Another living human? Morgan really, really didn't want to play Hero. She wasn't the type to, and helping the man could mean her own death. Though, what was she was even thinking? Had her humanity and morals already disappeared? What kind of person would Morgan be if she left someone to die? She had promised to live for Petra; not some stranger she didn't know. But with three zombies in front of him and one crawler sneaking up from behind, his death was more likely than hers. If there was any chance to save his life, it had to be now.

"Hey, you!" Morgan called out, clearing the remaining shattered glass from the windowsill before stepping through the broken window. Once over, she'd approach the crawling zombie to dispatch it with her bat. "If you plan on living, stop worrying about them and get over here!"

@Kuro

(Damn another 6)

Rabbit takes another puff off the blunt, laughing "This is some good shit, i can hear voices...man, hahaha"
"No wait...those are voices man, a girl's voice dude." He says scrambling to his feet.
He casually strolls over to the edge of the roof just in time to see some hot chick with a bat, bash a zombie's head in.
"Gnarly man."
Rabbit sees three more zombies moving in on some dude on the ground, probably her boyfriend ,he sighed.
A light bulb went off in his head, as he looked at the broken airconditioner unit beside him, then down at the three zombies.
"Bomb's away!"
Rabbit shoved the unit over the edge, hoping to take out some of the zombies below.

@HEAVY METAL

(Shit i rolled a 1) roleplayerguild.com/rolls/21833

Having distracted the zombies enough to take only one down felt a lot like bad luck. How many Hail Mary's had he prayed in his confession? Hell, when even was his last confession? 'Forgive me Father for I have sinned. I've killed two diseased human monsters and one of them I used hand out soup with on Wednesday nights.' Yeah...

In that moment, before he could face the next lumbering zombie, a woman appeared from a window behind him, clearing out broken glass with her baseball bat. Not only that, but she seemed completely capable, dispatching a crawling biter with a single wicked hit from her bat. When he heard her call, Keller decided her plan was leagues better than facing another two or three zombies in this alley.

Then, as if on queue, the Big Man upstairs needed to keep Isaac in line; inches away from him, some sort of hulking mass of plastic and metal came crashing down, sending pieces flying in all directions. Isaac brought his injured arm up in just enough time to deflect a small amount of debris that came at him. Looking up, he saw a man's head sticking out over the edge of the roof ledge.

Rather than linger on the thought of why someone had tried to kill him, all while he was in the middle of a throng of zombies... The benefit of the doubt would be that maybe he was trying to help? Isaac would go with that for now. After the sound of that huge crash and clatter, he was sure many more hungry mouths would show up in the alley at any moment. Getting to his feet again, Isaac turned toward the woman and made his way in her direction, back through the way she had came.

"Hey. It's safer up here ya dumbass, zombies can't climb." yelled the dreadlock hippie.
Then he pulls out a paintball gun, "I'll distract them, and y'all come up."
"This calls for real damage." he says as he pours the marbles into the plastic container.
"Eat shit, you zombie fucks!" Rabbit screams as he opens fire on the zombies.

@HEAVY METAL
Rolled a 5 ,critical hit.

Her plan should've went fine.

Keyword: should've.

She hadn't expected a hail of shrapnel to come her way after finishing off the crawler. Nuts, bolts, some other miscellaneous objects; Morgan couldn't really tell what had come flying at her as she panicked, shielding herself with her arms from the incoming debris. Perhaps it was pure luck that nothing struck her, at least somewhere it would cause a grievous injury. Or perhaps it was the kevlar she wore, protecting her body as it should've protected the soldier she took it from.

Either way, Morgan wasn't really interested in sticking around. Not while she was surrounded by zombies and an apparent paintball gun-armed mad man on the roof, she figured, that had nearly just killed them. It seemed that the priest had the same idea, pushing himself off the ground to make it over to where she had come from. Following his lead, she climbed back over the window and waited for him to get inside before trying to shove the bookshelf in place of the window to keep out any other zombies or threats.

Kuro has hacked the dice system, another 6 roleplayerguild.com/rolls/21838

"Bless you," Isaac coughed, chest heaving. "I'd be dead out there if not for you," his light Haitian accent colored his praise of Morgan. The way she commanded her bat, and the ease with which she barred the way in the wake of their escape caused him to marvel at her in a sideways glance. From head to toe, Morgan appeared to be built for this, from bat to bullet proof vest.

"That man upstairs, he was trying to distract them, yes?" Isaac paused to rotate his shoulder, still sore from dislocating it earlier. "Or... was he aiming for us?" His brow arched as he regarded the woman. If the shrapnel and barrage of marbles pointed to anything concrete on the man's intentions, it was obscured from him at the moment. As it stood, they were safe for the moment. "I'm called Isaac," he added to his slight savior. For now, he'd need to arm himself with something--anything.

Casting around, Isaac opened cabinets and searched behind doors in the immediate room for some sort of blunt or sharp object.

@wanderingwolf
Nice roll 5

Rabbit watched as the girl of his dreams went back into the window which she came out of, and her dad followed.
"Bummer dude."
"Maybe i should follow them, right after i get high that is."
Rabbit walked back over to his makeshift shelter on the roof, and hit the bong he made in shop class.
"Bad first impressions dude, i gotta do better next time, like maybe not call em dumbasses." laughed Rabbit.

Thomas watched the carnage in the street below with a smile of pure joy. So much blood! So much gore! Although the best part of about all of this, no one would ever try to send him to the mental hospital again. Only one thing left to do, he though join the fun.

Then he began Searching for a weapon

@Kale19
roleplayerguild.com/rolls/21840 (2)

"This'll gotta do." Said Thomas grabbing the hanger. Luckily he was a master at the art of hitting things, he learned that from his first kill. He turned around and began heading out down the stairs.

@Kale19
roleplayerguild.com/rolls/21841 (2) not your day bud.

Thomas ran down the stairs, clothing hanger in hand but stopped at the sight of a little girl. He wasn't sure whether she was human or zombie, but he could find out from her dead body.
Kill her, then take the doll

"I think..." Morgan gritted her teeth as she pushed the shelf in place. "I think he was trying to help us. Even then, he nearly killed us in the process." She continued, then leaning against a wall to rest temporarily. Her gaze met the door, with its lock broken and battered from her break-in. Was it a good idea for them to lay low here, to wait until this all blew over—if it even would blow over? Or was it better to catch their breath and get out of dodge while they still could?

Figuring it was worth asking, Morgan spoke up again. "Morgan," She responded, watching Issac pull a hidden machete from within a cabinet. Something told her that she didn't want to guess why the machete was there; this place was already enough of a house of horrors. But at least it was another weapon they could use to defend themselves.

"So," She anxiously tapped her fingers against her leg. "What do we do now? Do we stay here? Do we try to find help?"

Thomas ran down the stairs, clothing hanger in hand but stopped at the sight of a little girl. He wasn't sure whether she was human or zombie, but he could find out from her dead body.
Kill her, then take the doll

roleplayerguild.com/rolls/21842 (graze)

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roleplayerguild.com/rolls/21842 (graze)

You straighten the hanger out like a mini spear, and poked her across the face,just enough to piss her off.She drops her dolly, and tries to bite you.

roleplayerguild.com/rolls/21843 (critical hit)