"You're kidding, right?" Vinny says. A loud screeching noise, accompanied by rhythmic thudding, sounds from the fog. "What now?" Vinny questions angrily. The thuds come closer. "Oh shit, make way!" he yells as he hops into the dumpster and closes the lid.
<spoiler=Statistics>Escape Chance: Very low Zombie Status: Some slow, a lot jog, a lot sprint, some are super zeds Daytime Crow Threat: Medium Night Crow Threat: Low Twilight Crow Threat: High Morning Fog Level: High Daytime Fog Level: Low Fog Thickness: Medium Sandstorm Threat: Medium Tornado Threat: None Current Auctions: None Obituaries: Carl Mackenzie (bitten by Joe the Zombie, then shot by Vinny), Joe the Zombie (shot by Vinny), Reuben (bitten by Carl, then shot by Ian)
All roads going out of the city are under four feet of sand. A wall of sand blocks any escape. The sand is seriously encroaching on the city now, engulfing outer buildings with sand. The crow population remains stable, at least. The fog has increased in thickness and lasts longer than before. It now lasts from 5:00 AM to 12:00 PM. The sandstorm grows ever stronger, and it has taken aim at Las Vegas. It is not a question of if it will hit, but when it will hit. Thankfully, there is no sign of tornadoes. Well, good luck then!
OOC: Filling in for Voodoopigs here. (Remember that he is unavailable every weekend.) This is from Craig's perspective.
I saw Ian and Terrence hop into the dumpster, and I thought they were crazy. Then the thuds started, and I saw Vinny jump into the dumpster. I caught a glimpse of the creature that was making this noise. It was absolutely gigantic. I jumped into the dumpster and hoped that everyone else did the same. The dumpster tipped onto it's side. The thing must have picked up the dumpster. I suddenly felt the sensation of flying and falling. The dumpster slammed into the ground. I waited for the footsteps to recede, and I opened the lid. The thing must have picked up the dumpster and thrown it over the Italian restaurant. That would explain why we were in the street in front of the restaurant.
OOC: Check out a picture of the creature back at the front page [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.77935?page=1]
Terrence rolls out of the dumpster, covered in rotting pasta and other foodstuffs. He pulls his pistol from his pocket and whips around, seeing himself in the foggy street. "Guys... guys. I can't see three feet in front of me, and that crash is going to attract everything -living and dead- from twenty blocks away."
A lone, piercing cry echoes through the chill city air, coming from the west.
Skittering rocks and footsteps echo from the surrounding buildings as the cry is answered, this time from the north.
Terrence gulps, checking the pistol's ammunition as the cries begin coming quicker, and in unison. "I'm getting sick of this." He mutters.
Vinny spits a week-old meatball out of his mouth and crawls from the dumpster. "You know, I used to like Italian food. Used to." He pulls Liz, who is about as worse for wear as the rest of them, free of the garbage. Hearing the eerie cries coming from various directions along with the shambling of zombies and other creatures, Vinny instinctively raises his pistol.
"We can't stay here." Just then, an ungodly wail comes from 5 feet away in the fog. A creature wearing a blue hoodie and cargo pants leaps from the mist. It has razor sharp claws on it's hands. Vinny ducks. The thing is gone. His hand goes to the top of his head. Vinny realizes that the thing snatched his hat.
The monster jumps out of the fog once more and tackles Vinny. One clawed hand holds down Vinny's left arm, while the other is raised in the clubbing position. Vinny's free hand raises. The monster brings it's arm down and is confronted with the business end of a silver-plated pistol. Vinny pulls the trigger. The creature rears back in surprise. Vinny, still prone, fires off three shots. They all hit the creature. It roars again and jumps back into the mist from whence it came. "We seriously need to get the hell out of here." Vinny pants.
Your pictures aren't working for me... check the links?
Also, those cries weren't just hunters. ;D
"Dammit, Vinny! There's no secure place to go to!" Terrence whispers. "Every damn building we go into is swarming with these bastards!"
Cries sound from all four compass directions.
"Guys, dammit! They're changing!"
Before the words leave his mouth, a dark shape pounces from the mist, sending him sprawling. Terrence wildly backpedals, fumbling about his person for his pistol. With a look of horror, he realizes that the pistol has skittered to the feet of the... thing.
As the group watches in stunned silence, the creature drops to its knees, wrapping its fingers around the pistol and raising it to eye level. Its fingers grasp the weapon clumsily, pointing the barrel towards its head. The creature's fingers slip, sending a round into its skull.
Terrence pants, watching the zombie fall in seemingly slow motion, the pistol clacking back towards him. Cries echo once more from all directions, closer this time.
Terrence slowly reaches for the pistol, watching the corpse cautiously. As he wipes the gun clean, his eyes go blank and he says "Wha... What?!"
I watched the thing blow it's own head off, that wasn't the thing I was interested in though, I was interested in why it had picked the gun up.The moans pierced the silence and the Z's were emerging from the Italian food place.
"Vinny, do you know where we could get our hands on a radio, there has got to be other people in Las Vegas, and some may be transmitting, You know, like soldiers or the police, there has got to be some authority somewhere, I'm sick of being in danger. I also need a shower.Badly."
OOC:Can some one tell me where we left Steve, I'll have to link him up to the rest of the group.
Yes, you can. Everyone's welcome here as I've said a gazillion times before.
"There's a police station near here. We could try that." Vinny offers. The wailing from all directions increases in volume. "We need to hurry up and make a decision."
"The Police Station sounds good, plus, all the police were on call so it should be emptied out. I vote Police Station, there has got to be a safe room where the Z's can't see us and we can be safe.I'm dead tired.(No pun intended)
name: gose by Ray
age: 19
i survived when the zombies first appeared because im actually a hit-man so i had lots of weapons.
i am a melee weapon expert and i have also trained in martial arts for a few years. my favorite weapons to use are my polished iron machete and my duel desert eagles. i carry all these weppons with me. the machete on a holster on my back and the deagles on two holsters on either side of my hips. and i look exactly like my avatar
OOC: I'm still here, and I see you've been perusing the 10 ways to go gonzo thread. Anyway, just read the posts and you'll understand what's going on. Your character sheet required a lot of adjustment, but it has been uploaded. It's at the bottom of the character list on the front page [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.77935?page=1].
"Alright, let's go." Vinny says as he reloads his pistol. "We're gonna have to charge if we wanna make it past the monsters. On the count of three, we move. 1...2...3!"
*crashes into a lamp post and a zombie falls out of the driver side door only to land flat on the side walk and get stabbed through the back of the head by my machete*
"Oh shit!" Vinny yells as he dives out of the way of the out-of-control car. He goes up to the car, pointing his gun at the machete man. "Who are you?" he questions.
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