Jack was on the street wielding his 6 foot long battle-axe, watching as some zombies stumbled towards him. They were not ordinary dumb zombies, they had strength and speed. He ran up to the zombies and slashed at them, slicing off one of their heads, and severely damaging another zombie. The 3rd one leaped but Jack knew and threw his elbow back, hearing a crack as he made contact with the zombies nose. Unfortunately zombies don't care too much about pain, and the zombie made a second attempt to attack him. Jack finished him off with a slash, the zombies head falling off onto the street. Jack continued down the road, hoping to find survivors.

"Then it is decided"

Janette said, before going out she grabbed a small chair to use as weapon, it could only be used once but it was less risky than using the kitchen knife.
She slowly opened the door, trying to not make any noise.

"1...2... 6...10?...I see like 14 zombies out there..."

She then ran out of the bar and smashed the closest zombie on the head, the old chair broke into pieces but at least the creature was dead.

"Hurry up!"

She said before spotting Jack.

"Hey! You there!"

Evan groaned as his eyes slowly opened.

"N'ghh.."

A little louder.

"Ugghhh.." He sounded like one of them. How did this all happen so fast? Where did it come from? he thought. With what seemed to be all his strength at the moment, Evan pushed himself up off the floor of that dingy apartment. As he did so, he made sure not to cut himself on the fragments of shattered glass amongst the floor. For about twenty minutes he had been knocked out cold, but the reason was something he could not remember. A cold breeze slowly rolled in from the outside, ruffling the curtains of the living space, and causing the door at the other end of the room that was in a jar to open wider. A little disoriented from just awoken, Evan struggled to balance himself while walking across the carpet towards the open door, but finally managed after retreating through the frame. Looking down, Evan noticed he was on a balcony, about eleven feet off the ground. Upon further inspection, it was found the ladder wasn't stable at all, barely hanging off the metal platform Evan was standing on. Looking around, he spotted a few infected in the distance, but knew he needed to be on the move before he was found. All exits were cut off, and the rest of the apartment had been looted, so it was useless. At once, Evan lowered himself onto the platform, his hands tightly grasped the edge before dropping to the first bar of the ladder. He figured going as low as he could before it broke. Only about two more steps down before enough weight was drawn on the ladder for it to snap off its holding position. Immediately, Evan had arched his body like a banana and rolled off the impact he made into the ground. It was rough, but he didn't end up hurting himself.

"Gah.. christ. I got to get out of here." The metal clang that the rest of the ladder made hitting the ground was quite a loud noise, liable to alert nearby infected. Evan quickly scavenged what he could on the ground at a moments notice, finding a set of brass knuckles with spiky ends, before grabbing the fence beside the alleyway, and quickly hopping over. Almost immediately afterwords, he adopted a crouching position, stealthily moving from one block to the other, hopping over various objects and reaching the wall of the bar, pressing his back against the outside, hugging it. From there, Evan moved around the corner of the wall, just before the doors of the bar establishment. Few voices were heard from inside, though he couldn't make them out. Survivors? In a place like- all of the sudden that thought was shattered with a hand that came from behind Evan and grabbed him by his shoulder. In the heat of the moment, Evan shot his foot out behind him, causing the end of his boot to collide with the lower section of the zombie, making him stumble backwards. His right fist with the spiked brass knuckles were sent in a hooking motion towards that of the undead head. Each of the spikes drove through the temple of the infected, and the brass knuckles followed by smashing a hole in the skull, which damaged the brain, but did not destroy it. Evan quickly grabbed the zombie, turned it around and tossed it through the doors of the building behind him, being the bar. There without second thought, he moved in after the fallen ghoul beneath him which received a heavy stool that was dropped straight down along its open wound in the head, crushing the brain and thus killing its only life source.

Heavy breathing, Evan spoke "Guh..fuck. Looked like piece of hickory t-" His eyes slowly raised to something like a crowd before him. Looking at each of them, and then back to himself, in the current situation before standing up right. He knew none of them.

"Great. So now I'm here. How're we all doing?"

@Drakeonis "Okay me and Wires," She said, indicating Damian." are heading through here." Raven said, pointing at the route she took to get here. "I Know it's back tracking, but I've seen cars around, one of them might work." She then drew a trail that they were to take if they got a car. " We take this road and It will lead us to the front of the bar where people can easily get into the vehicle. Our best bet is to get a truck or van."

Jason Grabbed his bat and the pieces of metal he gathered and headed out of the bar after janette, seeing her smash a chair over one of the infected, then he noticed two zombies coming toward him. he swung his bat at the closest one hitting it in the head, killing it, the second one he hit in the torso knocking it down he finished it off by crushing its head. then he turned and saw janette calling to a guy with a large axe.

Jack looked up to see a girl call his name, and ran toward them. He stopped, breathing heavily "That...was close.." He gasped. He stood up after he regained his breath. "My name is Jack" He said softly, shaking his hair out, some blood splattering on the pavement. He whipped his battle axe, and an arch of blood also splatted on the ground. He scanned the area around them to see others come as well. "Do we have a plan of sorts?" He asked, kicking the road trying to get gum off his shoe.

"The name is Janette..."
She introduced herself before looking at Jason and Raven.

"This guys want to hotwire a car so we can get to the police department, we hope to find weapons there...or at least survivors."
Janette's attention was caught by the new arrival, Evan.

"Talking about finding more people"

"Names Raven," Raven replied. "You're trusty locksmith blah blah blah. " She made fun of her own commercial that once aired on television. She then eyed Evan. "Better check him for bites or cuts." she said.

"I believe I asked-" Evan stopped, shaking his head.

"Nevermind." Shuffling upright, he took a glance around the room again, noticing the small gathering within the bar, running his hand over the back of his head and adjusting the sling of the bag over his shoulder. His eyes would switch between Raven and Janette every so often, and Evan wasn't used to hearing what Raven said. Bites..not something you hear to be checked every day.

"I'm clean. I can assure you that much." His sleeves were rolled up, revealing no bites, and the bottom of his shirt with the same result. He turned around, allowing the group to see his back, and then dropped this, pulling up his pant leg and doing the same. No bites or any mysterious injuries were seen. Evan felt a little awkward in the group but shook it off with a smile before approaching the side of the bar, looking back over his shoulder every so often to make sure he wasn't being followed again.

Raven gave a nod of approval towards Evan. "So when do we move?" she asked, ready to get to a place that would supply more safety.

Without hesitation, Evan grabbed some booze off the counter, immediately cracked the top off and tipped it back, always enjoying a drink. He swallowed before replying.

"Well, I think now would be a better time than later. Can't all be locked up in here." Leaning against the counter, Evan looked at the rest of the survivors within the group, looking for either expressions of approval or something else.

Jack walked into the bar, watching the scene unfold. "Yeah I think we should get moving, cause the infected are not as stupid as we think. We cant be staying in one place too long" He said.

Damian laughed at the nickname. "Wires?" His glock was ready in his hand. He greeted their new arrivals. "I'm Damian hopefully the guy responsible for getting us a ride out of this hellhole." He turned to Raven. "I'm ready when you are, just to let you know its going to take me a little bit to get the thing started. I'm counting on you guys to keep the dead of me while i do."

@Drakeonis "I'll make sure you're not to be bothered during the process." Raven said smirking as she headed towards the back door. "When this opens we dart, don't slow down until we find a worthy vehicle, Ready?" She pressed against the door, ready to push it open.

Jason moved to the door "Ja, let's do this" he got beside the door with his bat at the ready and prepared to make a run for it.

Damian stepped up to door and took his place. He tightened his grip on his gun and checked the clip that held his only six bullets. "Ready when you are Boss Lady."

"Right lets do this." Raven said, kicking the door open, she then threw her pipe as if it were a spear, aiming for the head of a zombie. As the zombie fell, Raven ran to the fallen corpse and she pulled her pipe from it's skull. "This way!" she called, turning into the right alley way and taking cover.

Jack ran with them, swinging his battle axe, making contact with some unlucky zombies. Blood sprayed as the zombies fell, and Jack marveled in it all. He hated these creatures, and wanted them all dead. They had no purpose to be on this earth, other than to die by people like him. He rammed his battle axe into another zombie, then sliced its head off. He grinned and continued to follow the group

Raven watched as Jack slayed the zombies, he seemed as if he were enjoying it. " Having fun over there." she said smiling a bit. Though it was an apocalypse, Raven tried to at least shed light on the situation by either making small jokes or communicating with her comrades. Raven took time to study her surroundings >"Yes!" she exclaimed as she spotted a mid condition pick-up truck in the distance. "We've got a truck!"

(I thought i had opened the front door...ah it doesn't matter)

Janette followed the group, she was the last one to leave the bar, protecting the group's back.
She noticed Jack's fighting style was really wild, something that annoyed her a bit.

"Hey axe boy, make sure not to slice OUR heads off..."

She said while holding her knife tightly, suddenly a window got broken, a zombies saw the rest of the group pass by and tried to catch them, Janette stopped ruing, now being separated from the group but did not hesitate to stab the creature in the left temple, killing it instantly.
Killing the zombie made her waste time so she had to run faster in order to catch up with the group.