Zombie Apocalypse RP

[The Sorrow]

As Maeror listened to Galt and Al discuss what to do with him, he pulled out his wallet, miraculously intact. He reached in and pulled out a picture. He was standing with his wife at an airport right before he got shipped out. She was beautiful then, was beautiful up to the second she died. He grinned and started speaking softly.

"Thought it would be fifty years before I stopped knowing you and started remembering you. I'm not one to believe in Heaven or Hell, but I hope that you're somewhere happy. I don't think it'll be too long before I go too, but I don't think I'll go where you are. I hope the big guy has visiting hours."

As he whispered, a part of a song he had heard once played through his head. It was some punk song Martha had loved, but he couldn't remember it; only the one line.

Nobody likes you, everyone left you, they're all out without you, having fun.

 

[Larenxis]

"Part of me agrees with what you're saying Gremlin, but another part doesn't know if we have the time to reminisce before another person is killed." She looked at the floor and pulled her arms together. Hearing Killion accuse Stompy made her look up. Stompy did seem insincere, but murderous? It would explain how the murders had been so different, but she wasn't sure if it lined up. Stompy seemed more like a selfish man, rather than a secretkeeper. Maeror still seemed more likely. She heard Maeror whisper as she thought of him.

OOC: I'm not going to do this because it sounds creepy and I'm not a mind reader, but it seemed to perfect to quote Stars.
She lent over him and whispered. "Old pale memories of someone you knew, keep crawling through the back of your mind, stealing time, and in the daylight you're crossing all your wires, you never knew just how to put out a fire," she got a bit closer "and the closet's been shaking with bones, little reminders that you're out on your own."

 

[The Sorrow]

Maeror chuckled. He knew Laura suspected him, but he didn't hold it against her.
"That sounds sweet. She would have liked that."

 

[stompy]

After hearing the accusation, Stompy raised his head, almost a jerk, and looked directly into the eyes of his accuser.

"You know me Killion. You know how my only jobs were courier jobs, and giving 'messages' to people. I never involved my gang in the big stuff. I know none of us would've survived." Stompy explained.

"You know that I'd never risk my skin. I hate to admit, but I'm a small fish in a vast sea. And the only way for a small fish to survive is to be part of a school. So, why would I endanger that? I want to live. Murdering others in this group, making it smaller, more vulnerable, it's stupid. Not only would it mean that we stand less chance of surviving this hell-hole, but I could be abandoned. That means me, alone one, against hordes. Legions of hordes. Hordes of those things. The undead. I'd practically be signing my own death wish." Stompy was hating every minute of this, this bowing down, but he had no choice. His pride, or his life, he remembered.

"If you think I committed the other murder, then you're mistaken. I wasn't even near this group. I was still with the gang. Well, what was left of it... Hell, I don't even have a gun, and I've been in my bed since I saw you guys last, when I said goodnight. Even if I got out, someone would've heard me. Don't tell me you all can sleep..."

 

[stompy]

OOC- now everyone has a sob story. Jeeze, I used one and now everyone is doing it. It's all the rave!

You're not referring to me are you? I has excuse: Didn't read your posts. My first post for this thing was on page ~25. Besides the 'Can I join?' one.

 

[blackadvent]

OOC- now everyone has a sob story. Jeeze, I used one and now everyone is doing it. It's all the rave!

OOC: Dude, mine was planned when I made my character. It's even partly mentioned in the bio!

 

[stompy]

I was just stating an observation, no need to give excuses.

...Well, excuse me... Whoops

 

[Singing Gremlin]

OOC: Maeror's sudden sob story makes me suspect him more really... "Uhh, they're accusing me, quick! Think of a dead loved one!"

Gremlin growled and banged his head against the wall. "Here we go again then!" he muttered sourly "might as well just play Russian roulette and be done" he stood up and walked out. "Of course we need to deal with the killer!" he snarled to himself "But we have nothing but half formed ideas to be throwing around like knives!" He burst out onto the roof, ignoring Johnny, and leant against the wall staring outwards.

 

[Larenxis]

OOC: Are we just waiting for Galt, or does anyone want to stop themselves from being lynched?

 

[stompy]

OOC: Are we just waiting for Galt, or does anyone want to stop themselves from being lynched?

So, do we all cast in our votes or something, or does Galt decide from the general mood of our posts?

 

[PurpleRain]

OOC: Are we just waiting for Galt, or does anyone want to stop themselves from being lynched?

So, do we all cast in our votes or something, or does Galt decide from the general mood of our posts?

OOC: As soon as the murder happens you can vote whenever.

 

[Singing Gremlin]

Gremlin smiled, and took the scope. He peered through it. "It comforts Gremlin, actually." he replied "That the world is still a beautiful place. Perhaps then, when we are gone, there will be others to enjoy it, and care for it better than we have." He snorted "perhaps they will be able to look after each other, too." He continued to survey the stars. "Perhaps we will die. What of it, asks Gremlin? We are specks on a mote of dust, no more. That comforts Gremlin too. It's meaningless, so how can we fail at life? Gremlin is not afraid of death, for whatever may lie on the other side, surely it is but another adventure?" he shook his head. "Gremlin wishes to catch this killer, do not doubt. But still, if we lived life for living, without fearing death, Gremlin feels we might think a little clearer and this would not be such a problem." He handed pie back the scope.

 

[John Galt]

More lynching!
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?Sob story or not,? Galt growled, ?a spook is still a spook. Emotional manipulation is surely within their repertoire of tricks. I?m not going down sobbing for the man with a gun to my head.? Maeror looked up at him, dismayed that Galt still harbored doubts. The face that met Galt?s was not that of a fearful man, but of a criminal who?d been awaiting execution for too long. Galt grabbed the tired man by the collar of his shirt and jerked him aside. The others watched with satisfaction as Maeror was dragged outside.

The night sky was illuminated by the spotlights still working in the base. Galt?s cigar fidgeted in his mouth as he kicked Maeror to the ground. Johnny and Gremlin watched from the tower, surprised at the outburst.

?Me thinks, the officer has gone a bit mad. Not quite the gentlemen anymore.? Gremlin said, looking through the scope.
?The man?s got a quota, Gremlin, he lets someone live, the group gets antsy. This situation just makes things weirder in groups.? Johnny replied.

Through the crosshairs, Gremlin saw Maeror kneeling on the ground, his one arm behind his head. His face looked up to the sky. Behind him Galt drew his pistol and raised it. Gremlin saw Maeror?s lips move in some bizarre form of last words.

?Come on, Galt, do it. I?m sick of dealing with this.? the condemned man said. ?Just let me go home.?
?Playing the victim will get you everything, Maeror. If your wife really exists, tell ?er I said ?hi?, you damned spook.?

Galt cocked his pistol and held it to Maeror?s head. His thumb cocked it as his index finger drew back. Maeror slumped to the ground, a half-mask of his face still remaining intact. The hand on the ground still clutched the picture of his wife, blood began to seep over the photo.

 

[The Sorrow]

As Maeror kneeled, he looked back at the gun aimed at his head. He half-hoped all those crappy romance movies she'd dragged him to were true, and that he'd see his wife beckoning or something.
Nothing. Just a cold, emotionless gun barrel. As the trigger went back, he finally remembered that song. It played in his head as the gun fired.
Home...we're coming home...again.

 

[blackadvent]

"Goddamn it, Galt."

Al's heart was racing a mile a minute. "Sob story or no, we didn't have to kill the bastard! What's gonna happen if I start talking about Manhattan? You gonna shoot me? What if Laura started talking? You gonna shoot her? Hell, what if the Gremlin finally started talking?"

His fist shook a little. "There's power in numbers, Galt. It would've been better to put him in solitary confinement and just waited. Now?" He started breathing erractically from the biting anger in his voice. "Now I just have a VERY bad feeling that it's not over. I need to go sit down..."

 

[John Galt]

"Power in numbers? He'd have killed us all. You saw what happened to Dan and Rob. We don't have the men to keep up a prison here. The fact of the matter is that he's dead and we're safe. So long as we're not overrun by the undead, we can survive here."