[ZombifiedBrendan]

Dominics hands turned white and the knuckles exposing prominantly. His breath wasn't easy either. He had no clue on what to actually do and he was a cop. He looked down into his lap and pushed his head into the steering wheel. Force pushed into his head and it felt like he was squishing his skull. He didn't stop though kept going until he began to yell out in pain. In an instant he pushed his head from the wheel and into the seat and his hands flung out wildly into the car and beat against the front window of the patrol car.

Cracks formed from his beating but as he felt his hands bruised from the beating he stopped, calming down to a state where he could reason with himself. He stopped himself and looked around to where he was. A dirt road, a sign saying the graveyard is only a miles away. There would have to be a caretaker there. Someone who could get him back to the safety of the city. Somewhere he couldn't be pinpointed for being involved in the murders.

He turned his car keys in the ignition, getting a clunking response from the engine before it whinned and cut out. Dominic lent back in his chair hating everything at the moment. He had to be reasonable and just get out now. He had to fond someone to help him out. Just anyone, he hadn't seen a person for ages.

He stepped out of his patrol car, remarking the strong build of the car but the bad engine that had already caused him more than enough problems. He wore his uniform still, complete with the black hat and a badge. The black of his clothes was on par with the uniform except the blood stained into his higher left part of his jacket. He had tried to get rid of it but he would have to wash it before it would come out.

The crooked policeman looked around noting that the car he had skidded against was empty and most windows smashed. He just hoped he could get out before the occupants came back and saw the destruction he must have caused. Dom looked back into his car, noting the cracked window he caused in the rage and his Remington 870 in a rack by the passanger seat. Walking to the back of the patrol car, he openned the boot and exposed the gear that was in there. A bunch of mechanic tools, a plastic fuel container, road spikes, a cheat piece of body armour, and a few boxes of shells for the shotgun. Checking it was there, he shut the boot and locked it. He did the same for the doors before beginning to walk up the road towards the graveyard, hoping to find anyone who could help him get a mechanic.

[Heson]

((Fraust, FYI there is already three people at the front door so you might want to revise the last bit there. Or I could be totally misinterpreting things and you're at a different farmhouse, who knows!))

Andy looked up at the highschooler with tears streaming down his face. His hands and knees had tough skin so the damage from scraping there was pretty minor but his cheek had a couple of cuts among the scrapes from the gravel that was slowly bleeding now. He sniffed loudly as the woman came up and pointed franticly the way he came. "Me and Buck were riding our bikes and then and then and then we saw old Viet Bob, that vetran with one arm, who who who seemed drunk so we shoved him around...". He sniffed again, his crying causing his nose to run. "He's attacking Buck! I tried to push him off but he was too heavy!"

Andy took in a deep breath as he finished sobbing his way through his talking, finally taking notice of his scrapes when the woman mentioned cleaning his cuts. He barely noticed that his bike had skidded pretty close to the door as he looked at his skinned hands and his knees that now showed through holes in the jeans. "Oh no... Mom just bought me these. Please don't tell moma about this! Me and Buck are already going be in enough trouble as it is for annoying Viet Bob..."

[Markee White]

((OOC: I can't edit my post.))

[Nimrod415]

Walking towards a tree on the farm house property, Roger stops and sits under the tree trying to gather himself. Hearing what sounded like a kid asking for someone to call 911. Roger looks around the tree and watches as a woman walks up to the two kids trying to comfort them. Standing up Roger picks back up his duffel bag and jogs up to the group woman two kids. Holding his hand up " Ma'am is he okay?"

[retro zombie killer]

Fraust, see if the Mod can help you out, or do some real creative writing. I have wrote myself out of tougher pickles

[Heson]

fraust, on 11 November 2010 - 09:58 PM, said:

((OOC: I can't edit my post.))

((OOC: yeah, I realize that now. Well just letting you know.))

[Markee White]

No answer. He looked in the nearest window, nothing. He stepped down, walking back to his truck. He picked up his 2011, slipping it in the front of his waistband. He put his backpack on then picked up his rifle. He looked down the road, and rose his rifle to his shoulder, looking through the scope. He saw a house far off, with what would seem to be people, but he couldn't be sure, it was still at least a mile off. He slung the rifle over his shoulder and began walking, putting a cigarette between his lips.

[Zombreach]

Nimrod415, on 11 November 2010 - 10:06 PM, said:

Walking towards a tree on the farm house property, Roger stops and sits under the tree trying to gather himself. Hearing what sounded like a kid asking for someone to call 911. Roger looks around the tree and watches as a woman walks up to the two kids trying to comfort them. Standing up Roger picks back up his duffel bag and jogs up to the group woman two kids. Holding his hand up " Ma'am is he okay?"

Cass feels the confusion creeping in...how she wishes her head was clear from the influence of alcohol and the joint.... Who was Viet Bob and why did he have only one arm? ...and come to think of it, who was Buck and this new man standing before her. She knew they should go help out this boy's friend, but the thought of it frightened her.

Looking at the newcomer, she shrugs. "Hell, I don't know...maybe you can make some sense of all this. I feel a bit confused..." Fighting her desire to go back to the house, Cass walks across the lawn to the street in search of someone named Buck. "So much for a nice quiet day off." She thinks.

[Heson]

It would be just down the street a little bit where Buck would be found. Found with his chest gnawed open and the head of the person easily recognized as the town's war vet from Vietnam inside the cavity chowing down. He really was missing an arm before death, but it was hard to tell now with the bites all over it.

The war vet seemed to notice the presence of fresh food and tried to get up and go after it. Alas, his head seemed to be a little stuck in the tight space of Buck's chest and he moaned as he kept trying to pull his head out to get the fresh meal to no avail.

[REAVER]

Confused and shock by the sudden attention from the new comers ken studders, "Hi I saw the whole thing the kid was yelling for help and went air born and crashed. I came to help him, he is frantic." He listens to the boy talk more about his friend and where his friend is at. Ken starts to walk back to were the kid is pointing and yelling about some guy bob. He sees another one of those thing like the one that attacked his dad. Ken snickers for a second as he sees the guys head stuck inside the kids chest. Ken pulls out his hunting blade and runs up to the guy. The guy starts thrashing around from side to side trying to escape. Ken glances back at the kid, the woman, and the man for suggestions...out ofthe corner of kens eye he sees the man free himself from the chest of the poor boy. It lets out a blood curddling scream and lungs at ken. Ken leaps back and takes a swipe at the man, his blade sliding across the mans chest, opening him up like a surgical cut. The guy stumbles, but quickly moves back towards ken. "What the ****!!!" The man jumps at ken and pushes him down. the smell of decaying flesh fills kens nostriles, it makes him gag as he tries to fight the man off. The man lurches forward trying to bite kens face. "Can I get some help over here!!"

[Markee White]

Owen heard a yell, what the words were he couldn't tell, still too far away. Zombies probably didn't yell that loud. Someone was close, he began walking faster, taking a drag from his cigarette. The long walk brought back memories of route clearance, except he didn't have to worry about Hadji and explosives. He slowly began to jog, flicking the cigarette onto the road a few feet in front of him. As he ran past the butt, he crushed it with his shoe.

[JeffDeaf]

Jeff stopped to listen. He had heard something outside... He had spent a minute to check through the entire house, and it seemed to be fairly deserted. The doors were locked, and he was standing at the second floor, in the master bedroom. He looked out through the window...

There were more people outside. One of the newcomers was lying on the ground, desperate for someone to help him withe the-

"Oh ****." Jeff spotted the one-armed zombie. It was lurching towards the guy on the ground. His eyes were hungry. Jeff looked around the room. There had to be something he could do... Without putting himself in danger... A old tv was standing in the corner. Perfect. Jeff lifted the thing with both his hands, lifted it to the windowsill, and shouted: "Heads up!" before tossing it through the opening. The sound of glass getting crushed was heard as the tv landed on the head of the zombie, not killing it, but knocking it over backwards. Jeff sighed. "Good thing I hit the right guy", he muttered. He then leaned out through the window, and waved his hand at the guy on the ground. "Come on, get up and kill the freak already", Jeff shouted. "He ain't gonna lie down forever!"

[REAVER]

In disbelief and shock, ken looks up at the man in the window. Not knowing whether to be pissed that he almost crush him with the tv or the fact that it just saved his ass, Ken mumbles thanks. The man in the window yells at him to kill the man that just attacked him. All full of dirt ken sits up, raises his hunting knife above his head and thrusts it deep inside the man ear. Listening to the blade work its way into the man’s head, ken hears someone yelling. The yelling is so loud, you can feel the emotions of hatred and sorrow in the tone....ken finally realizes it’s him that is yelling. The man stops moving, and ken lets go of the knife and leans back. His breathing becomes sporadic and his hands shaking. <within 24 hour I have killed two men..... I didn't know them, but I saw their faces’....there eyes’....those eyes...so gloomy and glazed over. And dad what about dad....I just left him... in the car just stuck there to rot...........what have I done.> He looks up everyone is just staring at him at this point speechless. He turns and pulls his knife from the man’s skull, wipes the blade in the grass to try and get the blood off, and re sheaths the blade. He slowly gets to his feet and brushes himself off. He looks back to the man in the window, "Can you let us in please before more show up." His voice so shaky at this point, still the images of his father and the two men rushing through his head.

[Heson]

Andy was in a state of speechless shock. Some guy in the house had thrown a TV out of the window, hitting the town's war vetran and then yelling at them to kill Viet Bob. He watched Ken pull a knife out and stab him in the head. The child just sat there, watching this violent acts in horror, confused as to what was going on. He didn't understand why these people suddenly became so violent and he started to scoot away from Ken, crying in fright and fear.

[Nimrod415]

Frozen in shock from watching the kid take down the old that Roger has arrested countless times for drunk in public charges when he was on the force, usually the vet got off cause he was harmless. Roger looks up at the guy in the window and squints trying to block out the sun. "Hey open up the door before it gets worse out here!" Yells Roger. Looking down at the kid on the ground scooting away from him, roger squats down in front of him " hey little guy, its allright I'm a retired police officer. Don't be afraid my name is Roger just try to calm down, we aren't going to let anyone hurt you." John says looking at the little kid, while holstering his Colt .45 into his holster that was hidden on his belt under his shirt.....

[JeffDeaf]

"Take it easy, man" Jeff said, "I'm not letting anyone in til' you get rid of 'shambles' over there." Jeff pointed at the zombie, that was getting up again...

[retro zombie killer]

((In case some of you forget here is the map to the farm House~ http://home.comcast....rtual_house.htm Also the cellar goes down from the living room and is just one big room with no outside exit. I just reposted this so you all won't have to go back to the first page.. For your convenience.))

[Nimrod415]

Hearing the man yell about the shambles, Roger turns around as the man starts to stand up. Unholstering his Colt .45, Roger walks up and points it at the mans head and fires a single round dropping the man. Turning around Roger looks up at the window "THERE IS THAT BETTER?!?! WE HAVE A LITTlE KID DOWN HERE OPEN THE DOOR ITS DANGEROUS FOR HIM OUT HERE" John yells at the man up in the window....

[JeffDeaf]

Jeff was thinking frantically. He hadn't planned for anyone to get here, at least not yet. He didn't have a quarantine set up, and this man was armed... And clearly pissed off... "Yeah. yeah, just give me a moment!" Jeff disappeared from the window. He sat on the bed for a while, thinking through his options. If he let them in, he might be dooming himself, as well as everyone else who wasn't infected. But if he didn't, the man might get violent. He needed some sort of defensive measure... An ace up his sleeve...

Jeff smiled grimly. He had just gotten an insane idea. But it might work...

Ten minutes later, the door was opened. Jeff stuck his head out through the opening, and said: "Come on, get in! Hurry!"

[Nimrod415]

Holstering his colt .45, Roger picks back up his duffelbag. And walks up to the kid laying on the ground "come on buddy let's get you inside" Roger says looking down at the kid. Walking to the front dooer Roger looks at this new man wondering why it took him so long to open up the door. Reaching the door Roger extends his right hand to shake the new mans hand. "Hey I'm sorry about shouting at you earlier, I was just worried about the kids safety, my name is Roger Blaine"