CH 1 Las Vegas, Showgirls, Casinos and Zombies IC

[LonelyWanderer]

Logan sat in the living room with Amy they met really recently but he already felt a strong bond with her. They were eating some Chinese food that she had picked up on the way to her gig. “Where’s Gordon?” Amy asked while forcing down some hot wonton soup. “He’s fine; he may be insane but he’s fine.” Logan said as he picked up his lighter. “I’m going to the balcony for a cigarette tell him to come find me when he comes back.” Logan flicked open his signature shark lighter and lit his cigarette. He sat on the balcony; it was raining so hard that he could barely see the lights of the casinos. Amy grimaced as he lit the cigarette, such a disgusting habit she thought she placed her IPod into the dock and put on some Eminem it always lightened her mood. She started humming along with the beat while eating her Chinese food. She grabbed the remote and went onto TEVO and watched some stand up comedy re-runs. “Yep just my normal life in a doomed world.” She said aloud.

[Raiu]

Gordon held his head and groaned as he stood in front of the door to the pinthouse. "Ow ow ow. Damn you sanity, why do you have to be such a bitch?" As he waited, in vain, for the headache to subside he noticed four things. First, he was still dressed in his anime convention costume, which looked like it had been repaired a few times. Second, he had a gun in his hand, a glock. Third, he had a sharp and bloody stick in his hands. And forth, there was a dead hotel staff which looked like he had been poked by said stick.

"Okey... What the hell have I been smoking?" He asked that to himself as he walked into the pinthouse, whiping the stick off on the corpse as he did. "You got anything for a headache caused by sanity returning?"

[FallenAngel16]

After pulling on her sneakers Vanessa stepped out off the hotel room she was sharing with her friends, holding an empty ice pitcher, "Forget you jackasses, I don't know how you do it, but you always cheat in Rock, Paper Scissors," she laughed and lightly closed the door behind her, not locking it because she didn't have her room key on her.

They had traveled all the way from California, and for some reason instead of jumping in the bed, the first thing on their mind was getting ice and opening up a few beers.

She whistled and looked around the long, poorly lit hallway. "Where in the hell is the ice machines," she questioned herself after walking all the way to the other side of the hall. Vaneessa sighed and walked over to the stairs, going down to the next floor to check for an ice machine. When she found it, it wasn't working.

Vanessa cursed under her breath and went down to the lobby, she'd just ask someone at the front desk for help. This was crazy, all this trouble for a pitcher of ice. "FML!" she thought to herself.

[TunaticTyler]

Jackson breathing slowly began to calm down, as he lay on the old, rotting wooden floors of the attic. He and his sister had just gotten in this attic, as a safe zone away from the zombies. Normally, in a situation like this, Jackson would be crying right now, but due to it being pasted midnight, he was far too tired to even express emotions. He stood up, almosted lost his balance, and said to his sister, his voice tired, slightly trembling, and overall, weak.

"I-I'm goin-g-g t-o-o find a b-bed...o-kay?" he said to her, and began looking at the corners of the attic. The attic itself was slightly big, and it was obvious it had to atleast have one bed in it. Just in luck, Jackson found a small child's bed, in the right corner of the attic. He instantly pulled the covers up on it, lay on it, and pull the covers down. Jackson knew his sister would know of the bed, considering the surpisingly loud noises it made. His eyes slowly dimmed, and he fell asleep, with a peaceful look on his face.

[Synthesiss]

“see ya’ in the mornin’ guv’na!”
Sam dragged the ballpoint pen along the paper, her pencil case laid on the floor motionless, pens and paints and markers were stroon all over. Sam colored in the shadows of the zombie on her paper, and her cartoony self heroically rippled it with bullet holes— she doodled a silly face on the zombie for fun. Samantha was wrapped warm in a fleece blanket, her shoes were off, so her mismatching stripped socks stuck out. On the side, a paper cup cut in half served as an ashtray, a half smoked cigarette shrunk with every second, little bits of ash fell into the substitute tray. Sam didn’t like to smoke around Jackson, but she was under a lot of stress lately, the room smelled lightly of cigarettes, Sam would find a fan and air it out later. A little rook pendant rested on her collar, it had signatures on it, each from Sam’s buddies, she wondered if they were zombies to.

A ping of regret hit Samantha at the back of the head like a rock, her parents must be dead too; of course she didn’t care. They were stuck up ass holes anyways. It was Jack that she was worried about. The poor kid wanted a family, and Sam messed that up worse than a drunken bum reciting the alphabet. “Only god knows that buggar better,” Sam thought out loud. She tore a page out of the back of her sketchbook, and drew a fat cartoony English bulldog on its back taking a snoozle. Maybe Jake would like it.

Sam picked up her cigarette and puffed a bit.

[Panic]

Amber brushed a small bead of sweat that was starting to form off her brow. She had walked for almost the entire day, keeping to the shadows out of view. Her camping bag was digging into her, begging to be placed down for the night, her aching legs agreeing. Taking a sip from a water bottle, she looked for a suitable place to make camp. She desperately wanted a shower and a warm bed to sleep in, having spent the week making due in abandoned cars and sometimes less then that. She noticed a light flickering up ahead in the distance near the sun as it sank. She almost told herself to forget it and avoid any contact, not knowing what the light actually was but she soon had her pack back on and headed in the direction of the small beacon. The sun was nearly gone by the time she made out a large building, a promising camp if not for looting. She knew better then to rush in though and instead set herself up behind a row of burnt cars. She set her watch for 2 hours and told herself that if it was clear after then, she would set up camp. Her mind was already reeling with the possibilities the building held, from food to a warm bed, she wanted inside. Her hand absentmindedly played with her rabbit necklace as she waited her back against an ash covered car door.

[LonelyWanderer]

Amy looked towards the door upon seeing Gordon she jumped up and hugged him. "You're back from the dead!" She giggled. Did you find anything good she said releading him and looking at him curiously. Logan threw his cigarette down the balcony and walked back into the penthouse. He heard what gordon said so he reached into his pocket grabbed some advil and tossed him the full capsule. "So let me guess no more new survivors?" Logan asked clearly dissapointed.

[Raiu]

Gordon blushed a little when Amy hugged him, from what he could remember he (a soon to turn 17 boy) was...Ah hell. He is rather attracted to the recently turned 18 woman (January birthday?) Being hugged was nice. Very nice.

"Well, I woundn't say that... I mean, I didn't die...Did I?" The now confused semi-sane boy tried the juggle between his gun and the bottle of advil and, after a rather humorous three second hussle, he suceeded. Pulling away from Amy, Gordon bowed, acting like he ment for that to happen.

Popping two pills into his mouth and dry swallowing Gordon shook his head. "Not that I know of. I mean, I didn't go door to door but aparently one of the hotel staff got infected and I had fun poking it. It was rather fun."

((he dropped the stick when Amy hugged him))

[FallenAngel16]

Vanessa waited for a few minutes and after no hotel staff came, she went back to the elevator, taking it to the top floor to continue her search.

"I'll just work my way down from the top," she told herself.

Once she got to the top floor, she sighed in relief. The first thing she saw was a bright light from a vending machine and next to it she saw the ice machine. She ran straight to it and began to fill the pink ice bucket. While she waited she pulled out a few bills and brought a can soda and two packs of dorito.

She heard footsteps, and slowly backed away from the vending machine. In one hand she held the bucket filled with ice and in the other a can of coke, under her left arm were the two bags of chips. She heard a noise in the distance and froze, she hadn't brought a gun or a knife...She was going to get ice for crying out loud! She didn't think she needed to go armed. Now she wished she had.

Vanessa was just making her way down the hall when a zombie house cleaning lady jumped out of a room in front of her.

She'd never admit it but she screamed at the top of her lungs, dropping everything except for the coke can which she threw at the undead woman's head. She then took off down the hall, when she had nowhere else to run, she began to bang on doors. Of course her only way downstairs would be blocked by a zombie.

"HELP ME!!!" She yelled as she hoped and prayed that someone ALIVE would hear her.

[Synthesiss]

Sam looked up, she had been gathering all her stuff, Jackson was very organized so she didn't bother touching his stuff. A muffled sound came from the floor, like a scream of some sort, followed by a couple of thuds. Samantha's eye's widened "Time to get our arses moving Jack," she said, without waiting for Jackson to wake up and respond, Sam grabbed him and all their stuff and bust down the door, making a break for the fire escape.

As she flew up the stairs, Sam could make out limp figures struggling to climb the stairs "Damn maggots! How'd they get in here?"
She was so busy looking behind her that she didn't notice the zombie throwing itself at her. Sam slid to the side, just barley getting out of the dredge's way, "No way dirt munch, not this time," she said triumphantly. Of course Samantha basked in the moment for so long, she was up the stairs again.

She didn't stop until she saw the next door labeled "PH", Sam laid down Jackson on the wall and kicked the door repeatedly "Open up god damn it!".