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i type fast.it;s just a thing i do.

cloverfield,i know what that is.

run it's godzilla(Or some other big ass creature destrying New York)

i hate goddam essays.i'll post another sedtion of the story at the weekend i just have to finish this history essay about the american civil war.interesting,if you're american.Nah it's alright really.

((Well, I've been gone for a while. I see people typing Epilogues, so I'mma do mine.)

Following Hurok's wishes, Duran had Hurok cremated alive. As Hurok sat in the burning hell-chamber, knowing his true end was near, he couldn't help but smile. "If I have proved one thing to myself. ." He thought. ". . It's that God exists." Hurok looked over at his arms, he could see his bones now. "God brought me life, and dropped me in Deadlock. He got me out of hell. He put me back in hell, and I didn't survive round two." Hurok looked down to his legs, puddles now. "God said to me, "You're not done.", and made me alive." Hurok felt the heat now. He was well aware of the pain he was being caused. He kept his pain in. "I saved the world." Hurok lost his vision, as his eye finally caved to the flames. "I saved humanity." The heat now reached his brain, the pain left. "I saved the brothers Volkeff." Hurok thought, as the pain left his body. The pain that had a grip of Hurok for all these years was gone. He smiled as he died; Once and for all.

Three years after, Duran had a child. His wife died while birthing the new Volkeff. Duran named him after brother Hurok. "When death stares you in the face," Duran said, looking at his son. ". . laugh. Say you are Hurok Volkeff, and laugh." Duran smiled, a tear running down his cheek. His son smiled, and giggled. "If only your uncle could see you." Duran up. "And this." Duran raised his middle finger to the sky, laughing.

((And, I also guess we are starting up the new chapter thingy, so heres this:

NG account: Slapdamonkeyaz
Age: 17, (I think. .)
Character Name: Kirk Dodge
Character age: 26
Area: The park
Weapons: Pocket Knife, Heavy stone.
Appearance: 6'2". White shirt and blue jeans and brown boots. Brown hair, green eyes. Missing his left thumb.
Breif Bio: Was walking his younger brother(Fred, 15) to school when shit hit the fan. His left thumb was deformed at birth and was removed by doctors. Diagnosed with Antisocial personality disorder at 18 and will only talk with his siblings (Emily, 18 and Andy, 28 and Fred, mentioned above.)

((So, I'm ready.))

I saw that a new chapter is starting? So i thought I'd join from the beginning this time. I can say right now that i may not be able to contribute super consistantly, but I'll definitely try. If that's a problem, then i understand. If not though, if somebody could just tell me where the new chapter is starting and any other important info that would be great. Another little side note, i kinda started my character off in the same place as slapdamonkeyaz so there's already a meeting of two characters. i thought it'd be good, but i can change it if you want. but anyways, here we go!

NG Account: TKC
Age: 15
Character Name: McKenzie Hill
Character age: 17
Area: The park
Weapons: 4 ft Metal pole taken out of the ground
Appearance: 6 ft, blue and black striped sweater, dark jeans, white/black/yellow vans slipons. longish brown hair, blue eyes, light skin.
Brief Bio: Was walking from school to his friend's house to have band bractice. Since he was on his way to band practice he had his guitar with him, in a backpack case. The day seemed normal, but quickly turned for the worse. He's always been pretty quiet.

((I feel I should point out that lately my truck has been the only vehicle at the RV park. In fact, nobody else has been in the RV park for quite a while. It's just been me and my two younger siblings (this is all related to the story) in that 7-year-old Kenworth truck, which, by the way, hasn't been washed in a few months. Anyways, so far my character hasn't met anyone else's yet, but I have an idea for that. Maybe someone could be out for a drive, when they pass by the RV park, spot my truck, and notice that it's the only vehicle there (at the RV park). They don't know if anyone's in the truck, so they decide to check it out. That's the only thing I could come up with, but it could still work out.... somehow. So until something happens, I probably won't post anything for my actual part of the story.))

((Free-time.))

Kirk walked on the left side of his brother Fred, walking with him to his school. Keeping his eyes down and hands in his pockets, he looked around the park. It was usually full of people. Some brought their dogs and others their children who were to young for school. "Kirk. . ." Fred tugged on Kirks arm, getting his attention. "Hmm?" Kirk responded, loudly now that he noticed no-one else. "Who's that?" Fred pointed to a man blocking their path. Kirk stopped Fred, and looked up. The man stood with his legs spread, and arms to his sides; Head tilted to the right. Kirk pulled his hand from his right pocket, getting his knife out. "Kirk. . he's bleeding. . !" Fred said, running toward the man. Kirk followed, slowly.

Fred stood before the man. The man lunged toward Fred, screaming a spine-shivering yowl. Kirk quickly ran, and tackled down the man before he could get a hand on Fred. Kirk took his knife and stabbed the man in the chest. The man continued screaming, as if no pain was brought to him.
Kirk stabbed again, and again until the man broke free of his grip. The man clamped his jaw at Kirk, and lunged. Kirk sidestepped and picked up a rock from the ground; A heavy one at that. The man fell flat on his stomach, and quickly tried to get back up for another lunge toward Fred. Kirk raised the rock far above his head and with all his weight((195. I shoulda put that.)) brought it down on the mans head; Shattering it. Blood covered the rock, the ground, and Kirks once-clean shirt. "Com'on." Kirk grabbed Freds arm and began running with him. "We're going home." Kirk and Fred exited the park, as others like the man investigated their dead brothern.

Kirk flung open the door to thier home, and quickly locked it back up. "Who's here?" Andy voice rang, as he came toward Kirk and Fred from the kitchen. He stopped, and stared at Kirk. His eyes traveled downward, on to his shirt. "Kirk. . ." Andy said. "It's not what it looks like. ." Kirk said quietly, removing his shirt. "Kirk, the fuck did you do?" Andy asked, throwing Kirk a shirt from a basket nearby. "Someone attacked me and Fred. . I did what I had to." Kirk said, still quiet. "Fred?" Andy asked, looking over at his youngest brother. "It's true! The man tried to bite Kirk!" Fred explained, removing his backpack. "'Bite Kirk'? What did the guy look like?" Andy asked the two of them. "He was bloodied." Kirk said, as he entered his room to grab something. "Yeah, and he his eyes were dull." Fred explained, as the door was pounded upon. Andy looked through the peephole.

"You too!?" Andy said, it was Emily at the door and her pants were covered in blood this time. "This isn't isolated." Kirk walked from his room, a gun in hand. "Give me that!" Andy took the gun from Kirk, and put it on the counter. "Fred, turn on the T.V.. Emily, go change. Kirk, go into the basement and grabbed my old box. The one from the army." Andy said, becoming Ring-Leader. They all did as they were asked. Kirk turned the lights on in the basement and looked around. Boxes of old clothes, toys, broken electronics, and whatever else littered the basement. Kirk found the box Andy talked about, and carried it upstairs.

"Shit, oh holy shit." Kirk heard Andy said. Kirk put down the box on a couch nearby. "Schools are shut down." Fred said. "Emily, get in here." Andy yelled. Emily left her room pant less. "Aww, aww damnit Emily." Andy,Fred, and Kirk said, almost in unison. "What?" She asked. "Thong!" Andy yelled, pointing. "Shut up, what do you need?" Emily asked, arms crossed. "The person who attacked you, what did he or she look like?" Andy asked. "His eyes were glazed over, and he had blood on him." She said. "Same as you." Andy said, pointing to Kirk and Fred. Andy spotted his box. "Oh, alright." Andy head toward his box, and pulled the lid off it. "I don't know whats going on. ." Andy said, as he pulled ammo from the box. "I know it's not good. ." Andy pulled out his old uniform. "I know that when someone fucks with my family. ." Andy pulled out a M16, and placed it on the couch. ". . I'll fuck them right back." Andy put in a new magazine, and slung the weapon over his shoulder.

((There we go, that should be a good opening for me.))

i finished my essay in record time.Yippee for me,the weekend is now free.

the man grabbed Rich's collar and pulled him close,his blood stained rich's clothes.

:i'm done for,you have to go.it won't be long now.

rich:what won't be long?,and don't talk negative,you'll be fine.

the man started to cough up blood,Rich tried to help as much as possible.it was to late,the man was gone.his body lay over the desk.He did not want to have to explain this to the boss.Rich turned his back and took his glasses off,he slowly cleaned them.Another moan was heard,it was very close behind him.

quickly he turned back,the man,he stood up but said nothing.his face had no expression,his eyes white and his jaw slack.The man's arms just hanged to the side,he felt no pain.

Rich:Are you ok?

The man just moaned.

Rich:you need to sit down,you've lost to much blood to be walking around.

Again he moaned and approached Rich.

rich:C'mon buddy,you need to sit down.

Rich started to reach out for the man but instead the man dashed for rich knocking him to his feet right beside the doors.

Rich:Get off,what is your problem?

The mans mouth dripped blood as he tried to what can only be called as bite rich.
there was a lud bang and the crash of glass as all Rich could see was the splatter of dark red blood and and the man fly backwards.a hand grabbed rich and pulled him to his feet.a man stared at him,ex army by the looks of it.a shotgun rested in his right hand with a smoking barrel.

:We need to go,now.

rich:you just killed him,why?

:He was already dead,he would have killed you if i didn't do something.now lets go,it's started.

the man opend the door and stepped into the outside world.innocent people started to run for their lives.where ever rich looked,something different was happening.the man that saved Rich looked left and was quicky thrwon to the ground.the shotgun flew from his hands and fired when it impacted into the ground.the stray shell hit a poor woman running helplessly down the chaotic road.

:Help me dammit,help.

The man was tackling for his life.a woman lay on top of him trying to bite him insanely.blood stained her clothing and chunks from her leg were missing.

rich:Tell me what to do.

:Grab the shotgun,shoot her quickly.

Rich grabbed the shotgun but it was to late,the woman had already bitten Rich's saviour's neck.He bled to death quickly.The woman screamed and looked at rich.rich pointed the gun and closed his eyes,he fired.

rich had only ever used a gun once and that was when he applied for the army,but his sight was what let him down.targets were blurred,he could not shoot straight.He was useless to the forces and was forced to settle with the job as librarian.

the shotgun released the shell.rich slowly opened his eyes.the woman lay on the ground,her chest peppered with the shell.Slowly rich discarded the empty case.The woman stood up and charged at rich who was caught off guard.the two fell to the ground,rich kicked the woman off him and fired again and again until the woman moved no more.

Ric stood there as the screams of those around him echoed from the incident they had just seen,or so rich thought.

Mason gasped as he looked around,he didn't feel any guilt of what he had done.it somehow felt right,like he did someone a favour.He walked over to the body of the man who had saved him.the eyes suddenly opened and the man rose to his feet.rich cocked the shotgun and fired.

The gun did nothing it had ran dry and it seemed rich's luck had as well.the man slowly limped forward and reached out for rich,he just stood there forzen as the bloody hands approached his neck..........

"Fred, you stay here with Emily." Andy said, as he exited his room in full uniform. "Emily, use this handgun if need. Let no-one in and out except us." Andy pointed to himself and Kirk, who held a handgun as well. "Kirk, we need to find a more sturdy hiding place and food. To my car." Andy unlocked the door, and stepped out into the now chaotic city. "Emily, lock this." Andy said, as Kirk left the house. Emily did as she was told. Andy checked the door, and walked toward his roof-less Jeep. "Kirk, you drive. Listen to every word that leaves my lips. Head toward Emi's school." Andy sat in the passenger seat, and rolled his window down. Kirk started the Jeep and drove.

"What is going on. ." Kirk asked, as Andy pulled a container of cigarettes from the floor of his jeep. "I don't know, Kirk. Could be the Rapture, could be Zombies, could be some wild un-explainable thing. I really don't know." Andy said, throwing the container out the window. "Should we really have left Emily and Fre-" "I know what I'm doing Kirk. Emily is a tough woman, she can do it." Andy cut off Kirk, as he found a flashlight. "By nightfall, this city is going to be hell. We need to find a more sturdy place to stay, and maybe find others." Andy said. "O-others?" Kirk asked. "I know you've got that Anti-social thing, but there is power in numbers." Andy explained. "If you thi-think so." Kirk stuttered, continuing driving.

At 1/18/08 10:48 AM, Misumena wrote: The gun did nothing it had ran dry and it seemed rich's luck had as well.the man slowly limped forward and reached out for rich,he just stood there forzen as the bloody hands approached his neck..........

After driving about two or three miles, something caught the eye of Kirk. "Oh shit. ." Kirk pointed toward a man, frozen as a bloodied man reached toward him. "Stop the jeep!" Andy said, as he stood up in the jeep. "Duck!" Andy yelled to the man, his M16 raised and aimed toward the attacking man. Kirk watched Andy, determined to save this persons life. "Andy!" Kirk half-yelled, now pointing forward. "DUCK!" Andy screamed louder, ready to fire to kill the both of them.

rich heard the shouts of the man in the Jeep.instinct kicked in and Rich dived to the ground protecting his head.Seconds later a burst of gunfire hit Rich's savior.The body fell and did not rise again.Rich was yet again splattered with more blood.it was not the first time in his life that blod stained his clothing and skin,but today it just felt worse.rich picked up his glasses,one of the lenses were cracked but at least he could still see out of them.

quickly Rich ran to the jeep,he knew for sure that these two were alive and that was a good enough reason to approach them.Rich dropped the shotgun,it was useless now.one of the men spoke.

andy:Quick get in the back.

Rich:thanks guys.Thats the second time i've been saved in five minutes.what the hell's going on?

Andy:We don't know yet,all we know is that they aint alive.

Rich:what happens now then?

Andy:we find shelter and more lives to save.the names Andy by the way.

Rich:i'm rich,i'm a ........librarian

Andy:not any more you're not,you're a survivor.this is kirk by the way.don't expect any pleasantries from him,he only talks to family.

Rich:i'm just glad you guys saved me.i might actually see the end of this day.

The jeep carrying the three men rushed down the street plowing into any that passed in it's way.

"Kirk. ." Andy leaned close to Kirks head, whispering. "I need you to hit dads old store for me, he left some hidden weapons in there incase we ever needed money. I think we need the weapons more than the money." Andy explained, as Kirk swerved out of the way of a parked car. "Okay. ." Kirk whispered, barly audible over the jeeps old, worn engine. Andy stood up in the jeep, surveying the area. He whistled. "Shit is fucked up, huh?" Andy directed the question to Rich. "I was going to see my gi-. . . oh fuck." Andy stopped himself. "Kirk, go back home. Now!" Andy shouted, and Kirk pulled a quick U-turn and started driving back towards home. Andy muttered "Oh shit" over and over again, his gun raised still as he stood. "Rich, hold on tight. Shits gonna hit the fan to the equivalent of a African Elephant taking a huge dump on a pocket fan." Andy said, as Kirk started taking shortcuts down alleys and side-streets.

Kirk, reaching the end of alley, slowed down. "What the-" Andy turned to look to his right. A small white car T-bone'd the Jeep, sending Andy airborne and Kirk into the hard, steel door of the jeep. "Get out!" Kirk yelled, as he opened up Richs door and then his, and ran after Andy. Andy got up on his own power. "Follow us, Rich!" Andy said, as he bolted down the street toward his house, that was a mile away.

Ian: We should try to expand from this Dojo. We might be better off since this place is so small and has no second floor. Maybe to the abandoned factory?

Dante:that sounds like a good idea but how we going to get there without getting attacked once we walk out the door?

Ian:*takes out katana* we fight thats how.
sound good to you?

dante:Ok lets move.

((Lol Misu' I thought you had killed me off at firsty but I'm not wearing military garb' so I figured it wasn't me, although I was going to run in there to save you soon.))

Jak wasn't even close as he made it to the next street where the FBI car had long since made it's way from his position, instead of trying to figured out which way the vehicle may have travel Jak simply turned right and headed to the main shopping district, hopefully someone would tell him what was happening.

Jak had only traveled a few blocks when a Jeep was slashed after comeing out of an allyway. The 3 guys jumped out and started rushing away, the other car sat there until a bloody body smashed up on the glass, bashing it's face repeatedly, trying to brake free and attack Jak, he thought of shooting it but he really needed help.

Jak: Hey wait up!

Jak treked after them, one had a M16 by the looks of it and was abviously military, very good rescource. As Jak made it to them, who were still running, he gasped.

Jak: What...the hell... is going on?

The person turned to him, seemingly unphased by the running.

Person: Just keep up, I'll tell you what I know when we get there.

Jak: Get where?

But the guy he was talking to just kept running, not knowing where they were going, Jak just tried to keep up, pumping his legs as hard as he could. "I'm out of shape." he thought.

((Ok, I can see that my idea won't fit with what's going on, so I'll just continue my part.))

The trio had only been asleep for about an hour, when a loud thud woke them up.

Ray Ray: *yawns* Damn. How long have we been out?
Big D: *looks at his watch* At least an hour.... *looks again* What the fuck? Just an hour? Damn!
June: Hey, what's going on guys?

D was about to answer when he heard a second thud.

D: What the hell was that?
June: I don't know. Sounds like someone's hitting the truck with something.
D: I'll check it out.

As he headed to the front of the cab, the passenger side window was suddenly smashed in. D noticed a pale-looking hand reaching inside the truck. When he got a little closer, it grabbed him by the shirt.

D: Aah! Shit! Ray Ray, get me my gun!
Ray Ray: *runs over with D's Desert Eagle* This the one ya wanted?
D: Damnit, just give me the damn gun!

Ray Ray quickly handed the gun to his older brother. D took the gun and shot the hand that held him until it let him go. He looked out the broken window and got a better look at what had tried to pull him through that window just a few seconds before.

D: Holy shit! Is that what I think it is?
June: What? What is it?
D: This is gonna sound weird, but I think that thing is a fucking zombie!
Ray Ray: Dude! Seriously? Lemme see! *moves toward the window and looks out* Oh shit! That is a zombie!
June: Um, guys? Guys? HEY!
D and Ray Ray: What?
June: Don't look now, but there are more of those things coming this way!
D: Fuck! Ok, buckle up. We're getting the hell outta here!
Ray Ray: Ok, and where the hell are we gonna go?
D: I don't know! Just shut up and hold on!

D started the truck up, put it in gear, and drove out of the RV park. Less than three minutes had gone by when they passed by what looked like a wrecked Jeep. Just down the road, D saw several of those nasty-looking undead things moving slowly down the middle of the street. As if it would do any good, he started blasting the truck's air horn, running over any zombies that were in his way.

D: Outta the way, motherfuckers! Big D is comin' through!

((Just a quick note: My character is so busy running over these things, he doesn't even notice the group of people (the three from the Jeep, Jak, and whoever else I missed) running just a few hundred feet up the road from where he is. He should be close enough for you guys to hear the air horn though.))

*our heros are crossing the street filled with zeds*

Ian:*slices a zed's head off*
Damn these things are strong
We have to keep pushing though.

Dante;yea.
*slices a zed across the chest*
If we dont stop moving they will overwelm us.

Erik: *stabs a zed in the heart*
These thing just wont stop comin its like they want to die.
if we speed up we are finished so RUN!

All: *run into the factory and lock the door.

Ian:guys lets start to barracade the doors so they cant get in.
this place has 4 floors i think.

Dante: ok erik me and you will barracade the doors while Ian searches this place to see if there are any weapons and supplies.
sound good everyone?

Ian And Erik:sounds good to me

im just goin to put my partners items here ok?

Name:Dante
Age:18
Weapons:katana m16 and colt45
Bio:been a friend with ian since they were in 2nd grade. they have been real good friends with some feuds.he was a lower class in vegas. when came back here he didnt expect zeds to be swarming because he researched the other attacks.

Name:erik
Age:14
Weapons:Katana Ak47 colt45
Bio:he was a shadow compared to ian even if they were brothers. he was about to turn 15 when all of this started.

Nick stared open jawed at the scene of carnage he was witnessing. Everywhere, the city was going straight to hell. People were running everywhere, screaming. Other's were taking down some and eating them.

"It's like Night of the Living Dead." Nick said in a quavering voice.

Rick didn't respond, he just reached into the back and grabbed a shotgun.

"Oh no. Oh fuck no, You can't be thinking of going out there!"

"C'mon." And that was that as Rick opened the door and started running.

"Shit." Nick swore as he followed suit, drawing his Glock and flicking off the safety. The two agents sprinted down a side street. It wasn't long before they were accosted.

A group of dead-looking people were shambling towards them. The two aimed their weapons.

"Federal agents!" bellowed Rick, "Cease and desist or we will use force to stop you."

The people took no notice.

"I say again, FBI! Stop right there or we will shoot."

Nothing.

"Slow 'em down, Nick."

Nick took aim at the words and blew out a knee cap of the closest one. It didn't even slow down.

"Ah shit." Nick shot him in the other knee. Then the thigh, then the chest. Nothing all three times.

"What the..." Rick started before he snapped the shotgun to his shoulder and blew into the guy. That put him down, but not out, as he kept crawling towards the stunned agents.

"Fuck it, run Nick!" And with that, the agent sprinted down the street away from the shambling horde.

Gasping for breath, Nick look up and to his amazement saw a small group of people running down the cross-street ahead of him. They had weapons and definately didn't look like 28 Days Later rejects.

"Hey, HEY!!" Nick screamed as he and Rick doubled their pace to catch up, "Wait for us! For fuck's sake, WAAAIIIIT!" Nick didn't know why he wanted to hook up with these people but strength in numbers might've been a good reason.

((Slap, Misu, that's you guys. So...yeah.))

Ian:look over there look at those people one got a glock one a shotgun the others and cant reall tell should go to them?

Dante:i dont know u are the leader.
but i think we should.they could be quite a lot of help. if we work together we would be a strong force and able to maybe be a ble to get out of here of we can find a car dealership and hotwire one.

Ian:yea lets go to them.

All:*exit and follow these mysterious people*

Ian and Dante:WAIT FOR US!! Come on WWWWAAAAAAIIIIIIIITTTTTT!!!!

ian; get on the skateboards so we can catch up.

(im folowin u mis and slap and other guy srry dont know ur username)

thats good most of us are now together in the same group.Yeyt again another band of lucky people.Well Slap you're running this section for the moment.hope you got a good idea.

me an my party fought 50 zeds killed 10 and put 20 in mortal pain the other got minor cuts and such

Justin was excited for his band practice, so his steps were longer and more confident than normal. He paid no attention to anything around him. The weather was nice, he felt great, the day seemed perfect. He was almost through the park, when his wonderful day crashed into what was going to be the worst experience of his life. He heard the loudest scream he had ever heard in his entire life, coming from behind him. He turned quickly to find a woman being pushed to the ground, and then covered in a group of men. But it was then that he saw the rest of them, "marching forward", a harmony of moans coming forth from their mouths, or for some of them what was left of it.

"Holy shit..." was all Justin could manage to say, as he stood stationary and watched this woman be eaten alive.
"It's happening. Oh God it's happening."

Justin turned towards the nearest exit and ran as fast as he could. Right before the exit, he stopped at a sign for some election candidate, but didn't take time to read it. He pulled the metal pole from the ground and ripped off the sign. He got to the exit and looked around. He could see them spread out in groups of no more than two or three. Cars were staggered and broken along the street. He picked his location, the first thing that came to his head. Parents house. He took off with determination.

His path took him down a main street, because if he took any back alleys or shortcuts he risked getting lost or trapped. There was one or two of them here and there, but Justin just ran past, doing his best to avoid them. He was almost to the corner where he'd make his turn. He cut between two cars and stumbled slightly around the corner, falling headfirst in the chest of someone..or something. He kept the metal pole grasped tightly in his hand as he rolled along the cement.
"FUCK!" Justin yelled desperately as he ungracefully stood up and rose the pole above his head. He closed his eyes and was about to kill. Only one thing stopped him from striking them down.

"STOP!"

Justin stopped and opened his eyes to see humans. He thanked God quietly as he shook. He was safer for now.

(so that should put me with misu and slap. and blue-dragon? either way, i've joined this group. hope thats alright)

Andy slowed down, fatigue hitting him now. "Not now. . !" He yelled, coming to a complete stop. "Alright, Alright! Who the fuck!" Andy yelled, turning around to look at the group. "All of you, your names, now! You got 30 seconds until I catch my second wind here. So hurry your asses up!!" Andy yelled, face red. "Uh Andy . ." Kirk poked Andy in the arm. "Wha-. . ." Andy looked to where Kirk pointed. One zombie approached the group slowly. "Aww fuckin'. . damnit." Andy just pulled up his M16 and fired thice, two hitting it in the head. "Damnit Loraine. . " Andy said, looking at the downed zombie. As almost on command, an airhorn screamed from behind the lot of them. Andy turned, gun up and ready, to see what the noise was. "Shut a door, open a window." Andy whispered., as he saw what approached them all. "I still need your names, or else I shoot knees." Andy growled at the group, waving his gun at the group.

((I'm going to be out for a bit (a week or two) starting tomorrow. So, continue with the story. My original plan was to get my two, plus whoever joined up, back to Kirk and Andys house. I'll try to get back sooner than a week, but no promises.))

(hey, just realized that i kinda messed up on my own name. i accidentally used my name from before. but just so everyone knows, the story that was about justin, replace justin with mckenzie.)

After entering the building and blocking off the entrances, the group sat in a sort of circle. Nobody spoke for a little while. Andy broke the silence.

" I still want your names" said Andy in a very stern and commanding voice.

The group slowly worked its way around the circle introducing themselves. It finally reached Mac.

" I'm McKenzie Hill. Some people call me Mac. I go to the highschool near here."

" How old are you?" asked Kirk.

" Uhh." There was an awkward pause. " I'm 17 sir."

Justin sat on a small crate, metal pole leaning up against his side, and guitar still on his back. He was in too much shock to remember to take it off. His head was down, eyes staring into the floor. Everything around him seemed to be closing in.

" Can we go to my house?" asked Mac. " I need to see if my parents are okay."

Andy spoke up. " Well kid, the plan was to try to find some kind of transporation, and get back to me and Kirk's house."

" Well I live about five minutes from the car dealership on Veronica Road."

" That might work" said Ian.

" So what's the plan then?" asked Kirk in a confident manner.

(sorry for kinda going over the intros really fast, but i am not 100% sure who is actually in the building with us, and i figured it's not that big of a part that anybody wanted to do really bad. but if anybody wanted to sorry about that.)

((KK! Time to start on part two!))

((Character Name: Joshua Carson))

((Age: 29))
((Job: Police officer))
((Joshua is a police Sergeant. He lives alone, but has a large group of friends in the police department. He would do anything for his police allies, but dislikes the larger, Federal Response Teams. Recently, he was told to gear up in riot gear, and quell a large riot formulating throughout the city.))

(Items: Riot Gear, Glock, 10 clips of ammo, baton, riot shield.))
((Appearance: Black hair of short length, slightly muscular, and very fast.))
((Personality: Quiet, but with a forceful personality. Gets along well with others.))

((Hey TKC, Kirk doesn't really talk to the others. Ya know, he has Anti-social disorder. Andy works as his 'translator'. Future reference for everyone.))

Jak was leaning on a wall next to a window which was covered with a curtain, his shotgun still in his hands he pushed the curtain back a fraction of a hair, just barely able to look outside he could see that in the distance something had cuaght fire, with guanlets of black putrid smoke billowing up into the clear blue sky. He let the curtain fall back and as he turned back to the group he let his eyes scan the rest of the building, nothing.

Andy: Names!

Jaks brain ran through, making sure that he hadn't forgotten what he was doing earlier, he had a terrible memory. As the line came around to him he automatically responded.

Jak: Jak Kingsly, I was doing some SCA things in the next state, when I came back my grandpa had become one of those things and I had to put him down.

Jak didn't get too worked up about death, he figured if he died he wouldn't want people to mourn him, just be happy he was around for the time he was. He cliched the slide on his Mossberg, revealing the slug lined up in the chamber. He had the rounds lined up, buck, then a slug, then another buck, he should probably change it to slugs so he didn't hit someone with a stray BB. But most likely he'll just ask for point gaurd if they head out, or rear cover, eh either way.

The line kept going around till everyone had met everyone else. What now was the question.

Jak: We need to first get out of here, find transport and gather supplies, only from our homes, other places will be likely overrun with people after the same thing as us, after we have enough supplies we need to find a fortified place and hual up there, I've read just about every survival book that I could find, not only will we need to protect against those things but other people are going to want what we have. But first we need to arm everyone, and choose buddies. Lets get to work.

At 1/19/08 08:49 PM, JakFro5t wrote: Jak: Lets get to work.

"Okay. . lets see. . " Andy paced around. "What have we learned from the military, Andy. . . ?" Andy whispered, looking over all the others. "Break up into groups." Andy said aloud. "Yeah, good idea. . 'Jak'. . . 'cept that not all of us have firearms. Some have melee weapons, and I don't want anyone to have to get that close to those. . 'things'. Break into groups where atleast one person has a firearm. Kirk, surrerender your firearm to someone. You and I are going to head home to pick up Fred and Emily and grab fathers firearms." Andy said. Kirk handed the gun to Andy, not wanting to interact with the others. "Here." Andy handed the gun to someone nearby((you pick.)).

"When we find what we need to survive just the night, report back here. You have two hours to report back here, otherwise you will be assumed dead and we will move to a more sturdy location." Andy ordered. "One of you will come with me and Kirk; Decide amongst yourselfs." Andy looked at Kirk, keeping his head down and hands in his pockets. "Oooon second thought, Me and Kirk will be by ourselves. When you all decide your buddies, announce it to the group. " Andy looked down at his hands. "Anyone a medic?" Kirk asked, hold his hands up; Both were swollen. "Anyone?" Kirk asked again.

(('Kay, I'm just gonna assume that I'm inside this house thingy with everyone else. So here we go!))

When the introductions reached Nick he cleared his throat and stood up.

"I'm FBI agent-in-training Nick Keyes, this is my partner, Special Agent Richard Krakov. We were sent here to assess a threat to city safety, both health and safety."

"And your thoughts so far?" asked Andy.

Rick shrugged, "We be fucked."

That elicted breif laughter from the group. Nick spoke up again, "Yeah, the cheif of police said something about cannibal murders, the doctors said something about a new infection. I say, no shit!"

Again, laughter. Which was cut off by the sudden appearance of one of.....those people at the picture window. He moaned and pounded on the window in an attempt to get in. Nick just looked over from his spot on the wall, and then pulled the blind cord, cutting the guy off from view. He stopped hammering pretty fast and was heard wandering off to go bug someone else.

"Well, whatever these people, are, or have become, they don't seem to be high-watt bulbs," observed Mac.

"Yeah." Nick said.

Jak spoke up, "We need to first get out of here, find transport and gather supplies, only from our homes, other places will be likely overrun with people after the same thing as us, after we have enough supplies we need to find a fortified place and hual up there, I've read just about every survival book that I could find, not only will we need to protect against those things but other people are going to want what we have. But first we need to arm everyone, and choose buddies. Lets get to work."

"Well, I sticking with Rick. No offence folks, but we've been through alot together. Now please excuse me, I need to get out of this fucking suit. I can hardly breathe."

As Nick wandered off to find a change of clothes, he heard Andy say, "So, Rick and Nick. You get alot of smart-ass comments?"

"Every day."

Nick smiled as he entered a bedroom. Shucking down to his skivves. He pulled open a drawer to find black cargo pants and a matching T-shirt that boldly proclaimed "No Fear!" Great. Well, no accounting for taste.

Nick slipped into his new attire, strapped his leg and ankle holsters back on, then he buckled up his bullet-proof vest again. He grabbed his FBI windbreaker, thought about it, then decided what the hell, before slipping it on but leaving the zipper down.

Teasing his hair into something resembling non-shitty, Nick walked back to where the group was.

"So, what now guys?" Nick inquired.

((Alright, now I know you guys heard my trucks air horn. Something's gonna happen less than a block from that building you're all in. I won't spoil it for ya.))

D was blasting the old Kenworth's horn and running down those zombies, and continued for about two more blocks, when something caused the truck to lose traction. The tires squealed as the truck weaved right, crashing into a brick building and landing on it's side. The force of the impact threw D face-first against the steering wheel, knocking him out for a few minutes. Ray Ray and June were still trying to figure out what had just happened, when D woke up.

D: Oh... fuck, what happened?
June: Dude, we crashed into a building, and the truck is on it's side now. I think we also hit an electrical pole.
D: Huh?
June: Look. *points to a thick cable dangling* See that?
D: Aww, dam......

He stopped when he heard what sounded like liquid pouring from somewhere.

Ray Ray: Yo, D, what's going on? Where's that noise coming from.... Oh shit! The gas tanks are leaking!
D: Fuck! We gotta get out of here! If that wire touches the fuel, this bitch is gonna blow!

They all grabbed their guns. Then D kicked out the truck's front windows, and the trio crawled out from there. Just as they were running from the truck, the gas tanks exploded with a loud boom.

D: Well, I won't be using that thing again.
June: Forget the damn truck! We've gotta get through this sea of zombies!
D: Then start shooting damnit!

D readied his FN F2000, and unleashed a barrage of .50 caliber bullets, knocking the zombies down long enough for them to get through. They all knew if one of those things got any of them, it wouldn't be good. Ray Ray sprayed the zombies with his Mac 10 while June was firing her MP-5. The three then ran toward a building about a block away, thinking they could hide in there, but when D tried the door, it wouldn't budge.

D: Shit! The door's locked!
Ray Ray: Damn! These damn 9mm's ain't doin' me much good here!
June: Fucking die, motherfuckers! DIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!
D: They're already dead!
Ray Ray: FUUUUCK!

((At this point, we're right outside the building you're all in. Now we just need to move this along here.))

((Hey guys..i think im gonna take a vacation. So you wont see me around a few weeks. Things got bad lately. I have no money, my family is falling apart. Fought with my father yesterday. And looks like he lies about everything.

He also doesnt care how my mother feels..Anyway,i'll see you in a few weeks. So post without me. I'll post after i have some ideas. Oh,dont forget to comment on my userpage. See ya.

Also,Cloverfield was pretty awesome. The godzilla thingy was a mixed animal thingy..))

"Alrighty. . ." Andy said, as Kirk wrapped Andys hand up. "Kirk, what do you think of these guys?" Andy whispered, as Kirk finished. "You know what I think. . ." Kirk whispered. "Theres strength in numbers." Andy simply said, and headed to the door. " 'ey! Me and Kirk are headin' to our house; It's just a block from here. We'll bring all firearms we have stocked. If you guys wanna stay here 'till we get back, be my guest." Andy went to open the door. A huge explosion shook the ground, and Andy crouched quickly. "The fuck!?" Andy said, looking back at the group. Shrugged shoulders is what he got in return.

The door was pounded against. Andy raised his weapon, and looked at the door. Voices were outside, speaking words; Not screams and moans. Andy unlocked the door, and swung it open. "Get in!" Andy grabbed two of them and pulled them in. Andy went back, and pulled the other. Slamming the door and locking it. Andy looked at the new three with anger in his eyes. "Okay, what the fuck now!?" Andy asked. One opened his mouth to talk, but was interrupted by the hordes of zombies moaning and screaming as they got closer. "Alright. . . great." Andy said, as he heard them start scraping at the door. "Hey, we got to fuck the get out." Andy said, whipping around. "Now!" Andy yelled. Kirk smashed a rock through a back window. "That window, out now!" Andy pointed. "I'll be out soon, just get as far away from here as you can." Andy said, pulling something out of his uniform pocket.