Zombie Apocalypse IC

[Wolfreign]

Morning rose over the city of New York. As usual, Marcus could see nothing out beyond the wall. No cars, no planes, no military vehicles. He looked down with his binoculars. "No Walkers on the street in front of the entrance. Good." he said quietly. Putting his binoculars into his backpack and grabbing his shotgun, he climbed down from the roof of the drug store he was on. He walked down the street, pausing to look into cars as passed them, not wanting a Walker to ambush him. He saw some dead pigeons on the sidewalk, blood spattering their feathers and the concrete around them. He heard a bark and looked into an alley. Two Walkers had a dog cornered. "Shit." Marcus said as he turned the safety on his shotgun to OFF. He kicked a garbage can to get their attention and when they turned at came for him, he took aim. BAM! BAM! The two gunshots rang through out the street. The Walkers fell dead, their heads blown off. Blood and brain matter covered the walls of the alley as Marcus approached the dog. It looked like a Australian Shepard. Around it's neck, he saw a collar. The dog whined as he knelt and looked at it's name tag. Pond. If found, please return to 584 Main Street. Marcus heard more moans coming from the direction he came from. Letting go of the dog's collar, he patted the dog's head to comfort it and walked forward with his shotgun ready. "Come along, Pond." he said as he saw a Walker shuffle in front of the alleys entrance.

[John Torque]

It was a sunny day when Mr. Grimm woke up in the store depot he had slept. "Another shitty day the Lord's nuthouse..." he told to himself. "Benny, today we are going to slay half New York if we can, ok?" he as he stormed out the depot with his bike, the loud engine sounded through the whole block. He was searching for a good place to steal breakfast. As he continued, he managed to stab a Walker on the head while on the bike. He got to an empty McDonald's. He stole some already cooked hamburgers and fries and sat outside in a table.

[chukklehed]

Ashley was in her apartment, door bolted and windows locked. she was on the third story, so she was relatively safe. this was one of the few times she had gotten a chance to think in the past few days, after the outbreak. she had been a police officer, out directing traffic for an extra shift, when the chaos had struck. she managed to get back to her apartment before she got bitten, but most of the others hadn't been so lucky. Snow, her cat, jumped up on her bed next to her and meowed, and she got up and fed him. she was just going back to bed when she heard gunshots outside. she rushed to grab her rucksack and guns, and hurried out the door. she left it open for the cat, because she had a feeling that, one way or another, she wouldn't be coming back. she stopped at the front door and yelled "HUMAN!" before opening it. the creatures couldn't talk, so most of the survivors yelled at each other to avoid nasty surprises.

[Regomania]

BAM BAM!



Brooke lowered down the rifle, and looked at the zombie she shot. A clear shot at the left side. The zombie collapsed, and laid there, lifeless as blood poured out of it. "F**ker wouldn't rest...." Brooke muttered, she looked at her firearm. "This was the first zombie I shot. What a waste, I shot 2 bullets..." Brooke sighed, and continued to run down the highway. She stopped again, and pulled out a map. "an hour's worth of running the next city...." Brooke muttered. "Shit...."

[Gaara of the desert]

Ben was looking out of what was once his office window thinking about what to do. If he could find someone else, maybe even a group to tag along with. No matter what he had to find someone, there was no way he could live up here forever. He needed food and supplies. As he watched the zombies outside he saw one walking better than the others. At closer look it wasn't a zombie at all it was a man. He watched as the man walked into the alley, a few seconds later there was gun fire. It was definitely a human, a human with a gun. He opened up the doors to his office and ran down the hallway to where the stair case was. Luckily there were not zombies on this level yet. He opened the stair case and started to run down the steps. Looking down he saw a couple of zombies that made it into the stair way, up on the second level. Rather than dealing with the few zombies on the staircase he got onto the rail then lowered himself down so he was hanging down, then he dropped to the next case of stairs and ran out of the building.

Luckily there weren't as many zombies around his location because of the gun gunfire. As he was running towards where he heard the shots come from he heard someone yell "HUMAN". He stopped and turned. It wasn't the alley but it was another human. "Help!" He said. "I'm not injured, maybe I can help you?" he said.

[John Torque]

"Human...Human...Gunshots..." Grimm told himself. "These guys are crazy, they think this is the big deal." A Walker ran to him and he stabbed him on the head with the sickle. "Bleed, Motherf*ucker!" he shouted. He looked at the several people who were together, asking for help. He got on his bike and approached them from a distance, his engine was very loud. "These bastards are never going to learn....wars aren't won with weapons...they are won with men...without courage, you are nothing..." he said. He despised those weakling persons who needed guns to kill zombies. "Don't they know that you can easily stab them in the head?" He looked a while ahead and looked at someone who was looking for help. "I better entertain myself by watching them...."

[Wolfreign]

BAM! Another gunshot rang out. The Walker fell as it's left leg was blown off from the knee down. The Walker kept on crawling towards Marcus and as it got to his feet, Marcus brought his foot back and kicked the zombie full-force in the face. The creature's head snapped back and Marcus shot it in the forehead, it's face practically being erased by the blast of the shotgun. Marcus walked out of the alley, Pond, the Australian Shepard behind him. He looked to the left, Walkers were coming towards him from Broadway Street. He turned and ran. As he ran, he saw a man in suitclothes run out of an office building. "I'm not injured! Maybe I can help you?" he heard. Marcus looked behind him and saw the Walkers, thankfully having stopped to feast on their dead brethren. He looked back to the man in the suit and stopped.

[chukklehed]

Ashley drew her pistols as she came out the door, checking the street she could see and turning to look behind. once she saw there were no immediate threats, she walked out to see who was making the noise. there seemed to be a small group forming on the street. this was the most people she had seen since day 1. "i've got a safe house here if anyone needs a breather. not much in, but it's good for a rest!" she was relieved that there were other humans alive here, that she wasn't the last one. looking at the man in the suit, he looked like he would need the most help. "you, get inside. two floors up, the open door." then she walked out to let him pass. "make sure to close and bolt the door too. and mind the cat."

[Regomania]

*BAM BAM*



Another 2, this time from Brooke's Police Pistol. "Worth it this time...." Brooke muttered, continuing to walk on. She noticed the near by city up a head, and jogged to it, her jog turning into a mad dash, then a sprint. Soon, Brooke made it into the city, and noticed Zombies all around. She turned her head left, then right. "F**k...." She thought, she decided to run left, as it only had about 2 zombies wandering around that direction. She pulled out her sword, and took a slash at 1, cutting into his brain, and she dodged the other, sprinting away from it.

[Gaara of the desert]

Ben ran up the stairs and to the open door then followed the lady's instructions, shutting and locking the door. He then turned and looked around her apartment and waited for someone to come up, anyone. He noticed that there were a couple of people out there. Just his luck, he had found a group he could tag along with. He walked over to the window and looked out at the people who were standing out there now. The man who had just arrived on an extremely loud motorcycle, and another man who had a camo jacket on. Then of course the lady who had let him into her apartment. While he was waiting he checked his gun to make sure it was loaded in case anything should happen. He counted the bullets, 6, then he put it back into his vest and waited for someone to come up.