Zombie Apocalypse! [Semi-Lit/Always Open&Accepting!]

[iSaNeKo]

Jason ignored the kid’s retort and blasted another group of zombies. He snatched the kid up by the back of his hoodie, helping to steady him. “You will stand up or you will die. I’m not asking any more from you than that, kid.” There were two girls running to help them now; a good thing because Jason only had two shots left in his cartridge.


There was nothing Sam could do but be lookout for the few stragglers surrounded by the infected. She wasn’t going to leave the kids alone at the church, but she couldn’t risk shutting the massive door without anyone inside; who knew if she would be able to open it back up in time. A lone zombie reached the top of the stairs, and Sam took him out with her bat; his limp body rolled halfway down. She looked back up at the few humans, “Nine o’clock!” She hoped the man with the kid knew what she was talking about; he did. He turned just in time to shoot at the couple of infected. It was a good thing the girls were on their way.

[iSaNeKo]

McKayla continued down the roadway, not quite speeding, for she was afraid of surprises. She finally reached the city, but it was worse than she had expected. Wrecked cars and burned down buildings; the streets were covered in carnage and filth. She drove slowly, now, hoping not to draw too much attention. Her shotgun rode in the floorboard of the passenger seat, where the other two weapons laid, the pistol facing away from her, of course. McKayla hugged the steering wheel, as she squinted to see through the hazy, smog-ridden air. She spotted a girl taking on one of the infected by herself, with nothing more than a couple of medium sized knifes. The thing went down quicker than McKayla would have imagined; of course, she hadn’t had to fight for her own survival, yet, either. She rolled down her passenger window half way, letting some of the outside dust roll in over the seats. “Hey…” McKayla’s voice broke as she called out to the girl, but she didn’t care. “Hey, are you alright?”

[~Victoria~]

Victoria's eyes widened, and she turned to face her new enemy...but...it spoke...The Zombies didn't speak. So this girl was human...but she could be infected. She shrugged, if she was, she could kill her easily enough. She lowered her daggers a bit and walked toward the girl. "I...I'm fine..." She frowned, narrowing her eyes at the girl. Before she could say another word she spun in a half circle and launched her dagger. The Zombie that had been trying to sneak up on her was stabbed in the throat, killing it instantly. V ran to retrieve the dagger and walked back to the girl as she cleaned the knife. She raised an eyebrow, "I haven't seen other humans in a long time..." She admitted...her voice sounding foreign to her.

[iSaNeKo]

The swift way the girl released and eliminated the zombie was quite impressive. McKayla realized there was some sort of look in the blonde girl’s eyes; she didn’t really like it, but maybe it was the brutality of the matter at hand. She accepted that, and she would certainly ask no questions. McKayla scanned the girl, searching for any wounds. “I know what you mean. Are you…” she was trailed off, reluctant to ask, but it was necessary if she was going to offer this girl a ride, “…infected…in any way?” she stumbled on the eight letter word.

[~Victoria~]

V smirked, "Do I look to you like someone who would allow one of those creatures to infect me?" She growled, how dare this girl think that she could let her guard down and get bitten. "Of course not.." She said, sheathing one of her daggers and holding the other in her right hand. "Why does it matter though?" She asked, wondering what was going through this girls head.

[takane]

Blathnaid hit a few more zombies in the face with her bat. She stopped for a minute, catching her breath. Was this how it was going to be every day? Sighing, she took her stance again and strung out a zombie. She looked around. There was still tons of those things.

[iSaNeKo]

The tone in the girl’s voice was teetering on offending McKayla now; she contemplated whether giving her a ride would be appropriate all of a sudden. Of course it would be she thought It would be inappropriate to leave her on the streets; in potential danger. Whatever the girl thought she could do to those things would have to be proven to McKayla—she had seen what those things could do to a person. Her jaw tightened, “I suppose not,” that dagger shot was superb, “but you can never be too careful. For all I know, you could be lying to me.” Her guard had risen all of a sudden, but she had to help, somehow. She sucked up her pride. “Would you care to ride along?”


Sam shook her hands and arms as if her nerves would fall off the longer she quavered. Another zombie doddled up the stairs, and another. She shoved the end of her bat into the face of the closest flesh-eater, sending it stumbling backward down the stairs, and then she bashed the next in the skull, driving her down with her companion. Another female zombie reached in the door for the children, grabbing onto the small girl’s shirt. Sam reared back, then connected the end of her bat with the nose and mouth of the creature; she let go of the child and turned on Sam. Sam made contact once again. “Get to the front of the church!” she instructed the heaving children. “I have to close the doors soon!” she redirected her louder, screaming voice to the many people fending for their lives below.


Jason didn’t wait for a reply from the boy when he heard Sam yelling; he understood why the door needed to be shut. Luckily enough for him, the raven-haired girl wielding the baseball bat had drilled a straight shot headed toward the church steps. Jason took off, child thrown over his shoulder by now; all of his training and on-duty experiences had remained in his immediate muscle memory. Considering he had one shot left, at the moment, Jason realized he needed his axe. It was three feet out of the way. There is where his dilemma laid; grab the axe, deviating from his original intentions, potentially saving himself later, or head straight for the church and worry about what to do when he was safe? Would he be fast enough with this child holding onto him? He wondered if there would ever be a chance to return and obtain his weapon. Not if he was dead, he concluded; Jason headed toward the steps.

[iSaNeKo]

[bumpeth]

[Raynie_Taco]

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[~Victoria~]

Victoria crossed her arms over her chest and frowned, "Well if you think I'm lying to you, why offer me a ride?" She asked, raising her eyebrow suspiciously at the girl. She didn't trust anyone anymore. Had this been a year ago...she would have been happy to trust some random stranger if they offered her a ride, that was mainly because she loved getting into scary situations, and loved getting into trouble. She never got hurt though, so she was fine. But right now her suspicions were raised and she narrowed her eyes at the girl, wondering if she should ride with her or not...