Zombie Apocalypse RP

[Singing Gremlin]

OOC: might go rescue the froth-mouthed toilet in a minute.

"The closet. Oh, you mean before the brain eating ones?" Gremlin shrugged. "Ah, here and there, here and there. Staying in one place all your life is bad for the health of noggins, methinks." he said sagely, tapping himself on the head. "But you?" he leant past and swiped a ring donut. "Where are you from?" he asked as he wandered over to the drinks section and began inspecting their stocks of booze.

 

[Baelinicus]

OOC: Darn my need for sleep.

Robert walked around the corner to see a pair of people talking, and one of them seemed to have an axe. He shuddered, and approached cautiously hugging his laptop, eyes wide and frightened. He'd heard an explosion earlier, but really had no idea what was going on, having held up in a computer store originally. Walking forward slowly, he ventured,

"Hello? Uhm... do you two know whats going on?"

His eyes flicked to the axe and he shivered slightly. Although having met a fair amount of the group, neither of these two stuck in his mind.

 

[PurpleRain]

"But you?" he leant past and swiped a ring donut. "Where are you from?" he asked as he wandered over to the drinks section and began inspecting their stocks of booze.

"Ahh. Not too far. I was called here for an emergencey. I arrived with the Ambulance and that's when it all happened. I've sort of been stuck here. The only thing I feel badd for are my fish at home."

Rain starts eating one of his donuts not noticing the missing one (OOC: If the next murder is in anyway donut related, you are so dead) and sighs to himself.

"But hell if I'm going back to get them."

 

[Baelinicus]

"Hello? Donut people? Hello?"

They had ignored him! Coward though he might be, he still greatly disliked being ignored.

 

[Singing Gremlin]

OOC: hey, Irish is the one that kills people with bizarre commodities, not me.

Gremlin laughed. "I think fish are a poor price for your brains indeed" he agreed. He regarded the newcomer. "Lots of things are going on I believe. Zombies eating people seems to be a favourite one." He turned back to the drinks and selected a bottle of vodka. He took an experimental swig, then nodded and slotted it into the drink-holder on his leg. "And you can stop looking at Gremlin's axe now." he said, seeming to address the drinks. "it won't hurt you."

 

[PurpleRain]

"Zombies? You named the cannibalistic-undying-disorder? I still have problems trying to wrap my head around it all. A person should die. I've seen wounds on these things that should drop and ordinary man but they keep going with almost no brain function. It's so... odd I guess. I don't know what to say about it."

 

[Singing Gremlin]

"Zombies is so much easier on the tongue than cannibalistic-undying-disorder, though, don't you think?" asked Gremlin, looking up. "I do not see why people have difficulties with calling them zombies. Sticking to reality, and refusing the impossible doesn't rate very highly in Gremlin's list of priorities when these things want to eat him."

 

[PurpleRain]

"True. I still haven't been to brave to try and kill any of them yet. You seem well equipt with that axe of yours."

 

[Baelinicus]

Rob blinked, and stopped looking at the axe, however downright freaky it was.

"Zombies... Jesus, what the hell happened to cause this? And how can you two be so... so calm about all this!? There are dead people EVERYWHERE! And they're not dead!"

He shivered, unnerved by their strange way of seeming to not care.

 

[Singing Gremlin]

Gremlin looked at Rob. "Calm is the best way to be about it. This man" he pointed to Rain "Could turn around and slit both our throats in an instant. In my eyes, that would be a worse terror than one of zombies. We are always in danger, theoretically. It is refreshing to be certain where the danger comes from, don't you think?"

OOC: re-reading this, that makes me sound so much like the killer. And no-one has even died yet!

 

[PurpleRain]

"I doubt I would. I have troubles killing a 'Zombie'. I fix people and send them to hospitals. Shit, that was a bad place. I'm, I'm gonna go lie down now. Sorry."

After Rain mentioned the Hospital he began to look pale. He walked off to the lobby.

 

[Kuneru]

Bradley finished the last of the discarded drinks, he glanced in the mirrored wall behind the bar to see if he'd lost the mad look in his eyes. He had, although there were one too many of him in the mirror now...

After a couple of minutes of nursing his head and contemplating things in that special way only a drunk person can he decided to look for other people to share his pain with. After a few failed attempts at standing up he found some balance and headed over to the first person he saw, "Wha rgh shum'duffe rof?...

 

[John Galt]

Galt saw a stumbling figure come out of the bar. The man tried to say something but all that came out was a drunken mumble. Galt quickly took note of the bottle in his hand and realized just how serious this might be. Trapped in a mall by these...things was one thing. If he could keep his group together long enough, they could survive. Give them unrationed liquor, then you run the risk of having half your group in the bag during a break in.

As the man lunged towards Galt for balance, John grabbed him by the arm and tried to keep him upright. More slurred protests. Galt drug him over to a pillar and propped him up. He fastened a blinfold over his face in order to get him to remain still."Whash'a fink'yr dooin'?" came another remark as the man tried to wriggle out of Galt's grip. Within minutes the drunkard was asleep.

Galt walked over to the bar and found the metal security grating. He grabbed the hook with a jump and yanked it down. He secured the padlock and stowed the key in his pocket. "Looks like the spring's run dry." he thought to himself.

 

[Rabid Toilet]

OOC: I didn't see you leave it, so I guess so. And in answer to someone else's question, I think the zombies are all outside in this case? Hence why they were safe enough to do medical exams in the front lobby area.

Well, since the only reason my guy is stuck in a store is because of all the zombies outside, let's just say that your part of the mall is safe and secure. They must have gotten into the other parts somehow >.>

 

[Rabid Toilet]

OCC- which generally means stay away from secluded parts of the mall, if you must go there make sure you don't die.

I'll keep that in mind once I'm out of this damned store.

Oh, and Gremlin, if you want to rescue me, go ahead. Otherwise, my guy'll run out of food and try to fight his way through the zombies. I'm in the Wonderland Plaza if it matters, since I'm trying to go strictly off the Dead Rising map.

Editted for clarity.

 

[Rabid Toilet]

Whoops, i didn't know there was a map. I just assumed there would be a grocery store...
I'd save you, but that's not my thing... My Bio pretty much suggests im a pacifist, Except i carry a knife...
I won't be saving you, whoops.

Yeah, the map is linked in Galt's first post on the front page. Also, I was actually referring to Gremlin to come and save me, since he said he might in an earlier post.