2 things:
Who decides how the zombies devolop? I assume there is one person deciding.
Also my inventory:
1 Handgun (glock)
with 40 rounds
10 months worth of food
1 month worth of water left
but He's leaving from sheer bordom and needing company
OOC: Nope. In my original plan, the zombies didn't evolve, but Flying-Emu started the trend of evolution, and the zombies have been getting smarter ever since.
Glancing up from her contemplation, Rayne spots Nikki coming down from the stairs, Vinny bumping into her.
Oaf.
She then sups on the full image of the woman before her. She was speechless, something she had probably never been before. After staring for a full second, she forces herself to snap out of it.
"Wow. That sure fit you perfectly, sugar. A standard-issue Glock 20, and you'd be the complete image of a full-feathered officer."
And some more
"How does it feel then? Probably a bit baggier than you're used to, I bet. But it allows for good freedom of movement and no friction. Real comfortable, no?"
Rayne tried to look at her in a non-conspicuous way and probably failed fatally.
<spoiler=morning>You'll have to be patient. I deduce few characters are able to sleep, and several of us are actually role-playing. Rayne is going to wake the next pair, and they will wake the next, and so on. How long it takes depends entirely on them. However, if everyone wants to move on, naturally we should. PM me if you do.
Michael woke up and walked around. He noticed the few sleeping people who looked calm and happy. Something he had not seen in a while.
While walking around Michael decided to look around the police station and walked up stairs. On his way to the stairs Michael saw Rayne who looked pissed off possibly to the fact that he may be here.
She gave him a dirty look.
Michael then continued upstairs and saw Vinny in the office and asks whats going on.
Vinny tells Michael that he is going to try and pick off some of the zombies as the eat the remains of a body. Michael then walked off.
will happen tomorrow Michael then sat down hoping maybe sometime soon someone would give him a task that give him purpose to be there.
Rayne stirred in her trance and snapped her head a bit.
"You okay?" Thompson stood by the arch of the door.
"Yeah." Rayne looked at the schedule she had done. "This'll do. I didn't put up Nikki for guard duty. She can barely retain her bodily control from sleep-deprivation as it is."
"True enough."
"Lesse... we'll swap with Vinny and Terrence. I'll sleep in that armchair to the wall with one eye open. You can go to the bunk beds if you like. Probably the best place to get some shut-eye, if you can."
"Sure."
Rayne got up and left the list on the chair. Going up the stairs, she spotted Vinny scouting the outside through the office window.
"You're up, with Terrence. The list is on the chair downstairs, so you know who you are to wake." Not waiting for a reaction, Rayne went downstairs and curled up in the armchair.
<spoiler=Schedule>Vinny and Terrence - 00am-02am
Craig and Malachi - 02am-04am
Ian and Ray - 04am-06am
Sara and Michael- 06am-08am
Rayne and Thompson - 08am-10am
Feel free to do some character development or whatever during your shifts, or do nothing and just fast forward to the next shift. Rayne will be available and keeping an eye on you as long as I am online.
OOC: You don't see the names next to the posts? Flying-Emu has Terrence and Sara. Voodoopigs has Craig. Malachi's creator has disappeared, so he's currently up for auction. Raxous has Ian. Etrius_the_Seraphim has Ray, and Thompson is just a bot.
Veronica giggles in response to Rayne's comment. "Thanks!" She strikes a pose, pretending she's an action figure with a big old gun in her hands, grinning widely. "They don't fit perfectly but they are very comfy, thanks again!"
"Time for some rest, though!" Nikki curls up on the first okay spot she finds suitable, using her bag for a pillow. "Night everyone!", she says, loud enough for those awake to hear, but trying hard not to wake anyone.
Michael quietly replies "Night" To Nikki while sitting around waiting for his shift.
He knew he should try and get some rest but couldn't because anytime he closed his eyes he saw Jessica being eaten and wonder why did this happen.
Michael remembered as a boy and teenager of all monsters his favorite were zombies. When people would talk about how they wanted to die he would always yell by trying to survive in the zombie apocalypse.
His parents always discouraged him from zombies and violence so when this first struck he wasn't prepared.
Michael sat back in a chair and remembered what happened the first day.
Him and Jessica were going to see a movie, ironically enough it was a Romero movie, and afterword he was going to drop Jessica home, but something else happened that night.
That night Jessica spent the night at his house.
His parents where divorced. His dad lived in a small town about an hour and a half from Vegas and his mom, who he still lived with, was in Dallas for business. In the morning he awoke to a beating at the front door. He left Jessica in bed and went to check it out.
There was a man covered in blood standing at the door. Worried he then went and grabbed his mother's 12 Gauge and opened the door. The man pushed Michael and tried to bite him but he blew his head off.
He woke Jessica up and told her to get dressed an prepared that something bad was happening. he then told her they were going to hide in his panic room. Jessica got dressed and asked if they could go get her family. He had agreed.
They got in his Ford Mustang and drove off to her parents house and when they arrived they kicked down the door. They searched but when they found her family it wasn't a pretty site. Her dad had a hole blown through the back of his head and her sister was eating her mother. Jessica broke down into tears and Michael blasted a hole in her mother and sister's head.
They got back in the car but instead of going home they went to the nearest gas station (a 7-11) to grab some supplies. The place had not been attacked yet but scavengers where there.
When they walked inside there were 4 people on the ground dead from what looked like bullet wounds and a man with a 10mm who looked crazy. He told them to leave and when they didn't leave immediately he shot Jessica in the leg. Michael then returned fire and shot him in the chest knocking him back into a shelf which then fell over.
They looted the 7-11 and went back to his house and locked themselves in the panic room. The first week was the hardest. Jessica cried most of it. To keep from boredom the would read play games ext. ext. and have sex.
Michael remembered the week before they left Jessica had missed her period and was worried that if she was pregnant how would they care for her. He had always told her everything would be all right and the baby would be fine. They even picked out a name for the baby. If it was a girl Emily and a boy Marshall.
But then they ran out of food. They had to leave and Jessica didn't want to stay by herself in the panic room.
Now she is dead and a zombie.
Nothing went the way it was suppose to happen
Nothing...
Sorry for the long ass post but I was bored and due to higurashi's suggestion I built up more background information
<spoiler=Sword>This just keeps getting better. Now we have swords!
Rayne mumbled in a daze. It never ends, does it...?
With a sigh, she got up and opened the door, grabbed the man by his clothes, pulled him inside and shut the door carefully, so as not to make more noise.
"Hello. Not very nice to meet you." She said to the man whom she held in a tight grip.
"Please don't make any more noise, lest we all shall die in horrible ways." She looked at the man with a furious look in her eyes, before releasing him.
Giving him a "Thank you.", sarcastically, she then told him there were some medical supplies by a wall in the kitchen.
"We are taking shifts guarding this place, but you won't have to. Consider yourself lucky. Try to get some sleep, as we'll leave this place on the morrow, as soon as we can."
Slumping into her armchair with a deep sigh, Rayne closed her eyes, trying to get some rest.
<spoiler=The Great Milenko>Sorry she's grumpy. That's just how she is.
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