Plague.

[Tailon]

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The snow was thick on the roads, and the sun dim behind clouds as a figure, wearing a heavy coat and a backpack walked along in Brooklyn, New York. Jake Ryan had lost his motorcycle when he had crashed into a thick bank of snow, and had been forced to set out on his own, which could only make his life all the more difficult. Manhattan, once full to bursting with the living, now housed millions of walking dead. Zombies would be the more common term. The young man had escaped the infested city, ending up near Fort Hamilton, a military base he hoped to make his shelter until he could formulate a better plan.

Jake came upon the main gate of Fort Hamilton, which he found to be unlocked, surprising, although it made sense that someone breaking in wouldn’t have the equipment to re lock the door. The young man pushed the gate open with some effort, taking him a minute or so to force the icy gate open enough to slip through and close it once more. Jake felt it was time to finally get some rest, and moved to the barracks, hoping no zombies were hanging around. This door was also unlocked, and it seemed whoever had opened the gate had had the same idea as he did, although this door was slightly ajar, possibly due to lack of ice and being less sturdy than the metal gate.

Jake pushed the door open, closing it behind him to stop the bitter cold outside from making its way in, and found himself in a dark hall. The young man put his backpack down and removed his coat in a ridiculously over the top manner, all at once revealing his brown hair, dark eyes, lighter jacket, t-shirt, and jeans, and various weapons. Specifically, Winchester Model 1894 rifle, a pair of trench spikes, a machete, and a SIG Sauer P220 handgun, which he drew rather quickly, simultaneously picking up his backpack, at the sound of movement down the hall, behind a door. Jake walked slowly to the door, took hold of the doorknob, and slowly pushed it open, checking for any immediate threat before he pushed the door open completely, aiming his SIG in several directions before stepping forward into what he could now see was a room full of beds. Jake tossed his pack onto the nearest bed, then raised his gun again and began to survey the entire room.

OoC: Zombies! This takes place in an alternate reality where this kind of insane crap can happen, but no magic or other special powers on this one, that would be too easy I think.

 

[Rex]

It was cold. Luckily, Nick Anderson was well prepared for the cold. Not one inch of his body was exposed. His normal three quarter pants had been traded out for a pair of black snowboarding pants. He was also wearing a gray long sleeved t-shirt, a first for him, underneath a black snowboarding jacket. His feet were bandaged and socked, complete with black combat boots he had taken from the very facility he was currently hiding out it, Fort Hamilton. His hands were likewise bandaged to the knuckles, and covered in black leather gloves. Finally, he had a gray ski hat and goggles covering the upper half of his head, and a black scarf covering the lower half and neck. Strapped on his back was an Accuracy International AWM, a type of Sniper Rifle. He had a backpack on on top of it, with all his supplies inside. Finally, inside one of his jacket pockets was an FN Five-seveN Handgun.

He had been hiding out at the Fort for a few days now. Currently, he was resting in the barracks, waiting for enough of the snow to either freeze entirely or be moved around by the Zombies or simply melted. Afterward, he would begin a long hike south to warmer states like Florida. He had closed the gate to the fort, but he had been unable to relock it. Because of this, any Zombie that had the brains and the brawn could push the gate open, so he always had to be on alert. Still, so far, most Zombies that had been able to smell him out at the fort had eventually wandered off or gotten its brains blown out instead of actually trying to do anything.

Suddenly, Nick heard the door to the barracks close, and someone start to move around outside the room he was in. He jumped off the bed he was on, and flipped it onto its side, hiding behind it. He quickly drew drew his Five-seveN, as the door to the room he was in opened and closed. Something hit another bed, and then there were footsteps again, wandering around the room. Nick quickly hopped up and aimed the firearm at the source of the noise, a young man armed with a handgun of his own. He didn't look much like a Zombie, but he had to be careful.

"You have five seconds to prove to me that you aren't a Zombie before I blow your brains out!" Nick growled.

 

[Aura]

Hidden by the shadows, a figure hurried through the partially open gate to the barracks, her arms wrapped around her in a desperate attempt to provide some sort of warmth to her body. Not that it was working. Her breath formed mist in front of her face, and her whole body shivered. But the cold wasn’t the most important thing on Delta Cowie’s mind. No, when the dead were walking and craving your flesh, the cold was a minor problem.

Delta was a short young woman, with dark brown skin and black hair – a result of her Indian heritage. Being also of European decent, her eyes were a light blue in colour, and seemed very out of place. Delta had dyed the bangs on the front of her hair a variety of reds and warm purples. She wore a long sleeved red top with a leather jacket over the top, along with a pair of black jeans to keep her warm. On her feet were average, run of the mill canvas shoes. However, in one hand she carried a long knife she’d come across, and hidden in one of the pockets in her jacket was a small handgun, along with more bullets.

While to a lot of people, having just a knife and a small gun probably wouldn’t be what some people would call prepared if you took the fact that a bunch of dead people were roaming around the place. But Delta had the eyes of an eagle, so she would have no problem with aiming.

Inside came the sound of voices. Or to be more specific, the sound of someone yelling something about being a zombie. Delta hesitated. Should she really go in if there was a chance there were zombies inside? Inside, she could tell was infinitely warmer. Plus, there was a good chance that there would be some food, more bullets and other people inside. And besides, if she didn’t get warm soon, she probably freeze to death anyway. A frozen treat for the next zombie to come along.

Delta slipped inside the barracks and listened out for any sound that came through the halls. Her ears could here… something… but what was it? It sounded like voices. So intent on the sound, Delta failed to see a tack that had been dropped on the floor. It easily went through her shoes and stuck itself in her foot. Delta opened her mouth in a silent yell. Yes silent. You see, Delta was mute. She’d never uttered a single word in her life, never made a sound. Of course, whoever was in the barracks probably heard her lose her balance and fall with a thud onto the floor.

Silently cursing, Delta pulled the tack out of her foot then proceed to turn a corner, finding herself looking at two… well she hoped they were humans. One was pointing the gun at the other, who seemed to be just slightly worried about having a gun pointed in his face.

Both of them were males, one with brown hair and dark eyes, the other dressed like he was at the snow. Well it was almost cold enough to snow anyway. Both of them appeared to be armed to the teeth, with more firepower than she had ever so much as touched in her entire life. Delta preferred smaller, most discreet weapons. You cant’t hide a sub machine gun in your jacket pocket, nor a chainsaw in your pants.

Without thinking, Delta reached into her pocket and gripped her own gun. She took a step backwards and raising one hand, trying to show she wasn’t a zombie, nor was she planning on harming them.

 

[Zachary]

The eerie silence would’ve filled Brooklyn that would make the most sane person snap under the extreme loneliness it induced in a person. The streets were filled with the dead, some of them freshly rotting, the rest well… They were gnawed skeletons from the hungry, rib showing rodents that rivaled the human population in the past.

The eerie silence was preyed by a Trail Blazer rolling down the streets, loudly blaring death metal that alerted every zombie in the vicinity. The zombies slowly shuffled towards the car from all angles, making their way towards the tin can that held their next meal. Unfortunately, they met their end as the car ran them over without a care in the world. The man inside had a demonic looking grin on his face, he was one of the very few people in the world who thought of this disaster to be a gift from God herself.

Yes, Zachary Ira or Zacky thought the zombie plague was the best thing to ever happen. He intensely enjoyed ending the undead’s lives a second time with various weapons he hid in his car. Weed whackers, chainsaws, shovels, guns, golf clubs, a guitar and amp, a riot shield, a frying pan with a chain attached to it, sledgehammers, boomerangs, tonfa's, boxing gloves, a kayak paddle, a moose head, and a pitchfork attached to a shotgun which Zachary affectionately named the “Boomstick” and other various weapons. Sitting next to Zachary in the passenger seat was a specially made sword that he always carried with him.

The car kept going down the road, running over the occasional random dumb zombie that decided to try to take out Zachary before Zacky came to a stop at the open gate of Fort Hamilton, he revved the engine in his Trail Blazer and charged into the fort before stopping and parking the car.

Zacky got out of the car and adjusted his aviator jacket and pants, he was used to the New York weather so the weather here didn’t really bother him. Zacky reached back into his car and grabbed the sword, attaching it onto his back and closing the door. His boots made deep impressions into the freshly fallen snow as he walked towards the back of the Trail Blazer.

“Hm… What should I take into this shithole?” He pondered to himself as he opened up the back. He reached into the truck and grabbed a shotgun with a strap on it, slinging it over his shoulder. He decided to grab the two tonfa's and closed the door. Keep it light, that was his motto, well no it wasn’t, but he didn’t need a lot to kick zombie ass.

Zacky knelt down and studied the snow. There wasn’t any dragging paths going into the building, but there was a couple of foot prints leading towards the door of the fort. The snow was recently fallen so it could cover up the zombie tracks, so he couldn’t be to careful.

Zacky got up and walked into the building and twirled the tonfa's around his hands and screamed out.

“HEY, BRAIN DAWGS, I’M RIGHT HERE, COME AND GET ME!” Zacky screamed with murderous intent in his voice, walking forward with a demonic grin on his face to smash some zombie skulls in.

 

[Tailon]

Jake stopped dead when he heard a voice behind him growl, "You have five seconds to prove to me that you aren't a Zombie before I blow your brains out!" Perhaps standing still had been a bad idea.
Jake turned, and said, “I’m the least of your worries. I’m also perfectly alive, never clawed or bitten.” Before another word could be uttered, another figure entered the room, a short, dark skinned young woman, who quickly raised her hand to show she wasn’t a zombie. Jake also got a good look at the owner of the voice he heard, a man in heavy clothing, ready for the cold outside.

Jake held onto his SIG, unsure of what to do, when a he heard a mighty shout from the hall, “HEY, BRAIN DAWGS, I’M RIGHT HERE, COME AND GET ME!”
Jake said, only loud enough for the other two to hear, “He’s no zombie, but I doubt he’s not a threat, step aside.” He motioned for the young woman to move out of his way, and stepped toward the door, pulling it slowly in, then stepped out, training his pistol down the hall at a man holding two tonfas. “You’re no zombie, now prove you aren’t a threat to us!” Jake called down the hall.

OoC: Short :>

 

[Rex]

The man said something about not being a threat to him, before a young woman wandered in. Just how many visitors was he going to have today? Nick muttered something under his breath, before righting the bed he had been hiding behind. The teen then took a seat, laying his backpack and pistol down next to him. The backpack was open, and close enough to his left hand that he could easily reach in and grab his second pistol, a Caracal F, should something happen that would leave his FN Five-seven out of his reach. Still, he doubted such an event would happen, the man he had pointed a gun at had already disappeared to check out another visitor to the fort, and the girl hadn't moved much since setting foot in the room.

"The fort is very popular today, that isn't a good thing," he muttered, "more people mean more Zombies."

Of course, more Zombies wasn't that much of a problem. Nick always had the gate to the Fort closed. Most Zombies were too stupid or not strong enough to push the frozen gate open. But people had come in!

"I hope you remembered to close the gate behind you!" Nick shouted, "Otherwise the Zombies will get in!"

 

[Aura]

Excellent – Delta’s gesture had been taken the right way. Neither of them gave her more than a glance, intent on each other. She guessed they didn’t consider her a threat to them. Either they were incredibly skilled, watching out for zombies – which she was clearly not - or just plain stupid. Probably the second one... she hoped. If the third was the real reason, then she might as well just turn and leave now.

From somewhere else in the fort, a murderous yell filled the air, screaming that the owner of the voice had a sweet tooth for destruction.

“HEY, BRAIN DAWGS, I’M RIGHT HERE, COME AND GET ME!”

Oh great. This person seemed to be incredibly stupid or he – it was too deep to be female – had a death wish. But if he’d had a death wish, he probably wouldn’t be around anyway. Maybe for the adrenaline rush? Delta herself loved adrenaline, the pumping and rushing of blood... it felt great but she didn’t actively seek it out. She found it far more satisfying if it leapt out from behind a corner yelling “SURPRISE!” Delta paused for a moment. Most likely the adrenaline rush.

“He’s no zombie, but I doubt he’s not a threat,” the man whom had had the gun pointed at him said. “Step aside.” He said, his comment directed at her.

Delta did as he asked, taking a small step to the side and letting him pass through the door. Through the walls, she heard him shout “You’re no zombie, now prove you aren’t a threat to us!” or something like that. A shiver rippled through her body – while in comparison to outside, inside the barracks was like a heat wave, it was still taking her body a little while to dethaw.

The man who was dressed for an arctic expedition had stand down on the bed behind him. His backpack and gun lay beside him.

"The fort is very popular today, that isn't a good thing. More people mean more Zombies." He muttered so quietly, it was probably only for himself.

Automatically, Delta raised her hands and signed to him “Yeah, but there’s safety in numbers. More people to watch your back.” before remembering that he probably wouldn’t be able to understand her. Not many people understood Sign Language. Other than the finger of course.

The thought of safety in numbers made something stir in her gut. In her head, she did a quick head count. So far, there were four people here. The thought made her feel slightly sick. Four people. Four people whom she didn’t know, whom she didn’t trust half as far as she could throw the lightest one of them. The thought made her go pale. Instantly, she found herself taking a step towards the exit. Reasoning kicked in. The world had been thrown upside down. The dead were walking, some of them sure to be her family and/or people she knew, and she needed somebody else to watch her back. Sharp as her eyes might be, she couldn’t see everywhere. She didn’t have eyes on the back of her head. She needed these non zombified people. So, steeling herself, she moved away from the door and went to introduce herself to the guy on the bed.

She waved to him, to catch his attention and to greet him, then pulled out her ID card. On it, it had a photo of her, name (obvious), gender (even more obvious), age (22) etc etc etc. But most importantly – name aside – was the fact that it listed her... disability, if you wanted to be kind enough to call it that. Personally, Delta referred to herself as being physically retarded, or crippled. Whichever worked. She hated the fact she was mute.

Delta handed the card to the man and waited, hoping he’d understand this was the only way of introducing herself she had at the current moment. She silently prayed that one of these people could understand even a bit of sign language, for if they could it would make her life so much easier.

 

[Rex]

The girl motioned something to him. He had no idea what she meant. He dug into his backpack and pulled out a small book, flipping to about midway through and starting to read. However, the girl seemed to want his attention, moving up to him and waving, before holding out an ID card for him to read. He returned the book to his backpack and accepted the card, reading off it. Her name was Delta, and she was a mute. Wonderful. He handed the card back to her, and sighed.

"A loudmouth and a mute, great," Nick frowned.

 

[Zachary]

“You’re no zombie, now prove you aren’t a threat to us!”

Zacky looked down the hallway to see a man holding a pistol towards him. He had to give him kudos though, thinking he was a threat. Well he kind of was, after screaming for some zombies to come and attack him. He turned towards the man and decided to have some fun with him.

“Kid, I’m not threat, I’m just killing some zombies!” He yelled towards him, having a stupid grin on his face. Zacky walked down the hallway towards the man while stuffing the tonfa’s in his belt loops to keep them from falling out. He walked right into the pistol, feeling the cold steel dig into his chest. Zacky then gave a wide wild smile towards the kid, hoping to let him know that with him around its going to be a wild ride.

“Zachary.” Said Zacky holding his hand out towards the man with pistol, “What is your name and do you have any other munchkin’s hiding out here with you? I have a safe house your welcome to come and hang out in, its a lot warmer then this crap-hole.”

 

[Tailon]

The man walked directly into Jake’s SIG and extended his hand to shake, introducing himself as Zachary. Jake holstered his weapon as the man said, “What is your name and do you have any other munchkin’s hiding out here with you? I have a safe house your welcome to come and hang out in, it’s a lot warmer than this crap-hole.”

Jake shook the man’s hand saying, “I’m Jake, there’s two others through here, but I haven’t learned their names.” The young man turned around and pushed the door open, walking in and saying, “I suppose we’re safe for now, this guy says he’s got some sort of safehouse we’re welcome in.”

 

[Aura]

The boy sighed before muttering "A loudmouth and a mute, great.” A frown gracing his face.

Delta had seen this kind of behaviour towards her before, so she was completely used to it. Still, that didn’t mean that she didn’t like it. In her mind, she sighed and wished people would be more open and accepting of these sorts of things… still, she figured that having her along would probably suck in the ways of communication. Oh well, they’d deal with it.

She took back her ID card just as the door reopened and the guy from before entered the room again, followed by another man with eyes that shone with murderous glee. This must be their loudmouth. He too was armed to the teeth. Well, if he was seeking out the zombies, then he probably would have to be.

“I suppose we’re safe for now,” The guy from before said to them. “This guy says he’s got some sort of safehouse we’re welcome in.”

Wait. We are trusting the crazy guy?! Why on earth…? Oh wait right. ‘cause when the dead started walking, your only thought was of survival. And there’s safety in numbers, or whatever that saying is anyway.

She paused, pondering for a moment. How and why, was what she would like to know. As in, “How on earth were most of the once living people on this planet now zombies?” and “Why did they become zombies anyway?” Delta shook her head. Right now, knowledge was a luxury that she couldn’t afford. But god, what she would give to know…

Delta brushed a strand of dyed red hair out of her eyes and nodded to the both of the guys, showing her ID to both of them. Hopefully they wouldn’t shun her too much… hopefully. It would be best if they knew what they were getting into, right?

 

[Zachary]

Zachary waved to both of the people behind Jake as he read the girl’s ID card which she kindly held up for him to read. Apparently her name was Delta and she was mute, no problem, he liked to help people out. He walked past Jake and held each of his hands out to the two people in the room for a handshake or a hug; it really didn’t matter to him for he had some company to kill time with.

“Zachary Ira, I got a safe room you guys are welcome to come live at for now, but before I take you there, can I stop and get supplies first?”

 

[Rex]

Nick stared at the man before him, with both arms outstretched as if he wanted a hug or something. His name was Zachary Ira, the resident loudmouth. Nick really couldn't think of what to say to the man that wouldn't make him sound like an absolute ass. He didn't leave his seat though, just staring at the man through his goggles.

"Nicholas Anderson, Nick for short," he sighed, "I hope you remembered to close the gate behind you when you got in here, the four of us together will attract Zombies really fast."

 

[Tailon]

The young woman held up an ID card, which Jake examined quickly, learning her name was Delta and that she was a mute. Jake straightened up and said, “A mute huh, well, I suppose this is as good a time as any to learn sign language. Silent communication is always best against the walking dead.”
The man who had been in the barracks first introduced himself as Nicholas, Nick for short, then asked if the other man, Zachary apparently, who had reiterated his offer, had closed the gate.
Jake thought for a moment, then said, “How exactly do you plan to get us out of here Mr. Ira? Do you have a vehicle large enough for the four of us, or do you plan for us to walk however far your safehouse is? And a supply run is always a good plan.”

 

[Aura]

The new guy/loudmouth/insane person or whatever you want to call him read her card, then held his arms out, as if hoping for a hug. A little puzzled and slightly shocked, Delta accepted it. He must be really friendly.

“Zachary Ira,” He announced to them. “I got a safe room you guys are welcome to come live at for now, but before I take you there, can I stop and get supplies first?”

A safe house/room/shed whatever sounded like a good idea to Delta, even more so if they were going to go find some supplies beforehand. From memory, she didn’t have that many bullets left. And unless you were planning on hitting your opponents over the head with a bit of steel, a gun was completely useless without bullets. Or against zombies it would be anyway. They wouldn’t just stop out of fear if you pointed a gun at them.

“A mute huh, well, I suppose this is as good a time as any to learn sign language. Silent communication is always best against the walking dead.” Said the other guy, whom still hadn’t introduced himself to them. Nice. At least he felt like learning sign, but at the moment probably wasn’t the best time to teach someone how to “speak” it. Nor was she the best person to teach it.

"Nicholas Anderson,” The guy on the bed sighed. “Nick for short. I hope you remembered to close the gate behind you when you got in here, the four of us together will attract Zombies really fast."

Delta slapped her hand to her forehead – a face palm for anyone who didn’t recognise it. She’d left the gate open. In her jacket pocket, her hand gripped her gun again and her eyes flicked to the door, half expecting them to walk in at any second. After Zachary had come screaming in here, they’d probably be heading this way and because she’d left the gate open… She felt very, very guilty. Opps.

“How exactly do you plan to get us out of here Mr. Ira? Do you have a vehicle large enough for the four of us, or do you plan for us to walk however far your safe house is? And a supply run is always a good plan.” Unnamed said.

Oh yes, hear hear! Delta thought. Okay, he probably would have something big enough for all of them to fit in – most cars had at least five seats – provided it wasn’t a bike of some sort. Still, she had a feeling that it would be a car. Cars were useful. You had a shield, and you could run any nearby zombies over and send them back to hell. Zach – he didn’t mind her calling him that did he? Oh whatever, not that he’d actually hear her call him that – seemed like the kind of type who’d want to do that.

 

[Zachary]

Zacky stared at Nick, his jaw was on the floor and stared at Nick with a dumbfounded look, the gate was open when he came in. He shrugged and brushed it off, it wasn’t a big deal for he could just clear a path towards his Trail Blazer and let the others follow him.

““How exactly do you plan to get us out of here Mr. Ira? Do you have a vehicle large enough for the four of us, or do you plan for us to walk however far your safehouse is? And a supply run is always a good plan.” Said the man named Jake, who was standing next to Nick. Zacky gave a wild grin and gave a playful punch to Jake.

“I have a Trail Blazer out front and my house is a mile away but yeah, I only have enough food for myself for a year and Nick over here looks like he can eat a lot.” He joked, shoving his thumb at Nick’s direction.

“There’s a Wal-Mart down the way, we can go there, get supplies and clothes if you want. I’ll take care of any zombies if you want.” Zacky offered to the three as a sign of friendship and lookout for the well-beings for each of them.

 

[Rex]

The Loudmouth had called him fat. Nick looked down at himself, running his hand over his gut. Surely his heavy clothes didn't make him look fat! He was a pretty thin guy, especially since he had to ration food since the viral outbreak. Though the man couldn't see it through his ski goggles, Nick glared at him.

"Hey! I'll have you know that I've been rationing myself for months now," Nick replied, "besides, I've always been a thin guy, don't eat much."

The last part was a bit of a lie, Nick's metabolism was still a bit fast from when he was a child. He commonly could put away a few more pounds of food a week then most people without gaining any weight. Though, he had been rationing himself since the zombie outbreak, especially now, when food was very scarce.

With a sigh, Nick stood off the bed, pulling his AWM off his back and making sure it was loaded. He then flicked the safety of his FN back on and stuffed it back in his pocket. Finally, he zipped his backpack closed, and threw it on again, walking towards the door. He held his sniper rifle at the ready, and peaked out the door, looking both ways. He didn't see any zombies, not yet at least. Looking back into the room, he motioned for the three of them to hurry.

"If we're going to go, let's go now, before the Zombies manage to trudge all the way over here and press us in!"

 

[Tailon]

Jake coughed slightly, then flicked on his pistol’s safety and holstered it, picking up his backpack and placing it over his shoulder. “Wal-Mart it is then. I could use some new clothing anyway, been wearing the same thing since this insanity started.” The young man stepped outside and picked up his heavy coat again, dropping his backpack so he could pull it on as he walked back toward the room, getting one arm into a sleeve to carry the pack, only to run into the door frame with a fairly loud smack when the second sleeve blocked his view.

Jake stumbled back, forced his arm into the offending sleeve, then stepped inside the room rubbing his forehead and turned toward Delta saying, “And you Miss… Delta was it? Will you be coming along? I don’t think this place will be very good shelter anymore.”

 

[Aura]

(Sorry guys, been away for almost two weeks now…)

“I have a Trail Blazer out front and my house is a mile away but yeah, I only have enough food for myself for a year and Nick over here looks like he can eat a lot.” Zach indicated to Nick, and Delta grinned. It was true; he looked huge in that jacket… Nick didn’t find it that funny though, ‘cause he started to complain.

"Hey! I'll have you know that I've been rationing myself for months now.” He said, sounding slightly wingy. "Besides, I've always been a thin guy, don't eat much."

“There’s a Wal-Mart down the way,” Zach continued. “We can go there, get supplies and clothes if you want. I’ll take care of any zombies if you want.”

Oh huh. That was nice of him. She could take care of the zombies by herself but another person watching your back would be very much appreciated. Even the most anti social person would probably accept that in these circumstances.

Nick pulled himself off the bed, checking to see that he had enough bullets in the firearm he’d just pulled off his back and zipped up his backpack before putting it on his back and heading to the door. He peeked out of it, sniper at the ready. After that, he motioned to all three of them, for them to hurry.

"If we're going to go, let's go now, before the Zombies manage to trudge all the way over here and press us in!" He pressed.

Jake seemed to be in the same mind, holding a pistol in his hand. “Wal-Mart it is then. I could use some new clothing anyway, been wearing the same thing since this insanity started.”

All three of them made for the door, and Delta let them. They were all bigger than her, and she didn’t really want to get in their way when they were going through such a small space… There was a loud bang. Jake’s arm had smacked into the door frame. He stumbled back a bit, then turned to face Delta.

“And you Miss… Delta was it? Will you be coming along? I don’t think this place will be very good shelter anymore.” He asked her, rubbing his forehead.

Delta nodded to him, and motioned for him to proceed through the door. As he did, she pulled out the little gun in her pocket and held it at the ready, in case there were some more visitors to Fort Hamilton. Visitors whom would not be as welcome as Delta was.

 

[Zachary]

“Well then, allony-s!” Zacky said nonchalantly as he walked out of the room in a slow walk. He always had a snail like gait but he really didn’t care. The building started to get colder as the front door was left open, snow started to gently float into the building as he walked out.

“Oh maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan. I can’t wait until I kill some brain dawgs!” Zacky said in a giddy voice, jumping up and down. He continued walking towards his car, his boots leaving deep impressions into the fallen frozen tears of the angels of this forsaken world. Zacky stopped at the driver’s side of the door, a lone Zombie was barely making his way towards him. The stench of the decaying flesh wafted into his nostrils, causing him to wrinkle his nose in disgust. The Zombie’s clothing was flapping in the wind due to prolong exposure from the elements.

“Well, you’ll curb my boredom.” He muttered to the formally alive person. Zacky walked up and unslung his shotgun, placing it to the zombies temple. He pulled the trigger and a round of buckshot sprayed forward, splattering the side of his car in blood, bone fragments and other nasty goo. Zacky then carelessly opened his car door and hopped inside, he threw his gun in the backseat and honked the horn for them to hurry up before more of them after them.

 

[Rex]

The loudmouth, Zacky, left first. Nick held back for a moment, allowing the man to make sure everything was alright. For such a loud month, the man spent little energy on forward movement. It was probably why he shouted so much, all that pent up energy. After a while, a shot rang out. Moments later, a car horn blared.

Nodding to the two still in the room, Nick dashed out. The cold air started blasting him the second he neared the door. He stepped out into the snow, quickly scanned for zombies, and dashed towards the car. He pulled open a back door, sniped a few of the incoming zombies, then ducked in, slamming the door behind him.

"Nice car," he sighed.

 

[Tailon]

The other two men left before Jake, first Zacky, then Nick, leaving him alone with Delta. “Right then,” he said, removing his heavier coat again as he realized he wouldn’t need it, and stepping over to grab his pack and force the article of clothing into it. The young man unslung his rifle and put on his pack, then turned to Delta “ I think we should move out before they find this building and start overrunning us. I’ll give you some cover fire as we move toward the van.”

Jake walked out first, making his way toward the van, picking off a single zombie that got a bit too close, until he had trudged all the way to the van through the snow. He then turned, cocked his rifle, and took down the few zombies that might impede Delta’s progress, before jumping into the back seat and slamming the door shut.
“Nice ride,” Jake commented as he struggled to remove his pack, finally tossing it into the back of the car, and sitting down, placing his rifle under the seat.

 

[Aura]

Zachy headed out of the door first, moving slowly and shouting something that sounded like nonsense to Delta’s ears. She could hear him talking to himself as he sauntered down the hallway, outside. It sounded like he really wanted to rip some zombies to shreds. Nice… was it the best idea to be accepting help from someone who would probably want to run into zombies?

The remaining three of them paused for a moment, looking at each other. Delta averted her gaze downwards. This was… weird…

Then there came the sound of a gun shot, and Delta froze. A gun could only mean one thing – while she was rather uncertain about Zachy, she was sure that he wouldn’t shoot a human being that was still 100% human. Seconds later, a car horn blared. He probably wanted them to hurry up.

Nick, the one who always seemed to be sighing, nodded to her and Jake before dashing out the door. For a moment, all they could hear was the sound of Nick’s footsteps then… a few more gunshots. More of the walking dead. Great… But there was still one question to answer… No wait she’d already answered the one about whether she was going with them with someone who wanted to run into zombies: Screw it and go anyway. The guy had a car. Case closed.

Delta made a movement towards the door, pulling her small handgun out in front of her, but Jake spoke first. It was only polite that she wait for him to finish speaking… most zombies she’d encountered were slow. Most.

Right then,” Jake said matter-of-factly, while mucking around with that huge trench coat of his and a rifle. “I think we should move out before they find this building and start overrunning us. I’ll give you some cover fire as we move toward the van.”

Delta, in the process of swallowing at the thought of the zombie that was faster than she was, choked on the saliva. Wait, what did he just say?

Jake walked out, leaving a completely bewildered Delta to follow in his wake. Why had he just… did he think she was incapable? How could that be possible? She was alive, she was surviving right? Right? Surviving in a zombie infested world was no easy feat, so he had to be aware that she would have to be good with weapons, smart, lucky or some combination of the three? Yes, he had to have the brains to be able to realise that. So… was it because she was small? Yes, that might have something to do with it. She’d often been underestimated because of her size… Or was this just annoying gender bias again?

Another gun shot brought Delta out of her state of shock of being… escorted… She stood on the door of the fort, Zachy and the other boys waiting in the van. Jake had just darted in. She lifted her gun up and aimed, using her incredibly good eyesight to her advantage, shooting a zombie right in one of it’s eyes, on a slight upwards angle too, so the bullet would penetrate the brain. With easy, she leapt forwards and then spun, catching another undead person in the throat. Both zombies toppled over with a low moan. She darted over to the van and flung open the door, ready to leap in. Out of impulse, she glanced over her shoulder. Her face went pale.

Many more zombies were slowly advancing through the gate that Delta had originally left open. Their eyes were rolling, their feet marching slowly, the walk of the invincible.

Oh my god.

She leapt into the van and slammed the door, one hand clicking her seat belt in, the other pointing towards the incoming zombies. Safely in, she wound down the window enough for her to point her gun out of the top so she could shoot at any incoming zombies. All the while, her gut clenched horribly. She’d left the gate open.

(OOC: Hehe that was fun to write. Hope I'm not intruding on any plot I didn't see by making more zombies appear, but then I think that's where we were heading anyway. And where's the fun in making an escape without any pressure?)

 

[Zachary]

“Thanks.” Zachary replied as he rested his head against his fist that balanced on the doorframe of the car as he waited for Delta and company to get situated in the car. He started the car, loud death metal music started to blare as he put the car into reverse and backed up, not even looking behind him to see where he was going. The car rocked over “bumps” or Zombies he happened to run over as he slammed the car around and put it in drive, the sound of the dead being crunched and groaning made Zachary smile on the inside as he looked at the gore he created in his rearview mirror.

Zachary sped down the road, making sure to hit the zombies walking around with his car.

“So uh, I’ll take care of them zombies when we get there. I’ll create a distraction and lead them away, don’t worry about me when I do it.” He said humorously to the occupants of his car as he ran over a zombifed fat lady.

 

[Tailon]

Death metal blared as Zacky started the Trailblazer, and Jake silently nodded his approval for a moment as he secured his seatbelt before he saw Delta pointing frantically out of the nearest window. The young man turned to look, and saw a good sized horde coming their way up the road. Zacky didn’t seem to mind damage to his van however, and backed up over several zombie skulls before heading the right way down the road, deliberately running over anything in his path.

Jake watched the gore spring up as Zacky said “So uh, I’ll take care of them zombies when we get there. I’ll create a distraction and lead them away, don’t worry about me when I do it.”
“It is a Walmart you know, I’m sure you’ll have plenty to work on,” Jake laughed a bit at the thought of very large, poorly dressed zombies, and realized he hadn’t laughed at all in at least a week or two, “Anyway, As long as I can get into some new clothes, I’m fine with any plan that takes us to a store, really.”

OoC: Short, shitty post is short and shitty.

 

[Rex]

The second the car started, overly loud metal started to blare out of the speakers. How in hell did this man still have ear drums? He offered to draw zombies away while they picked up supplies at a Wal-Mart, while making sure to run over every zombie he could.

"Hey dumbass, how do we even know Wal-Mart would still have supplies at all?" Nick questioned, "It's a supermarket, I'd imagine people would go their first, and clean out anything they could. The place sounds like a giant death trap, one that I've been avoiding since this whole mess really got into swing."

 

[Aura]

Delta looked down the barrel of her gun, shutting one eye for better accuracy. As fast as she could, she aimed right at a zombie’s temple and shot. The creature dropped like a stone. Three more followed in the fashion before death metal started blaring from the car stereo. She flinched. She didn’t mind the music but god it was loud! This had to be Zacky’s work.

The car screeched into reverse, bumping each time a zombie was pounded to nothing but a mass of blood, bones and tissue underneath the car. Seeing that Zacky would probably do a very good job of destroying the herd of zombies with the car, Delta withdrew her gun and wound up the window, almost dropping it as the car went over a particularly fat zombie. She glanced backwards and watched the huge spray of blood coming out of the back of the car for a moment, before turning her attention back to the front. Zachy seemed to be taking care to run over any zombies he saw. Delta hid a smile. It would seem that he would be the only person in this group to think that this strange occurrence was a gift, not a curse.

“So uh, I’ll take care of them zombies when we get there. I’ll create a distraction and lead them away, don’t worry about me when I do it.” Zachy said, running over a fat lady.

The resulting bump from the zombie nearly threw Delta out of her seat. Thank god for seatbelts.

“It is a Walmart you know, I’m sure you’ll have plenty to work on,” Jake said, laughing. “Anyway, As long as I can get into some new clothes, I’m fine with any plan that takes us to a store, really.”

“Hey dumbass, how do we even know Wal-Mart would still have supplies at all?” Nick asked, dumbass clearly being the name he’d given to Zachy. “It’s a supermarket, I’d imagine people would go there first, and clean out anything they could. The place sounds like a giant death trap, one that I’ve been avoiding since this whole mess really got into swing.”

Delta frowned. He was right. Would a supermarket be a massive death trap? But then, if what he’d said about it being cleared out earlier, that would reduce the risk a bit of running into zombies. They didn’t need food that supermarkets provided; they would have headed off somewhere else in search off food rather than hang around after all the food was gone. But then, was all the food gone? A few could still be hanging around, waiting for any humans who might sneak in. But if the food was all gone, then what was the point of going there in the first place?

Still, it would be stupid not to check it out in the first place. Nobody could survive forever on nothing.

 

[Zachary]

Zachary had to laugh at Nick, he called him a dumbass! He hasn’t been called one in a long time but Nick did bring up a good point but Zachary had a retort back to it.

“Before the infection reached New York City, the employee’s of Wal-mart, including myself, barricaded the store so batshit insane dumbasses wouldn’t come in and just raid the place. Y’know we did it so when the military came and helped, we could still make a profit off the items. Load of good that did, as we held off the humans off from raiding the store, we attracted Zombies. They- OH MY GOD, SHE HAS A BLUE BAG” Zacky explained then screamed out loud as he swerved to hit a Zombified teenage girl with a blue bag.

He sped the car up, reaching over 80 and slammed into the zombie, the zombie groaned as it was flung over the car and landed in to the soft snow with a loud disturbing crunch. Blood began to seep into the snow, staining it a deep crimson color as Zacky drove away.

“FUCK YEAH 50 POINTS!! Anyways back to what I was saying, we weren’t really smart about it and we made some bad decisions. Over the week, we were overrun by Zombies and most of my co-workers got eaten or turned. Except for me and a couple others, no survivors. Everything in there should be there, pretty sure all the perishable food is y’know, perished but everything else should be fine like toys and clothes.” Zacky explained as he ran over a half naked stripper Zombie.

“Fuck yeah! 20 points!”

 

[Rex]

"It's been three months without power, we'll be lucky if anything more then canned goods survived," Nick pointed out, "As for non-food items, who knows, we might get lucky. We don't know if your store has been picked apart by any other survivors yet, but I suppose we'll soon find out. I still think this is a stupid idea."

The teen decided not to reply to the man turning the drive into a game. They were pushing ninety miles per hour or so on a snow covered highway, with the dumbass driver making it his personal mission to run into every zombie he saw. At this rate, they'd be luck if they even made it to the supermarket. Nick simply reloaded his rifle, taking care not to jab Jake in the face with it. Afterward, he stared out the window, watching the city and the gore fly by. If this guy got them into a crash and both of them managed to survive, Nick would put a bullet between the dumbass' eyes.