Zombie Apocalypse RP

[Easykill]

After most of the corpses in the area had been taken care of, Killion walked over to the main part of the group and sat down.
"OK, I'm fairly certain none of us like this place much, but it's safe. From here, we can plan out our next move, or even get rescued if someone notices that radio. We just need to wait it out. In the meantime, we need something normalish to keep us occupied so we keep our sanity, especially now that the rum is gone. Any ideas?"

OOC- Going to bed...

 

[Larenxis]

"What is the radio saying anyway? Perhaps we should record an updated message."

 

[PurpleRain]

"What is the radio saying anyway? Perhaps we should record an updated message."

"I have a little bit of skill with a radio. But probably not enough to use a militry one. You can't say that you don't have some sort of skills up their in that mind of yours?"

 

[John Galt]

"Radio's been giving us nothing but the same old same old for the past hour." Galt said as he studied some of the maps in the barracks. He looks up and sees the group going about smashing bodies outside. Galt promptly walks out and starts shouting at them.

"You guys got it all wrong, don't bother smashing the bodies, just pile them all up, douse with some gas and voila, instant cremation!"

Galt left and returned a few minutes later at the helm of an aging backhoe and scooped up a load of bodies and dropped them in a heap on the tarmac. "Just like making a sandcastle..."

 

[stompy]

Uh, guys, sorry, I thought I didn't make it, so I didn't bother reading. I hope I'm not too late. If I'm not:

"Ugh, what the hell is going on?" groans Stompy, his whole body aching. Opening his eyes, Stompy sees a partially devoured face. After moments of bewilderment, Stompy recognises the face. It's the face of the leader other gang, the Socs. Pushing the body, ignoring the mushiness all around him, and the stench of death that originates from the bodies, Stompy rises from a pile of bodies. Looking around, he see a group of what he determines as survivors, with another survivor walking towards the group.

Getting up from the pile, Stompy first attempts to search some of the upper bodies. He finds a belt with a metal 'head', and decides he's got nothing better to defend himself with. Stompy soon afterwards starts his walk towards the group, quickly noticing the numbness of his legs. Determined, he continues onwards. Unfortunately, in a momentary lapse of pain, Stompy groans...

- A procrastinator

 

[John Galt]

OOC: You're in the game, just try to wander on down to the base where the rest of the group is. The mall is now defunct.

 

[stompy]

Right, thanks

Stompy, now relieved of his numbness, clutched his belt, as shown in 'Shang-High Noon', as continued towards the survivors he saw earlier. He can hear they are talking about something, yet, is too far away to hear exactly what.

Upon reaching within ear-shot, he hears a voice go "...and voila, instant cremation!". Puzzled, he notices a pile of bodies,similar to the one he found himself in moment ago, and some of the survivors carrying out what Stompy deduces as instructions from the man who talked just then.

"Hey, uh, um..." stutters Stompy, when he appears before the group, and feebly attempts to make acquaintances with the group, my extending his hand. Thinking to himself, Stompy acknowledges the need to join this group, for if living on the streets, and leading his gang, taught him anything, there is power in numbers, 'cept when vs.ing martial-arts experts.

- A procrastinator

 

[Singing Gremlin]

Gremlin nodded at Bradley's suggestion. "Try and get flat sheet metal and spikey things first, Gremlin would like to attach them to the outside. Afterwards we can barricade the inside better! That goes to anyone not doing something! I need stuff!" He squatted down by the welding equipment. "I wonder..." he murmured thoughtfully, then suddenly stood up and walked inside.

Ten minutes later, he returned puffing on a cigar clenched in his jaw. "Gre'in 'ound 'un!" he happily shouted around the cigar. He started setting up the equipment, then glanced up at Bradley "I 'aw dish in da oviesh!" he lifted the blowtorch, pointing away from his face, and lit it on the cigar. He took the cigar out and grinned wildly. "Gremlin didn't think that would work!" chuckling, he set about welding shut holes on the gate, puffing happily on his cigar, while Bradley got the supplies.

 

[Larenxis]

"Stompy?" Laura asked the newcomer, raising an eye brow. "My name's Laura. Do you need water? Or something to eat?" She peered at the belt in his hand and tilted her head. "If Galt decides you can be trusted, perhaps we can get you a weapon too." She smiled and ran her fingers through her hair. "Oh, and Johnny, I'll go with you. I was a dj at my college radio station, maybe I'll be able to figure it out."

 

[stompy]

"Why thank you, Laura, but I'm fine. Though, your offer of a weapon would be quite welcome." said Stompy, being as polite as he could. He knew how it was to join a new group, how newcomers need to prove their worth, lest they be a leach, reminiscing the old days of the gang. Stompy smirked. The need to prove oneself would be greater in a post-apocalyptic world, thought Stompy, surveying his surroundings. I better prove my worth, and quick.

- A procrastinator

Right, I'm gonna bed. It's about 8:30 PM in Sydney, for reference

 

[Larenxis]

"Well, you'll have to talk to Galt about that," Laura answered. "I don't know where we ended up putting them." Seeing Johnny a bit distracted she turned back to Stompy and smiled. "So how have you survived?"

OOC: Yeah, it's almost 4 am here, I should probably go to bed.

 

[stompy]

Sorry, I couldn't sleep

"Me? Well, I was doing a routine, uh, 'job', when my gang was attacked by one of those... things. We ended up getting the bastard in the end, but he bit a couple of my men. We all knew what was goin' down, and, well, we ran. We ran for as far as we could. For the first few days, we tried to stick with each other and stuff, but, we kept losin' men. In the end, it was just me an' Darry. Last I remember, Darry got bitten, and while bein' his mercy angel and all, I got hit on the back of my 'ead. An'... I... I... don't remember..."

Stompy stopped; he couldn't continue. Remembering that he had let down his men, breaking the promise that he had made to them... Stompy remembered why he had let his men down, and why it hurt so much: he ran. Instead of fighting the zombies as he should have, when the going got tough, Stompy ran. "I was too scared. Once. Now, I can't be. There's no room for it." Stompy wanted to believe what he had just muttered, but, deep down, he knew that he couldn't.

Looking up, he saw the others looking at him. They say him wallowing in whatever troubles he had. If he was to prove he was worthy of joining, as he had to prove to the gang, he had to toughen up. Wiping the tears from his eyes, Stompy tried to regain his composure. "Is there anything I can do to help out. I mean..." Stompy hated what he was about to do, thought of how he fought his whole life against it, but knew he had to do it, for the sake of being in the hands of a group who knew how to survive these tough times. "...Ma'am, can I help with anything?" Ugh, thought Stompy, leaves a bad taste. Well, what's better, mused Stompy, your pride, or your life?

- A procrastinator

 

[The Sorrow]

Maeror was setting up fortifications after corpse disposal when he saw the new guy.
"Help us with these barricades, new guy. Life stories come after work."

 

[Easykill]

OOC- Is it even possible he's the killer? I mean, Galt would have PMed him right away if he was the killer right? I think I'm gonna vote for him next time just because I don't want a character above suspicion.

Killion grimaces at Galt's cavalier treatment of the bodies.
Come on, it's not like it would matter much if we took the time to bury them. It would be worth the effort to not need to smell the bodies burning. Morale is essential right now... But so is leadership. I guess I'll leave it for now.

"Whatever..." Killion mutters under his breath.

 

[stompy]

Wait. Someone fill me in on this murder business. I seriously just joined the RP. And, Easykill, aren't you suppose to know me?

"Right, sorry 'bout that" said Stompy. After hearing a man asking for help, Stompy looks up, and, looking through the faces, sees that of Killion. "Hey" says Stompy, remembering how Killion used to deal to a few members of his gang.

After saying 'hello' to Killion, Stompy walks over to help the man who was working on the barricades, and asks "Watchya need help with?"

- A procrastinator

 

[Larenxis]

EDIT: Blast, you posted before I did. Whatever, I'm keeping it.

"You're not bitten are you?" Laura asked Stompy, seeming concerned. She looked him up and down.

"No no, I'm fine. Really. I can start working right now" he answered.

"Well okay," she replied. "I suppose our defenses are more important than the radio signal right now, so we'll go get stuff for the barricade how 'bout?" She turned to Galt. "We really don't need burning flesh hanging in the air while we work Galt, there's got to be a better way to... dispose of the," she coughed, "bodies?" She scratched her neck a bit and looked up at him.

 

[Easykill]

EDIT: Blast, you posted before I did. Whatever, I'm keeping it.
OOC- Umm, yeah. I forgot about that. No hard feelings, but I'm gonna do my best to get you killed from here on out, okay?
IC-The new survivor stopped and looked at Killion for a second- "Hiya, Killion" then turned back to Maeror and asked what needed to be done.
Killion, who had mostly been ignoring him until that point, finally took a closer look at him and realized, under all that caked dirt and blood was- "Stompy?"
Killion was incredulous, what were the chances? "It's really you, man! Wow." Killion grimaced, "Don't mind Maeror, we have enough people right now. Get cleaned up or something. Sheesh, you stink."

 

[stompy]

If that's how it is...

"You really think we need to waste water on the basis of my body odour, Killion? I can't smell that-" Stompy smelled himself, and the stench burned his nostrils. He couldn't believe he didn't notice this strong odour before. The odour of those rotting corpses. Who knows how long he was submerged in that pile?

"Right, you've got a point, but I think we should focus on the defences. Even if you say we need more people, another hand couldn't hurt. My body odour can wait, right? " asked Stompy.

- A procrastinator

 

[Easykill]

"Sure, I won't be working near you anyways, so it wont bother me. I'm going to find more stuff to use. See ya later."

OOC- Yes, you present a threat to the structure of the game. It's precisely the fact that you aren't the killer that I'm going to punish you for. I might not be able to get a following though, it means we get one less lynch. I'd advise you to vote for me next time.