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| The sins of our fathers.  Join Date: Jun 2009 Location: New Orleans | Ziel für den Kopf Ziel für den Kopf  Click for Theme Music "The foulest stench is in the air. The funk of forty thousand years. And grizzly ghouls from every tomb, are closing in to seal your doom. And though you fight to stay alive, your body starts to shiver. For no mere mortal can resist, the evil of the thriller!" The howling wind pushed its way through the dense brush of oak and pine trees, forcing their branches to bend and crack, ending the midnight silence. The sky was so dark, filled endlessly with thick layers of clouds, that not even the bright full Moon could be seen. Thunder and lightning scattered around the area, giving all within viewing distance, the spectacular sight of the rehersal for a glorious and yet scary event in nature, a severe thunderstorm. As the storm progressed, two large trucks, or at least their headlights, could be seen driving down the main road of the town. If one could get close enough, it could be noted that these were U.S. Army trucks, the famous "Deuce and a halfs." They drove back to back, no more than fifteen feet apart, heading east towards the exit of the town. The two men in the cab of the lead truck, a private and a sergeant, continuously conversed with a map to find their way out of the town, and out of the storm. In the back of their truck sat several soldiers in full gear, seated on each side of the truck. In the middle of the bed were three large barrels, each one had the giant typical black markings that read out U.S. Army Corps of Engineers. The barrels were somewhat rusted and were obviously weathered. The tailing truck held the same compliment of men and barrels. In the cab of the lead truck, the private, whom was driving, took a rag and wiped the windshield, as to keep the condensation from fogging his vision. He placed the rag back down on the seat between him and the sergeant. "Sarge, I can't see shit! Are you sure we're on the right road?" The sergeant dropped the map to look out the windows. All he could see was the windshield wipers going to work on the glass, trying to keep it clear, but was not fast enough. Other than that, there was nothing that could be seen any further. The sergeant sarcastically replied to the private, mainly out of aggravation. "No, in fact, we're in fucking Panama now, we're all turned around." He then rolled the map up like newspaper, and gently bopped the private on the back of the head. "Of course we're on the right road, this is the only main road that runs through this hick town. Now shut up and keep driving." The private rubbed his head and followed the sergeant's order. The trucks continued to roll down the street slowly, as to not lose traction or so the men could not lose direction of where they were going. God knows this rain was not helping them in the least. As they moved forward, the sergeant lifted the map in front of the driver, pointing at a split in the road. "Okay look here quickly. The road is going to split into two, you want to go down the right side. The left will bring you up a hill to and old church and back down, so make sure you watch for the right side of the road. We're not far from it." The private nodded in agreement to the map, and just as the sergeant pulled down the map, they both looked to the right slightly and saw that they had already hit the split in the road... and had gone to the left. The sergeant jumped in his seat in anger. "Son of a bitch! Why didn't you pay attention?!" The private sat frozen, eyes on the road. "I'm sorry sir! But you told me to look at the map, I didn't see we were already there!" The sergeant paid no mind to what the private said. Instead, he folded up the map once more and beat the private over the head again, but harder this time. "I swear, I've seen blind men drive better than you!" The sergeant sat himself back down, and after taking a few moments to collect himself, and calm down, he gave out his plan to fix the problem. "Okay, we're going to have to go up the hill, loop around the church, and come back down. It'll take some time, but it's safer than backing down with poor visibility. So, take us up the hill and... ah fuck it, wake me when we're back down at the bottom." The sergeant dropped the map and tilted his hat down, the visor covering his eyes. He slouched back and slid down into his seat to rest. The private pushed down on the gas pedal, trying to force it up the steep and narrow road heading towards the old church. Finally, after much effort, both trucks had reached the top of the hill, just as a bright flash of lightning cast over it. For an instant, the private could see what the church looked like. It was very old, and looked very run down, as if no one had used it in ages. The private started to shake a little. Army training or not, nothing can keep human nature from the fear of something scary and haunting. He calmed himself by putting his eyes back on the road, or what the rain would allow him to see of it. He turned the wheel to follow the curve that went behind the church, and slowly came around the other side of the building. As he did, he started to feel the back right of the truck drop. The soldiers in the back held on as the vechile slid downward on an angle. The truck behind them came to a complete stop and could only watch as the entire truck lost it's balance under a piece of mud and rock that held together the narrow road over the hill. It was watched with absolute shock by the two men in the cab of the rear truck as the lead one began to turn on it's side. They watched with horror in their eyes as the men in the back tried to pull themselves out. It was too late. The truck rolled onto its side, and then continued to tumble down the steep hill into the darkened area below. The passenger in the cab of the remaining truck, also a sergeant, ordered his men from back to jump out and see if they could spot the truck. All the men inside the truck including the sergeant ran to the edge of the hill and looked down. Nothing could be seen but the rain drops falling into the endless black. The sergeant placed his hand under his chin and dropped his head. "This is unbelievable." He looked to is men and waved at them. "Okay! Everyone back in the truck! We're going for help! It'll take us some time. We can only hope they're alive down there, and can wait a while." The men pulled themselves back into the remaining truck and began to drive the downward route back to the main road. It was unknown where they would go to get help, but they surely weren't going to ask the town for help. The mission they were on was not to be made public, and they all knew that. The truck came down from the hill and turned left, onto the right road, and slowly drove out of the town, and vanished behind the curtain of rain. Down the hill, pieces and parts of the lead truck laid ruined and scattered across the ground. Bodies of several of the men lay motionless and unresponsive to the drenching coming from the sky. The truck itself came to a stop as it apparently hit forward into a large, apparently marble, building. The private and sergeant both lay smashed into the console. Blood ran from their bodies and quickly washed away with the rain water. The sergeant's eyes were wide open, and frozen, as if it were a moment in time captured. His head was severely cut and bleeding. The private looked as if he had some how curled himself up behind the steering wheel on top the dashboard. There was no way anyone could have survived the crash, and no one did. Not even the barrels. Each of the three barrels had fallen out of the truck as it rolled, and each ended up at a final resting spot. The first one landed against a large stonehead of a giant cross. It's top cracked open, and a dark orange liquid spilled into the grass and was quickly absorbed by the earth. The second barrel came to a stop in between the base of the large hill, and a smaller hill with more stone heads. It had lost it's cap and was quickly releasing its contents of more dark orange liquid. The final barrel had apparently flown and landed a top the spiked fencing surrounding the by now obvious cemetery. It was pierced in several areas, and also ran it's contents down into the ground. Around the cemetery, the contents continued to spread. The rain helped push it under the ground, and across the land entirely. The thunder and lightning picked up, as did the rain. For a while, the cemetery laid motionless, even with the wrecked truck and dead soldiers. It seemed for a moment that this was just another tragic accident, but something strange began to happen. A single small stone head sat a top the ground, on it was engraved "Matthew T. Werner, 1834-1903" Normally, one would not give a second, or even a first glance to the stone head or the name. But without warning, something happened. The grass and dirt in front of the stone head began to shake, the mud moved around and the grass crumpled blow the surface as something came out... a hand. A hand with cuts, peeling, and aging rose from the ground. It held itself upward, extending the fingers, and then balling into a fist. The wrist and below ran down under the the ground, but the hand continued to move, as if it were grabbing for something to pull it up. Things were no longer so normal. The town of Middletown would soon be the focal point of an unspoken point in history... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to Middletown! Welcome to the quaint town of Middletown. A populace of no more than 850 people bustle here every day, living their lives and enjoying the simple things in life. There's never a big story in this town, and there's never anything more exciting than the occasional call to the fire department for a cat stuck in a tree. Sure the peace could be a bore at time, but not one resident ever got sick of the solace their town held. It was much preferred than the busy streets of New York, or the hectic crime and problems in Los Angeles. Middletown did have it's one claim to fame, in 1992 it was titled the "most enjoyable place to live." Sadly, it didn't draw as much attention as the residents hoped. But it didn't attract outsiders either, so it was a push for the residents. There's only one main road that runs through the town. It's name was Main Street, and it ran eat to west in the middle of the town. At the far west end of the town was Oak Mill Estates, the only area of homes in the town, and were every resident of the town lived. The way the sub-division was constructed made it look like the streets formed a large backwards "E" with Main Street being the middle line. North of Oak Mill Estates was nothing but wooded areas, but south of it was the Henderson Farm, which provided many fresh grains and produce to the people, as well as served as an emergency air strip should the need arise. Moving east from Oak Mill Estates and down Main Street was the rest of the town. Moving along the north side of Main Street, one would find the nursery for children, the road leading up and back to the Meg-O Mart supermarket, Gun World, and a giant liquor store simply named "Beer." Back on the northern portion of Main Street and next to small road leading to those stores was the only police department consisting of no more than a half dozen officers, and the police chief, Chief Brown. Next to the police station was the fire house, and after that was the hospital and pharmacy. After the pharmacy is another road that runs north, and leads to the other end of the parking lot to the three stores previously listed. Past this road, moving east again is "American. Grill" one of the few restaurants in town. After the restaurant is one of the only two gas stations in the town. Past it is Middletown's First (and only) National Bank. The final three stretch of buildings after the is a bar, a vacant building for sale, and another restaurant, "Jose's Mexican Fiesta." Behind them is Dave's Car Dealership, who sells a selection of used cars. After that is nothing but woods and small roads leading north. On those roads leading north and far in the back is the old church that sits a top a steep hill, which hasn't been used in nearly a decade, or maintained. The townspeople are debating its fate in court. Next to the church, and down the hill it sits on, is the old cemetery. The last person to be buried there died in 1923. Starting back at the west end, but on the south side of Main Street, past the sub-division, you'll encounter the education center of the town. Starting with Middletown Elementary, which serves the children of kindergarten to eighth grade. Next to the grammar school is Middletown High School, home of the Vikings. A rather large structure for not many students, but none the less it is the pride of the town. Behind the school sits the baseball field for the team, and next to the school on the east side is the football field. Both fields are kept maintained all year long, and are used for other school functions. Behind both schools is the start of a construction site for a coming movie theater. Something the tax payers have been begging for. Past the school's football field was the road that lead down and behind the schools. After that came the town hall, where all legislation and judicial matters of the city were dealt with. It was also doubled as the mayor's office. Following town hall was the last restaurant in town, "DiMarino's Italian Bistro." Finally ending the main businesses of the town came another gas station, and another building currently under construction. From there, the town ended. However, behind the last mentioned buildings was the large baseball park, home of the Triple-A minor league baseball team, the Middletown Tomahawks. And thus concludes this tour of the wonder that is Middletown. Stop by and visit sometime! How to Play It's very simple. Survive the zombie apocalypse. You are allowed to control zombies coming at you, unless I am controlling them for special challenges, or events. Other than that, the town is YOURS to bask in, or whatever be left of it. The rules are simple. Be realistic, no killing other players (unless they turn into a zombie, which can ONLY be done by me), and have common sense. Also be sure to follow the advanced RP rules. While trying to survive, players must attempt to uncover why the zombies came about, what caused them to come here, and how to stop them. The only way to find out is to role play, and interact, and explore! I know the answers, etc, and how to keep it moving to the goal of living, but will not reveal anything. In addition, to introduce your character into the story, you'll notice the "Introduction" bracket below the rest of the form. There is where you make your first post, explaining your character, and how he or she first encounters and realizes that zombies are on the loose. From there, you're free to go to the IC part of the role play and explore the town and do as you wish. If you have a question, or something you feel isn't right, do NOT hesitate to come to me. The only way to make this work is if we all communicate! Now, without further interruption, the sign up form! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sign-up Character Name: Age: Gender: Physique: Occupation: Short Bio: Introduction: |
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07-01-2009
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| Empress of Noob Pawnage  Join Date: Jan 2009 Location: Canada, QC. | Character Name: Faith Lehane Age: 26 Gender: Female Physique: Eliza Dushku  Occupation: Nothing. Short Bio: Faith Lehane was always the rebel kinda girl, getting in trouble just for the fun of it. Things turned out for the worst when she killed her boyfriend who she had caught cheating on her. She slit his throat with a broken beer bottle after a long argument, turned into a screaming match. She was sentenced to 50 years in prison without the chance of parole. However, as all hell broke loose in the city she took the opportunity to escape. Introduction: Faith was following her usual nightly routine before lock down. She walked to her cell escorted by a bulky prison guard who wasn’t gentle on her arm by which he was practically dragging her by. She glared at him, cursing under her breath.Y’know, if I would have known prison guards were such dicks I wouldn’t have slit that low life’s throat in the first place. Who the fucks like bein’ man handled? unless it’s sex. ‘Course that changes everythin’.She grinned to herself as she continued to walk…be dragged down the dirty, cold walls of the prison. The guard gave her a look, jerking her forward harshly as he pushed her into her cell. He closed the cell door behind her, locking it shut. He gave her one last look before walking away, his boots hitting the ground noisily. Faith sighed again, flopping down heavily on the disgusting mattress. Truth is Faith never regretted murdering her ex-boyfriend. He shoulda never cheated on me, fucker. I should have stuffed his dick in a paper shredder. She sighs again and falls back against the bed, looking at the plain white ceiling as she slowly drifted off to sleep. She was startled awake as she heard the warning sirens go off in the prison. She sat up quickly still a bit disoriented, wondering what was going on. ‘’What the fuck…’’ She walks to her cell door, the harsh fluorescent lights blinding her. Squinting her eyes she looked outside of her cell, seeing all the guards running around like chickens with their heads cut off. She shrugged, not really caring what was happening, thinking it was probably a convict who escaped. Well, tried to Faith thinks as she hears a gun shot. She walks to the small window, frowning as she sees the guards shooting something in the distance which seemed to be approaching the prison. It looked like a large mob of people. She jumps, turning around quickly as she hears her jail cell open. An inmate had killed one of the guards and stole his entire key ring, freeing all the inmates. ''Come on! Let’s get out of this place! Whoo oo!'' She yelled as she freed the rest of the inmates, expressing the same enthusiasm. Finally the dreams of escaping this piece of crap came back as she ran out of her cell, following all of the inmates outside. As the inmates poured out of the prison they could barely see the shapes of people approaching them. They looked like they were limping. Several patrol cars arrive to help the prison guards. Faith frowned as she saw an officer shoot one of the intruders, he didn’t fall, he didn’t scream in agony, he simply grunted and continued walking toward them. What the hell is this guy on? She thought. She turned to talk to one of the inmates, wanting to ask them what the hell where those people. To her surprise one of the zombies jumped on her; a young woman. She screeched and opened her mouth, wanting to take a chunk out of Faith’s neck. ''HOLLY SHIT!'' She yelled, placing one of her hand on the woman’s jaw, the other on the middle of her chest as she tried to push her away from her neck. ''Dammit you bitch, get the fuck off of me!'' She elbowed the woman in the nose, making her stumble back slightly. She smirked at the woman, raising her fists, ready to fight. To her dismay she see the woman crumpled down before her, brain matter and coagulated blood spattering on Faith's face as one of the police officer shot her in the head. She looked at the officer in horror. ''what the fuck are those things!'' She yelled at him. She never got an answer out of him, hell he didn't know himself. Last edited by vslayer; 07-01-2009 at 08:27 PM. |
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07-01-2009
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| Te Quiero Puta  Join Date: May 2009 Location: padded cell | dang it. I always play the escaped inmate. gotta think of something else now. |
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| The Original Femme Fatal~  Join Date: Jun 2009 Location: London, UK | I'll be a smart ass and say - It's "Ziel auf den Kopf" if you wanna use correct German XD And coming up with a chara >_> 28 days/weeks later anyone? XD EDIT: and lol I just saw - ur playing COD XD no wonder ur coming up with this lmao... that bonus game is awesome...kill german "nazi" zombies! D: Character Name: Gabriella Serafine Age: 23 Gender: female Physique: 5'5 tall, slender/slim/athletic - olive/goldish complexion, black/wavey - shoulder long hair, dark green eyes. Spoiler Clothing: Tight fitting dark blue jeans, a black sleeves tank top, black leather boots - pointy tips, white half jacket -whit a biker symbol on it's back. Occupation: professional sprinter/ national track team D: Short Bio: Has been running since she learned how to walk - father a former sprinter himself/ divorced her mom because she didn't approve of the pushy ways he'd use to get young Gabriella into the running competitions. Though she stayed with her dad, their relationship was nothing sweet. Later she blamed the lack of a childhood and the lack of love in her life on them both hence she broke all contact to them off till this very day. Introduction: Gabriella had just finished with her morning run around town, when she stopped by a window on main street. The Tech store had it's TV's all on one station - the news. Staying in front of the window she watched scenes like out of a horror movie, shocked yet she couldn't hear what the reporters said, she ran into the store - more men and women in there staring at the Tv's in disbelief. Something was happening around everywhere, the reporter looked like he was frightened to death, and people's bodies scattered around everywhere. She felt like her breakfast was going to come back up. Not knowing what to make of it, she felt very unsafe right now... Last edited by DeeviousDemon; 07-01-2009 at 07:21 PM. |
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| BOW CHICKA BOW WOW!  Join Date: May 2009 Location: NO! | Thriller intro = awesome |
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| Legendary Sage  Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: England, near London | I will get a sheet worked out soon, I like the sound of this RP a lot, and it makes a change from my usual fantasy RPs. Name: Marc Grey Gender: Male Age:28 Description: 5ft 9inches tall, messy short brown hair, dark green eyes, muscular build that has laxed a lot due to his recent spurt of alcholism. Clothing: Dark brown work boots, ripped and faded jeans, black vest top covered in rips and stains, dirty grey leather coat. Occupation:Bouncer at the local sleaze club Bio: Marc is originally from England, he doesnt know a lot of people and likes it that way, he took a job as a bouncer in some sleazy club, the pay was lousy but he got to drink as much as he wanted, the reason for his drinking was the death of his wife and child, some pyscho ran them down, slowing only to get Marc's son off the bonnet of the car. Introduction: Marc threw the latest trouble maker out into the street, not evening taking the time to dust his hands off, as he turned to enter the paint-chipped door, he noticed another bulb had gone in the already drab neon sign. Opening the door Marc looked round at the rest of the patrons, they all sat quietly, after seeing what he had done with the last two men, Marc knew they would be better off staying that way, he headed back to his seat at the bar, it offered him the best view of both the front and back doors, as well as the dance floor and sitting areas, it also kept him from standing for too long, massaging his jaw where the last guy had actually managed to get a punch on him, Marc picked up his beer, downing the cold brew in a long mouthful, he slammed the empty bottle down and waved to the barmaid, he couldnt remember her name, for another. He had just sat down when a bang from outside alerted him, was it one of his evictees coming back for another go? That had happened before, usually with several of their intoxicated friends and some serious arsenal to back them up, Marc sighed, he had wanted one shift where he hadnt had to throw anyone out, that way he could concentrate on his drinking. "Keep the beer cold, this will only take a minute" He got up from the stool, walking towards the door as he heard another bang, this one followed by a low growl, was it a animal of some kind?, Marc didnt want to tangle with an animal, not when they could give you rabies or other diseases. Looking out through the main window in the door, Marc was relieved to see it was just some dirty looking guy, who, by all appearances, had neglected to wash, Marc could smell him. Opening the door, Marc called out to the man. "Hey buddy, I think you have had enough to drink already, do yourself a favour and go home, sleep it off and grab yourself a shower" The man turned and faced Marc, his face devoid of any semblance of humanity, Blood soaked one side of the face, the lower jaw was a mess of tissues and blood, the man seemed to be chewing on his own lip. "What the fu........ The rest of Marc's words were cut off as the man launched himself at Marc, making a noise that could only be descibed as growling snarls. Last edited by Fantasyfan28; 07-01-2009 at 07:45 PM. |
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| Senior Member Join Date: May 2009 | Character Name: Lin Mu-Yin Age: 28 Gender: Female Physique:  Is it a pic that you were looking for? I'll change it if I misinterpreted it. Occupation: Architect Short Bio: Lin was born in Chicago to Chinese immigrant parents from Hong Kong, who were tragically killed in a plane crash when she was 20. The grief soon proved to much to handle and she sold their apartment and got rid of their things, and moved to Middletown to start a new life and try to forget her past. (I'll expand on this soon. Thats all I could think of as of now.) Introduction: Lin spread the blueprint out in front of her, scanning the floor plan of the lobby, comparing it to her design. The place was practically falling apart. Originally, the building had been a beautiful inn situated in the center of town, but now, it was an outdated, dilapidated, petri dish of mold and filth. The owners had hired her to make it "dazzling" as she remembered them saying, but it would be hard, based on what she could see. Her team had already gutted the entire place, and were waiting for her to give them a go on her final design. Soon, she gathered her papers and walked down the single flight of stairs to the dust filled lobby. She looked around, and noticed that one of the workers was gone. "Hey! Where's John? I didn't tell anyone they could leave!" she said, looking at the others. One of them started to speak. "He said he was going outside for a smoke... I don't know where he went..." he said, stuttering. She sighed, and stepped outside, glancing around both ends of the street. No John. She walked to her right, down the small path that led down the side of the inn. There was a fresh cigarette on the ground. "John? You better get back in there before I fire you. I already told you that you can't smoke on the job." she said, taking a couple steps forward. Where is he? she thought to herself. This thought was quickly answered. As she walked around a small hedge, a figure could be seen next to her. It was John, but at the same time it wasn't. His skin was dry and peeling rapidly, his eyes had lost color and were rolled back, and weirdest of all, his open mouth revealed almost completely black gums. She gasped. "John, are you okay?" she whispered. His head slowly rose, and his eyes narrowed on her. He let out a snarl, showing his foaming mouth. Within a second, his arm had lunged at her, narrowly missing her face, causing her to fall on the stone-patio ground. Immediately getting back up, she backed away slowly, not moving her eyes off the creature that used to be her employee. It followed her to the front, where the others ran out to see what was going on. There was a toolbox on the steps next to her. She opened it, taking a long wrench out and gripping it in her hand. "What the hell is wrong with him?!" the others yelled. In the blink of an eye, Lin rose the wrench, and swung it into his neck. The crack was loud. She dropped the wrench, and looked at him. Whatever was affecting him, it wasn't human. The other workers looked on, jaw-dropped. "You just killed John!" they said, rushing over to him. "Don't touch him!" she screamed, holding one of them back. "And whatever that thing was, it wasn't John anymore. I don't know what it was..." she said, pulling out her PDA and opening the news application. Her eyes scanning over the screen, thoughts began to flood her mind. "This is happening all over. Oh my god... Pack up everything and go home! And leave him there!" she yelled running inside, grabbing her things then getting into her car, making sure she had all the windows closed. Turning on the radio, she braced herself to hear whatever she needed to hear. At this point, there were countless numbers of cases across the country, even some international. Surprisingly, they gave no reason to as why this was happening. This scared her. If there was no way of knowing the source of the problem, there was no way of knowing the solution to the problem. Last edited by BlackJack; 07-06-2009 at 04:16 PM. |
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| The sins of our fathers. Join Date: Jun 2009 Location: New Orleans | Character Name: Thomas Winn Age: 26 Gender: Male Physique: 5' 11'', 210 lbs., brow hair, brown eyes, built. Occupation: Doctor at Middletown Hospital Short Bio: Thomas was born into a typical middle-class American family. He graduated high school with honors, and attended one of the best colleges in the state. There he recieved a major in biology. After college, he attended med-school where he excelled brilliantly. He's now currently a resident at the local hospital in Middletown. He's a modest person, very easy to get along with, and is always looking to help people. Introduction: Thomas entered the automatic doors at the entrance of Middletown Hospital. He sighed as he walked his way past the addmissions desk. To him it was just another day on the job. He was exhausted though. He worked last night, but today had agreed to pull an extra shift for a co-worker who needed sick leave. He didn't mind though, he loved his job. The greatest satisfaction to him was the thought of helping people in need. He made his way to the emergency room, where he worked. It was in the back of the hospital, which allowed ambulances easy access to the ground floor. After arriving to the ER, he checked in with the nursing staff, said his good mornings, and proceeded to sit around. Being in a small town, it was very rare for a major emergency to take place. They'd get the occasional accident or someon very sick. But for the most part, an ER doctor in this town was probably one of the less exciting jobs. But Thomas didn't mind, he was happy to be there, and happy to have a job to begin with. All was going smoothly, Thomas just laid his head down on the counter of the nurses' station when the revolving door for walk-in patients began to turn. Thomas picked up his head, expecting to help someone in need. When he turned around and looked at the revolving door, he saw a elderly looking woman scratching at the glass inside the revolvin door. At first, Thomas figured she was too small and unable to push the door further. He walked up to it, but froze as he got a better look at the woman. Her eyes were rolled back in her head. Her skin was dry, peeling, and greenish. She wore a very nice dress, but was covered from head to toe in mud. Her mouth stayed open, and a faint moaning sound could be heard coming from her vocals. Thomas didn't know what was going on. But being a doctor, he didn't have time to wait and try to solve a mystery. He decided to help this person. He pulled the revolving door around, and allowd the woman to enter. He went to hold his arm out, as to guide her to him. The woman, still groaning, leaned down towards his arm, and snapped at it. Fortunately Thomas was quick enough and moved his arm out the way. He was absolutely confused. Sure he knew of zombies, and how they're always in movies, but there was no way this could be real. He assured himself it was not real, that this woman was just very sick. Or at least he used this as a way to deny the truth. He attempted once more to help the woman, but she slowly dragged herself towards him, eager to dig into his flesh. Thomas finally had it click in his mind. This was real, not a horror film. This woman, her dress, the mud, her overall appearance. Thomas concluded the last time she went to a hospital, she left from the morgue. With this in mind, Thomas quickly took action. He shouted for help. A nurse came running to his side. "What's the matter doc.... What is that?!" The nurse froze, watching as the zombie slowly shuffled towards the two. Thomas looked at the nurse. "Go get security, now!" The nurse nodded her head and ran off. Thomas didn't want to keep the zombie moving around, so he grabbed a fire estinguisher on the wall. He then raised it over his head and threw it at the walking corpse. Her legs broke and she fell to the floor. Unfortunately, she continued to crawl in his direction. Thomas was now truly scared. But before he let himself go completely, the security guard showed up. He immediately knew what to do, he remoed his small pistol and aimed for the zombie's head. He pulled the trigger twice, both shots entering the head. The zombie dropped, dead once more. The security guard holstered his weapon and pointed at a television hanging on the wall in the waiting room. "It's all over the news. People are reporting this same sort of thing. It's like they're human, but not alive." Thomas interrupted. "Zombies..." The security guard couldn't help but chuckle. "Shit, I guess you're right. The police say they're handling it. But if this is anything like the movies... Hey! Hey where are you going?" Thomas left the security guard mid-sentence. "To see if I can help." Thomas walked out of the ER and to his car. He opened the trunk and pulled out a carbon steel case. He laid it a top the trunk and opened it up. Inside was his AR-15, his prized rifle. He was an avid gun collector, and often went to the shooting range at the gun store. Finally all those hours of practice would pay off. Thomas loaded his rifle, and put whatever remaining magazines he had left in the passenger seat with the rifle. He then got into the car himself and drove away from the hospital, he was ready to put up a fight. |
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