[Derek]
You walk towards the sound only to find your school police officer, Mr. Vitale, locked in combat with a horde of zombies. You grin, Today must be my lucky day...Although I do wonder why he's not using that gun of his. You glance back at your group and tell them to fall back for now, they obey and retreat to a safe spot, silently watching. You leap into the fray, weaponless. I can't have him knowing my true strength after all...It is awfully suspicious for a student to bring an actual weapon to school. Breaking their necks should be good enough. Since once the spinal cord is severed, the brain has no way to send signals to the rest of the body--even if the zombie manages to survive the blow. You proceed to kill a majority of the zombies, about seven if you had to guess, while the police officer finishes the rest with a combination of stabbing with a knife and whacking them with a baton. You act like you're exhausted, seemingly out of breath and ask, "Mr. Vitale, are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine, thanks to you. What's your name?"
"Derek Strasser. And it wasn't much help, you probably could have handled it easily, considering you have a gun and all," you say cordially, holding out a hand to shake.
Mr. Vitale shakes your hand, "Nice to meet you, Derek. No, I couldn't use a gun since the noise only draws more of those wretched zombies around here."
"Well, I'm glad I could be of help. Do you know what the situation is like outside?" you ask innocently.
"I know that they have a quarantine set up, but," he leans closer and whispers, "It'll be a while before we receive any sort of help. I'd rather you keep this a secret, otherwise there might be mass panic. But you should wait it out in a classroom where you're safe."
You nod, "I understand, Mr. Vitale, I'll just do that."
He gives you a strained smile, Most likely exhausted and stressed by this whole situation...
"Mr. Vitale! Behind you!" you feign shock, pointing your finger at nothing while reaching for your knife with your right hand.
The instant he turns his head, you leap towards him and stab him in the back of the neck. He dies and you stand over the corpse triumphantly, grinning like a maniac, "Nice knowing you Mr. Vitale, while it lasted that is."
Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that two of your followers have started fleeing, one going up the ninth grade stairwell while the other runs down the hallway.
"You know guys, if you would just listen to me, nothing like this would have to happen," you deftly pick up Mr. Vitale's gun, disengage the safety, and shoot the one running up the stairs through the side of her head. Then you aim at the back of the second's head and fire. Both bodies crumple to the ground and you motion the remaining followers to come over. You start looting the corpse, taking the kevlar vest and police duty belt with a tazer, can of mace, flashlight, handcuffs, first aid pouch, radio, baton holder, and magazine pouch. You then pick up the fallen weapons, the knife and baton, and put them in their respective spots on the belt. Putting the vest and duty belt on, you smile sadistically, Can't wait to try out some of these on people...but first. You notice a horde gathering, as a reaction to the two gunshots. You hand Nicholas a knife and say, "Prove to me your loyalty. And that you can fight. The rest of you get to somewhere safe nearby. I'm pretty sure you all know what happens to those that try to escape from me, however."
Their faces pale, they stammer out a verbal agreement and hide somewhere close by, trying to make themselves less noticeable. Your eyes light up at the thrill of a battle, "It's really fun killing things, you know."
"I'll keep that in mind," Nicholas replies, warding off a zombie with awkward motions.
If he proves himself, I could teach him later on how to use that knife more effectively. Maybe.
You pull out your dagger and start a zombie slaughterfest.
No more zombies stand before you. You look around, noting the crass amount of bodies piled up. Nicholas is panting heavily beside you, sustaining minor scratches and injuries from the fight. Hmm. That was fairly impressive of him, managing to avoid severe injury. I wonder if those scratches will turn him into a zombie or something. That'd be a sight to see. Although it would be a shame since he has some use. For now.
You meticulously strip the other dead bodies of any valuables or useful supplies, "You guys, come over here to carry this stuff. We're going back to the classroom."
You twirl the officer's car keys with one finger,This first expedition has been a very successful one indeed.
You walk towards the sound only to find your school police officer, Mr. Vitale, locked in combat with a horde of zombies. You grin, Today must be my lucky day...Although I do wonder why he's not using that gun of his. You glance back at your group and tell them to fall back for now, they obey and retreat to a safe spot, silently watching. You leap into the fray, weaponless. I can't have him knowing my true strength after all...It is awfully suspicious for a student to bring an actual weapon to school. Breaking their necks should be good enough. Since once the spinal cord is severed, the brain has no way to send signals to the rest of the body--even if the zombie manages to survive the blow. You proceed to kill a majority of the zombies, about seven if you had to guess, while the police officer finishes the rest with a combination of stabbing with a knife and whacking them with a baton. You act like you're exhausted, seemingly out of breath and ask, "Mr. Vitale, are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine, thanks to you. What's your name?"
"Derek Strasser. And it wasn't much help, you probably could have handled it easily, considering you have a gun and all," you say cordially, holding out a hand to shake.
Mr. Vitale shakes your hand, "Nice to meet you, Derek. No, I couldn't use a gun since the noise only draws more of those wretched zombies around here."
"Well, I'm glad I could be of help. Do you know what the situation is like outside?" you ask innocently.
"I know that they have a quarantine set up, but," he leans closer and whispers, "It'll be a while before we receive any sort of help. I'd rather you keep this a secret, otherwise there might be mass panic. But you should wait it out in a classroom where you're safe."
You nod, "I understand, Mr. Vitale, I'll just do that."
He gives you a strained smile, Most likely exhausted and stressed by this whole situation...
"Mr. Vitale! Behind you!" you feign shock, pointing your finger at nothing while reaching for your knife with your right hand.
The instant he turns his head, you leap towards him and stab him in the back of the neck. He dies and you stand over the corpse triumphantly, grinning like a maniac, "Nice knowing you Mr. Vitale, while it lasted that is."
Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that two of your followers have started fleeing, one going up the ninth grade stairwell while the other runs down the hallway.
"You know guys, if you would just listen to me, nothing like this would have to happen," you deftly pick up Mr. Vitale's gun, disengage the safety, and shoot the one running up the stairs through the side of her head. Then you aim at the back of the second's head and fire. Both bodies crumple to the ground and you motion the remaining followers to come over. You start looting the corpse, taking the kevlar vest and police duty belt with a tazer, can of mace, flashlight, handcuffs, first aid pouch, radio, baton holder, and magazine pouch. You then pick up the fallen weapons, the knife and baton, and put them in their respective spots on the belt. Putting the vest and duty belt on, you smile sadistically, Can't wait to try out some of these on people...but first. You notice a horde gathering, as a reaction to the two gunshots. You hand Nicholas a knife and say, "Prove to me your loyalty. And that you can fight. The rest of you get to somewhere safe nearby. I'm pretty sure you all know what happens to those that try to escape from me, however."
Their faces pale, they stammer out a verbal agreement and hide somewhere close by, trying to make themselves less noticeable. Your eyes light up at the thrill of a battle, "It's really fun killing things, you know."
"I'll keep that in mind," Nicholas replies, warding off a zombie with awkward motions.
If he proves himself, I could teach him later on how to use that knife more effectively. Maybe.
You pull out your dagger and start a zombie slaughterfest.
No more zombies stand before you. You look around, noting the crass amount of bodies piled up. Nicholas is panting heavily beside you, sustaining minor scratches and injuries from the fight. Hmm. That was fairly impressive of him, managing to avoid severe injury. I wonder if those scratches will turn him into a zombie or something. That'd be a sight to see. Although it would be a shame since he has some use. For now.
You meticulously strip the other dead bodies of any valuables or useful supplies, "You guys, come over here to carry this stuff. We're going back to the classroom."
You twirl the officer's car keys with one finger,This first expedition has been a very successful one indeed.
