[[ Abandoned ]] [semi-lit+ zombie, accepting]

[Hekomi]

[[ Mrs. Halloween is correct; I'd prefer you guys did not play the zombies, but just a random one here/there isn't TOO bad. I'm not gonna be too picky I just don't want someone being all "AMG A HORDE AND THEN THEY BIT EVERYONE" not that you would. XD but yeah.
Kimmy, you're accepted and both characters added to the front page. If I don't formally accept you on here, check the front post which has all the characters; if you're up there you're good to go.
Also make sure you guys are aware of everything that's happening. There's like 17 zombies about to attack where Charles and everyone are/is. XD ]]

CHARLES KINSLEY

Had Charles any idea of the zombies that were coming he would have reacted much faster. Had he also known of the survivors hidden in the garage not only around him but downstairs as well, he would have assessed the situation in a different way. Instead he kept his gun cocked at the people as they moved towards him, convinced that none of them were zombies. That didn't rule out that they could be infected, but at least he was not in imminent danger.

The first to reply was someone he had not seen before; a newcomer that came up after him. A female voice called back to him, with a hint of what he called a sneer. He ignored it. "I'm not bit, and I hope for all our sakes none of you are either." His words were received as another ran over towards them, a younger girl. He frowned a bit; how in tarnation had so many come here, tonight? A male voice responded, reassuring him they weren't bitten. "I can count... five of us for sure, looks like someone is wounded. May be more."

But any thoughts of the people around him were quickly shut out when a shrill squeal echoed through the garage. He froze on the spot, hand locked around his gun. "... that doesn't sound good," he murmured, moving forwards so that he stood flush with the rest of his haphazard group, of whom he knew none. "They'll flock to the noise like flies. I suggest we all ready ourselves," he said, hearing the rolling of a window. It had been the car he had seen earlier and he moved towards it, listening to the boy. He was obviously injured, but there was nothing Charles could do about that now. The audible noise of the walkers was getting louder and louder as the undead breached through the entrance of the garage and began to make their way up.

Grenades? He grabbed them hastily from the boy, moving towards the rest of the group. "Get back, I'm gonna blow 'em," he growled a bit, pulling the pin from the grenade and tossing it down to where the walkers would be.

[[ Speaking to: Ariana, Austin, Grace, Kanen, Nick ]]

AVALON CARADOC

Avalon could barely hear the voice of the man as he shouted at her to return. How could she, when the pounding of her heart blocked out everything else around her? The only thing she wanted was to be safe with Jack; he was her safety now. But clearly the boy had different priorities right now, He had grabbed at her, and instinct made her recoil. The man's words were harsh but Avalon listened, feeling her body pulled by him and sheltered behind his back. Without thinking her hands reached out to grab the back of his shirt, burying her tear filled eyes in the folds of fabric.

Why had Jack tried to grab her like that? Why was he covered in blood? He didn't even look... normal. She was trying to spin her head around these things, make sense of what was happening before her. First, her parents torn from her, and now something was wrong with the only other person who had ever shown her kindness. She could hear Jack still moving, but squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see this new Jack who looked so repulsive. She wouldn't have to for much longer, as the boom of the gun rang out, making her ears ring at the sound. It was only now that Avalon realised her protector had a gun and she shrunk back from him slightly. She had seen other gang members killed, she knew the sound of a gun. Why had he fired? As she moved back she saw the body of the boy fall to the ground, the bullet puncturing his forehead.

She almost screamed again, but was cut off when more people began to come. They looked normal, not white and gross like Jack had looked, but her attention was on the man before her first.

"You... you killed him! He was just sick..." she whined, pulling free from his grasp, and running towards the truly dead boy's side. Upon closer inspection the skin on his face sagged, and was missing in one part, showing the bone from his jaw. She blinked and was about to look further when more moans forced her eyes up. Three walkers moved towards them, one quite a bit faster than the other. It neared on the child again and Avalon's eyes widened, and she fell back on her rump, scrambling towards the man who had introduced himself as Ivan. They needed to leave, and Avalon could see the urgency in his body and hear it in his voice. A boy with a blood stained bat was with them now, and he said he was hurt.

"I... I know a way we can get out. And there are some supplies in a closet downstairs if we can get to them." Another person had come, introducing herself as Jagger to them, but Avalon was already on the fly, moving downstairs to where she had come from. "The closet is on the left, kick it open. It has some supplies in it. Not much but it might help..." The zombies were still behind them, catching speed as Avalon tried to run from them, finding herself glued to Ivan's side. She had been in a situation sort of like this before, stuck in a the midst of a rival gang's territory. They had tried to find her and kill her, but she managed to escape.


[[ Speaking to: Ivan, Jagger, Sorren [Austin if he's still with them]]]

GAME MASTER

[color=red]The zombies shuffled their way upstairs towards the larger group of survivors, hungry for their next meal. Fresh food was hard to find now, with most of the city already infected. They moved awkwardly as a whole, hearing the voices and smelling them. Even in the darkness they could find the survivors. But something fell at their feet, the sound startling them. Some moved towards it, and a few seconds later half of the group was blown to bits.

Eight zombies remained, one missing her legs from the blast, now dragging herself up with the rest of them, trying to get at the survivors.

[kimmy1479]

((Okay, thanks ^.^ ; should they just show up with the group, or should they kinda be roaming the streets, dodging zombies, and trying to get to the place?))

[Hekomi]

((Okay, thanks ^.^ ; should they just show up with the group, or should they kinda be roaming the streets, dodging zombies, and trying to get to the place?))

[[ Either or; right now there are two distinct groups. Ivan's and Charlie's. One is upstairs in the parking garage, the other is downstairs. Your character could meet one group outside, or go in and attack from behind or something if you'd like. ^^ ]]

[kimmy1479]

((Okay ^.^))

~Aaron~

Back against a large oak tree, Arron stood, waiting for a chance to sneak into the building. He heard voices; he knew he had! Not only that, but if a whole group of zombies where in there, there was bound to be a group of humans that they where after. He hadn't seen a human face in at least a week; only the infected, half dead and rotting faces of zombies. He shuddered at the thought. There was a time where he would have scoffed at someone who had claimed to see a zombie. To him, they had been nothing but fairytales; but now they where all too real.
Besides, he figured he could assist his fellow race; he had a pocket knife after all, and it was sharp and reasonably long. Maybe in return they would let him join their group, and he wouldn't have to be alone in this apocalypse anymore.
When it seemed that all the zombies had dispersed from the side area of the building, he sprinted out from behind his cover and leaped onto the rusted fire escape that hung precariously over the area. His hands grasped the cold metal and he quickly pulled himself up, throwing his legs over the railing sighing in relief as his feet hit the metal. Glancing down to make sure no living dead had seen him, Arron ran up the stairs as fast as he dared. The fire escape was somewhat rickety, and he figured that the zombies would have no trouble devouring him if he fell off and became unconscious. But when he neared the top, something happened. An explosion. It shook the fire escape and the rail he was leaning on broke, one side swinging down, leaving him with one hand clasped on, and the other groping for something to grab....

~Ashia~

Panting heavily, Ashia continued to sprint down the road, dodging behind trees and benches whenever she had the chance. She didn't see any zombies behind her at the moment, but the half-dead beings had a habit of showing up right when she least expected them; therefore, whenever she needed to move, she went as quickly and as stealthy as she could. When she finally deemed it a good time to rest, she dove behind a thick bush, her eyes instantly scanning the road before her, searching for any sign of the living dead that had been taking over everything. Then she heard it; or heard them, more precisely.

Zombies.

It was them. They where nearby; right around the street corner in fact. She was about to turn the other way, when a loud explosion like sound made her jump. Her mind told her instantly to run, but her curiosity told her to find out what was happening.
"Zombies are happening!" she muttered, scolding herself for even thinking of going towards those despicable creatures. But her legs didn't listen, and, slowly, they crept along towards the sound; the rest of her body seemed obliged to follow.
When she turned the corner, she spotted the building that the noise emanated from. Their scratchy, wordless voices filled the air, as did a rotting stench that made Ashia's eyes begin to water as she came closer. She looked around. They all seemed to be inside one building. Did she dare enter it? No, it was better to wait outside....

((Did I mess anything up? I wasn't sure if there where more zombies outside the building or anything. Or if there would even be a fire escape on a parking garage. XD But I'm going to start from the first page and read whats happened so far and I'll edit if I find something wrong, or if you do.))

[kitten;]

{{ Agh, I'm sorry my posts are so short, but there's not much I can do when he's injured. P: }}

{{ nick ;

As soon as the man took the grenades, warning that he was going to blow up the zombies, Nick rolled up the window and scooted to the farthest corner of the car he could manage, wedging himself into the seat of the car, trying not to open up any cuts. If he did, he was most likely dead; after all, there were a ton of zombies out there, and although he could hear the voices of other humans that would be able to fight them off, he wasn't sure that all of the zombies would be killed. They would be as bloodthirsty as the vampires he had often heard about from his sister--wincing slightly, Nick shoved the memory away to the back of his mind, and forced himself to focus on the present. Biting his tongue to keep from talking, but being very careful not to draw blood, he waited anxiously--and then he heard it.
The explosion was so loud that he probably would have lost his hearing if he hadn't been inside of the car. Smirking slightly at the noise--the one he had grown so accustomed to, so much that it was almost like a drug when he heard it--he hoped that at least some of the zombies had been killed. Grenades, let alone usable ones, were very hard to find. He had just been lucky to come across a dozen of them only two weeks ago. Despite his state, his body was racing with adrenaline and he wouldn't be passing out anytime soon. Craning his neck, he searched for any sign that zombies were dead, squinting through the debris the explosion had created.

[ThisAndThat]

Alana (Lani)
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A cold chill crept up Lani's back, making her yelp with fear. The stingy polluted air clawed at her throat, making her choke on every breath she took. Lani quivered with fear, death moaned at her ankles threatening to lunge at her with a swipe to kill the world. Her shirt was bloody and torn from the gaping hole in her back. She reached into her small pack looking for one thing : food. Neither Knight nor Alana has had food in five days. They were both sickly thin and extremely weak from falling down a steep hill and being attacked. Knight circled the tree he was tied to, hoofing the ground and in the alert position. A sad sigh slipped out of Alana. How long could they keep going? No food or water. Just weapons and eachother.

I don't think i can keep the two of us alive anymore. Knight dosent run as fast as he used to, and you can see his ribs! I have this gaping hole in my back that keeps me from doing much of anything.

She slid down a mossy, green tree onto the ground, wincing with pain the whole way. Both were lost in the forest, and have gone in circles many times.

Someone, help...

(Sorry its so short, but there isnt much i can do with Lani or Knight.

[Yuki.]

{Will get back to you soon Hekomi ^^}

[Hekomi]

[[ All looks good. c: HeyYou; maybe when Ivan's group escapes they can stumble upon Lani? I do want to bring in another character eventually but I dunno. As well there are a few characters outside so maybe Raylan can find her or something. xD Need to bring everyone together in some sort of way. ]]

[ThisAndThat]

( Hekomi; I think thats a wonderful idea! And yeah, they all will need to be together some time. )

[Hekomi]

( Hekomi; I think thats a wonderful idea! And yeah, they all will need to be together some time. )

[[ I might just make a new character now even though I told myself not too... soon I'll be done exams. ^^; Maybe he can stumble upon Ashia, Alana and Raylan? I think those are the only ones not immediately with others. Aaron will be found by the Charles group I'm sure. xD ]]