Who needs a name for a Zombie RP?

[Rtron]

"Alright, fine. Have it your way." Frank said making a head to speak to Jack. Then the...thing...came out of the vents and tried to strangle Wulfe. Frank solidified himself to prevent both him and Wulfe from being strangulated. Then, when the thing retreated. Frank went to continue his little conversation with Jack. Then the cat zombie flew into the room and tried to eat Newty. "Oh for fucks sake." Frank said as he created a spiked tentacle and a regular tentacle to fend it off. Picking it up, he slammed the cat-things head into the ground repeatedly, while stabbing at it with his other tentacle, and then held the hopefully stunned things head up against a wall before sending a spike straight at it's face. "Now, while I deal with this thing, does anyone know where I can regain energy rapidly? Cause I don't think Officer Wulfe over here could deal with me for 48 hours." Which by the way is now how long I'll have to stay symbiotic with you.

[Padriac Muldoon]

Mr. Newton scowled at Jack's peace keeper bit. "You always did but in on other people's matters..." Then Jack left, and the 'cat thing' attacked. Newt managed to duck and swing his blade at it, and then Frank took matters into his own hands. Mr. Newton straightened his tie and followed Jack out of the room. He still held the knife, but a bit more relaxed. "But of course, I would expect no less from you."

[Grandeur]

Lyle had actually intended his words to be a threat, since the robot-lady's personality, mind and memories were essentially made from data, but he'd never expected this!
"Wow! A Present! Thanks!" he yelled happily, deciding that this made up for throwing a knife at him earlier. He grabbed the laptop and one of his spike-tipped tentacles rammed itself into the USB port. On the screen appeared a small Keramon GIF, which began to devour everything in sight. Once all the folders on the desktop had been dealt with Lyle moved on to the rest of the files, until (after about two minutes) every single bit of data had been deleted. The mini-Lyle smiled, waved, and popped out of existence. Normal-sized Lyle withdrew the tentacle.
"Mmmmm, that was nice and tasty!" he handed back the now-useless laptop. "Well, I guess I better go look for more in the train and those rooms. Thanks for the food!"
With that, Lyle floated over into the train. Okay, what now? He thought. I guess I'll just search for more computers... I wonder if there'll be any of those weird ground-people down here?

[pyrak]

Almost to the train Jack (S) started gathering energy from the track onto a ball which was floating above it walking over to the door he pulled the ball of lightning over with him as he walked up the steps into the train and saw a digimon "eating" another digimon about however unlike a most digimon this seemed, really weard once it noticed him it made a frenzied scream and charged at him the best think he could think of was to tighten up the ball of lightning up and send it right into the things chest and detonate it totaling the digimon and causing it to twitch and send of mini electrical bolts try surviving that. his best guess is that the digimon was infected by a virse that was somehow related to the dead people.

[Freeshooter92]

Upon hearing his symbiotic friend tell him of the new duration of their joining, Wulfe just... Broke. but not in the quiet sort of way. Oh no, this was going to be loud and violent. "ENOUGH!" Wulfe shouted. "THAT, IS THE LAST FUCKING TIME I GET PUSHED AROUND!" Wulfe readied his rifle. "FARSIGHT!" with that, his optic systems activated once again, this time however using Infrared to locate and paint every target in the immediate area. "EVERYONE DOWN IF YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR HEAD!" With that he began firing. His hands were a blur as they operated EXECUTIONER, hastened by pure fury. he fired at least three slugs into every target he could see, which he assumed was damn near all of them. he noticed that the creature with the glowing orange chest refused to die, no matter how many slugs he emptied. he took a moment to reload, merely half a second with this newfound adrenaline rush, and rushed up to the monstrosity, putting all his weight into a kick intended to knock it down. with one foot on the things chest to hold it down, he emptied slug after slug into the monster's chest, believing that to be it's vulnerable spot. "MY NAME IS WULFE KRIEGER! AGENT OF M.A.R!" he shouted. "AND I! AM! NOBODIES! BITCH!" that last 'sentence' was punctuated by the firing of each of his last few slugs. Wulfe stumbled off the thing, now a gory mess, and sat in the bench behind him to rest for a bit. "Take that you son's of bitches..." Wulfe surveyed the destruction he had caused while he was aided by his incalculable fury.