"One of us probably has maps of the area- we'll need to look at those to plan our route to Vegas." He began, when he finally realized what Johnny had said. "No Johnny, we're not going to try to go into LA. And you're staying with us. You've got some explaining to do."
Zombie Apocalypse RP
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OOC: I think I remember Galt saying we rolled through the state, therefore placing us in Utah. And with my characters vast experience on the roads (band tours and such) she'll know what's going on.
Laura watched Stompy finish packing abruptly. He looked around a bit, and she looked at him and answered what he hadn't asked, "Most of our supplies were on the bus already, there isn't much left to take." She climbed on top of a nearby heap of car and viewed the landscape as people talked. She cleared her throat and everyone looked up at her. She then declared in a loud, clear voice "That appears to be Zion Canyon over to our left. So making an estimation, on foot we'd probably get to St. George in 10 hours. 12 if we take a detour off the I-15 in an attempt shake anyone coming to get us. If we can get a car in town it'll only take us about 2 hours to get to Vegas. If not, it's about 13 hours to Mesquite and then 26 more to Vegas." She hopped off. "Now if Johnny here wants to avoid the highway and roads, the best plan is probably to go south to the Grand Canyon and follow the river to Las Vegas. We won't have small towns to get supplies from, but I suppose we could" she smiled a bit "live off the land." She chuckled quietly and then added, "The Grand Canyon route will be over a day walking though, and I don't know where'd we sleep."
She felt suddenly useful. She'd been to a lot of concerts in Las Vegas, she knew it well.
Laura watched Stompy finish packing abruptly. He looked around a bit, and she looked at him and answered what he hadn't asked, "Most of our supplies were on the bus already, there isn't much left to take." She climbed on top of a nearby heap of car and viewed the landscape as people talked. She cleared her throat and everyone looked up at her. She then declared in a loud, clear voice "That appears to be Zion Canyon over to our left. So making an estimation, on foot we'd probably get to St. George in 10 hours. 12 if we take a detour off the I-15 in an attempt shake anyone coming to get us. If we can get a car in town it'll only take us about 2 hours to get to Vegas. If not, it's about 13 hours to Mesquite and then 26 more to Vegas." She hopped off. "Now if Johnny here wants to avoid the highway and roads, the best plan is probably to go south to the Grand Canyon and follow the river to Las Vegas. We won't have small towns to get supplies from, but I suppose we could" she smiled a bit "live off the land." She chuckled quietly and then added, "The Grand Canyon route will be over a day walking though, and I don't know where'd we sleep."
She felt suddenly useful. She'd been to a lot of concerts in Las Vegas, she knew it well.
OOC: I go for Stompy too. He's too calm about it all.
IC: Rain began to trudge forward. 'One foot infront of the other' he though to himself. Laura seemed to know where everyone was going. 'Fuck this is stupid. Why does somebody want to hunt us? Was it for that smashed computer part back at the base? Were we apart of something going on?'
IC: Rain began to trudge forward. 'One foot infront of the other' he though to himself. Laura seemed to know where everyone was going. 'Fuck this is stupid. Why does somebody want to hunt us? Was it for that smashed computer part back at the base? Were we apart of something going on?'
Well, I believe I don't know enough about this lynching business to start voting. And I have no theories as to who did it.
Stompy noticed, while packing, that both Killion and Purple were staring at him, angry glances that screamed "You did it, didn't you?"
"Right, I've had enough!" Stompy exclaimed, not being able to take it after a while. "I'm not the murderer. I just wanna pack up, and get away from here. Call me crazy, but we've had nothing but trouble since we got here; it's bad luck. So, can we please focus up on packing up and getting out, instead of planning on who we're killing next? You know, so we don't starve to death while pointing the finger" Stompy was flushed, and his throat was sore.
He would readily admit that he didn't feel any emotional loss with the death of Gremlin, but that would be because he didn't know the person too well. "Look," he sighed, "we can start lynching after we leave. Please. I'd like to not die here, on this accursed soil. How about it?" Stompy asked slowly. He knew that there was a strong chance he would be lynched, and was scared about it, but he also had a stronger urge; to keep moving.
Stompy noticed, while packing, that both Killion and Purple were staring at him, angry glances that screamed "You did it, didn't you?"
"Right, I've had enough!" Stompy exclaimed, not being able to take it after a while. "I'm not the murderer. I just wanna pack up, and get away from here. Call me crazy, but we've had nothing but trouble since we got here; it's bad luck. So, can we please focus up on packing up and getting out, instead of planning on who we're killing next? You know, so we don't starve to death while pointing the finger" Stompy was flushed, and his throat was sore.
He would readily admit that he didn't feel any emotional loss with the death of Gremlin, but that would be because he didn't know the person too well. "Look," he sighed, "we can start lynching after we leave. Please. I'd like to not die here, on this accursed soil. How about it?" Stompy asked slowly. He knew that there was a strong chance he would be lynched, and was scared about it, but he also had a stronger urge; to keep moving.
"I'm not saying you did do it Stompy, but I don't think I want to trust you anymore. My trust for most of you is growing thinner when it should be getting stronger in this type of world."
"I'm surprised you trusted me Rain. I thought in this world, trust was a lot more fickle and rarer to obtain." Stompy said stoically, feeling funny someone had 'trusted' him.
"Don't trust that I'll come to the rescue. You and I both know that I'm not that type of person. But, you can be damn sure that I'll not be the one to weaken our already weak defences, and leave all of us, including myself, open to attack. I don't want to have your blood on my hands. Or anyone's, for that matter."
"Now, take this." Stompy said, handing Rain a bag containing supplies. "As the medic, I think your survival is ranked quite high up there. Now, you would kindly help the others?" Stompy asked, preparing to pack more supplies. "Frankly, the sooner we get outta here, the better."
"Don't trust that I'll come to the rescue. You and I both know that I'm not that type of person. But, you can be damn sure that I'll not be the one to weaken our already weak defences, and leave all of us, including myself, open to attack. I don't want to have your blood on my hands. Or anyone's, for that matter."
"Now, take this." Stompy said, handing Rain a bag containing supplies. "As the medic, I think your survival is ranked quite high up there. Now, you would kindly help the others?" Stompy asked, preparing to pack more supplies. "Frankly, the sooner we get outta here, the better."
"Hmm."
Rain looked uncomfortably at Stompy's new kindness. Everyone around him was basically all right. A few bruises and some blasted ear drums, other then that, no shrapnel had hit anyone thankfully.
"Stompy, I don't know who's the good guy and the bad guy here. I'm somewhat causious around everyone at the moment. If you can give me a good reason why I should trust you, that you won't kill me in my sleep, I'll have your back."
Rain sort of started to feel that maybe Johnny was behind this after his outburst at Al. Then again Johnny was accused of killing a friend and he didn't exactly have that many fingers to arm a bomb properly.
'Gah, why6 can't thinks be in black and white' Rain thought to himself.
Rain looked uncomfortably at Stompy's new kindness. Everyone around him was basically all right. A few bruises and some blasted ear drums, other then that, no shrapnel had hit anyone thankfully.
"Stompy, I don't know who's the good guy and the bad guy here. I'm somewhat causious around everyone at the moment. If you can give me a good reason why I should trust you, that you won't kill me in my sleep, I'll have your back."
Rain sort of started to feel that maybe Johnny was behind this after his outburst at Al. Then again Johnny was accused of killing a friend and he didn't exactly have that many fingers to arm a bomb properly.
'Gah, why6 can't thinks be in black and white' Rain thought to himself.
"I'm telling you, would I really want to kill the only person here who could heal my injuries? Or remove people who could help me escape the trouble we're bound to get into? Please, I'm not stupid. You and I both know that we're a lot safer in a large group than by ourselves." Stompy responded.
He wasn't so sure he'd been able to convince Rain to trust him, as he himself didn't trust the others too much, but he knew that what he was saying was what he meant. He thought it was stupid of the murderer killing people, as it would make it easier for whatever's out there to get the murderer themselves in the end. But he acknowledged that there's more to it. What, was the question Stompy asked himself.
He wasn't so sure he'd been able to convince Rain to trust him, as he himself didn't trust the others too much, but he knew that what he was saying was what he meant. He thought it was stupid of the murderer killing people, as it would make it easier for whatever's out there to get the murderer themselves in the end. But he acknowledged that there's more to it. What, was the question Stompy asked himself.
"I don't know. I'm not a killer, I can't judge peoples fates. I do my best to heal them. You seem to think street smarts, but so would the killer. I'm letting you off only for the reason I believe you wouldn't be stupid enough to kill off your own team. Things are too complicated."
OOC: Changing my vote to Pie. That outburst made you suspicious. I wouldn't vote for you but you're number 2 on the list.
OOC: Changing my vote to Pie. That outburst made you suspicious. I wouldn't vote for you but you're number 2 on the list.
Al took out his rifle suddenly and aimed it at Johnny, putting everyone on edge. "SHUT. UP. JOHNNY." After realizing what he had done, he relaxed his grip on the gun and put it away. Perhaps the paranoia of bring in a situation where one of his own was killing everyone was getting to him...
'Deep breaths, deep breaths...' Al began talking after a good ten seconds. "Out of everyone that's died thus far, most of them have been under extenuating circumstances. Irish killed himself, Sigguard was send into the wilderness, Galt shot Maeror in the effing head, and both Galt and Patrick were shot by a Hegemon blockade. No way I can track any of those to anybody."
But then he finally got to the explanation. "But let me get back to the point at hand. When Rob was murdered, it was done with a gun. While you've claimed that you have no training with a firearm, everyone here has learned that a headshot will kill anything, zombie or not. The very first murder we had, the one Sigguard was framed for, was done with a knife. At the time, anyone could've gotten the means, but only three men that I know of had the experience- Maeror, Sigguard himself (being an Army man), and you. Both of the other men have since been lynched. But the one that's sealed the deal for me was Gremlin's, the one that's just happened. That bomb would've taken some amount of mechanical expertise to remove, must less modify or put back on the bus. I know that you've got a lot of experience dealing with broken machinery..."
He laughed scornfully under his breath. "Oh, and nice trick trying to kill yourself earlier with the whole 'wall-punching' thing. Threw me off the trail for a while." Another deep breath. "Laura, someone, please tell me I'm not crazy."
OOC: I didn't list Dane (Thebigz) for the simple reason that no one seems to know if he's still with us or not- either he rock n' rolled his way into a horde of zombies, or we're still waiting for his number to come up. I'm not accusing stompy because I can't seem to find his skillset on page 3 with everyone else's- can we get a clarification on these two, Galt?
'Deep breaths, deep breaths...' Al began talking after a good ten seconds. "Out of everyone that's died thus far, most of them have been under extenuating circumstances. Irish killed himself, Sigguard was send into the wilderness, Galt shot Maeror in the effing head, and both Galt and Patrick were shot by a Hegemon blockade. No way I can track any of those to anybody."
But then he finally got to the explanation. "But let me get back to the point at hand. When Rob was murdered, it was done with a gun. While you've claimed that you have no training with a firearm, everyone here has learned that a headshot will kill anything, zombie or not. The very first murder we had, the one Sigguard was framed for, was done with a knife. At the time, anyone could've gotten the means, but only three men that I know of had the experience- Maeror, Sigguard himself (being an Army man), and you. Both of the other men have since been lynched. But the one that's sealed the deal for me was Gremlin's, the one that's just happened. That bomb would've taken some amount of mechanical expertise to remove, must less modify or put back on the bus. I know that you've got a lot of experience dealing with broken machinery..."
He laughed scornfully under his breath. "Oh, and nice trick trying to kill yourself earlier with the whole 'wall-punching' thing. Threw me off the trail for a while." Another deep breath. "Laura, someone, please tell me I'm not crazy."
OOC: I didn't list Dane (Thebigz) for the simple reason that no one seems to know if he's still with us or not- either he rock n' rolled his way into a horde of zombies, or we're still waiting for his number to come up. I'm not accusing stompy because I can't seem to find his skillset on page 3 with everyone else's- can we get a clarification on these two, Galt?
OOC: Who was that guy that died in the electronics store? We all believed Dane's story, but for all the characters know he could've been murdered.
Laura was taken aback by Johnny's threats, and gasped when Al held a gun to him. After Al's speech she looked thoughtfully into the ether. "It makes sense. It really does. I thought it was Johnny from the start, but then Maeror seemed so dangerous... But Johnny always goes missing, and he doesn't like any of us. And now he's trying to lead us into the desert after a mirage, where we'll all be counting on him to survive." She puffed out her chest and said, "We're going to go along the highway," then suddenly seemed weaker; saying quietly with lowered brows "And maybe Johnny shouldn't come along."
EDIT: Stompy's 15?! Blimey.
Laura was taken aback by Johnny's threats, and gasped when Al held a gun to him. After Al's speech she looked thoughtfully into the ether. "It makes sense. It really does. I thought it was Johnny from the start, but then Maeror seemed so dangerous... But Johnny always goes missing, and he doesn't like any of us. And now he's trying to lead us into the desert after a mirage, where we'll all be counting on him to survive." She puffed out her chest and said, "We're going to go along the highway," then suddenly seemed weaker; saying quietly with lowered brows "And maybe Johnny shouldn't come along."
EDIT: Stompy's 15?! Blimey.
[Steve died in the electronics store, and Stompy's bio is this:
A fearful 15 year old, "Stompy" was a member of one of the city's youth gangs. His quick mind and steady aim gave him a prominent position as a street leader. He frequented Killion's 'store' before the outbreak and was relieved to see his old buddy had made it out. However, the strain of the situation has made him a bit skiddish and he tries to stay out of the way when something's going down.
But he's not the killer, he joined late, meaning he isn't the murderer. He is exempt from the rules of the game, so I've been trying to lynch him so it's fair. It's not like we've got anything to go off anyways...]
A fearful 15 year old, "Stompy" was a member of one of the city's youth gangs. His quick mind and steady aim gave him a prominent position as a street leader. He frequented Killion's 'store' before the outbreak and was relieved to see his old buddy had made it out. However, the strain of the situation has made him a bit skiddish and he tries to stay out of the way when something's going down.
But he's not the killer, he joined late, meaning he isn't the murderer. He is exempt from the rules of the game, so I've been trying to lynch him so it's fair. It's not like we've got anything to go off anyways...]
Modelled after me own self...Larenxis said:
"Al... Calm down." Stompy said in a hushed tone, trying not to result in anyone's death, most of all his own.
"Look, there's a time and place to deal with this lynching business, and I really don't think this is the place. I suggest we follow Laura's plan, which is getting outta here, most importantly, by following the highway. So, would you kindly place the gun down," Stompy said in a hushed, calm manner ", and we can get moving. We'll keep some eyes on Johnny. When we're a long distance from this place, we'll set up camp, and deal with the lynching business. How about it?" Stompy finished his attempt at negotiation in somewhat cheery tone, trying to relax everyone. The streets taught him that moments of incredible stress need to be resolved quickly, so as to not result in needless death.
"Fine. ...Sorry, just this whole 'people-dying-around-me' thing brings up some bad memories."
OOC: Whoa, I just nearly tried to kill a 15 year old. Just like real life then.
Hey Galt, do you recon you could post a kill list just to smooth over arguements?
Hey Galt, do you recon you could post a kill list just to smooth over arguements?