Dead Island [IC]
Kiri was sitting on the stool near the bar finishing another shot of whiskey when she decided she had enough. She stood up, almost tripping over her own feet and began walking in the direction of her hotel room. She wobbled and stumbled her way past the people dancing and stole someone's beer bottle as well to take a small sip. But things had gotten blurrier for her and she could barely see in front of her. she bumped into some dude who's head was way to close to this girl's face. It looked like he was eating her instead of making out, so she turned to him and said "Whoops, mah baaad...dude, didn't mean ta disturbs yous." before continuing on her way. Little did Kiri know that that guy she had bumped into was some sort of zombie freak who wasn't kissing his girlfriend but eating her lovely skin off her face.
Sippin on orphan tears
"This is Joseph Rosaletti, broadcasting on emergency frequencies 640 and 1240 AM shortwave. There has been an outbreak of a disease on Oukai island resort in the Pacific. The bodies infected with it... they... they... send Coast Guard, this is an SOS, please respond!"
There was no response. Joseph slammed his fist on the desk out of frustration. It seems as if none of the frequencies got through. Even if it did, who would believe him? Corpses rising from the dead, attacking and eating the living? Who would believe that crap? He lifted the reciever to broadcast again, when he heard a faint sound. It sounded like... a female singing? He walked over to the hotel room door and put an ear to it.
"Whooooa heeeere sheee cooomes, watch ouuut boy, she'll *hic* chew yaaa uup..."
Joseph waited until the voice was right outside his door, then opened it quickly, grabbed the woman, and pulled her into his room, locking the door. She looked quite attractive, with long black hair and two distinct green swords on her back.
"Are you FUCKING crazy? They'll hear you!"
Last edited by AgentOrange; 12-29-2012 at 08:58 PM.
Talia rolled over in her bed and checked her alarm clock. Almost 1 o' clock. Ah, shit. Overslept again, she thought. Her German Shepherd, Ollie, jumped on to her bed and tried to lick her face. "Down, boy," she said as she tried to pat her hair down with her hands. When she looked in the mirror, she almost gave herself a heart attack. She hastily grabbed a brush and continued to fix herself up. She let her dog outside and started to make herself some coffee while turning on the news. Talia sat down and said, "Eh, gas prices, not that exciting."