[RP]Requiem's Call

Roland Ives & Sebastian Nepal

Roland simply nodded when he was asked if he had seen zombie movies, honestly what person had not. Perhaps his experience so far with them was not so much as a study session as a kill session. He answered the mans question.

"Does it look like I am bit? He is the one who is dead. Either way you better be careful out there man" Yet Right after he finished his sentance he saw a large group of zombies behind the man he spoke to. Now from a first glance it looked like perhaps over 100 or 200 of them, but thinking clearly he realized that it was maybe just over 100. Either way they seemed to be moving a lot slower than the ones he had previously dealed with. Roland wondered if these creatures could evolve and decided to think about that later. Roland looked at the man....into his eyes....and saw the same fear he felt but would not show. "They are yours now." Roland said as he picked the Uzi up off the floor and threw it too him. Roland lifted up the 45 and let off two blasts spilling the brains of two of the approching zombies.

"Hold them off for a moment! I need to grab something." Roland left the man with the Uzis to hold them down for a moment. He ran back into his office where he tore the hole into the wall. He reached deeper inside and pulled out two AK47 machine guns. He also grabbed another bottle of whiskey. Running back into the room he tosses the AK47 to Seb and says "Follow me, please." He figured the man wouldnt argue seeing as the street did not look all that safe either. He led him upstairs and into his room and said "Do you want to take the staircase or the window, choose quickly. I have time to help my fellow men only as long as they have time to help me." While the other man made his decision he as well poured him a glass of whiskey.
 
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Sebastian caught the uzis rather easily considering his hand-eye coordination wasnt usually that good, 'looks like life or death situations do alter your skills' He turned and held back several zombies by spilling a few onto the floor, halting the progress of the others. He stepped backwards away from the horde and just inside the store. He turned just in time to see the other man return with an ak47. Sebastian had just enough time to holster the uzis before the other man had thrown the ak to him, Sebastian obediantly followed the other man before dragging a table to the top of the stairs and setting up position "Ill take here im no good with a sniper rifle" He said as he knelt in position with the gun pointing down the stairs
 
OOC: Right. ill take us there. Srry for the small G Mod. Want to interact with Sneaker's character

Im just wondering.... if this is a recent thing, like hours, it wouldnt make sense to have them having rotting flesh. Maybe severe exposed wounds like a disemboweled stomach or bones sticking out, but i dont see rotting within hours.... unless thats a property of the curse
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Aria Tenkawa

"W-we can go to my station... the fire station! I've got the keys on me, we can easily lock the doors and think of what to do...plus... the outbreak might not have reached that far yet? It's a 10 minute run from here. You ladies will be ok right?"

Aria wouldn't even be out of breath in a ten minute run. After turning into a wider street, Aria proceeded to begin slotting in bullets into her Mar'es Leg. It never costs to be too careful. In any case, the fire station seemed like a good idea to hunker down at. They were sturdily built and probably had a lot of good gear that they could scavenge, like radios and small hatchets. The girl's rusty pipe seemed to have seen better days and maybe a proper, deadly weapon may bump up her survival rate by a few percent.

Don't worry about me. I've been through worse in Georgia, and they had guns then. Just concentrate on the girl.

Aria spun the rifle in one hand, the enlarged lever loop designed purposefully for single hand reloading and firing. With the gun ready to fire again, Aria slid it back into the gun bucket and kept her 1911 ready. Her eyes darted everywhere, looking for something that may help. Zombies weren't human, so obstacles that would normally be circumvented in two seconds could probably hold them for maybe a few minutes.

There! A stack of construction scaffold pipes and timber planks.

As Aria ran by, her feet lashed out sidewards against the poles and the long timber planks, causing it to topple down across the still relatively narrow path, creating a criss cross lattice of steel and wood. As expected, the zombies ran headlong into the makeshift net. However, it was temporary as ever, as the creaking of stressed wood and the scraping of moving metal meant that the zombies were pushing hard against the barricade, using brute force to get through.

Time to leave!

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The trio did manage to lose the horde. The little blockade did its job and they managed to lose their scent. Right now, they stood outside the station doors, locked. It was dead quiet in the evening. Aria stood atop a 4WD that was parked outside, scanning down the road to the fire station. She most definitely heard gunshot just then, which meant a survivor. However, they could be a bit jittery and may plug them when they came by.

Alright. There may be someone at the station already. Ill go first, seeing i have the gun, stay on the road side of the line of cars parked on the street.

Aria vaulted down to the path side and with a low crouch jog, approached the station, her 1911 ready and safety off. She saw a silhouette of a person, a woman at the front. Luckily street lights were still on and there was enough ambient light to make out that the woman wasn't wounded in a deathly manner. She also did see that she was armed. Aria raised it up in a ready stance, but not necessarily pointing it at the woman. The best way was to have it up in case she lunged. In this stance, she could acquire target easier and quicker. There was a street light in between herself and the woman. It would be the best place to tell her to go.

You there. Excuse me. If you are still alive, unwounded and not craving flesh, can you please step out of the shadow of the building and into the street light. We would like to confirm that you are unwounded. We are aware that you are armed so can you please put away your weapon first?

To the other two behind her hidden near the car, she continued.

If she panics and attack, run. I think she has a gun so the noise might attract more zombies. Last thing you need is to be caught in between an unstable target and the undead. I've been under gunfire so i can deal with it.
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Anastasia was peering cautiously ever so often at the roadside, keeping her finger gently rested on the trigger until further notice. It wasn't until two women and a well built young man--one slightly younger than the first, arrived that she considered leveling the barrel of her gun for fear of having encountered more undead. However one of the young women steeled herself and rushed around to the side of the telephone pole, leaving her other two companions behind.

Anastasia cocked her head to the side stepping out into the slanted sunlight in order to study this person more efficiently.

"You there. Excuse me. If you are still alive, unwounded and not craving flesh, can you please step out of the shadow of the building and into the street light. We would like to confirm that you are unwounded. We are aware that you are armed so can you please put away your weapon first?"

Anastasia paused before lowering her weapon and finally placing her M1 Carbine back into her belted holster. The sheath's emptiness annoyed her but hopefully she could find a sword soon. First, she needed to confirm the identities of these newcomers.

"Alright, I've placed my weapon away and I promise I won't be compelled to shoot unless you give me reason to. First, let's clear the air here and get some pleasantries out of the way."

Anastasia suppressed a bemused look and stuck her hand out, she wasn't used to being so casual and shaking her hands with strangers. She was normally subdued and restrictive with the amount of physical contact she'd have with other agents and strangers were of no exception either.

"I'm Anastasia Chu, my occupation isn't relevant at the moment, just know that I'm armed and I'm more than willing to help you kill some of these fucking freaks. And your other companions are . . .?" She inclined her head towards the young man and woman patiently waiting by the cars parked on the roadside.
 
OOC: Righty. Its evening/night. Just to let others now. A short post to set up Squiddy and Rav

Aria Tenkawa

The woman obeyed, which was good. She stepped into the light and there was no obvious bite marks and she wasn't moaning in pain about a bad wound or anything, which meant chances are that she was fine.

"Alright, I've placed my weapon away and I promise I won't be compelled to shoot unless you give me reason to. First, let's clear the air here and get some pleasantries out of the way."

Her gun was away and she seemed civil and level minded at the very least. Aria thought that they may have another person they could add to their group. That would give them additional combat power and she seemed to be able to handle herself.

"I'm Anastasia Chu, my occupation isn't relevant at the moment, just know that I'm armed and I'm more than willing to help you kill some of these fucking freaks. And your other companions are . . .?"

The woman stuck her hand out, but Aria was cautious. She herself stepped into the circle of light thrown by the streetlamp. Gun still in hand, it was lowered down, pointing relatively to the ground. Keeping distance a bit, Aria performed a cursory examination of the hand, making sure there was no blood or liquid of any time. From what she knew, blood and such was a good medium usually for these zombie disease. Seeing that its clean, Aria thumbed the safety and shoved her 1911 into its holster, though her right hand still rested on her Kukri on her back. With her left, she took the hand and once twice. No need for prolonged contact, just in case this was a lure. Any longer and she may leave herself open for a grab.

Aria Tenkawa. Its good to see another living person around and even better to hear you are able to handle yourself. We might need help since one of the two back there seems less physically inclined. As for their names, no idea. I just saved their hide from some zombies, but good news is, the man has the key to our "lodge" for tonight.

At the word lodge, Aria motioned her head at the fire station. In a lowered voice, Aria called for her companions.

Hey, you two, its alright. Double time it over here and get the door open. Longer we stay out here, the riskier it is.
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Roland & Seb : Rain of Death

Roland took a sip of his whiskey, tasting the bitter taste warm his throat on its way down. He thought of his new companion who was out in the hall over looking the staircase. He thought this man seemed a little entertaining in his opinion but generally seemed like a decent person, just trying to stay alive. Roland lights a smoke and inhales deeply as he takes a sigh of deppresion for what he is about to do.
And it begins.......

Roland ruthlessly leans foward out the window with his AK47 and pulls down on the trigger before he has even started to aim. Ratatatatatatatatat. He let foward a long stream of bullets that begins to rupture and pierce the monstrous flesh of the zombies. Some had their knee caps blown off leaving them laying there without a chance just to be finished off later by random shots. Some had there skull caps blown off immediatly and fell to the ground......It was absolute mayhem

Roland pulled the tab off three grenades and tossed them all outside into the street at the horde of zombies, immediatly ducking down below the window as they went off with a mighty explosion. In the background he could hear Seb doing his job. He lifted back up to peer out the window noticing that there was significantly less zombies after the explosions....but also realized that they were probably inside the store. "these fuckers cant think past food, can they?" he thought to himself. He noticed that a few of the zombies had actually started climbing up the building using the windows sills and ledges..."It wouldnt get them that far" he thought. Never the less he pointed the 47 directly at the ones climbing and blasted multiple shots diretly into the top of their skulls, watching as they fell upon more zombies entering the shop. He let off about another 30 rounds killing the last 5 zombies visable from the window.

Roland grabbed a duffel bag from the closet in his room and pulled out his knife. In one tremedous slash he brought the knife deep down into his mattress and ripped out a hole of about two foot long. He started relentlessly ripping the stuffing out of his mattress and when he got to a certain point....there they were...Guns.

Roland Grabbed 5 loaded clips for the 47 and 3 additional boxes of ammunition along with a double barreled shot gun and a box of 16 rock salt shells. He also tossed in and additional AK47 and the biggest and baddest thing inside his mattress....A rocket launcher...but he only had 2 shots to go with this. He also threw his little black business looking bag inside along with the sniper rifle he had used previously. After he had zipped the duffel bag up he tossed it directly outside the window with a SMACK as the heavy bag hit the pavement. He grabbed 5 grenades out of his box leaving maybe eight or so left inside. He then delicately dropped the box outside the window.

Roland ran into the hallway and saw Seb, he looked frantic (honestly he could understand why, there was probably a ton of those motherfuckers trying to force their way up.) He made eye contact with Seb and said these words. "I hope your not afraid of heights my friend. I am taking this building down...I need you to get out of that window." Roland did not wait for any arguments or back talk, even if Seb had any they would be pointless because he was going to do what he had planned regardless if Seb was still in the building or not.

Roland took the AK47 and pointed it directly at the floorboards. He let it fire endlessly until the clip was dry, creating a hole into the bottem floor where he could see the heads of numerous zombies through the holes he had made. He finished by firmly kicking the weakened spot of the floor as the broken and splintered wood dropped the the floor. Roland took three of the grenades he had grabbed. He picked lifted up his glass of whiskey and drank the whole glass in one enourmous swallow. Zombies started making there way to the entrance of the hallway from the top of the stairs.....he let them get even closer....than armed all 3 grenades..and dropped them casually into the hole his AK47 had made. And as if life depended on it (which it did) He bolted back towards the door of his room...removing the pins of the remaining two grenades. When he reached his room he launched himself out of the window in a 90 degree turning motion, and while in midair as if in slow motion he lifted his arm back and tossed the remaining two grenade directly back into his room right as zombies started to barge through the door. And he fell.

The explosion was huge causing the top floor too fall into the bottem, glass and broken brick and wood chips flew past him even as he was in the air and he landed "hard." On the ground he was dazed and looked up with all the might he had left in him to see if he was about to get eaten...he could see nothing....And his last thought that ran through his head "I hope I found a trustworthy companion" As he passed out cold on the pavement.

 
Rhys D'Neree

They had made it to the Fire Station faster than expected thanks to the woman with the guns. She'd even managed to slow those blasted undead with a neat little makeshift web. Rhys was impressed but soon his mind was elsewhere when the sounds of gunshots went off and it wasn't from the lady they'd been running with.

Alright. There may be someone at the station already. Ill go first, seeing i have the gun, stay on the road side of the line of cars parked on the street.

Rhys obeyed. He was usually one to throw himself into the the action but not now.. not today... he was mentally and physically exhausted so he left the woman with the firearms to do as she pleased.

He watched the women from afar, with the 'pipe' girl next to him. The first woman seemed to have calmed the second woman down, which was good, it didn't look like they'd be under fire any time soon. Eventually the first woman called out to them:

Hey, you two, its alright. Double time it over here and get the door open. Longer we stay out here, the riskier it is.

Once again Rhy's obliged. Walking over and fumbling for they keys in his pocket. He placed the double toothed key into the large door and pushed it open. It make a creaking sound which it always did but in this eerie atmosphere it sounded haunting. He walked into the Station... his work place... and flicked on a light. The whole building lit up.

"Welcome to my work place..." He said with a voice of defeat... Rhys took a few steps in allowing the others to get through the door and then... he hurled. Vomit falling to the floor where he stood. He leaned his arm against the wall, hair falling down, just covering his face. He couldn't stop it, the spew kept coming. It wasn't because of the zombies, it wasn't because he'd just ran for miles. It was because only half an hour ago he had severed his Girlfriend of 3 years head...

Finally the spew stopped... and he stood up straight.. "How embarrassing.." he said lightly, grabbing a greasy rag from the table near the door and wiping his mouth.

"Let me show you where some of the useful supplies are..." He said as though nothing had happened walking towards the back of the large open room where some huge cupboards were.

"You'll find Walkie talkies here, torches, rope...almost anything here will come in handy." He then unlocked another cupboard and opened the doors, pulling out an axe. "This is mine." He smiled weakly.

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"Hey, you two, its alright. Double time it over here and get the door open. Longer we stay out here, the riskier it is." The woman with the two guns waved her companions over and they started to cross the road.

Anastasia followed the two women along with the man into the fire station. Mentally she was mapping out the area, scanning the layout of the station to see if there were any undead lurking around. Sensing that it was safe she stepped into the threshold.

"Welcome to my work place." The man in question that had pushed open the creaking doors, sounded weak. He had a sickly pallor to him and Anastasia feared that the recent events that had transpired had mentally and physically taxed him. He pitched forward, puking noisily. The unbearable stench of hot sick filled the air and the assassin calmly placed a cool hand on his bare shoulder. She hoped that the gesture although miniscule was consolation enough. She understood. It was a trying time for everyone involved.

The man recovered and her hand slid easily from her shoulder; in fact he hardly seemed to note that she had touched him at all.

"How embarrassing . . .," the man straightened up, snatching a greasy rag from a table near the door. He wiped the spittle and vomit from his mouth.

"Don't be embarrassed. This shit is hard for everyone. You don't need to say it, but I can ensure you that whatever you went through . . . I understand." Anastasia wasn't one to initiate conversations often; however she felt compelled to speak now for some unknown reason. A small part of her was touched by this man's raw display of emotion and vulnerability. In a way, his weaknesses was a vehicle for her to express herself. Prior to pulling up to the station, Anastasia had repressed the weight of their predicament. She had mentally steeled herself for the worst, holding off any display of emotion. But this shit was all too real, the city was overrun by the undead and there was a possibility that her brothers and sisters . . . her parents even . . .

They could be dead.

". . . Let me show you where some of the useful supplies are . . ." the man led them to the back of what Anastasia identified as the interior of the garage bay. There was a fire-pole nearby but it looked as if it had just been shined down recently. A series of cupboards held what she presumed to be medicinal supplies, first aid kits, standard firemen weaponry, gloves, and equipment. The man took a set of keys and unlocked a cupboard where a lone rusted fire-axe was mounted on a rack. He took it down and stated, "this is mine."

Returning to her earlier worries and ruminations, she excused herself from the group. Taking out her cell phone she pressed the 'Call' button and was relieved to see that there was a signal. She dialed her parents' home phone first and waited patiently. After three, no five rings at the most, there was dial tone. The answering machine didn't pick up which was odd as it was automatically programmed to do so. Their phone, she surmised was off the hook. Sighing wearily she tried her sister's cell phone and was relieved once she heard her high-pitched "Valley-girl" accent filter through.

"Ana . . .?"

"Hey Susan, did you hear from mom and dad?" She paused, "I'm sure you've heard of the outbreak on the news."

"Yeah, actually mom and dad are with us right now; we're taking shelter at one of the hospitals in the city. We're safe, don't worry. What about you, Ana? How are you holding up in Washington? We've been so worried." Her sister was trying to remain strong but Ana could already tell from how heavy her voice was, that Susan was going to cry.

"I'm fine," she glanced towards the three companions and lowered her voice cautiously. She didn't want them to overhear her during her personal conversations with her family members.

"Just . . . tell mom and dad that I'm fine. I've found three survivors--two women and a man, they're all armed. The guy's a fireman so he let us take refuge until further notice at his fire station. I'm not gonna lie, shit's rough up here. I'll call you later though, Su; I've got to conserve my battery life." Indeed, Anastasia in her flustered hurry had forgotten to pack her charger. It would be incredibly daft of her to risk going back to the apartment now all for the purpose of retrieving it. Besides she could probably find an abandoned cell phone store and pilfer one from there. After hastily saying goodbye and trading "I love you's", Anastasia clasped the phone shut and pocketed it.

"So . . .," she walked back towards the assembled group and clasped her hands together audibly.

". . . any plans so far? Are we going to take up shelter here for the night and wait for more survivors? Or are we going to risk going back out there to comb through the streets and actively search for 'em?"
 
So it seems they were finally in a relatively safe spot. Whether or not this safety would last was another matter altogether, but Megan figured it would be much more appropriate to know who she was with for the time being. The first was the man, who was now vomiting as she looked over to him. While the sight was nauseating, she saw no reason to be disgusted.

Then, there was another woman with them now. This one joined them somewhere on their way. In all honesty, Megan never quite knew she was with them until she came into the station. Her voice as she spoke to an unknown someone an inaudible murmur as Megan glanced over to her.

Finally, there was the gun-totting female. This one took charge from the moment she encountered them. Megan didn't really think much about how she came to possess those weaponry, but she figured if it would help them live a while longer, the reasons didn't matter.

What really mattered now was her family; suddenly, she was afraid that something may have happened to them.

"You'll find Walkie talkies here, torches, rope...almost anything here will come in handy."

Grabbing an axe, the man said,"This is mine."

A good choice, Megan realizes as she walks over to grab the rope. Truth be told, she didn't know what good the rope would do, but she took it anyway.

"The name's Megan. But you can just call me Meg."
 
Sebastian happily blew the hell out of any walking corpses that came within range of his weaponry. he left the stairs littered with corpses, letting the zombies just manage to climb the pile before he shot adding their body to the pile, making it harder and harder to get up the stairs. ees filled with frantic excitement, he felt happy doing this, maybe all those games really did de-sensitise you he would give more thought to this later

"I hope your not afraid of heights my friend. I am taking this building down...I need you to get out of that window."

in his current state seb could do nothing much but smile and nod in agreement, he used to be scared of heights but right now that didnt matter. he felt that he sort of knew what was going to happen and felt that leaving would be a good idea. the pile of bodies had indeed managed to block the stairway now anyway so escape that way was out of the question. he ran over to the window and cleared the place with his gun butt before leaning out and shooting a few climbers back off and into the realms of death once more. He heard noise behind him and registered what his new "friend" was doing. thats when he saw the zombies get through and heard the shooting into wood and the click of grenades. He climbed out as quickly as possible and ran for cover, just making it far enough to not get hit by debris as the building exploded in on itself.

"sh**...." he said looking back over the pile of cars he had hidden behind and spotted a figure in the alleyway that mightve been his companion He ran over with his gun raised, no movement from anywhere around him so he reached the figure without trouble. He looked a little banged up but nothing pain killers probably wouldnt fix "Come on man!" he shouted to the figure "GET UP!" He started to drag the man out of the alleyway before picking him up and supporting him as he more or less carried him to the comic and game store he ran. he had metal shutters and reinforced glass so they should be partially safe there
 
Luke caught the pair of keys tossed at him and started to head for the garage. Before reaching the door he turned around and looked at the other two guest. "My name is Luke Trizel, so are the other two of you gonna follow us or look in they city for any survivors? Aaron was it, are you a good shot with a rifle. I'm gonna be going as fast as I can to get to the place and won't have much time to shoot if we run into any of those things."


Luke tosses his rifle to Aaron "Trusting you to have my back while we go through hell and back again. So with that being said let's go for a joy ride and see what we can find."

Luck started to leave the house now and headed for the garage once he opened the door and started up the hummer, and he waited for the others to show up if they were gonna tag along.

 
OOC: I doint think you introduced your character Squiddy, but lets just say he did?
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Aria Tenkawa

"Welcome to my work place..."

The fireman finally got the door open and the group quickly trooped in and closed the gate. All the lights turned on, which kind of worried Aria. Light had always attracted Zombies though it was probably ok as long as they didnt make any loud or obvious noise. All of a sudden, the man doubled over and heaved up vomit. Aria could venture a guess that with the adrenaline down, the shock of what he had gone through must be catching up. Aria, and from her calm demeanor, this woman, Anastasia seemed quite fine with it, which meant she was in a profession that dealt with firearms and death, much like herself. That, or she had steel guts.
"How embarrassing.."

"Don't be embarrassed. This shit is hard for everyone. You don't need to say it, but I can ensure you that whatever you went through . . . I understand."

She pondered whether she should comfort the man, but Anastasia seemed to have gone ahead and done so. So instead, Aria examined the fire station.

"Let me show you where some of the useful supplies are...You'll find Walkie talkies here, torches, rope...almost anything here will come in handy."

Rhys opened a cupboard and locker that had a fair amount of supplies that Aria thought was crucial. Aria saw radios, which was quite high on her list. She took four out along with four torches and four sets of first aid kits. These they had to carry around. Everywhere. The man then took out a fire axe and brandished it with a weak smile.
"This is mine."

Hm... seems deadly enough. That should keep those undead at bay.

Anastasia had gone off to the side, though from her posture, Aria guessed it was a phone call. Just about anyone that had any sort of decent refuge would be trying that. Aria had no need for it however. Her "father" was still in Africa.

The name's Megan. But you can just call me Meg."

Megan, Rhys, name is Aria Tenkawa. Its good to see that we all made it out in one piece, but first things first. You got something better than that rusty pole you picked up Megan?

Now was the perfect time to organise survival packs. Just so that they can just grab it and escape if anything happened. In fact, there should be some perfect harnesses that they could wear to help hold stuff. Something like a combat harness, but a firemen's version.

Say Rhys, you got anything like a few firemen's harness? I want to make us some survival packs so that if the perimeter is breached, we are good to go in seconds.

While she had her thigh holster and the Mare's Leg bullet belt, it was inefficient to hand everything on them. Weight distribution needed to be even if they were to conserve stamina and survive
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"Chapter 1 1.VIII

Matevy

Matvey nodded and stood up.

"ill move my Car so you can get out." He stood up and walked out past Luke. He moved swiftly over to his car and unlocked the door. Opening it. It got in and started the car up. Hearing the lovely roar signifying its Start up. He put his foot on the gas and backed up out of the driveway.

"ill be following you!" he shouted.
 
Chapter 1 Final: Outbreak​

Aaron caught the rifle,checked the clip,reloaded it,and loaded it....Not really my cup of tea but i know how to use this thing..He thought to himself,he then followed Luke to the garage.

Aaron:You coming?

He yelled to the last person in the room,while walking off

(( @Kyoshiro Last one in the room just need you to post before we move on chapter 2,Chapter two will be called The Search btw))
 
Roland Ives : Awakening

Roland woke up. His head was spinning and the first thing he did was pat his pockets to see if he had his smoke...."Fuck" he muttered to himself.

"where am I?" He said out loud......it looked like some kind of nerdy store. He started to get up and felt that his ass and legs were cramped up like no other.

This must of been Sebs office or some place that he just took cover in....he hoped the second one..feeling a tad ashamed that he had to be saved my a comic book guy....and at the same time extremely greatful.

Roland knew he had to have some conversation with this man. He wondered if he was here right now, as he glanced around the room.
 
Sebs turned back from where he was stood at the main door, watching as the zombies pushed against the shutters. Thank god he had managed to get them down in time, it should buy them at least an hour, he just hoped his friend would wake up soon, and at that very moment he heard the other guy move "Oh hey im glad you got back up" Sebs passed him a glass of water and some pain killers. "i dont suppose you can think of anywhere that gives us a strategical advantage over the moaning masses?" He booted up his computer thanking god that the electricity was still holding out
 
Rhys D'Neree

Rhys looked over at his new team... it was a team of women he felt like the odd one out. Most men would be more than pleased to be in this situation. Rhys would have been no exception back in the day but now things were different.

"Well nice to meet you both, Meg and Aria, and you too Anastasia." He smiled at the latter, she was kind for making him feel less awkward after his little outburst.

"So, We have harnesses in the store room which is through that door." He pointed behind Meg "There is also a break room upstairs with a fridge and food supplies. We don't have much... The guys usually bring their own food in from home but you might find a few packed lunches already stored in the fridges. There is an abundance of snacks too, we have a charity box full of them. Also plenty of tea and coffee." he continued "If you want to use a bathroom it's right around the corner to the left."

The man then walked over to the window and looked outside, it was really dark out there. "It's probably too dangerous to go out searching for survivors in this darkness... I can bet those monsters can smell us better than we can see or hear them. But if you guys wanna go out then just gimme a holla." He let out a deep sigh and turned around with a semi smile. "but I'm not really feeling too well...I think I need a rest..."
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Roland Ives : Thinking

Roland took the painkillers from Seb. "Thank you for saving my ass back there man." He swallowed the pills.

Roland stood up still feeling a little weak but better none the less. "My name is Roland, I am pretty good with computers and weapons. If we get out of this alive I would rather you said nothing to anyone about the weapons you saw today."

At this point Roland asked Seb some questions regarding there next move.

"I do not think this place is going to hold us for very long." He said in a almost certain way. "Tell me about yourself Seb."

"Do you have any plans yourself? I know its night time but I dont think we will last until daytime. I think there are more people out there. Do you just plan on staying here?

Roland waited for the mans reply and than said, "There is a Fire station about a few miles away from here. I think it is a good fortifide place to be for at least a little while and I think that we may find a survivor or two on the way there. Hell, we may find the whole fire squad."

"If you are want to go with me that fine, if not that is ok too. However it is too far for me to walk in this god aweful shit. Do you know if there is a car near by? I can hotwire one if you know where one is. Also if you do choose to come with me....can you drive well?"

Roland gazed at Seb who seemed to be considering his options.
 
Sebs looked up as roland finally introduced himself properly. he listened to him speak and then answered "it will hold for about an hour or so, i reinforced the glass incase of riots" he rapped on it as the shutters jangled "but i dont know if it was built to stop a zombie horde" when it came to the question of transport "we could get there via the roofs i guess but if needs be theres a garage out the back filled with motorcycles, im a collector of them" he hit print "give me three seconds and we can be ready to go to the fire station" he grabbed the maps that he had printed out and shoved them into a backpack. he had placed the uzis into leg holsters, he had bought real holsters a while ago. and he took up his ak once more "As for telling anyone what i saw, as long as you dont tell anyone that i hacked the government for fun and now used the skills to help us then i wont say anything either" he smiled despite his situation before heading towards the back of the shop that either lead to the ROOF or the GARAGE
 
Shace was in the police station just getting back from an undercover assignment when all hell broke loose in the city. There were weird creatures outside. "What in the..." Shace suddenly saw the creatures killing people left and right. Shace grabbed his gun and started to shoot the creatures with other cops, but they kept coming. Shace slowly walked back inside the station while trying to get the other cops to follow, but it was too late most were dead.

In all of his undercover work Shace never saw anything like this. Shace stayed calm while trying to save his life Shace looked around for anything that could block the door for a little while while constantly shooting his Desert Eagle at the weird creatures.

"There is nothing-" Shace heard an explosian and half the front door ended up caving in Shace felt his leg get hit by piece of metal. "ouch son of a..." Shace removed the metal from his leg and covered it up with some bandages from the first aid under the desk. "It will do for now," he thought to himself as he limped towards the window to see if he could see anyone still alive out in the city.
 
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