Dawn of the dead thread...

[GungHo2003]

"I'm IN, let's get out of here!" Thomas yelled. He turned towards the zombies and fired a couple of bursts into their ranks, slowing them down, striking their legs. As the cop car careened down the road Thomas looked down at the smoking M4 rifle. "Yeah, I used to use these alot. It's been awhile though. The name is Thomas."

[Desperado]

Drake grabbed a Ruger P90 from the cabinet next to where the zombie layed, dead. He pulled two clips from around the same area, loading them full with shells, all of which had full metal jacket casings, balisticaly tipped.

For 10 more minutes, he would check the store to make sure no one else was there.

"Good shit..." He mummbled, looking around the shop full of ammo and guns, a section of the store devoted to crossbows and compound bows. "I'm loaded for a while..." He spoke to himself again, starting to round up all of the clips to the guns in the shop, loading them all with ammo until he would be sure he would be ready for just about anything. "Four 30.6's... 8 .22's... 8 .9mm's... Two military issued M6's... one M8... 300 30.6 shells, 1000 .22 shells, 492 .9mm shells, 134 shells for either the M6 or 8..." He spoke to himself, pacing around in a circle in the middle of the store. "8 Compound bows which I can shoot... over 200 arrows... 4 cross bows... 190 bolts..." He stopped in place, staring at a blood stain on the carpet. 'How long will it take them to find me here... should I let others in if they're looking for shelter...?' a million different questions popped into his head all at once, giving him the on commings of a headache. "This is so fucked up..." he groaned, tapping the Ruger P90 on his temple lightly. 'I'm gonna die eventually...' The thought finally ran through his head. 'There's no way i'll come through this alive...' he thought again, but then he mentally slapped himself, 'Fuck this, i'm not dying yet... Too much I haven't done yet...' He thought, staring at a light in the cieling, 'I have to...'.

He walked to the back of the store, pulling down the ladder to the cieling. He climed up it slowly, making his way to the roof, toating a 30.6 on his back. The sound of a car could be heard, he punched out a board on the billboard ontop of the shop, giving a good enough place to shoot without the zombies being able to see him... atleast he hoped. He put his back to the board, slidding down to the ground, making a light thud as his butt hit the ground. He pulled on a golden necklace around his neck, a golden cross attached to it. He pulled it to his lips, kissing it lightly befor he dropped it and stood back up, putting the gun through the hole, focusing in the scope.

[Drierawew]

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[shilsSitamums]

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by proxrte101a

[Camryn Rayne]

name: Tess Brown (jessica biel)
Age: 20
Weapons: Anything around


Tess had about had enough of this situation. First, the zombie outbreak a few weeks back which was to blame for her father's and sister's death, then, after being nearly bitten by a horde of zombies, she escaped into a storm drain, in which she couldnt get out of. She clung to the metal bars of the storm drain attached to the curb of the highway. Her only hope was a person strong enough to break her free of her prison. She looked through the grate. It would only take a few inches of rain for these drains to flood, and kill her, and it was only a matter of time, based off of the looks of the clouds. It was either be killed by zombies or drown, and she wasnt ready to do either of those.

She wrapped her fingers tightly around the bars of the grate above her head. "Help!" She screamed, her voice weakened by the strain of all the screaming and the lack of food water and sleep. Dirt and blood was smeared across her white tank top, and her jeans were ripped across the knees and thighs, bearing the deep cuts recieved during the struggle to escape. The scratches across her cheeks and bare shoulders were what bothered her the most as they stung more with each new tear that streamed down her face, but she had no choice but to jump from the second story window of her house to escape her sister and fathers living corpses as they dragged themselves towards her. Landing that jump wasnt the most pleasant feeling either. It takes a minute to regain yourself when you knock the wind from your lungs and minutes are precious when running from the dead. Picking the glass from her skin was a very uncomfortable task, and she wasnt sure it was all out yet. She was greatful that she didnt wear her sisters flip flops like she had planned, and instead wore a black pair of ladies timberland boots. They had served her well in kicking the shit out of zombies. Her upper body strength was limited, but her legs were strong, due to the strenuous dance classes her father insisted she took when she was younger. It was his way of keeping her out of trouble when he wasnt around. Where was he now that she was in trouble? He was walking around the streets somewhere, moaning and most likely mauling someone to death alongside Delia, her sister. Tess shivered. She couldnt stand the thought of them wandering around as living dead, but also couldnt stand the thought of killing her own family. That would be terrible.

It started to rain to Tess's horror, and she screamed louder , hoping someone would hear her. Zombies moaned in the distance. "Please!!"

[Camryn Rayne]

*I forgot to post personality*

Personality: She's a very strong person, but due to the loss of her last remaining family members, she is starting to go a little mad. Very sarcastic, but an all alround good person.

[Camryn Rayne]

(please dont let this thread die!)

[fourward]

I'm not going to let it die :3

Name: Lucien Luciford
Age: 21
Gender: male
Appearence: kind of tall and somewhat fit. has brown hair and brown eyes. He wears 2 layers of sweat shirts, and 2 layers of jeans.
Personality:usually a lazy-ass. cold hearted at times. kind of stupid
Weapons: beretta (stole from the dead police's body), and a metal baseball bat.
Background: Lucien had a wife, and 2 children. they were a happy family, but when there was a zombie invasion, the first ones to get bitten was his children, then his wife. Lucien killed them by smashing their heads, but he is still traumatized. But he wouldn't let that kill him, he was pretty sure that if his wife and his children was alive, they would want him to live. so he left the house with a baseball bat.

Professions: all in game and in hunting he used a sniper rifle, so he is really good at sniping.

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"...rain?" Lucien felt the rain pour over him. now he can't see well, not only that he can't hear zombies well too. "well...crap..."as he cautiously walks towards nothing, he heard a faint call for help. he didn't miss it. He Ran towards the direction swinging the bat around smashing the undeads away from his path. "I heard a voice around here somewhere..."Lucien looked around confused. "Hello!? Is anyone here!? HELLO!?"He called out for anyone around him.

[Camryn Rayne]

Tess heard a faint voice calling to her, her throat , raspy with screaming hurt with the hard lump of uncoming tears that she tried so hard to hold back. She grabbed the crowbar she had been weilding for the past day and started to beat at the grate, making as much noise as possible.

"DOWN HERE! PLEASE!", She screamed, her voice cutting from strong to weak to strong to weak and strong again. It wouldnt be long before she lost her voice all together.

[fourward]

Lucien quickly turned to the direction where he heard a loud abnormal noise of crowbar hitting another metal. He saw a person under the rain sewer. he went towards it and crouched down. "Are you okay? here, Let me try to get you out!" he grabbed the bars and started to pull with all his might. But it was heavy. not only that it is hard to get out, the weight of Tess holding onto it was making it harder to pull. but still, he continued to pull, hoping he could move it a little.