Hell on Earth (Zombie RP)

[Johnnysaurus Rex]

Bishop had been sitting in the corner. Having experienced his fair share of the zombie's outside he wasn't in a hurry to get back out there. On his way here he had lost most of his gear and had dropped his gun after expending all of his ammo. All he had with him now was a lighter and a cigar he carried with him. While the others talked he put the stogie in his mouth and, of course, lit it. Nobody had taken notice of him so far, he should have stuck out like a sore thumb in his fatigues and boots.

 

[Enishi]

The old cop stood up, still slightly groggy.

"Before we go anywhere; we'll need weapons. Alright, everyone. Search the building; look for anything that can be used as a weapon. This is a pub; there has to be something around here."

The pub was a rather old place, yet held all the simple entertainment pleasures; a couple of pool tables, a dart set, plenty of empty bottles. The pub may be empty of firearms, but there were plenty of other necessities. The trucker immediatly broke open a fire slot and pulled out a fire extinguisher. The cops began scavenging the area, the younger uninjured cop took a bar stool and smashed it against the table; breaking apart into four different wooden legs and a small seating pad.

Alfonze, who was in the basement, picked out a pool cue from a rack.

 

[Phil]

Gordon was in the corner, who drank the last of his scotch and heard there was no more. WHen he heard that everyone was getting weapons and getting ready to leave, he stood up, straighten his hard hat a bit.

"Well, i recken we could use the tools out in mah truck. Gots a blow torch, lead pipes, you know, that sorta shit."

He said, his monkey wrench sitting on the table, stained with some blood, as if he had to fight his way to get here. He didnt know much about zombies, or horror movies for that matter, but he had enough sense to smack the buggers when they tried to rip into his neck.

 

[Johnnysaurus Rex]

Bishop stood up and looked down at the stool he had been sitting on. He considered doing the same as the younger cop had but didn't recognise how completely lethal the chair would be. Instead something on the wall caught his eye. There stood a large poster that had been signed by numerous baseball players along with some glass displays that held a few baseballs. His eyes moving along the rack He found something useful. Reaching up he pulled a hockey stick off the wall. It had been autographed by a plethora of players, some of which he could barely recall. Swinging his new (and probably very valuable) weapon over his shoulders, he waited for the rest to join him.

 

[jediduncan]

"This is dumb."

Despite apparently thinking that this was dumb, Cal stood up and began to look around the bar.

"Only reason I'm grabbing a weapon is to beat those crazies out there who might think we're zombies. Back in California, people were smart enough to know that zombies don't wander the streets, but I guess here they're dumber."

Then Cal got an idea. He walked around behind the bar and started rummaging through the stuff. There were glasses, mugs, bottles, corkscrews, that sort of thing. But then he found what he wanted; a small knife they used to cut fruit for drinks. He kept crouched behind the counter to make sure no one knew saw while he pocketed the knife, then emerged from behind the counter.

"I'll just grab a chair leg."

And with that, Cal selected one of the chair legs so handily made available by the cop.

 

[Phil]

Gordon went over to the boarded window, looking through one of the cracks to get a good view of the parking lot, seeing his truck and a few other cars were there. If he could get to his truck, he could get the tools they need to possible get a car or maybe a bus started, maybe even better. The only problem was that there was zombies out there, and he needed to find someone with the balls to cover him while he got his tool kit...

 

[Enishi]

"Look kid, this ain't california."

The young cop picked up the seat along with a chair leg as he walked next to the barricade. Looking around, he spoke out.

"Alright, there might be a few cars out there with some gasoline... Where's Alfred?"

The young cop began to frantically look around the bar for his older partner, who had gone missing.

"Where is my partner?!"

 

[Sovereign]

While everyone else were struggling to find a weapon, Doctor Jones continued to stare through the keyhole. "There's something wrong here." He said. "There's no one out there. I mean, there's no zombies."

 

[Phil]

"My truck is out there. I usualy carry a extra container of gass when i need it. But more importantly is mah magic box out in the back. We need it if we're gonna make sure those there cars are going to make it through this hell hole of a city."

Gordon stated, knowing with a little time, and in a safe place, he could possibly reinforce the front and rear ends of the cars if he had the parts. He then heard the Doctor say something about no zombies and turned to him.

"Eh? What do you mean there's "No Zombies"?"

 

[Johnnysaurus Rex]

Bishop sized up the kid as he came back around the counter. He didn't like what he saw. The guy looked shifty and too much like the boys that were labeled as stupid punk when he himself was only eighteen. Was this kid just living in denial or stupid? Unless he hadn't come into dierect contact with the zombies on the way here then there was no denying what was going on outside. People with rotting flesh that seemed to walk towards you with lifeless eyes... seemed like zombies to him. Hell, he probably knew a little bit more about the grandscale of the epidemic than the others did, he was briefed on the matter.

 

[Who Wrecks?]

"I'm gonna go check the cash register..." He said, hands already scooping bills into his pockets. "You know, planning for the future. I saw a movie once were after the apocalypse these dollar bills are worth like millions. Why they didn't go back to bartering is beyond me, but it could happen.... "

 

[Enishi]

Pushing back other survivors, the young cop stopped at the basement door. His expression went from worried to scared. Backing off slowly, the hunched form of the older cop slowly limped from the basement stairs. Something was wrong; the color in his face had disappeared and his eyes no longer held the scarred man that worked with the cop for so long.

 

[jediduncan]

"Know why there's no zombies out there? 'Cause zombies don't exist! I swear, people here just don't get it like people in California do."

Cal shook his head, then noticed the looting of the cash register. Seemed like a good idea. He joined the other guy in stealing as much money as possible as quickly as possible.

 

[Johnnysaurus Rex]

One look at the old cop told Bishop all he had to know. Lowering the hockey stick into his hands he started slowly moving towards the older man. Those closer had a better chance but he'd be there to help them if things went south. Damn he wish he still had his gun.

 

[Enishi]

The basement, once the place filled with bunks was now filling with zombies; dozens upon dozens had broken through the wooden door while the others were getting weapons.

"Close the door! Hurry! They're comeing!"

 

[Who Wrecks?]

"Dude. You from California? I watched the warriors run last season. Pretty sick... But yeah, you might wanna quit it with the comments. People here, just aren't as kind as you'd think seeing as how we're basically post-apocalypse and all..." he wasn't able to finish his sentence as he barreled through the possible zombie cop and sent him down the flight of stairs. Then, fueled by adrenaline, he slammed the door closed!

"SOMEONE GRAB SOMETHING TO HOLD IT!"

 

[Enishi]

((Just to let you know, as stated in the first post, the zombie outbreak started a month ago))

 

[Who Wrecks?]

((I think duncan is just being dumb))

 

[Phil]

Gordon saw what was happening, and grabbed one of the tables, flipped it on its side, and quickly started pushing it towards the door, turning his head to the others.

"What are ya waiten for?! Start stacking shit here!"

He yelled, pressing the table against the door so the flat side was holding the monsters back. But who knew how long it would hold.

 

[jediduncan]

"Yeah I'm from California, and back where I'm from, people aren't out of their goddamned minds like they are here."

Cal looked over towards the door to the basement, and stopped stealing for a second. He yelled at the rest of the group when he spoke.

"Hey morons! There's no zombies down there! Get it straight! Dude probably got scared, saw a mouse or something."

Instead of helping, Cal continued to steal.


OOC: And yeah, my character's just dumb.