Zombies in Vegas!

[SonOfFire]

Xavier opened the doors to exit the gym, seeing people rush in and out of there apartments with handfuls of items was unusual but he thought nothing of it. Sweat dripped from his face and shoulders onto the ground having just finished working on a 150 pound heavy bag. Moving towards his apartment he bumped into an old Hispanic man, the man only being slightly knocked back before he continued rushing towards his truck. What the hell is going on he thought to himself, these people were never this busy. As Xavier opened the door to his upstairs apartment the pungent smell of marijuana immediately hit his nose like a right hook, the TV had been left on. An infomercial was broadcasting about some kind of miracle drug that boosted athletic performance.

Locking the door behind him Xavier took a seat on his heavily worn couch and tossed his gym bag across the room. On one side the leather had almost been completely ripped off and two of the 4 feet were missing causing the couch to slope down from one side. Opening the mini fridge where a coffee table should be located Xavier grabbed his already prepared post-workout drink. He continued to watch the TV, occasionally taking sips from the 16 ounce plastic shaker until it was empty.​

 

[Vinn Esper]

@Enuf
The lady falls onto her back and doesn't move anymore. The man is whimpering and limps over to the wall, leaning on it as he pulled up his pant leg. A giant chunk from his calf muscle had been torn away, and seemingly disappeared as it was no where on the sidewalk. "Heh- heh hehay min" the African man says incoherently. He clears his throat loudly and continues, "Hey man," you gotta help me get to the hospital. I'm gonna..." the man trails off as he slumps over unconscious. Blood continues to pour from the wound. Suddenly a screaming siren can be heard coming towards you from the same street where the man had turned the corner. By the rapidity in which the siren is increasing in volume you can tell the vehicle it's coming from will soon be in sight. Just as your ears start to hurt, a Metro PD cruiser zooms into the street. It doesn't turn, running straight through the street in the blink of eye and impacting against a stone building on the opposite side so hard the back end of the cruiser raises and bends up in a L shape breaking the siren. The impact leaves the car immobilized and in place of the siren is the horn of the police cruiser which sounds like an annoying bass filled alarm.

@Asher
"Hey guys, are you worried about this new disease ripping through the east coast? Well we all know the best way to prevent getting sick is to be as healthy as possible. This has been proven by medical science again and again. You know what else has been proven again and again by medical science? Our new supplement," the TV suddenly stops broadcasting and a beep emirates from the set. The screen turns to red with big white letters reading BREAKING NEWS BULLETAIN. The screen changes to show a reporter. Behind him in the distance are several police cars. Officers are taking cover on his side of the cars and firing shots in the opposite direction. "The northern part of the strip has erupted in violence," the reporter starts, "several gangs seem to have united in a common cause and begun an unadulterated killing spree out here. Untold numbers of people have already been killed and more and more people are losing their lives by the second."

Behind the reporter a seat truck suddenly erupts into a fiery ball, lifting off the ground in the process. Bodies in riot gear can be seen flying across the screen. The reported ducks slightly and the normally fault-less censors fail to catch him as he loudly proclaims, "holy shit." Then suddenly the set turns to static just as the reporter falls screaming in pain for a brief second.

 

[Enuf]

Hudsons eyes widen, he still remained quiet his hands shaking violently as he DID just kill a person. But that's why he carried. His worried, scared eyes locked onto the man who collapsed in-front of him and then to the Police Car that smashed into the side of a nearby building taking a step back, he took a deep breath before grabbing the wounded man by the shoulders--he would drag him around and into the back of his truck. The Bed would open with a groaning sound as he placed him into the back "Jus..Just hold on!" he would remove his jacket, placing it over the mans wound as he ties it tightly around it, before rushing into the Cab. Starting the process as the tires behind him burn rubber for traction before he floored it down the street, his hands collapsed into his pocket removing his cell-phone as he dialed "9-1-1"

 

[SonOfFire]

Xavier had just finished his post-workout drink when the breaking news bulletin came on, the police firing causing him to lean closer to the screen as he observed the situation. The sudden explosion from the vehicle caused him to jump up and shout. He began pacing back and forth across the apartment, his thoughts going all over the place as he tried to decide between hunkering down or getting the hell out of dodge. Xavier grabbed his gym bag and quickly jogged to his bedroom before dumping its contents out onto the floor, the smell body odor slowly creeped into the room. He began to quickly pack things into the large gym bag including deodorant, spare clothes, matches, and an 80 sack(quarter ounce) of marijuana that was double wrapped in Ziploc bags. Zipping the now full center section of closed he rushed to the kitchen, opening his fridge he soon realized that he hadn't gone shopping yet. He stuffed 2 water bottles, 2 packs of instant noodles, and a 100 milliliter bottle of whiskey into the various side pockets of the now fully stuffed gym bag.

Placing the gym bag around his shoulders Xavier ripped up his couch cushions to reveal a loaded Glock 23 Gen4, grabbing the gun he racked a bullet into the chamber before switching the safety on and tucking it to the right side of his waistline. While secured the firearm was not hidden in any way. He grabbed the car keys to his RX-7 and quickly made his way downstairs towards the parking lot, once there he threw his gym bag into the backseat, and attempted to start the vehicle. The sound of the 300 horsepower rotary engine hissed through the parking lot as Xavier locked his doors and attempted to leave through the complexes front entrance.​

 

[Vinn Esper]

@Asher
Your three hundred horses does you no good as the parking lot fills with vehicles trying to leave. It takes you nearly a half an hour just to get your car to the single entrance the complex has. Once you finally get to W. Serene Ave, it takes another fifteen minutes to get to the main street. You could go left, which would take you south and merge with I15 which should get you quickly to California. You could go west which will take you in the direction of Green Valley. There's some golf courses there and the neighborhood is considered upper class, though there are several places where poorer people live. You could go North which will take you to the airport. A man in a black f150 behind you honks the horn irritably. You notice a lot of people are going south. You should make a decision.

@Enuf
As you speed past the corner where the cop car came from before it crashed, you notice a jeep in motion for a brief second. Your phone chimes three times and says, "we're sorry, all operators are busy at this time. Please try your call again later." It's not long enough to tell which direction it was going or how many people were in it. However, both of these questions are answered momentarily when the jeep rolls around the corner and stops behind the cop car. Four men with handguns, and assault rifles hop out of the back and begin looting the cruiser and the apparently dead bodies inside. After a few seconds, the driver honks and the men jump back into the jeep.

They're speeding to catch up to you, and you very much doubt they have friendly intentions. A reverberating quake begins to fill the air, making the world around you appear to shake as it becomes louder. The jeep is much newer then your truck and in much better condition. Soon one of the men with assault rifles begins to fire in your direction. Most of the shots miss, but one in particular shatters your back windshield with a loud crashing noise and embeds itself in the roof of your truck with a "dink" noise.

 

[SonOfFire]

Xavier let out a sigh of relief as he finally made it to the main street, the hordes of people heading towards California instantly made him think against following the crowd. The only other two places he knew of were the airport and green valley. He threw his right hand out of his driver side window, flicking the honking man off as he made his way for green valley. If he was remembering right then someone he trained with lived or had family around that area, though they had likely already evacuated. While headed to his destination Xavier turned his radio up, constantly searching for anymore information on this virus.​

 

[Enuf]

(OOC: I drive a Jeep in Real Life, best car 10/10)

"What the hel-" The Glass would shatter behind him, sending it explode into the cab of the truck, his eyes widen as he noticed something was wrong with this entire situation. He just murdered a Women, a man layed wounded in the back of his truck. His breaths were starting to become rapid, and uncontrolled as he began to panic. His Foot slammed onto the gas as he dropped it in Sixth gear forever climbing the speedometer. Free of the gear shifter his hand withdrew his Glock as he aimed it out the back of the truck only to return five shots towards the Driver of the Wrangler, his left hand would yank the wheel sharply as he attempted to cut through a back ally of Vegas. He knew Jeeps had a tendentious to flip over if making sharp turns at high speeds.

 

[Vinn Esper]

@ Asher
As you scan through the stations, you eventually hear a lady speaking. "Here in the next few minutes, Mayor Carolyn Goodman, the wife of former Mayor Oscar Goodman is expected to address the media gathered here in front of the Chapel of Flowers. A very appropriate place..." the reporter trails off then restarts, "okay, now Mayor Goodman is making her way to the podium to address us."

Another female voice, presumably Mayor Goodman, begins to speak, "I have many issues to address at this time, and very limited time to address them. I must ask that you withhold questions and allow me to get through this. I appreciate your cooperation. The first issue I will address is the quarantine of the city announced earlier today. One of our hospitals in the northern part of town reported a number of cases of the Zeretix virus. I have very little information about this virus beyond that it is the same virus responsible for the devastation on the east coast of our great country. I also know that it has been declared fatal in one hundred percent of its victims. It is impossible to track how or when the virus entered our city. As a result I have no choice but to enact emergency protocols. These protocols include a city wide quarantine. The armed forces have already deployed around the city and set up the quarantine. No one is getting out until this has resolved. As a result of the virus, and of the major violence that has broken out in the Northern part of the city, I have declared Las Vegas under a state of emergency and am now declaring it to be under martial law. As we speak National Guard troops are being deployed to combat the gang members attacking the northern part of the strip. I advise all citizens to return to their homes and remain in their homes. Anyone on the street well be considered potentially hostile. Thank you for your time, and Godspeed everyone."

The reporter came on again, reiterating what the Mayor had said. Traffic is congested no matter were you go. Ahead of you a man in a white Toyota gets impatient and steps on the gas rear ending the car in front of it. The driver gets out, and is shirtless. He is a young white man that is excessively skinny. He has a medium length mop of disheveled hair and is yelling at the other driver in a manner you might expect a convict to speak. The other driver is a Mexican gets out and starts yelling back. The two proceed to engage in a fist fight. Meanwhile traffic has begun to move in the other lane. A chorus of horns erupts from irritated drivers behind you. You cannot move to the other lane due to the high traffic volume but the sidewalk is open.

@Enuf
You successfully turn into the narrow alley, but the ride is bumpy. A dumpster is rapidly approaching and the size of it in comparison to the size of the alleyway makes it impossible to pass without hitting. You could try to slow down or stop, but it's very close. The Jeep doesn't try to turn after you, they simply continue on their path looking for a new victim. The reverberating quake is now identifiable as it becomes a sort of chopping noise followed by a whine as it begins to pass over your position. The duration tells you it was several helicopters, probably military in nature.

 

[SonOfFire]

Xavier quietly observed the fighting men, their swings quite pathetic to him until he noticed the sidewalk. It being far too late to turn around and hunker down due to both traffic and him having no supplies he had no choice. Throwing his shift knob into first gear he'd attempt to quickly speed down the sidewalk, repeatedly honking his horn as to let any pedestrians know that he wasn't stopping. I need to get inside ASAP he thought to himself, his mind still trying to fully process the mayors words. "Anyone on the street will be considered potentially hostile? That wont fix a damn thing". Xavier hadn't been this worried since he was incarcerated some 11 years go, having only been released 4 years ago he'd been trying his best to avoid trouble and stick to an honest lifestyle.​

 

[Enuf]

Hudson would slow down, coming to a complete stop before hitting the dumpster. He pants, opening the door to his truck with a gasp of fresh air and heat hitting him as he stumbles over to a wall. Bending over, his hands would place onto his knees as he gags violently several times before puking into the alley-way. He dry heaved for a few moments before scrambling to his cab grabbing his glock. He's never been shot at before, and never been chased sure he's been in a few fist-fights but that's nothing like being target practice for a group of hoodlums. He forgot, his mouth dropping open as he rushed to the back of his truck glaring at the man he placed into it just five minutes ago

 

[Vinn Esper]

@Enuf
In the distance you hear a sort of thump noise, a short high pitched whistle and a small explosion. You can't tell what exploded but it was much to small to have been a building or anything significant. As you stare at him, the man regains conciousness and tries to say something.

Most of it is a gargle as blood comes up through his throat, but one word is discernible. "Run," he said. He is sweating profusely. He loses consciousness again a few seconds later. His blood is no longer flowing from the leg or his wound. It is thick and dark and a few patches of his skin seem to be darker than the rest.

A clatter coming from up the alley way takes your attention off the man. Four people have turned into the alley way. They are moving very slow in your direction. Their bodies are slumped and they seem to be stumbling and dragging themselves forward rather then walking. Each of them is wounded grievously, one of them has intestines hanging from his stomach. Another is missing the tissue on half his face, his skull exposed. One of those a little further behind has a steel bar protruding through it's chest. The last one has had its throat ripped out.

Despite these wounds, there is very little blood. The blood you can see is blackened and thick. They are clearly coming for you and you seem to be their only focal point. They are growling and moaning and as they get closer they seem to get more excited. Fortunately, they are slow.

@Asher
There is no one on the sidewalk, but your incessant honking clearly annoys someone, as a car ahead of you tosses out a banana peel which smacks into the middle of your windshield as you pass. Some simply honk back. A person stumbles out onto the sidewalk a few meters ahead of you obscured from your vision by the banana peel.

The radio which you left on that was broadcasting the same reporter as earlier suddenly cuts to static then resumes with a monologue male voice repeating the same message over and over, "the streets are unsafe. Remain in your homes. Wait for further instruction."

 

[Enuf]

Hudsons eyes widen, his head darted around violently in the alleyway and noticing there was no way out. His path was blocked by a dumpster and the other a group of shambling horrors. He spotted the gore patording from their bodies as he screamed stumbling into his truck "What the hell are you?! Stay away!" It didn't long for Fight or Flight to kick into the Mans systems before his foot placed itself onto the cab and pulling himself onto the roof. He was no where near nonathletic so this came easily to him, making his way on the Trucks roof he would jump over the nearby wall landing on what hopefully, would be safety.

 

[SonOfFire]

"That's nice you asshole" he said as the banana peel smashed against his windshield.

Xavier continued down the sidewalk at around 40 miles/hour, now switching to 5th gear. He'd quickly check the time on the radio before turning the windshield wipers on and attempting to remove said banana peel, still continuing to accelerate down the sidewalk and ceasing to honk. "The streets are unsafe. Remain in your homes. Wait for further instruction" continued to play throughout the vehicle as the rotary engine made its iconic noise. The vehicles all black coupe shape was bound to smash into whoever had stumbled into the sidewalk as the stubborn banana peel was only smeared more by the windshield wipers.​

 

[Vinn Esper]

@Enuf
At first they seem to be fixated solely on you, gravitating more then moving towards the roof of the truck. By the time your on the wall, they're reaching in towards the helpless man in the back. It's only a matter of minutes before they get him. Your. Actions have lead to the death of a person you were trying to help. Granted the person would've died anyway, your character can not yet be sure of that and I feel it should have a mild effect on your character. I'll leave it up to you to rp the effect.

@Asher
As the banana smears on your windshield you see the brief form of a woman turned toward you. She seemed to stop caught in awe by the suddenness of the vehicle. There was no attempt to dodge as your car colides with her.

You hear her go over the hood and thud against the windshield. She continues over the roof and roles onto the ground behind your car. In your rear view mirror you can see several people who have left their vehicle and are coming to try and help the woman. You figure there's probably a bloody dent in your hood at the very least and must decide whether to stop, or to be guilty of what they call fleeing the scene of an accident and failure to stop and render aid. These are Nevada's version of hit and run laws and by running you become guilty of a felony that could result of up to fifteen years in prison, should you be caught later.

 

[Enuf]

Hudsons throat clenches tightly, it feels dry as he stumbles forward attempting move as far away as he can before the...screaming starts. Tunnel vision clenched in and he felt what he did deep down. "Oh..Oh my god.." He withdrew his Glock, keeping it by his side as he continued to go through the Alleyways. He looked for somewhere he could hold up in, maybe someone to help him. He wasn't walking, he was full blown running as the panic was fully over taking him "I ca...Can't believe I did that!"

 

[SonOfFire]

Seeing a woman like figure smash into the hood and roll over his vehicle Xavier did slow down though he did not come to a complete stop. Checking his rear view mirror to see the people crowding around the woman made his heart drop. No no no no no, if they find out that was me i'm fucked he thought to himself, switching his shifting knob back into 4th gear he accelerated down the sidewalk. Xavier knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he also knew he'd likely get in trouble anyways for driving on a sidewalk. His RX-7 had suffered mild but noticeable damage, his windshield slightly cracked, his hood dented, and small amounts of blood stained from the hood all the way to the trunk.​

 

[Vinn Esper]

For everyone
John Friedman was a professional gambler. He had recently been in New York for a tournament and luckily had taken one of the last flights out of the gate before the airport had closed. John hadn't been sick when her boarded the flight.

His stewardess, however, had been. His stewardess, a well mannered and flirtatious country girl had been in New stork on a three day layover.

Being a stewardess can be quite stressful, and the country girl found men to be the only coping mechanism in the big city that could relieve the tension. One of those men had been Chester Lemont, a former New Orleans native turned Las Vegas businessman.

While never quite mentioning what his business was, he had managed to get the stewardess to be convinced that he was legitimate. Chester Lemont was actually a petty thug who had recently been released on a five year beef. On the day of his release, he was bit by a rat that had bitten another inmate.

The other inmate had been Doctor Lee Havitz, an expert on viruses who had inexplicably become violent and unreasonable. The stewardess, unknowingly infected surely wasn't feeling well and surely was much too hot. A droplet of sweat fell off of her face into a drink that Mr. Friedman would go on to consume, infecting himself.

So as he walked into a qualifier event at a casino, he wasn't feeling his best. He had taken a few Tylenol which had seemed to relax his ailment a fair amount. The alcohol that flowed freely during the game made him feel invincible.

The winning streak he seemed to be on helped. That was until the gangsters came in. The rushed in with axes and hammers. Some came with knives and swords. They came with baseball bats, and a few with guns. There was no mercy in them. They swept through the first quarter of the ground floor of the casino, like a tidal wave of gore. They killed most of the people in their path, sparing only some of the scantily clad waitresses and young women in the casino.

John thought the survivors fates were going to be worse then the victim's fates had been as he made for an alternative exit. Just as he was about to get to the exit, it opened and a man wearing a suit with a scarf over his face stepped in carrying some kind of automatic weapon. He started firing, mowing the nearest people down. John was among these people, taking three shots in the abdomen and he now lie on the floor, trembling as the last of his life left his body lying on the cold marble casino floor.

@Enuf
The ally you walk through has several doors. You knock and try the doors, but no one answers and they're all locked. As you come out on the street, you see a McDonald's across the street. No one is inside that you can see. The lights are still on and trays, chairs and tables lie scattered in all directions on the floor. A few bodies lie in the parking lot motionless. From what you can tell, it could provide shelter for the night. At least there will be food, if you could call it that. If you choose to stay here, you can free range write your evening. You need to eat and to sleep. You may see some retreating gangsters, some more zombies or some random people trying to hide. No one will attempt to enter the resturant unless you give them a cause to. You may not have more then two npcs that can fight with you. Also drink liquids.

@Asher
You can go ahead and free range write going to your friends house and meeting with him or not. You can't have more than two npcs that can fight with you should you need to fight. You also need to eat and sleep. You may see cops, or military roaming the streets. Also drink liquids.
Edit: I forgot. Your friends house, or wherever you take yourself is safe till tomorrow too.

Refer to the rules for the information that must be present in your evening round. You may post one long post of up to four shorter posts to rp your evening

 

[Vinn Esper]

I edited the previous post @Asher
Also, Ima post a few things to kinda develop the story. Obviously your characters wouldn't know about these details.

Several hours before John Friedman entered the casino where he would meet his death and subsequent undeath, he had been relieving a little stress of his own. Friedman was born in Georgia, where he met a man by the name DeMarcus Paul Leeland at the age of eleven. Leeland, though being two years older than Friedman, befriended him quickly. It was a friendship that had endured both time and strife.

Leeland and Friedman both came from poor families in Louisiana. While Friedman found gambling to be his way out, the less skillfully inclined Leeland had chosen to sell drugs and commit other related crimes. The two had spent several year increments separated by Leeland's prison sentences for crimes like; drug possession and distribution, larceny and theft, breaking and entering, and unlawful weapons possession charges.

Despite this, the two had always maintained a brotherly bond. So it was that sometime after Friedman had begun his career as professional gambler, that Leeland moved to the North side of Vegas where he eventually became one of the high ranking members of one of the gangs in the area.

His house, in the North side, was the first place Friedman visited after touching down at Mccarren International a day before the city was quarantined. He had called from the airport in New York. So, Demarcus's boys were there to pick him up. He had met them before and it was a smooth ride back to Demarcus's place.

 

[Vinn Esper]

Friedman arrived to a party in progress at Demarcus's home. After greeting Demarcus, he was informed his friend would be leaving for a time, but that Friedman was to enjoy himself.

Enjoy himself he did, consuming many of the narcotics found at the party at no cost to him. It was good to know the king. A little too good maybe, John realized, when four hours later he realized he was upstairs, in bed with Shanna Leeland, his friends daughter.

Shanna had been the promiscuous type and the type of men she had been with had caused her to have a weakened immune system. John's own infection was well developed inside his body when the two did the deed, but the effects were being offset by the drug use. The ability to pass it on was no offset, and so Shanna became infected.

Immediately upon realizing what had happened between himself, and his best friends daughter, John fled to the Palace Station and his complimentary room for the qualifier that was located there.

 

[Enuf]

Hudson, was still in shock as he stumbled forward towards the McDonalds. He didn't look back rather he withdrew his Glock walking towards the Store. It was odd, the parking lot was empty except for a 1998 Jamboree parked outside . Approaching slowly he pushed the door open, raising his Glock to about hip level as he pushed open the door with a faint jingle of the bell. He stepped in, his boots were loud on the tile floor as the building was rather quiet--though as he walked into the building and turned the corner he heard the racking of a Shotgun. His eyes shoot open as he stared down the barrel of a Mossberg 500 wielded by a rather Large and Chubby Man. with a rather impressive beard. His Arms were covered in tattoos, wearing a Black Cut with several patches, notable ones being "Hells Angel MC | Las Vegas". A Loud voice boomed from his mouth "Drop it Mother-Fucker or I'll put a fucking slug right in your head!"

Hudson complied easily, lowering his firearm slowly to the ground "Easy now--Ain't looking to hurt anyon-" "I don't care! Who the hell are you?!" Another Man appeared around the corner at this point, a Small Male, his clothing was nothing like the Man with the shotgun. He wore a Generic Black Hoodie with Blue jeans a Baseball Bat clenched tightly in his hands "Eugene! What the hell are you doing?!" "We don't know who this is! E' could be another fuckin' Gang-Banger!"
"Yeah well?! Give him a chance! We aren't exactly hidden here if he wanted to be a problem he could of already been!" Hudson remained quiet, watching the two argue his hands remained in the air and made no movements for the Gun on the floor as Eugene still had his shotgun on him. "Steve you just need to stay out of this!" "Your yelling is going to attract those things! Let's just calm down here." The Man called Steve stepped forward, placing a hand onto Eugenes shotgun pushing it down towards the floor instead of Hudsons head, before looking at him "What's your name, friend?"

Hudson rose to his feet slowly, keeping his firearm in sight "Hudson..I got trapped in a alleyway but those uh...things." The Two men looked at each other before nodding "I was on a Roadtrip until this shit went down, That's my RV out there. Eugene was in here and he gave me the same treatment. I don't blame him, assholes are already starting to show up."

The Three would talk for awhile, moving into the backroom and out of view of the main lobby. It was nothing special, whatever you would think of a kitchen looking like this is what it looks like. The Next few hours would be them eating, collecting what they could and getting to know each other for the Path Ahead.


Items acquired this round:1998 Jamboree

Items expended this round:Five 9x18mm Rounds

Equipment found this round:Baseball bat with a Nail in it!(Steve himself.) Mossberg 500, Five Slugs(Eugene Himself)

Equipment lost this round:1987 Ford F-150(Abandoned)

Shelter used:A McDonalds