Hell on Earth (Zombie RP)

[Johnnysaurus Rex]

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A couple of survivors tossed the body of Gerald outside while the formally dressed man was wrapped in a linen sheet. While the priest of the group gave his final prayers to the two dead men, the group led by alphonze gathered in the map room.

"As you can see... two major resource points are spread far apart. My idea is that we split two groups up and use the trucks to gather what supplies we can. One group will stay behind to barricade this station. It's risky, but at this point, we don't have a real big choice; those beasts could come at any time. Any volunteers?"[/b]

"I'll do whatever needs to be done. As you know I have some prior experience in a leadership position so whatever you need done I'd be happy to help out."

 

[Enishi]

"The most dire point is the gun shop located here:"

Alphonze motioned at a circled area far west of the station.

"This place might be ransacked and many weapons might be taken. However, if we can get anything, we'll be set. As a fair warning; there might be something living there other then mindless zombies..."

The man's head looked towards the area where Gerald's body was dumped. The paranoia and danger of this situation was enough to drive anyone insane; this group was lucky enough to have formed a caravan.

"If anyone knows this city..."

Alphonze motioned to the large, urban spot on the map.

"... help mapping our way through it would be greatly appreciated."

 

[OneoftheLost]

Gaden stepped forward, tipping his hat.

"Aye, whatya ned? I knaw the baksreet's like the back o' a fine wooman."

The Gypsy looked down, and then proceeded to help map, his badnaged hands pointing out various back alleys and ways to move through the urban landscape.

 

[Enishi]

"We'll need another place to hole ourselves up in; someplace we can leave quick."

Alphonze held up a small marker, giving the gypsy a chance to mark a few locations.

 

[OneoftheLost]

Gaden thought for a second, then marked several places.

"First one, it be ah...a place where the drug handlers hid from the authies. The owners of this fine buildin."

Gaden pointed to where he had circled several blocks away.

"Next one is an old boonk. First Boonk, not hard to find, we passed it, I saw that it was locked up. Mie be god eh?"

The gypsy scanned the map, looking for more places.

 

[lol not primary]

John listened carefully as plans were being made. Even if he could barely understand the one guy's language(He wasn't even sure if it was English), he could read a map. It all seemed simple and straightforward. Key word; Seemed.

"'Ey, if you guys'll 'xcuse me, I wanna try an' find sum'in ta bash some heads in." he said as he excused himself from the Group. His best bet would be to find an Emergency Fire Glass that had a hatchet in it. Knowing Cops, they'd go for their guns first and think about a hatchet later. "Fill me in when I get back, got it?"

Right off the bat, he didn't see anything that would be a good weapon to use. Long Term at least. Sure, Chair legs had their value as weapons...but he doubted they'd last that long.

 

[Phil]

"Well..."

Gordon said, several heads turning towards them.

"If your going to go get weapons and supplies, the best i can do is reinforce the trucks so they can plow through any zombies without damaging the car, as well as making it tougher incase you run into a swarm...."

 

[Wing]

Danny McCoy sat on the cot in his jail cell at the Wisconsin State Police Station. Every since the zombie outbreak, he was left there, even as someone came and killed the police men there. He was hungry and he ran out of hair grease causing his hair to be out of place. Upstairs he heard talking and a gunshot.

"Help! Help! Down here! Help!"

 

[Lillianne Crasse]

Fancy raised her hand and stepped forward, shoving her compact and hankerchief back into her...well, clothing (lol).

"You can count me inta leavin'. I ain't stayin in this place."

As the men were talking at the map, she thought she heard something. Raising a hand, she moved to the center of them, putting a hand on two of the larger fellow's chests.

"'Ey, hold up a min. Do ya hear sumthin?"

 

[OneoftheLost]

Gaden thought he heard it too. He didn't like it.

Re-bandaging his fists he listened.

 

[Johnnysaurus Rex]

With a sigh Bishop stepped out into the hall that was connected to the room. Looking both ways into the hall he saw a dead end wall with few blood smears. Near the bottom of the smear sat a smuped over body that had been vigorously gnawed on. Turning away from the gory sight West spotted a flight of stairs.

"I'll go check it out."

West walked back into the room and retrieved his hockey stick. He placed the pistol in the back of his pants since his pockets wouldn't hold it to well though the back of the pants weren't at all comfortable either. He'd have to find a holster. Walking once more into the hall he turned left towards the stairwell. Taking the first step down he peered over the railing to see if anything waited for him below. Continuing his descent slowly with the stick held tightly in both hands and close to his body he turned to the next flight and did the same as before. After this set of stairs he approached a doorway that led into what looked like a cell block. The place seemed poorly built. It wasn't probably meant for keeping prisoners long term.

"Hello?"

 

[Enishi]

"You..."

Alphonze gestured towards fancy.

"If your are really that restless, I'll have you take several other survivors to the supermarket."

Ripping off a sheet of paper from the wall, Alphonze scribbled a list of items. Bandages, water, vegetables, meats, a grill, etc.

 

[Lillianne Crasse]

Fancy stepped closer to the man giving orders out, hands on her hips, about to tell him off when it came to her that a supermarket would have smokes and alcohol. Finally, a smile spread upon her lips as she smacked her gum.

"Alright, but I need some brawn with me if I do this. I ain' goin' out there without someone watchin' my back."

 

[Wing]

Danny heard someone come down the stairs.

"In here man!"

 

[OneoftheLost]

Gaden was barely listening, he was rubbing his fists and waiting for noises from where Bishop had gone. He didn't like it, what if a zombie was down there?

Not much he could do but wait.

For a six time, bare-knuckle boxing champion, Gaden felt useless.

 

[Johnnysaurus Rex]

Bishop walked over and shook his head, "I suppose you are in there for a reason. So no cock and bull stories how you thought it was a good idea to be in here and somehow the doors locked up on ya. So, tell me..." West let the hockey stick lay at his side and he drew the pistol. He didn't flip it off safe but he held it in visible sight, "Why the hell should I let you out... or trust you?"

 

[Wing]

Danny was angered the man wouldn't let him out in a time like this.

"I was busted during my chop shop operations on the outskirts of town. You can't leave me in here. I can help you with mechanics. It would be the humane thing to do."

 

[Enishi]

"Well lady... you want some brawn?"

Alphonze gazed around the room, his eyes comeing upon the gypsy. Sending out their map-maker was a dangerous idea; if he got killed, navigating into the city would be hard. Inhaleing deeply and exhaleing equally strong, Alphonze looked at Gaden.

"How'd you like to protect miss five-doller here?"

 

[Johnnysaurus Rex]

"Well, you could be lying. Sorry, but you are on the wrong side of these bars to be taken seriously. Besides, we already got a mechanic who seems competant enough. We got a girl up there. For all I know you could be a rapist. Or just some sadistic murderer. That shout you undoubtably hear. That was from a man that we had trusted and he betrayed us. Thanks to him we are down one good man. But thenagain there is less scum to deal with. So? any better reason?"

Bishop was very wary now. He didn't imagine that anyone in the group would try would act as Gerald had. Hell, how could he trust this man who was a convicted criminal. Though he didn't know if the others were escaped convicts either...

"Then again, we could use the help. I'll let you go... but I'll be watching you."

With that Bishop walked back the way he came and headed back into the room.

 

[Lillianne Crasse]

"'Cuse me?" Fancy said, taking a step toward the man who had just insulted her.

She motioned to herself as she spoke, "this is no five dollar ride, ya hear me? I'm not some skank you pick up off the streets. I'm high class."