vanovick[Matt]
"Hurry, come on in!" Matt opens the media center doors for Irene, watching warily over her back to make sure there were no zombies right behind her. He looks her over, noting the bag slung over her shoulder. "Are you injured? What's inside the bags?" He asks her. He gives Kate a panicked look, unsure what to do, especially if Irene [i]was[i/] injured.
Kurt the zombie stares at his bag of weapons blankly. Put it... down? Kurt has forgotten how to put it down! Kurt lurches away toward the band room, still carrying the bag of weapons.
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[Matt]
"Now, we wait for Irene to come back. If she does, she's going to be followed by zombies. We're going to kill those zombies or at least hold them off long enough for her to get back in safely." Matt walks to the doors and looks out for Irene.
((gotta go for now ill be on again in 2 hours))
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"Now, we wait for Irene to come back. If she does, she's going to be followed by zombies. We're going to kill those zombies or at least hold them off long enough for her to get back in safely." Matt walks to the doors and looks out for Irene.
((gotta go for now ill be on again in 2 hours))
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[Matt]
He runs out of the room to see who had screamed. Are zombies in the room already? Matt comes to a stop before Christine, who had apparently attempted to commit suicide via pencil. "Oh god, Christine!" He pulls the pencil out of her eye and tosses it behind him in distaste. "C'mon, you can't do this! The blood will attract zombies, go bleed out somewhere else!" Apparently, someone else agreed with him. He watches with satisfaction as Christine is dragged outside.
He runs out of the room to see who had screamed. Are zombies in the room already? Matt comes to a stop before Christine, who had apparently attempted to commit suicide via pencil. "Oh god, Christine!" He pulls the pencil out of her eye and tosses it behind him in distaste. "C'mon, you can't do this! The blood will attract zombies, go bleed out somewhere else!" Apparently, someone else agreed with him. He watches with satisfaction as Christine is dragged outside.
[Matt]
"Yeah sure, Kate. Here, take one of these." He hands Kate a microphone stand and picks one up for himself. "These are light, strong, and we can use them to defend ourselves. Better than nothing anyways..." Matt swings the stand experimentally a few times.
"Yeah sure, Kate. Here, take one of these." He hands Kate a microphone stand and picks one up for himself. "These are light, strong, and we can use them to defend ourselves. Better than nothing anyways..." Matt swings the stand experimentally a few times.
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a good thing to do is to set up a CS sheet, and maybe have proper chareters.
Thank you for the concern, but I know what I'm doing.
[Matt]
"At least there aren't any shooters..."
I'm not sure if it's good or bad that we are in the media center... Many exits, but many entrances. Also, no running water, food, or weapons. Maybe in the back rooms I can find something.
Matt hurries off toward the back rooms, a perplexed expression on his face. Hopefully no one would be dumb enough to open the doors before he could find a working weapon.
"At least there aren't any shooters..."
I'm not sure if it's good or bad that we are in the media center... Many exits, but many entrances. Also, no running water, food, or weapons. Maybe in the back rooms I can find something.
Matt hurries off toward the back rooms, a perplexed expression on his face. Hopefully no one would be dumb enough to open the doors before he could find a working weapon.
Setting: R**** H*** High School
It is 2:00 pm when panicked voices over the intercom announce a school-wide lockdown, effective immediately. This is not a drill, and the voice says as much. Your class has been caught in the media center, and all exits are quickly locked. You all huddle in a back room of the media center, your reactions ranging from tense to frightened. At 2:10 the intercom crackles on with the voice of the principal, who announces in a grim tone that there are multiple shooters closing in on the school and that under no circumstances should anyone leave the room or building. He specifically instructs teachers to stay away from windows and to keep students away from them as well.
You and your class wait for hours with no news. Trapped in the center of the school, you are situated in an unfortunate deadspot, and the school wifi is down, so no phones can get a signal.
At 7:24pm, a loud crash is heard, followed by the lights flickering. Less than half of the lights turn back on, casting some areas of the room into hazy shadows. The rest of the school is similarly affected. It seems as if the power has been damaged. A few minutes after you heard the crash, you distantly hear pounding on the media center doors. Tentatively, a brave student is elected to venture out and check to see what the problem is.
"Oh my god...."
A few of you, huddled back in the room, ask what is happening. When he doesn't respond, you all rush out of the room to see what had happened. What you see shocks you into silence like your brave classmate.
The doors are smeared with blood. Through the red-tinted glass, you can make out figures biting and ripping apart a sobbing young boy, who stops struggling before your eyes. After a few more moments, the figures cease their violence and walk away, leaving the boy motionless and limp against the door. You continue to stare in shock, unable to believe what had happened, when the impossible happens yet again that day. The boy's limbs tremble and shake before finding the floor. He pushes himself to his feet, blood pouring out of his wounds, and walks away, his left arm dangling limply, only a string of flesh keeping it attached. The arm falls off as he lurches out of sight.
You and your classmates murmur to one another, one word in particular being passed around.
"Zombies..."
It is 2:00 pm when panicked voices over the intercom announce a school-wide lockdown, effective immediately. This is not a drill, and the voice says as much. Your class has been caught in the media center, and all exits are quickly locked. You all huddle in a back room of the media center, your reactions ranging from tense to frightened. At 2:10 the intercom crackles on with the voice of the principal, who announces in a grim tone that there are multiple shooters closing in on the school and that under no circumstances should anyone leave the room or building. He specifically instructs teachers to stay away from windows and to keep students away from them as well.
You and your class wait for hours with no news. Trapped in the center of the school, you are situated in an unfortunate deadspot, and the school wifi is down, so no phones can get a signal.
At 7:24pm, a loud crash is heard, followed by the lights flickering. Less than half of the lights turn back on, casting some areas of the room into hazy shadows. The rest of the school is similarly affected. It seems as if the power has been damaged. A few minutes after you heard the crash, you distantly hear pounding on the media center doors. Tentatively, a brave student is elected to venture out and check to see what the problem is.
"Oh my god...."
A few of you, huddled back in the room, ask what is happening. When he doesn't respond, you all rush out of the room to see what had happened. What you see shocks you into silence like your brave classmate.
The doors are smeared with blood. Through the red-tinted glass, you can make out figures biting and ripping apart a sobbing young boy, who stops struggling before your eyes. After a few more moments, the figures cease their violence and walk away, leaving the boy motionless and limp against the door. You continue to stare in shock, unable to believe what had happened, when the impossible happens yet again that day. The boy's limbs tremble and shake before finding the floor. He pushes himself to his feet, blood pouring out of his wounds, and walks away, his left arm dangling limply, only a string of flesh keeping it attached. The arm falls off as he lurches out of sight.
You and your classmates murmur to one another, one word in particular being passed around.
"Zombies..."
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~UPDATED~
[Situation]
The school is surrounded by zombies. Most of those outside are in the parking lot, or massed around the lower parking lot and tennis court entrance.
An explosion by the lower parking lot doors took most of the power out, and is allowing zombies to flood into the school. The school water system requires electricity, so until the power is repaired, there will be no running water.
The road to exit the school is fairly blocked up by abandoned cars. Cellphones function outside of school, but heavy traffic has rendered cellphones unreliable and sketchy.
Current Whereabouts And Statuses
Please refer to and update this Doc often so everyone can find where everyone is.
OOC chat can all be done here, without brackets, since this lovely site automatically creates an OOC thread for you!
~UPDATED~
[Situation]
The school is surrounded by zombies. Most of those outside are in the parking lot, or massed around the lower parking lot and tennis court entrance.
An explosion by the lower parking lot doors took most of the power out, and is allowing zombies to flood into the school. The school water system requires electricity, so until the power is repaired, there will be no running water.
The road to exit the school is fairly blocked up by abandoned cars. Cellphones function outside of school, but heavy traffic has rendered cellphones unreliable and sketchy.
Current Whereabouts And Statuses
Please refer to and update this Doc often so everyone can find where everyone is.
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