[IC] Undead Summer

[Rusalka]

Damn was Izzy ever the lucky bitch in this situation, left with not one but two lovely blondes. It was a dream come true for the Latino chick, despite the damning situation of the living dead lurching and writing all about the very passages and stores of the mall, but fuck it, at least if a zombie finally sunk its teeth into her, Izzy would at least die happy, that is..if she could stop gushing enough to actually speak to one of these beautiful ladies. The first was Jen, and in Izzy's most honest opinion of her, she was muy caliente, but a bit of the downer was she seemed a bit high maintenance, and Izzy...Izzy just didn't really think she could keep up with that, but hell, that didn't mean she couldn't go for a one nighter with the sexy dame. Then there was Ellie, cute in a kawaii-anime sorta way, really Izzy's favorite kind of cute, soft blue eyes that expressed her every emotion, hair so blonde, it was like a cream white, and lips such a pale shade of pink that enticed the Mexican to want to kiss them already, but she refrained.

Besides, Ellie's thoughts seemed to lie elsewhere, judging by the pained expression that fell upon the cute girl's face. It looked to Izzy as though something were troubling the blonde deeply. Maybe like her, Ellie was worried what may have become of her familia or her amigos, if she had any. Not that Izzy was judging, and she would certainly be Ellie's friend...or more really.. "Hey chica, you alright? What's up?" Quietly Izzy whispered to her as she stepped over to the blonde, lifting away her zombie killing mask and sitting down next to her, close enough to get a good look at the girl's features, wrought were they with such worry, such fear. Also it occurred to Izzy that she called Ellie chica again. Well it meant "girl" and Ellie was a girl, duh, but Ellie did have a name already. Maybe chica could still work for her though, like a cute nickname.

[Drakeonis]

"Give me a bit, I'm on my way!" With a cringe, Abel pulled up the bloody hood, as the gate went up, and the karaoke machine flashed on and the speaker blasted the most inappropriate song ever. "Oh you're fucking kidding me." Despite the awkwardness the song created the dead had left the gate to go paw at the new noise. Yanking the rope that held his 'friend' Abel crept outside the store, sneaking past the zombies undetected. He kept a slow pace until the store was out of sight and he went in the direction of the control room.

He was pleasantly surprised that his idea had worked. The bloody hoodie, and zombie guard practically blended him in with the zombies. The zombie on the rope, lookeD perfectly normal to the others apparently; not that he was fucking complaining about it. "Buddy, you may be my greatest idea yet. I think I'll call you Bub." He laughed at his joke before continuing to the control room. The situation sounded bad over the phone, but Andy had saved his life when he needed it and he was going to return the favor somehow.

[Rinion]

with a loud crash the door started to crack open, it seemed like the stress from all the pressure was just to much for the old door, an arm reached in through a gap and Andy laughed, "Here`s zombie!!" he shouted only wishing he wasn't the only person to get "The shining" reference, he took another swig as he drunkenly slammed his wrench down on the zombies arm snapping it like a twig. the door wouldn't hold out much longer but then again if he was going down he was sure gona take a few with him.

[Krein]

Michael had taken up on John's suggestion of locating a map to find the control room. It had taken nothing buta mere two minutes to find one of those lit up displays ccontaining a map of the mall's floors and their layout. Complete with a handy "You are here" arrow, the control room was only made difficult to get to by the zombies roaming around.

Michael suggested that they take on only the smaller groups of zombies consisting of at least five. Larger groups would have to be avoided to save energy and avoid any casualties, and if the bastards were in the way, leading them away to create enough room to charge through was the next best thing to do.

It was fun. Michael actually did feel like a cross between Agent HUNK with his full head gas mask and the assassin Daud with his dragon blade. He felt empowered, and the adrenaline rush lasted him through all the way to the control room.

The fucking flesh eaters were everywhere, and already had begun to break down the only thing between the man in the room and their group of slobbering corpses.

"Come on you disgusting fucks! There's free, unblocked food right over here!"

Hopefully that would get there attention and lead enough of them away to give the control room guy an easier time. Michael and John would handle the zombies that came in their direction. With one fast and hard thrust of his blade, the massacre of corpses begun again...

[smarty0114]

John had never been truly scared. But as he and Michael dealt with the zombies that were trying to get into the control room, he felt legit fear. What was the student body president who worked at Hollister doing, killing zombies? He swung his bat into one zombies head with a sickening crunch, but another one took it's place. How much noise were they making? Would other zombies hear them? He stole a glance at Michael and noticed he was doing great with his collectible blade. Maybe a new weapon couldn't hurt.

[Rinion]

Andy hear the cavalry and he decided to open the door, "shit!" he said loudly as 2 zombies burst into the room, he smashed 1 in the head with his wrench so hard the wrench slipped from his hands the second pounced on him , Andy simply whispered "semper fi" as he placed his hands on the zombies heads and sharply twisted it, ther was a loud crack and with that the zombies neck was snapped, Andy pulled his wrench from the undead mess and staggered to his feet.

[Kautalya]

Elie turned her head to face Izzy, the girl she just a met a few moments ago. She didn't respond to her for a while, thinking if she should actually say what was bothering her. She didn't wanna be like one of those girls in anime that want attention. She never liked weak girls anyway and doesn't wanna be one. Shaking her head, she went ahead and told Izzy. It's better to tell someone what's bothering you...right? "I.." She paused for a moment but continued. "I have a dog, Lucky." She said with such a worried face. "He's the only friend I ever had. I really hope he isn't.." Sighing, Elie continued . "I hope he isn't dead. Since he can be pretty noisy and they seem to be attracted to sound." Elie smiled, "Thanks for worrying about me though."

[Drakeonis]

Abel yanked Bub's rope as they continued along to the control room. Straggling zombies got dangerously close to him, but otherwise they left him alone. The plan was startinmg to backfire in a way he never saw coming. The zombies around him began to flock to him and Bub making their own little horde. The new horde took his camoflauge to a whole new level, but all the dead around him made him incredibly uncomfortable, and one slip up he'd be an easy meal. Being surrounded by walking sacks of rotting flesh was not how he wanted to spend this day. "Zombies fuck everything up." At least he was almost near the control room,

[Rusalka]

Her dog...Ellie was worried about her dog. It wasn't to say that Izzy was an animal hater. Hell no, she loved all animals, and of course dogs were her favorite, but she knew how dogs were...well at least she knew how her dog Jefe was. The rottweiler was only a pup still when her dad rescued him from a bunch of thugs who ran dog fights back in Juarez. She remembered her father telling her mother he caught the bastards about to throw Jefe into the river, because they said the dog was no bueno when it came to fighting. It may have taken quite a few pesos, but Izzy's dad brought home the little pup and she and her family treated the little perro with much love and kindness, much more than what those fucking assholes could have done to him. To this day, that dog's been a member of the family as much as Izzy, and despite him sleeping in his usual spot at the foot of Izzy's bed or pawing at her to wake her up, soft the rottweiler definitely wasn't. He's a tough dog and won't let anything take him down, even some slow ass zombie, so really Izzy had nothing to worry about when it came to her pet. She was sure he could hold his own, but....she didn't know much of Ellie's dog..

"Hey..hey...it's cool, chica." Gently patting Ellie's back, Izzy smiled reassuringly to the blonde girl, looking into those soft blue eyes and just seeing Ellie's fears escalate as she thought of the horrors that may have befallen her favorite animal. "Dogs are tough, and I'm pretty sure yours is too. I don't think no zombie wants to mess with him when he bites their arm off or something. He'll be alright, okay? I know how you feel though. I worry about my mama and papa. They're not much of the fighter like I am, and I....if anything ever happened to them...I don't know how I could live with myself." True...Izzy hasn't really been the number one daughter lately, yelling at her parents, getting into fights with them almost every day, the last one driving her mom to tears. Such guilt would only consume her if she couldn't tell her mother and father how much she really loved them and how sorry she was...for being such a bitch. "That's why we need to get out of here, and get home...but...I'm pretty sure out there is just as fucked up...as in here."

[Kautalya]

Elie sat back, closing her eyes. "Don't worry about it." She smiled looking over at Izzy. "Thanks." Nodding her head. She continued speaking, "yeah. He probably made it out of there. Trust me, his name is Lucky for a reason." She giggled at the joke. "I understand. I know how it feels to worry about your loved ones. The only person I have is my Dog." She chuckled slightly. "I want to get home badly. I don't know what I would do if I see my dog missing." Grabbing a hold of her fire extinguisher she tightly held onto it. "I'll try my best to protect those who are important to me." Elie quietly said feeling proud of herself. She grabbed Izzy's hand and smiled, "thanks!" Letting go of her hand, Elie went ahead and filled her mind with thoughts.

[Krein]

Michael's mind snapped. Perhaps just in the smallest bit, but it snapped. Unwanted thoughts that Michael had been suppressing since the start of this whole fucked up mess came flooding into his mind. His parents lying dead on the ground with their insides torn out, his beloved avian pet lying on a bloody puddle pouring from its missing head...

Were it not for the gas mask, tears could have been easily spotted in his eyes even at such an inopportune moment. The last zombie that came for him probably would have grabbed him had its groans and snarls not snapped him out of his state of worry.

It ended up as one of the most gruesome objects of Michael's frustration. Instead of simply stabbing it through the head, Michael dodged it and kicked it to the ground like he would a door. Afterwards, he repeatedly kicked and stomped on its head and chest until nothing was left but a gorey mess.

"I want... to go home..." he gasped out. Michael dropped to both his knees. Where were his mom and dad? He began to shudder, his hands tightening over the hilt of the blade. For a split second he considered driving the thing through himself and put himself out of this nightmare. He wouldn't have to worry anymore about his parents, and could in fact probably join them right away...

[Kitty]

Jen closed the gate after they left and headed straight upstairs. She found the bed section and began moving things around. She had basically set up a little sleeping room with 4 queen sized beds meaning people would have to share. Then she had used some room separators to separate the sleeping area from a little area that could be for any injured or sick. Then she had set up a kitchen area where they could store food and stuff. Then in the bathroom she had put in some camel packs filled with water that could be used as shower type things since they were hanging from up higher. And everywhere was lit with some propane lanterns. Then she had also put up one of those pull up bars in a doorway so she and others could work out. "I think it works for a temporary little base if needed." Jen said to herself before grabbing a workout type outfit and heading into the bathroom to change. When she finished she came out in a pink sports bra and black cropped yoga workout leggings and a simple pair of black tennis shoes. She put her hair into a high pony tail with her bangs braided back and climbed onto the pull up bar and put her legs through the top part and did situps of a sort using the bar.
Jen may not look to be the smartest but she was a problem solver and could piece things together very well.

[smarty0114]

John panted as he killed the last zombie. He looked over to see Michael on the floor, obviously panicking. He went over to him and knelt down. "Hey dude, I get that you're probably freaking out, but you need to get up. There will be more coming soon and we can't be here when that happens. So get up, let's get the guardian angel from the control room, and let's get back to the others," John said, smiling. He'd always been good with people. It's what had gotten him so well liked back in school. Who knew he'd need that skill during the zombie apocalypse.

[Rusalka]

Kautalya said
She grabbed Izzy's hand and smiled, Letting go of her hand, Elie went ahead and filled her mind with thoughts.

Kitty said
"I think it works for a temporary little base if needed." Jen said to herself before grabbing a workout type outfit and heading into the bathroom to change. When she finished she came out in a pink sports bra and black cropped yoga workout leggings and a simple pair of black tennis shoes.

izzy blushed momentarily at the feel of another girl's hand on hers, an avid shade of pink bleeding through her slightly caramel colored skin. Really she was blushing the entire time she was sitting next to Ellie, but it only became more prominent when the blonde grabbed hold of Izzy's hand and Izzy felt her warmth radiating against her skin with the very touch. Almost she felt a little disheartened when Ellie parted from her. Such a cutie, and such a big heart she had. Izzy liked that alot about her. As she stood up after Ellie left and dusted off her dark grey jeans, she glanced around at Jen's handiwork, transforming the store into some sort of base of operations...or really just an indoor camp ground was how it looked to Izzy. Damn...so that's why she was bustling about. A surprised whistle parted her lips. Jen didn't waste time when it came to the end of the world. Always good was it to have someone at least prepared. Then she just had to see the girl step out in that sports bra. Oh hell yes....<3 True it was just a sports bra and and leggings, but still it was quite the eyeful to the Mexican girl, and damn was Jen so fine in just that get up, such wonderful curves and the magical way sweat just trickled off her body while she exercised. Though she did feel kinda bad, since Ellie was more her type, Izzy kept admiring the spectacle of this lovely senorita. Was it a bit hot in here to her? Maybe it was just the lanterns putting off heat.

[Drakeonis]

Right now Abel felt like he was packed in a can of tuna. A can of dead, slimy, rotting tuna. Why did he think of that? Now he felt like throwing up, and their were plenty of reason why that would be very hazardous for his health right now. This was probably some cruel joke the universe was playing on him for having faith in his stupid idea in the first place. To give it credit it worked just like it did in The Walking Dead, but this way way too much for him. The control room was close now, if he and Bub could inch out of the formation carefully, he could finally meet up with someone alive for a change. Gently he pulled the rope and inched to the side of the horde being extra careful not to bump into the any of the zombies real hard. Bub had hit a few as he was pulling him along but the zombies ignored it anyway which made him relieved. Shit he was almost there. A little bit more and he be out of the horde scott free. There was no way this could possibly go wrong. Oh fuck me!

And with that thought he tripped. Right on a stupid puddle of blood. There was some sick irony in this situation; somewhere. As he fell he reached to grab something before he hit the ground and grabbed right on to a zombie's shirt. His disguise was absolutely useless now. Luckily he was close enough to make a break for it now.

"See ya Bub!" He kicked his decoy zombie back into the horde in a lame-ass attempt to slow them down before he started running like a goddamn madman. "Why is my luck so damn bad?!"