Cindy's father, and pulled the trigger. Cindy screamed out, "NO!" and wrestled around with her seatbelt, tears streaming down her face. Drake and Jack stared at Cindy's father, as he gripped his bleeding side.
"Do... what he... says..." Cindy's father coughed, and bared his teeth. Cindy finally unbuckled her seatbelt, then opened van door. She jumped out, tears still pouring from her eyes, and opened the driver's door. Drake opened his door, and slowly walked out of the van. Jack did the same. Drake brainstormed for how to get out of there, but nothing would result in him not dying.
"Girly, get the old man out of the freakin'* van, and get over to this side!" The gang leader turned around, and beckoned for certain members to come to wards Drake and Jack. Drake leaned slightly nearer to Jack, while the gang leader still had his back to them, and whispered in his ear. Jack turned to Drake, his eyes wide, and disbelieving, and Drake nodded to him. Jack nodded back. Drake jumped forward, shortly followed by Jack. They each grabbed one of the gang leader's arm's, and Drake grabbed his gun.
Drake pointed the gun to wards the man's head, and screamed out to the gang members.
"Drop your weapons! And lay down!" The gang leader tried to pull free of Drake and Jack's grips, but they held him tightly. "You heard him! Do what he says!" The gang leader ordered. The members dropped their weapons, then layed down to the ground.
"Cindy, get your dad into the back seat." Drake commanded, not turning his gaze from the gang members. Cindy nodded, and helped her dad to his feet. He closed his eyes tightly, and coughed in pain with each step, but made it into the back seat, followed by Cindy. Drake turned to Jack and nodded, and they both pushed the gang leader to the ground, and ran back to the van. Jack jumped in the passenger seat, and slid across to the driver's seat, followed by Jack, who stopped in the passenger seat. Drake handed the gun to Jack, and he pointed it toward the gang leader.
Drake turned the key, not actually having any idea how to drive the van. The van turned on, and he pushed on the gas pedal. The van sped forward, and Drake lifted his foot from the gas. Too far... He pushed lightly, and the van drove slowly forward. He went a bit further, and they were going a good speed. Jack examined the gun, then switched the safety on. He then placed it in his pocket, and sighed, realizing that the gang ordeal was done with. Drake didn't want to see Cindy crying, so he kept his eyes on the road.
"It's just around the corner there... Cindy... I'm... I'm so sorry..." Drake turned the van around a turn, and Tasha's house was in view.
OOC: I have few things to say, so here they are. Holy cow, that's big... Happy now, sis? I know Drake thought of that plan very quickly, but it just shows that he thinks very quickly. xP And I hope it's okay that I severely damaged Cindy's dad. xD
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Post by blackninjawolf88 on May 22, 2007 17:16:53 GMT -5
Ooc: I dont think that there would be desprit cultist so early in the outbreak but hey, maybe its bigger than everyone knows..... Also, Fraya and Jack arn't in the van are they? -reads over again- o.o unless I am very mistaken they arnt so...
Ic:Fraya snapped her cell phone shut and slipped it back into her pocket. This was bad. From the distance she had heard yelling and gun shots, but there was no way she was turning around to find out what happened. Her and the boy were still running, forever it seemed as if they couldn’t move fast enough. Although everything had only taken place in a few minutes. She stopped suddenly looking down a street. It was her street. She could see her house from were she stood. It looked clear. None the less she advanced carefully. If there was one thing that she learned from camping and hunting it was that sound was a luxury. She couldn’t afford to be noisy anymore. With the park so close to her house this was a danger zone for everything that moved, that was assuming of coarse that it had started in the park. To her is seemed most likely not. Her father always used to tell her ‘you cannot hide from the already hidden,’ and that was more true than ever. If she wanted to live through this she needed to become the hidden.
She walked painfully slowly to the door of her house. She thought that it must have looked weird to see her creeping along in the daylight along the middle of the street, but she had to get her box from under her bed. She had to.
Ooc: and there we have it. Anyone who can guess whats in the box gets a high five. (think of Rin.... she was in Merc's Taveren Untill it died) Dang it Ryu, if you dont post soon I might have to smack you with something... >.<
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Post by Shmoie on May 22, 2007 19:55:04 GMT -5
OOC: Jack's in the van, yeah. If you want to, maybe Fraya could somehow meet us at Tasha's house... cuz according to the plan Sadie described to me this morning, we all have to go there if we want to live. XD And yeah, it's fine you mangled Cindy's dad. I was kind of throwing around the idea of making him a zombie, anyway ^^
IC:
Cindy squeezed her father's hand, tears running down her face. "Dad..." she said brokenly, her mind still spinning with all the goings-on. It was all her father could do to breathe properly, and he merely returned the squeeze with a weak smile of reassurance. Cindy wiped her eyes, and looked up at the boy in the driver's seat. "... Where are we going?" she asked, her voice still wavery with distress. "What about my dad, and my mom? Who's Tasha? And, who are you? What was that thing?!" Her voice began to rise in pitch as she became more and more panicked. "Can you even drive?!"
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Post by The Lawyer Pixie on May 22, 2007 20:30:05 GMT -5
OOC: Almost.... able..... to post....... hurry, darn it!
And yes, in order for this thread to work terribly well they all need to get together and at Tasha's house before she leaves because she's their nutcase zombie specialist and best chance for survival. ^^
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Post by Shmoie on May 23, 2007 0:02:06 GMT -5
OOC: XD Cindy: "Who's Tasha? You mean crazy Tasha from school - wait. o.o Zombie freak Tasha? ... Well this is embarassing..." Tasha: ">:3"
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Post by Zoodle on May 23, 2007 1:22:29 GMT -5
OOC: Fine, Shadie, we can get there now xP
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"Whoa, whoa, whoa... whoa... too many questions... okay... I have no idea how to drive this thing." Drake was trying to hide his inability to answer some of those questions with humor. "We're going to Tasha's house, and she's a 'zombie enthusiast'. She you and I all go to the same school. Your mom can handle herself, and... your dad..." Drake sighed, unable to answer her question.
"We're here..." Drake saw Tasha and a boy sitting inside a truck. Drake parked next to the truck, and opened the door. "You guys wait in the van, I'll be back in a minute." Drake hopped out of the van, and closed the door.
He walked to the truck, and tapped on the driver side window.
OOC: Happy now, sis? xP
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Post by blackninjawolf88 on May 23, 2007 16:54:26 GMT -5
Ooc: Aww crap. I must be having a bad day…week.. month…year. Whatever this is….. I’m sorry. Maybe I have problems reading or something….
Okay….>.< no more screwing up!
Ic: Fraya opened the door to her house very carefully slipping inside. Her plan was to stay here as short of a time as possible. She ran swifly through the house picking up her pocket knife on her way to her bedroom. She closed the door behind her and knelt by the bed. She pulled the long box out and carefully removed the lid. Inside was her fathers present to her. A short sword with a wooden sheathe.
She had never used it before but now was as good time as any to practice. Her father was one of those ‘be prepared’ kinds of people although she highly doubted that he had zombies in mind when he gave it to her. She figured she could make her way out of the city using the sword as protection.
“Even if I do see any more zombies I’ll probably just run.” She said to herself. She didn’t pick up anything else on her way out. She had to be light and fast, even if this meant cutting down on supplies.
A few minutes later she was down out the door and down the road. It took her less time than she thought it would to grab what she wanted and leave. She cut through the neighbor hood instead of going back onto the main road, it would be safer that way. The neighbor hood was huge and maze like but she didn’t really mind.
Fraya turned her head to the sound of a car engine in time to see a van drive down a street and pull up to a house. She watched in interest for a moment before heading in that direction.
ooc: I'll have to do some amazing posts later to make up for all the crap I did earlier..... >.> maybe later though, I have homework
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Post by The Lawyer Pixie on May 23, 2007 21:28:02 GMT -5
OOC: No problem, I'm happy now! ^^
IC:
"Aw hell." Tasha had been about to start the engine when a van full of very paniced looking unprepared idiots pulled up in front of her house. "They've found me."
"Who?" Zach asked, already on her nerves again.
"People like you, Zach." Tasha sneered and rolled down the window of the truck as Drake from school tapped on it to get her attention. "What do you want? OH, I see. I see what you want. 'Crazy Tasha's always talking about zombies, maybe she can rescue us all from our horrible plight!'" she mocked in a singsongy voice, elbowing Zach in the side as she did so.
"Ow, hey."
"Yeah, now that you find out I was RIGHT you take me seriously. What the hell do you think I can do for you now, huh? Just earlier today, that was my last warning. I thought, 'Hey, why don't I try to give one more little crap for those people who treated me like just that, maybe they'll listen this time!' Well, you just had to go and call me crazy again, didn't you? You want a crazy person telling you what to do? You want someone who's a raving lunatic guiding you through a life or death situation? You think that this nutcase would actually WANT to help you after everything you put me through?"
"Hey, lay off Tasha." Zach said, looking between the two of them.
"Lay-" Tasha began to laugh bitterly. "Lay off? Lay off? Gods, how can you not know what I've endured? So I'll ask you once again: What do you think I can do for you now?"
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Post by Zoodle on May 24, 2007 4:05:21 GMT -5
OOC: Time for Drake to feel bad! IC: Drake was unable to get a word in, as Tasha and Zach argued. "Tasha... I'm sorry... I know I treated you horribly, and so did everyone else, but... I've endured so much since it happened... the girl I..." Drake looked behind him, at Cindy sobbing over her father, and a boy her barely knew was looking very uncomfortable. "The girl I love... her father is dying in his own van! There's a boy I hardly know, who just saved my life! I... I won't be turned away!" Drake heard footsteps, just as he finished his sentence. A girl was walking towards him, Tasha and Zach. Who's she?
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Post by Shmoie on May 24, 2007 9:31:17 GMT -5
OOC: I think it's my turn... either that, or it's Jack's. But all I'd really be doing right now is crying. XD So I guess I'll wait for either Tasha or Jack or Fraya to do something. ^^
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