When the Dead Walk - INN

[Big_Duke]

Story: Every 13 seconds a person is thought to die. But now every 13 seconds 9 people die. You are trapped in a town were the dead walk and the reason is unknown. The objective is to Find out what happened and survive until everbody dies or escapes.

Rules:
1) Follow forum rules
2) Light Comedy is accepted
3) A min. of 2 must die, or die, return as a zombie, or die, return as a zombie, then be cured, or die, return as zombie, die again.
4) Light humor is allowed, but no things that turn it into a complete comedy
5) Enjoy


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Name: Lucas Peterson
Age: 37
Job: Police Detective
Range of choice: Any
Weapon of choice: Any weapon that has .45 ACP cartridge

[Big_Duke]

um...post request/bump.

[Krynth]

Name: Jerrod Thompson
Age:25 Deceased
Job: Worked as a stableboy
Range of choice: melee too dead to for anything else
Weapon of choice: pitchfork if I was able to lift it......

(Not enough information! Got alot of questions??? and confused)

[Darrellito]

Name: Zek Reaper
Age: Unknown
Job: Paranormal Investagator
Range:Typically Melee
Weapon Of Choice: Katana

Here you go, i'm kinda new at this, so if i fu**ed it up, take it easy on me.

[Big_Duke]

Sorry about the wait, you're all in.

[Darrellito]

Zek just arrived apon the town. There have been report of a virus outbreak all over the city. He and his partner Sol have had a continuing investigation over the disease. They have thus far found these simptoms of those infected:

-Foaming at the mouth
-Incredible superhuman strength
-Caniblistic Qualities
-Green or Yellow tinge to the skin
-Bloodshot eyes and dialated pupils

Zek:So, Sol, have you been down to the Johnson Farm to check out the cattle mutilation?
Sol: Yeah, i found some saliva sample from what i beleive to be a "Zombie".
Zek:Good, we need to analyzle this thing fast so we might be able to counteract this thing.
Sol: I say we just nuke the hole damn town. I don't think they're anyone left that would be missed.
Zek: Well that's why they asked me for the job, not you.You jump the damn gun way too fast.
The phone rings. Zek answers it.
Zek:Hello? Alright just find some shelter. Something stable, those fuc*ers are pretty strong and can break through almost anything if they gather. Try to find a steel or concrete building. Me and Sol will be there as soon as we can. Zek hangs up the phone.
Sol: What is it?
Zek:There are some undead suckers down on Grange Street. The Cheif of Police just asked if we could go help round them up.
Sol:Alright, but i ain't gonna take no damn knife or sword. I'm using my good ole' 12 gauge. You can have your damn butter knife.
Zek: Suit up. We're going hunting.

[Darrellito]

Oh, i forgot to add this character too

Name: Sol
Age:23
Job:Zek's Assistant
Range of Choice: 12 ft to 17ft
Weapon Of Choice: 12 gauge Shotgun

[m a k o]

Name:JohnnyLefebvre
Age:14
Hobby:Weapon Collecting (Swords, Old Style Guns, and New Style Weapons)
ROC:0ft-20ft
WOC:Custom made working Gunblade.

[Darrellito]

Zek and Sol arrive on Grange Street. Already their vehicle, a large fullsize van, is under attack by three undead. Zek jumps out of the driver's side of the van, Katana in hand. He strikes down the nearest zombie to him as it lets out a hellish cry.
Zek:Damn. To think these things were once people.
Sol rolled down his window and popped out a shot twords what he thought was a zombie, but actually hit the police cheif.
Sol: Fu*k me!
Zek: You fu*king idiot! Look before you shoot!
Just then, a zombie ripped off the door to the van, pulling out Sol.
Sol:Zek! Get the fu*k over here and help me! the zombie held Sol out by the neck, let out a furious cry, then reached inside Sol. He pulled out what looked to Zek as entrails and took a bite.
Zek: YOU SON OF A BITCH! Zek swung wildly at the oversized zombie. The zombie blocked him with ease with Sol's twiching coarpse. Zek put all his strenghth in one final swing and pulled his glimmering blade over his and and down in one magnificant swoop. The zombie grabed the blade with both hands, twisting the blade, and cracking it in half.
Zek: Oh shi*! As the zombie droped Sol's dead corpse, Zek clenched his eyes shut as he waited for the assault. Then he heard a gun shot off in the distance. He looke up to see that the zombie and been decapitated by gunshot. He looked to the distance at where he thought the shot had come from, and saw a dark figure advance his way....

[Krynth]

A stalky man stood there with his shotgun pointing right at Zek after shooting the zombie..... He wore overall's over a red and black plaide shirt and black mud boots.

Jerrod: "Ey now you be standing there and not a movingg ya hear? Or I'll be pullin the trigger and do the same thing to ya as I did to that flesh-eater alright?"

Looking down at the chief and then taking one step forward he aims his gun between Zek's forehead, Jerrod then turned his face to spit out some of the chewing tobacco he had and looks back up....

Jerrod: "You sure do look like one of them I say....now you better watch what you say after what your son of a ***** friend did to the chief"

[Krynth]

(I understand what you wrote just fine...

Oh failed to mention last night for the reason for such a low count of zombies could've been that there was a riot

(Drunkards searching for liguor or ppl just angry with the police department for lack of security)

on the other side of the building which will also explain Jerrod's hostility towards Zek other than Sol shooting the chief...)

[Darrellito]

Zek: I sure as hell know i ain't one of them.
Zek grabbed the barrle of the shot gun and rammed the butt into what he thought looked to be a farmer. The farmer let out a loud grunt and then fell to the ground. Zek checked the farmer. Out cold. Zek picked up the broken half of his katana and ran for the back of the van. He opened the double doors to reveal a huge artillery of swords, guns, and explosives. He threw the broken katana on the floor of the van and steped up into it and shut the doors. He looked to his left at the vast amount of blades at his disposal.
Zek: Hmmmm... am I feeling claymore today or am i feeling di katana? I think i'll take the Mitsurigi in my katana sheath and take the claymore Sol made me and a short sword just and case in my side sheaths.
He then opened the doors with a load thunk and steped down.
Zek: Oh shite.
Zek looked out to see a sea of undead stares, all looking as though he was a walking buffet. Zek shut the doors to the van and crawled to the driver's seat. He reached under his seat to find his Desert Eagle and cocked the gun. It wasn't a moment to late either, as a heavyset female undead jumped at him through the open half of the fullsize. He shot her in the head with pointblank ease and kicked her out the ripped door. He then peeled out, and as he pulled away, he saw the old farmer being ripped to peices...

[Krynth]

(Not sure having zombies scarfing you down would wake you up after getting knocked out)

Pitch blackness overcomes Jerrod after getting knocked out by the barrel of his gun...what seemd liked hours were only minutes when he gains concious only to see a swarm of undead towering over him and a few gnawing at his legs....

"Aggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" he reaches for his gun but the zombies at his feet pull him away ever further... blood sprays where viens are ripped apart and the muscle where bit hangs loosely from the lips of one of them....

Taking his free foot he kicks the flesh-eater in the face several times untill it looses hold of his foot then Jerrod crawls and grabs his gun aiming for the tire's of Zek's van and shooting several times before he dies... several bite at his shoulder and neck, others pull at his arms but all of them eat on him...

(Hey you called him old! He's only 25 with a bad after-shave and smells of horse ****)

[Darrellito]

BAM! Zek looked back to see the farmer pointing his gun out of the crowd of undead. There was a loud flapping noise coming from under the van.
Zek: Fu*k! That d*mn farmer must have shot out one of my tires!
And with that, Zek spun out of control, coming to rest only after he hit an oak tree. Zek kicked the door open to the driver's side and fell to the ground, slightly bleeding from the side of his head. He checked his hoilsters to see if his blades where still intact. He then got up and started walking, to where he didn't know. He thought to himself.
Zek: Maybe I can make it back to the lab, tell the mayor to iniciate an imidiate evacuation.
Zek turned to his left to see a smoking home, a car was crashed through what looked like the living room. A undead emerged from the reckage. Zek tryed to lay low into the shadows, but the undead had already caught his scent. The undead was of average mass, about 5'7", and had an average build. It's most distinct quality would have been it's pot belly. The undead let out a savage cry and made it's way to where Zek was hiding. It clawed at the ground like an ape to gain speed. Zek pulled out the Mitsurigi in his back sheath. The blade of the Mitsurigi was about 3" long and black on the dull edge of the blade. The undead deamon was apon him. He raised the blade in hopes that the undead would try to pounce on him as he lay back to the ground. The deamon stoped dead in front of him and let out a blood curtling cry. Zek looked past the undead to see that three other undeads where emerging from the smoking house. The undead above Zek striked by swing it's fist down hard at Zek's head. Zek parried by a rolling dodge, and slashed at the zombie's wrist. The undead let out a howl of pain. Zek brought down the sword once more, slicing through the thick ligement. The undead backed away holding what used to be it's wrist howling madly. The other three undead walked cauisly up to the pot bellied undead. The other undead where another man, about the same height, maybe alittle smaller, and had a thin stock. There was a woman, chunks of her arm and neck were missing. The last unknown undead was a small child, alittle girl. She had small bite marks on her left leg. The pot bellied undead looked at the others, showed him his missing had, and shouted in a low tone. The other undead looked at each other, then ran of into the distance. The small girl hesitated and then joined what seemed to be her parents. The pot bellied undead then screamed at Zek and then charged again. Zek was ready this time, he had already gotten to his feet. The undead dived at him, Zek sidesteped him, and cut cleanly through his thick neck. Zek was exausted. He hoped the other zombies didn't soon return. And with that, Zek turned and started walking back to his and Sol's home base. 3 miles from Grange street.