A World Called Despair - Black Site IC

[ImmortalComplex]

(New rule, only I can make in RP post. To keep spam down. If you guys continue to do so, I will be forced to Murderize you by way of Infectors or some other brutskie method )

[LoneWolfie]

Jillian was about to run for the truck, a moment of fear at seeing all the creatures around freezing her, when she saw the truck getting surrounded. "Shit!" she cursed, backing away, unsure of where to run. Her car was right there but it was beside the truck and she was not going to make a run for it. She turned and was about to run when she nearly bumped into one of those things. She swung the dart board that was still tightly grasped in her hands at its head. It fell down and she threw the dart board on top of its head when she saw a girl make it from the truck and start to run down the street. "HEY!" she yelled, quickly chasing after the girl. She didn't want to be alone, not with her phobia and after witnessing what she just did. She couldn't survive on her own, she needed a person or people with her or else she would just go crazy. She caught up with the girl, not that out of breath, considering she was in pretty good shape. "Hey!" she repeated, this time in more of a greeting. She felt a bit of panic but she knew if they could just find somewhere safe or maybe even some military people, they could make it through this. She knew she had to keep a level head and try to get the things she saw out of her head and concentrate on getting away so all that wouldn't happen to her or this girl.

[ImmortalComplex]

"HEY" the girl screamed at the top of her lungs immediatly alerting several of them to her location. Five of them began chasing the two women, straying from the large group.

[Rtron]

Gregor pulled up to the agreed upon back up location, that was to be used if things got a little to...interesting, a few blocks away from the bar. He was waiting for his partner to arrive. The last he had heard of him was a panicked phone call saying "THEY'RE EVERYWHERE! MEET ME AT THE BACK UP LOCA- DIE MOTHERFUCKERS!" Followed by gunshots. Then, the phone call ended. Gregor had always thought that this partner was a little to paranoid for taking a shotgun to every hit they were assigned, thievery or murder. To which the man had always replied "You never know when the shit might hit the fan." Apparently, that day had come. His partner came running up the block, several...things on his tail.

The man made it to the truck, with his shotgun handy, threw the passenger side door open to his four seat, black truck, put his shotgun down on the passenger side backseat floor, and was about to get in when they caught up to him. They grabbed his legs and upper torso and began pulling and munching. The man began screaming. He grasped the sides of the truck, but his fingers began slipping. He looked at Gregor, a plea in his eyes. "DO IT!" He screamed. "DO IT!" The man begged again. Gregor drew his pistol, silenced for the, now not going to happen, break in, and shot the man in head." His body slumped out onto the curb. Gregor slammed the passenger side door shut as the creatures began to feast on his partner who wasn't exactly a small man. They would be kept busy. He sped away from the location, towards the bar. He saw to women being chased by those same creatures, and a horde feasting on others who streamed out of the bar.

Suddenly, the creatures, who had grouped in a group of five to rush the women. Were hit by a black four seat truck. 4 were ran over and killed. 1 was only clipped and landed next to the drivers seat door. Which opened and shot it in the head. The back seat door to the drivers side opened as well. "Get in the truck. If you want to live, get in the truck now." Gregor, his face and black leather jacket and jeans clothing splattered with the blood of both his partner and those things said calmly and quietly.

[MsKittyCatty]

Romy jumped when she heard some girl yell hey. She turned to look over her shoulder, but didn’t stop running as the girl caught up to her. She nodded and replied back, “Hey,” breathlessly. She wasn’t tired from running, but just from everything that had just happened. Romy kept her gaze straight ahead, not even paying attention to the infected that were following them. Luckily, a man with a very odd mustache pulled up right then in a truck and told them to get in. Romy nodded and jumped in, grabbing the other girl’s arm and pulling her inside with her. “DRIVE!” Romy screamed, freaking out just a bit.

[Rtron]

Gregor calmly closed the door, placed his pistol on the, custom installed, holster in the side of his seat. Wincing slightly at the girl screaming and panicking, he drove off, going as fast as he could without going so fast he wouldn't be able to control how the car dodges anything unexpected. He glanced at his review mirror at the two girls in the back of his truck. "So. I've got two questions for the both of you right now. Question one, Do any of you have any idea what the fuck those things were? Question two, Do either of you know how to use a shot gun. Or any gun for that matter. If so, pick up the shot gun on the floor of the backseat and check it's ammo for me. If not, don't touch it, because I don't want you to blow your head off from one mishandle." Gregor asked, slightly louder than most would deem necessary, still driving after he had made sure they weren't making any sudden moves with the shot gun in the back of the truck on the floor or panicking an overly large amount.

[LoneWolfie]

Jillian glanced back at the infected chasing them, her heart pounding. She forced the panic down, forced herself to concentrate on running beside the younger girl. Her head was spinning and she hoped they could find somewhere safe, somewhere where she can sit down and just think. She was surprised when a man pulled up and told them to get in. It wasn't time for the stranger danger bit or for not trusting people. Even, Jillian trusted people too easily. She was glad for Romy's help of getting into the back. She was glad to know the girl wasn't willing to leave her behind. She took a deep breath and winced at Romy's scream. She was trying to keep a straight head but it was hard right now. She clenched her fists, taking another deep breath, and finally, the truck started moving. She slumped down in relief and reached over, patting Romy's shoulder in a comforting way. She listened to the man's questions and glanced at the shot gun after he finished speaking. Her breathing was back to normal and thankfully, she was keeping a level-head. She slowly shook her head. "I've never touched a gun before." she said honestly, glancing at it again. She decided it was best to not touch it at all.

[MsKittyCatty]

Romy took a deep breath, leaning back in the seat and putting her hands over her mouth as the man began driving. She glanced over her shoulder to see more infected following them, but they were losing them. Romy’s heart began slowing down slightly and she tried breathing normally. “Those things were humans,” Romy said, cringing. “With flesh eating, mind controlling bugs in them,” she said, trying to not sound like she was making it up. She knew it sounded stupid and ridiculous, but it was the truth as far as she knew. Romy shook her head at the man’s next question. “No, I don’t know how to shoot a gun… I can shoot a crossbow, or any type of bow and arrow you give me, but all my things, my weapons, are at my house,” she said, biting her lip. She left the gun alone, per the man’s instructions, and jumped a little when the woman next to her touched her shoulder. She gave an apologetic smile and put her shaking hands in her lap. “Sorry, I’m on edge… my… father is one of those things now,” she said, her face falling again as she looked in her lap. After a few moments she cleared her throat and tried to think of something to keep her from crying. “I know right now isn’t the best time for introductions, but my name is Romy,” she said quietly, looking up at the woman next to her and into the review mirror of the man helping them.