Charles smiles through the pain and walks to the front of her as he crawls, "night night" as he stamped on her head knocking her out, while she is out he ties her to the ceiling light and watches as she hangs there in her ropey cocoon. all while having his M9 sights on her. he looked out in the corrode, the fire was spreading rapidly down the hall but he knew he would stay here till she admitted her weakness, then she would be freed.... but not without a Russian smile, he smiled at that idea.

((User pull back the insanity))

(id love to but its the chareter, its sole purpos is to be insane with no holds bared, ill try tho))

"Relax. If I intended to kill you, you'd never have seen my face in the first place. Trust me." Jim assured her, but he knew it wasn't enough. Looking at the situation, they had to get in the zombie-infested school.
Right. We infiltrate a zombie nest..
"So basically we have to trap ourselves in there, so we can meet up with survivors? This isn't a good idea." Jim said, but he knew they'll go inside anyway.
The screaming sounds like someone in need of help. Reason enough, I guess.
"Here's the plan. Since the entrance is full of them, the best course is to look for another entrance, but we don't have time for that. I'll lure them away from the gate, you sneak past them, I'll lose them and I'll find you inside. You go and save the girl. Get ready."
This is my craziest idea yet.
Jim then put the gun in his bag's side pocket and walked towards the mob, never looking back. He stopped two meters away from them, then started making a lot of noise, taunting them. When he got all their attentions, he walked slowly backwards, never breaking eye contact. As soon as the first zombie broke into a sprint, he did too, luring all of them away from the entrance while hugging the building walls so that Spencer can get in.

Spencer raised an eyebrow. "No no no. Thats a dumb idea. Jim. J-!" And then Jim left to proceed the plan. "No. Jim, Jim, Jim!" She called back whispering for Jim hear her. But nothing. He was already gone. "Dammit..." Spencer bit her bottom lips seeing ghat the zombies left the entrance. The plan did work but they had to stay together. Eventhough they just met, she didnt want him to die cause of a stupid plan, but that was on him. Spencer stood up jogging towards the entrance of the school walking in. "He-Hello?" She called out her bow aiming around as she looked around, she went upstairs searching.

Jim ran. The zombies followed. A few yards after, Jim saw an open dumpster and was met with two options. Hide in the dumpster, or use it to vault over the school wall. Option one meant he'll be trapping himself, only waiting for zombies to mob him. Option two means he'll be trapping himself inside the school, not knowing what awaits on the other side. He chose option two, hoping there were no zombies behind the wall.

Jim used the momentum to jump towards the dumpster and propel himself from it to vault over the school wall.

There were no zombies, but a nearby building burned.

He quickly removed his white coat to use it to counter the flames as he went in to check for people who needed help. He expected someone who needed rescuing from the fire, but what he saw was revolting.

Jim was at a corner two meters behind a man who stood over a bleeding...boy?Girl? Jim was confused, but it did not matter now. He had to help.

Jim, being skilled in stealth sneaked behind the seemingly insane man. He then used an attack he learned when he was training to be an assassin. A knock out punch, a quick blow to the side of the neck, perfect to temporarily disable guards, or in this case, hostiles that didn't need to be killed.

Jim was confident in his skills, but he still rushed to save the person, ignoring whether the man fell or not. He carried the person away from the man and looked for a safe place, even though there were no more safe places left.

Charles felt the hit but it diddnt hurt. hed been through worse and the guy got the hit a few cm's above where he should have. he turned on his heals and aimed his stinger and M9, "put her down or i kill you," he fired a shot of his M9 into the ceiling and started whistling in a high pitched tone. "now, i can stop the zombies in there tracks. but you will not be able to kill all 50 of them on your own. and shes in no fit state to help. so heres my proposition, you either rease her and give yourself to me. or you leave and zombies wont kill you or her. which one?"

Jim heard the madman ramble on, and then a shot overhead. He assumed that the man fired a warning shot. Jim wondered why the man stood, when he should have been knocked out. He executed the move perfectly, having trained using it, and then actually using it when he still went to assassinate politicians. He passed it off as the man's crazed sturdiness. He never needed to knock the guy out, only stun him, and it did the trick, as he now carried the bloodied person. He never stopped moving while carrying the conscious, but weakened person. "..but you will not be able to kill all 50 of them on your own...." Jim heard the man say, but the fires drowned what he said next.

I don't even need to fight. I've escaped worse situations than this. You go ahead and deal with your 50 zombies.

Jim ran, making sure the distance grew larger between him and Mr. Insanity, and the fire blocking the man's line of sight. Jim continued moving, shooting zombies that came too close, looking for possible escape options, he asked the person. "Are you alright? Let's get out of here."
Jim reached a dead end of a corridor where there was only a door and a window big enough to jump through. He knew opening doors in a building under fire was a bad move. Even if it wasn't on fire, the door might have contained zombies. He checked the window and saw an elevated platform 1 floor below he can fall on. It would keep both of them alive, but it would hurt. A lot.

He jumped, making sure he landed first and safe. He checked the person he was with and saw he or she was alright, if not a bit shocked.
Then Jim realized his mistake.

Spencer is still in the building.

Looking around, there were no zombies in the vicinity. Jim made sure to leave the person in his care able to fend off zombies by himself, and in a safe spot.

My body hurts.

Jim was in pain, particularly his back. He would have stayed there to rest, but he knew he should help Spencer. If she came across that crazy man, and the horde of zombies he lured, she might be in real trouble, so Jim moved towards the building again.

charles steps out into the corridor and fires the M9. "STOP, SHES MY PATENT" he keeps firing as he runs down the corridor not stopping for the fire, he sees the man stepping out the window and keeps running. he thinks to himself "if i die i go to my son... i live i can redeemed myself" he hits the window and smashes through it landing on the platform below, he knows the pain is there but he gets up. he sees the man walking into the building and he loses some more shots at him all the while screaming and whistling.

"I CAN HELP YOU!!"

Jon watched as Ky walked away and went upstairs. He turned and walked around until he found the kitchen. Denise mentioned that there were beans in here, so he searched for them. Finally, he saw the can and grabbed it quick. With a pocket blade, he cut it open and silently thanked the stupid universe for canned goods. He meddled and found an old spoon and started on the beans. He realized he hadn't eaten for more than a day until now, so in a few seconds, he was halfway through the can. He left it there unfinished, in case anyone else wants something to eat, and then went near a window where he could see the street.

He thought back to the man from earlier today. He mentioned being in a school, didn't he? The only school that Jon noticed on the area was a little far from here. That was good, since he did not want to cross paths with that man again, and he barely a vengeful person. If they're going to leave this house, he should advise his companions to stay away from the school, but he wasn't going to tell Denise about crazy men running around the place. He sighed and sat on the floor in front of the door, with his revolver in his hand and the machete by his side. He'd rather take watch now, since he didn't like the thought of not being able to keep two people safe.

"My head..... " Steph muttered, the ground she lay on wasn't the wood of the classroom. She was in a different place.
The floor was rough, her ears where ringing and she could hear inaudible voices and more gunshots.
It was getting warm.
Stephs eyes opened to the fire deep within the school.
She blinked a few times as she looked around, slowly sitting up as people fired shots and someone seemed to run back into the building.
She glanced to where she was, the roof to the ground floor.
She wondered how long she had been out, she was in a cold sweat and blood had clotted and dried around her face, she didn't want to know how she looked.
"Who had... what had..." Steph thought to herself confused as she groaned in pain.
She attempted to stand but could barely support her own weight. Her head thumped and legs felt fuzzy. She attempted a step but slipped back to a sitting position.
She began to stretch out her legs, attempting to bring some life into them, maybe she would be able to walk in the next minute or so...

Cyrus saw Steph slow and prayed that she knew what she was doing. He had enough in his hands. Dodging the undead was relatively hard, especially when they were both bleeding, which riled them up. "Almost net the door," he grunted. He pushed through the door with his good arm and stumbled outside. He ran to the front of the front of the school. He watched as a man jumps out of a window, and then Charles mimics him. He set Lillah down, most of the zombies were trapped inside. "You fucking psycho! First you ask for pills, and then you try and kill us all. It's four against one, we will kill you." He already had his P88 ready, but they needed to get moving. The horde was moving towards the crazy amount of noise they were making.

"god hes gone," he was still firing off shots "well ive lost all Intel on the bandits were about now" he said to himself. he took a long walk back to his supply bag, he bent over and changed his jacket for a long trench coat, he put a fed on and rummaged around for his un-sawnoff shotgun. he found it at the bottom of the bag and slung it round his back, he was carrying his bag with him when he got to the door, he layed her down and grabbed his bike and went off to find some food. hopefully he may find a grocery shop

"I seriously. Dont know why im doing this." She sighed looking around her bow aiming around just incase a zombie idiot decided to run to her. She kept hearing gunshots and walked towards it. She noticed some guy with a bag going to his bike and he left. Weird. But he left. "Waitt-!" She called out for him but he was gone.

Spencer came into the building to look for survivors not to see them run away, which was weird. She should probably get moving because there is a horde of zombies going towards her. "....Oh come on..." she bit her bottom lips turning around seeing one zombie in her face. Spencer grabbed her pocket knifenstabbing the zombie' head. She picked it right back up and ran down the stairs.

"I guesss. I am on my own now..."and it was the truth. Jim left her. This is why she shouldn't trust people. Spencer walked around the building thankfully she escaped the horde of zombies but all she had to do was to get out of there.... but from where? "Hello? Anyoneeee?" She said quietly but a little loud so people could hear her.

More voices, running, a bike driving off.
Steph should get moving, she opened her eyes once again and slowly began to stand up.
She looked around and moved towards a ladder, she used it to get down onto the ground and began to walk away.
She was unarmed, her coat and satchel where still inside the burning building and she was injured.
She moved towards the front of the school and moved into a small wooded area, a few bushes would block the vision of any zombies.
She almost fell but kept straight as she hobbled into the cover.

Jim entered the building right as he saw the insane man jump through the window. The building wasn't burning that much at his current location, but the smoke was definitely settling in.
"Hello? Anyoneeee?" Jim heard as he walked, ever so slowly, partly due to his seemingly broken back, and partly for stealth.
There's someone here! It might be Spencer!
"Spencer!" Jim yelled as he ran towards her voice, even as the pain pulsed through his back. Soon enough, he found Spencer, and without saying anything, he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the exit.
"Move quick. We need to get out of here. The fire's growing." Jim said as soon as he saw her realize what was happening. When they got out of the school, Jim saw the other survivor, the one he saved from the madman move towards a wooded area. Jim then led Spencer to that same place, trying to catch the attention of the survivor.

As Spencer was walking she noticed Jim yelling her name and running towards her. He actually came back for her? That was weird in so many levels for Spencer. Suddenly he grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the exit where they now saw a survivor with some wooden weapon. "Who is that?" She said her hand still being grabbed by Jim's. His hand was so soft, she never had another guy hold her hand so it was a little akaward and it will be embarrising if she started to blush out of the blue. "I saw some guy going on a bike. I think he must be some survivor aswell. I think he was the one shooting?" She shrugged looking at the survivor trying to catch her attention. It seemed like a her.

on his way leaving the school he heard someone wanted him to wait, he ignored it and kept going, within a couple of minutes he was at a petrol station, due to his bike being electric he was alight on fuel as he could peddle to create power for the bike, he was mainly looking for a truck of sorts as it would have the weight to shove things and the space for a mobile home of sorts, a place he could park his bike and maybe hold some freinds in.

Steph glanced over to the waving people.
She waved back, sat up against a small tree.
She was tired and aching and didn't want to move for a little bit.
"Who are you?" Steph asked the duo, holding hands in some kind of odd couple like way.

Jim and Spencer caught up to the survivor, who sat underneath a tree.
"Who are you?" The survivor asked. Jim heard her voice and knew she was a girl. His words were cut off as he noticed her eyes trail to his hand, holding Spencer's, and he realized the awkwardness.
He let go, and proceeded to talk.
"I am Jim. This is Spencer. I don't think you remember, but I found you in the school building and brought you outside. I hope you don't mind." Jim said.
"I was hoping we can stick together for a bit. I have some food and water, if you need them." Jim continued, his offer laid both to the stranger and to Spencer.