[Infernal Hearts]

**Anyone May Join** I prefer longer posts... but, it's okay if it's short. Just don't let it be like... 2 sentences, unless you can't think of ANYTHING else to post. There are only two rules: No Godmoding && no OMG SUPER DUPER STRONG characters. They can be strong, they can be badass and awesome-sauce... but, they need at least one or two weaknesses. I will start an OOC thread... just for this. Post there if you haz any questions?


It started out on a regular Friday afternoon. People were happy to get out of work, rushing home to their families - ready to kick back and relax. Maybe have a drink or two... Maybe go out on the weekend? Hang out with friends or family? Doing some yard work? But no one got to do any of those things because this was night, life as we knew it... ended. This thing... this virus... had been going around for weeks. No one understood what was going on. People that died... would stay dead, right? They wouldn't get up and start eating their loved ones, or their friends, and even random strangers, right? No... they were wrong.

At first they thought that some people had just went crazy, but that was proved wrong. Then, they thought maybe some criminals escaped the local prison... but that was proved wrong when they shot them full of wholes, and they never went down.

There were news reports, there were newspapers and the local governments, telling the people not to worry; this was nothing - it will pass. But they were wrong. The police tried to stop them, but they were ripped to shreds and they, too, eventually turned into the horde that ravaged the city. One scratch, one bite, from these... things... that were once human, you would turn. It could take weeks, days... or maybe even minutes... No one knew. No one knew anything.

The military was called in -- The Martial Law was in effect. Martial law, by loose definition, means that the government could detain and sometimes punish those that were deemed to be threatening. This is the night all hell broke loose.

People were arming themselves with whatever they could get their hands on. There was a bull rush on guns and ammo stores nationwide. Sometimes, these people didn't even pay for what they got. They would rush in, grab whatever was left, and rush back out, thinking they were ready to face what was hiding in the darkness. All land lines and cellular phones, including the servers, were down. There was no communication... no internet... no nothing but static, screams, and silence. They had been trying, on the televisions, to get people to safe houses... but soon, the safe houses were overrun. The hospitals, the police stations, the schools, the malls... were destroyed or flooded with those... things. Where could you go? What could you do? Again, no one knew.

Kim sighed, leaning against the door. She looked out the small peep hole, looking outside. She wanted to make sure none of those things were out there. There was a couple across the street, but, hey… that’s what the guns were for. She looked over to her friends. One was holding the door knob… “This isn’t a good idea,” James said. “We can’t. It’s not--”

Kim sighed. James was a bit older than she was, but he sure didn’t fucking act like it. She was 19; he was 24. What a fucking coward? Ugh, she tried to calm herself. He was just afraid. All of them were. “We have no choice, James.” She looked back to the rest of her friends, hiding in the back room. She gave James one of the guns. “We need to get food and first aid supplies. We’ve already tried 7-11... They were empty. We have to get to the car, and we have to get to the superstore.”

“But what if they’re empty, too?”

Kim gave a breath. Yeah, what if it was? “They’ll have something. I’m sure of it. Even if it’s just a little bit… it’s better than nothing, which is what we have… If there isn’t anything on the shelves, we can go into the back.”

“But what if those things are in there! That’s a big store. They could be hiding anywhere and--”

“James!” She looked to him. His eyes snapped wide. “We don’t have a choice! If you’re just going to complain about it, then I’m just going to leave you here! We don’t have time for this. The sun might have just came up, but we don’t have a lot of daylight. We have a lot of things to do, in very little time. Do you really want to be stuck out there with those things at night?”

James looked like he swallowed his heart. “No.” His voice was shaking.

“Alright. I know you’re scared, but… just fight through it. You can do it.” She looked up into his eyes. “Okay? Just stick by me and you’ll be alright.” She handed him ammo, turning off the safety of the gun. That was another thing they’d need to get. They needed ammo and maybe more guns. She was damn happy that her father had taught her how to shoot a gun… or they might have been dead already.

She had found her friends, driving back towards the dorms. She told them it would have probably been the worst they could do. They were crazy, that’s why she started towards her parents house, that day… it had been a couple of weeks since then. They had quickly ran out of food. With each person that came in, the supplies just disappeared more and more.

Kim looked back out the peep hole. God, where was her parents? She didn’t know… She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. She hoped they were still at work? She hoped they were okay, but she wasn’t putting her hopes up. She didn’t want to put herself up for disaster… for heartbreak. Those thoughts were still bouncing around in the back of her head, haunting her like the moaning outside that front door. She breathed slowly. It was time.

“Okay,” she said, building her courage up. She reached into her pocket, pulling out the keys. “…Let’s go.” She looked over to James as he literally ripped the door open. They rushed out, slamming the door behind them. They rushed towards the car, pulling the doors open. There weren’t a lot of zombies out there, so they could move through them easily. Once James shut his door, they backed out of the driveway - the tires squealing. She kicked the car into gear and floored it. She swerved through the languid bodies moving towards her.

“What are you swerving for? Hit the fuckers!” James yelled.

Kim looked over to him. “My car won’t handle the damage! It’s a fucking neon! It’s not exactly powerful!”

James grumbled and once she got into a clearing, she drove even faster. The Superstore wasn’t that far away, but… there were a lot of things that could happen. She handed the other gun to him. “Hold onto it. Once we stop, give it right back to me.” James nodded and she continued swerving. A couple of them tried to reach for them; lines of coagulated blood streamed against the windows and windshield. They were close enough… close enough for Kim to see their glazed over, white eyes that once held so much life… whether it be good, or bad. Close enough for her to see every piece of flesh that hung off their bones. She tried not to look at them, but it was a bit harder than she thought.

She looked over to James… He was having the same problem. She gave a breath. “Don’t look at them,” she said as she drove. “It’s best to just… look forward. It’ll give you nightmares.” She said. “We have enough already.”

James looked over to her, looking away from the blood streaked windows. “I used to know them,” his voice was full of pain. “I just… hate seeing them like this.”

“So do I, but… all you can do is pray for them.” She hated saying that. Pray? Pray for them? Who would answer those prayers? No one. There was no God. There was no one listening to them, nor was there ever. How could anyone, or any thing, let this happen? What were those Christian bastards say now? Was this a part of God’s plan? Was it God’s plan to have everyone on Earth to turn into flesh-eating, decaying and decomposing… things? Was it God’s plan for everyone to suffer through this? To see the people they love and care for turn into zombies? What kind of God would do such a thing? Exactly. There was no God.

They finally pulled into the parking lot of the Superstore. There were abandoned cars all over the places, but she easily maneuvered around them. She stopped and James immediately handed her the other gun. She paused for a moment and placed the keys deep into her pocket, wrapping them around one of her pants belt straps. They couldn’t afford to lose them. If they did, God help them. She looked back to James. There were a couple of zombies lingering around, but they could get through them. Hopefully.

“On three,” she grabbed the door handle. “One…. Two,” she breathed. “Three,” they pushed the door open and slammed them shut, rushing towards the door of the superstore. One of the glass doors were shattered… which wasn’t a good thing. There was blood staining the white and pale green tiled floor. She looked over to James. “Keep close to me!” She told him. He ran towards her, keeping close to her side. “Get one of the shopping carts.” He reached for one and pulled it in front of him.

It was a deadly silence… and it was dark as hell. The only light was flooding through the broken glass windows in the front and the flickering lights in the aisles. It was eerie. The hair on the back of her neck stood on it’s ends. She moved through the store, going towards the closest aisle. “Grab anything and everything that you see. If it’s bad, we’ll throw it out when we get back. Mostly grab cans of stuff.. They last the longest.”

James nodded as they made their way down the aisle. There wasn’t much left, but they grabbed everything they could. A lot of things were on the floor, but they’d take anything they could. “Olives, lots of them.” She put them in the cart. Truthfully, she hated them but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Heh, she’d love to have that privilege again. How stupid she was for taking that for granted?

“Oh, look!” James bent down and picked up a small dented can. “Corn!”

Kim looked back to him and smiled. “Heh, you’re favorite.”

He gave a breath and threw it into the shopping cart. “Yeah, shut up.”

As they made their way through the store, they were surprised at what they found. It wasn’t as empty as they thought it would be. Maybe people just didn’t have time… to get here? There was actually a few straggly bottles of water, some pickles, lots of beans, and a few other things. They were glad they came here, because… if they didn’t get it, someone else would have.

“Okay,” Kim looked to him. They had found another cart, and had filled it as well. It might take a bit to get it into the house, but… they could do it. If everyone helped. “Alright,” she said, making her way towards the front of the store. “Let’s get all of this into bags… double bag them… triple bag them if you have to. We don’t want them falling out or anything.”

James nodded and he stopped. His eyes were wide… frightened, scared. She looked up to him and over towards the door. There stood one of their professors, Mrs. Gorr. A few of them were behind her, surrounding the car. Mrs. Gorr was definitely dead. The whole left side of her face was burned flesh, some of her jaw bone was visible. Her hands were covered in blood, as was her throat and… most of the rest of her. She groaned and moved towards the both of them slowly. “BAG THEM!” Kim yelled, grabbing his gun and she moved forward, pulling up her gun and firing. Mrs. Gorr gave a horrible dead scream before she jolted and fell to the floor, a coagulated puddle of blood spreading behind her. The others looked up and walked towards her. She fired both guns, killing as many of them as she could that were around and surrounding the car. God, what were they going to do?

James came behind her and opened the back doors, putting the bags in, keeping some of the zombies off by pushing the cart into them, making them fall down. They were stupid anyway. It would take five minutes for them just to get back up again… if they even bothered. She threw him the keys. “Start the car!” She yelled. He nodded and got in and started the car. Some of the zombies turned towards the car and she ripped the door open, kicking one back. It ripped her shoe off, but she didn’t care. They pulled out of the parking lot, heading back towards the house.

“Oh My God, Kim. Are you alright?” James yelled. He was panicking again.

“Yes, I’m fine! Just calm down and don’t total my car.” She said, loading the guns.

“I’ll try not to!” He said, swerving hard away from a group of them. Kim growled as she hit her head against the glass. Ugh, she thought reaching up, cradling her head in her hands… that would be a big headache.

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Micheal finished setting up the radio equipment and looked over his handy work. Hopefully it would work, and hopefully he wasn't the only survivor in the range of it. reaching over and pulling up a chair Micheal began broadcasting.

"This is Micheal Besemer at one forty-three Walnut Avenue. Is there anyone out there still alive? If you are and you can reach your roof please paint 'survivors inside' in big bold letters. I have an old armored truck that will hold twenty people. I will come to get you if you do this. Between the hours of twelve and sixteen hundred, or noon and four pm I will be driving around town looking for survivors. I will start driving around tommorow so you will have to try and last one more night. I have plenty of food and ammunition to support about thirty people so once I get to thirty people here at my place I won't be able to take anymore, but I will be working on making more room and gathering more supplies so i can take on more people. Please do not come to me, it's too dangerous, but i will be coming to you. Remember starting tommorow between noon and four pm I will be driving around town to pick people up."

Micheal heard gunshots outside his window. He reached over and picked up the .300 mag Winchester with the telescoping lens scope on it. He opened one shutter on the window and pointing the rifle out looked over to the Supermart that was next door. He saw a couple of teen kids throwing supplies in the car and then driving off. He ran through the house to a window that would show him a good view of the street they were on. Hopefully they were nearby and he wouldn't have to go far to get them, if they wanted help. plus he didn't know how many people were with them. Again using the scope he saw a fat man of a zombie walking out into the middle of the road in front of the teens. There was no way they would be able to dodge him in time, and no way that little rice burner would handle hitting something that big. He pulled the gun tight into his shoulder and reached into a pocket and loaded in a bullet. It was a ballistic tip that he had modified himself. It would hit it target and explode, and with the fat man out there it was a good chance to see how big the explosion would be. Sighting down the scope he took a breathe and held it.

BOOM! The gun let out a deafening roar and the bullet sped off towards its target. It hit the fat zombie dead center in the chest and then the ballistic tip exploded. The upper half of the zombie blew apart sending coagulated blood, guts and other debris flying everywhere.

"Damn, that had more kick to it than I expected." Micheal set down the rifle and began to slowly rotate and rub his left shoulder. He could feel the ribs in his left side throbbing. The same ribs he had broken when thrown from the Hummvee he was in when the roadside bomb went off in Iraq. Damn it hurt...they had been healed for maybe three weeks now, but if he moved the wrong way, or bumbed them just right it would hurt almost as bad as when he broke them.

Well the rounds worked good, and would deffinately be handy when dealing with the zombies. Micheal looked to the teens in the car and then saw the colledge dorms just off to the right...He thought he saw movement on the roof of the barracks and picked up the rifle again and looked over to the roof. He could see about four or five kids on the roof with what looked like paint cans. Good that meant someone had heard him. Micheal set the rifle down and ran downstairs. He slid into the kitchen and snagging a corner he whipped himself around a small wall and towards a set of stairs. He leaped and landed on the first lower landing and then took a few steps before jumpin again and landing on the basement floor.

Reaching over to the left he hit a couple of light switches and revealed what was hidden in the dark. Shelves upon shelves were stocked full of food, and other supplies and he turned to a door that was near the lightswitches. Opening the door he walked into a room full of guns, ammo and other supplies that a military armory would have. Grabbing a few things Micheal threw on a bullet proof vest, and a few other peices of armor that he had modified himself. He grabbed his boots and laced them up and then grabbed his trusty M16 and a bandolier full of loaded clips. Running back upstairs he hit the back door and looked out through the viewing portal he had built into it. He saw no zombies around the truck that he had comendeered. It was an armored bank truck and since the dead started walking the earth he had taken it. It made a good way to get supplies and hopefully people.

He opened the door and ran to the truck. The keys were in it already, but he had installed a coded lock onto the driver door which was the only other door besides the back doors. Looking inside he smiled at the modification he had made that was going to be a big help. He had cut out the divider wall so that he could access the rear doors since they only opened from the inside. turning the key in the ignition he brought the truck screaming into life. He popped it into reverse and backed down the driveway. He ran over a couple of zombie that were in the way and could hear the sickening crunch of bone through the bullet proof glass. He got onto the main road and then began making his way towards the barracks. Screw the message he had relayed over the radio, he had to get to these kids. The girl he saw with the two guns had proven to him she knew how to use a gun, but only god knew if she was the only one that could. He floored it towards the dorms. The two kids from the supply run should be back by the time he got there, but he wasn't going to keep his hopes up.

This post has been edited by Nemekai: 29 May 2009 - 05:29 PM

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(Lol. They aren't in the dorms... it would be a complete madhouse, but I'll work with it. ;) THANK YOU, so much for joining!))

Kim looked over to James as they got to the house. They had passed the dorms... she didn't even want to know how it was there. She stopped and looked around. There weren't many around. Thank God.. She looked over to James. "Okay... We're going to grab as many bags as we can. We'll leave the rest in here.. The zombies aren't going to get into the car and start driving away with it, so..."

James nodded.

"Are you ready?"

James breathed. "As ready as I'll ever be."

Kim nodded and handed him the gun, fully loaded. "On three..." She grabbed the handle of the door. "One... two..." She breathed. "Three!" She kicked the door open and ripped the back door open. She grabbed as many bags as she could and closed it again. She made sure James was in front of her and they finally made their way into the house. She threw everything down and locked the door, leaning against it. Ugh... she could finally breathe.

The others ran in and immediately grabbed the food. They hadn't grabbed much, but it was enough for them to eat. She wasn't very hungry anymore. "Go ahead, James.." She motioned towards the bag of chips and corn. "Eat it."

Geri turned around. "We heard someone! On the radio! He said that he's going to come around and find survivors... but we have to paint that we're here on the roof."

Kim looked up. How was she going to get on the roof. "Okay," she said, looking back down to her. "I'll take care of it. You guys need to rest... If this guy is coming, we're probably going to have to run for... whatever he has."

"Do you think he's really coming?" One of the others asked. She looked back to them. "I mean, do you really think that someone is... you know, alive out there? Do you think he could--"

"I don't know yet, guys.. But we have to have some hope..." She offered a smile... She had to force it. She turned around and walked up the stairs. Why were they looking to her? She wasn't a leader or anything... She sighed and walked into one of the rooms that faced the road. What could she use? She looked around and ruffled around the stuff in her closet. She ripped out her art box and sighed. It wasn't a lot but... It might work. She had pastels and... crayons. She'd make it work.

She pulled it out and pulled the window open. She just stood there for a moment... looking over the road, across the neighborhood. Was there anyone out there? Was there anyone that was going to come and save them? She shook her head, letting that thought run out of her head.

She climbed out onto the roof.. She remembered when things were normal... she used to come out here and think.. It used to be so peaceful, but not anymore. She spread the paint across the roof. "WE-R-HERE," she wrote out, drawing over it with pastels, crayons, anything she could her hands on.

Afterwards, she just sat down and sighed. Her hands were covered in paint, crayons.. everything. She sighed and just looked to the sky. What kind of God would let this happen? How could... if a God exist... even think of allowing the whole world to go through something like this? She just didn't understand. Where were her parents? Where were her other friends? Her teachers? Her cousins, aunts, uncles? She pulled her knees to her chest. She could hear James calling for her, but she wasn't sure she wanted to.. or could answer.

Tears ran down her cheeks. Couldn't this be a nightmare she could wake up from? She slowly stood and looked at the zombies that were walking along the roads... the flipped cars... the blood that spilled the streets... She clenched her fists. What were they going to do if no one came?

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Micheal drove like a mad man, running over zombies as he went. He hit one and it bounced up over the truck. Looking back in the side mirror he watched the zombie land and not get up. He smiled and kept going. When he got to the dorms he didn't see the car the two kids from the Supermart had been driving. He wheeled the armored truck around in the lot and backed it straight up to the door. He stopped about three feet away and then jumped out of the driver seat and into the back end. He opened a hatch on the roof of the truck that he had installed and could see the kids that had been painting on the colledge roof starring down at him.

"Unless you want to spend another night out here get your asses down here and get in the fucking truck!" It didn't take much more than that. One of the kids ran off but came back with a ladder. He lowered it down and Micheal held onto it to stabalize it. The six kids climbed down and then into the hatch, saying thank you and other such praises as they did. Micheal grabbed the ladder after the last one was off and threw it off the truck. He turned around and was getting ready to climb in when he saw a roof about two blocks over with the words 'WE-R-HERE' painted onto it. Micheal nodded, he knew that wasn't there when he left the house, he would have seen it. Micheal dropped down into the truck and secured the hatch.

"One more stop to make before we head back to my house." Micheal climbed into the driver seat and put the truck in gear and took off again. He whipped it around a corner, the rear end fish-tailing a bit, and then headed to the house. When he was about a block away he blared on the horn. The loudness of the air horn would let people know he was coming. He could see someone on the roof. He wasn't positive, but it looked like the girl from the Supermart. He could see the car the kids were driving in a yard ahead. He jumped the curb, much to the displeasure of the six current passengers, and pulled up next to the car.

Again Micheal was up and out the hatch and hollered up.

"Someone call for a pick-up?! I got room for about twenty-five people. How many do ya got with you?" He looked up to the girl, waiting for an answer.

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Kim was about to turn and go back into the house when she heard something... Something.. She turned back around... It was a horn. Her eyes widened as she saw the huge truck coming. She couldn't believe it. She looked down to the guy, speechless. "I.. I... I-I..." She shook it out of her. "There's about 10 people down there! One of them is hurt though! She broke her leg! I'll get everyone out!" She dove back into the house and rushed downstairs, almost tripping and falling down the stairs. She pulled herself back up. "He's... He's here!"

James shot right up. "Are you serious?"

She nodded. "Get Tara!" She said. "Come on guys! We're getting out of here!" They all just stood there for a minute, but she didn't need to say it twice. They got up and started for the door. She ran out and helped them get in... her heart was pounding so hard, it was the only thing she could hear. She looked over to the guy. "Do you want me to follow you? I have food in the car! I have two guns!" She handed one to James as he ran out. She looked back to the house.

She needed a picture of them. She ran back in and rushed towards the fridge, grabbing the picture of all three of them... it was a picture from when she was younger, but... she wanted it. She needed it. She stuffed it into her pocket and ran back out.

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Micheal chuckled as the girl stammered but he stopped when she mentioned the girl that was hurt. He checked the splint they had made on her leg after she was in the truck. It was a good splint, someone knew a little bit of first aid. Micheal climbed into the front real quick and grabbed his M16, then climbed out the back and looked to the girl.
"Don't worry bout following. Go ahead and grab what supplies you have, I'll stay on top of the truck and cover you while you load em into the truck."

Micheal jumped ontop of the truck and that's when he saw them. A group of zombies were heading to the house. Obviously they had heard the horn and it had attracted them
"Damn. Hurry and load the stuff and get in. Once your inside bang on the wall and I'll come in through the hatch and we'll take off. There's a hospital cot that folds down on the driver side of the back end. Put your friend in there and strap her in so when I take off she doesn't get bounced around. We get some unwanted guests heading this way!"

Micheal layed down ontop of the truck and steadied himself. He sighted down the barrel of the M16 and began popping off shots. Each round found it's mark and hit a zombie in the head. Each zombie he hit fell. After thirty shots he dropped the empty clip and loaded another one. The change out only took about two seconds, his military training was coming in hard now. He kept popping off shots, taking out the incoming horde.
"Hurry up down there! We gotta get rolling!" Micheal hollered out to the group below. He only had about two hundred rounds before he had to switch to his two .45 colts, and he only had about fifty rounds in total for those.

Micheal kept firing rounds, dropping more and more of the zombies, it was a large group, maybe about two hundred and fifty. Damn, this was the biggest group he had seen outside of the mall in the next town. He had raided the mall looking for supplies, as well as survivors, but the place was crawling with walking dead. Luckily enough his training had gotten him through with a good amount of supplies.

Peeking over to the kids he saw they were nearly done, but still it was starting to take too long...
'Damn it hurry up already....'

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Kim nodded and James strapped the girl in and then helped her load the stuff. "Get into the back of the truck," she told James. "Stay with them... Give me the gun..."

James looked down to the gun. She knew he wanted it, but she didn't want it going off by accident in the back of the truck. He hesitantly handed it to her and she nodded. She latched the back of the truck and sighed.

She turned, her eyes widening as she saw something... someone in the distance. She stopped, her body frozen like ice. Her eyes narrowed and she took a couple steps forward. "...M..Mom?" She walked away from the truck and pulled up her guns. She fired and killed any zombies that were walking towards her, daring to get into her way.

Her heart was pounding loud... Was... that really her mother? Where was Dad? Was... she one of those things? She got close enough... and she could see her... The eye that was still there was glazed over and dead. Blood was on her lips, dancing down her face, and her throat all the way down her chest. One of her legs were broken, bending backwards as she walked towards her. "Mom?" She asked again. Maggots were eating away at her flesh, falling out of the side of her chest as she walked. She took another step closer and both her guns fell to her side.

No, she thought. It can't be her. It can't be... She looked down to the ID tag on her shirt... and it was there. Samantha Broderick... What was she supposed to do? She couldn't... she couldn't shoot her, could she? She took a step back as the zombie who was once her mother took a couple steps.

Her body was shaking. She had to... She... had to. She pulled up one of the guns. She swallowed hard, panting... The bloody, dead arm reached for her. Tears ran down her cheeks as she pulled the hammer of the gun back. "Forgive me..." She said as she pulled the trigger.

The zombie groaned and jolted as the back of it's head was blown off. It fell to the floor with a wet slap and laid there... the coagulated blood slowly pooling beneath her. Her hand dropped and she looked down to the now COMPLETELY dead corpse. Did she do the right thing? She didn't know. Her mind was completely blank. Her body was numb... her heart pounding away at her insides like a jackhammer. She swore it would come up and out of her throat if she let it.

She just turned around and started walking back towards the truck. "L... Let's go.." Her voice cracked as she climbed into the cab of the truck, her eyes staring off into distant space.

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Micheal watched the scene as the girl went into the crowd of zombie.
"What the hell is she doing?" he looke back down the sights and started popping off shots again. What zombies she didn't kill he took out. He laid down cover fire for her as she stood there frozen. Just as he sighted down on one he watched the girl pull up a gun and saw the back of the head of the zombie blow out backwards. Micheal stopped long enough to see the look on her face...It must have been someone she knew...He wouldn't press the matter now, he would talk to her later. He sighted back down the gun again and began laying in cover fire for her as she made her way back to the truck.

The kids had finished loading everything and heard them bang on the wall once the girl was in. Micheal popped to a knee and popped off some more shots before he slung the M16 over his shoulder and dropped down into the truck. He slid the lock bar on the door to secure it down, and shut the hatch. He jumped into the driver seat and popped the truck into gear one more time. He took off through the lawn. Popping over the curb again he took a quick look back.
"Your friend ok back there?" He heard one of the kids holler that she was fine and he looked back to the road. He barreled into a group of the zombie and then whipped around a corner. He took off down the road. He could see the three story house that he had bought in this town.

He pulled up into the drive, and shut the truck off. He reached under his armpits and drew out the two Colt .45's. "We're here, Everyone out of the pool!" Micheal jumped out of the truck and ran around to the back of the truck. He covered the path between the truck and the house and took a quick peek to make sure the coast was clear. Not seeing the any zombies he holstered the pistols and rand to the truck. He grabbed a couple of the bags of supplies and ran up to the door of the house. He hurried up and got everyone but the girl inside and looked and saw her still in the truck. He ran back outside and leaned into the truck and looked to her, seeing the tears still in her eyes.
"Hey, unless you wanna stay out here and deal with those zombies on your own, you might want to come inside." Micheal starred at her and gave a small smile of encouragement.

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She looked over to him and reached up, wiping the tears from her cheeks. She nodded and stopped crying almost immediately, placing everything she had up. She didn't want James or the others to see her like this. She opened the door and stepped out. She looked over and there were only a couple of zombies. Anger boiled inside of her but she turned away instead. She didn't want to get herself, or the others killed. She walked into the house and helped James put the injured girl back down. Everything was silent... did they know?

James looked to Michael. "Thank you! God! Thank you so much!"

She looked up to James, and to Michael and turned away. She wasn't in the mood for zombies... or people right now. "You guys still need to rest. A lot has happened the last couple of days..." She walked back towards the injured girl, Dahlia. She looked over her leg. It was still good.

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Micheal had been in the kitchen stacking the food supplies the kids had brought into the empty cupboards. He heard the boy from the SuperMart, James was his name if he remembered right, saying thank you and then he turned around and gave a half hearted smile.

"Don't worry about it. Obviously you all had something similar in mind with getting the other people you had with you to a safe location, you just weren't prepared enough for a long haul on things. I myself though am always a little paranoid, comes with being a former Marine. But like I said on the radio, I got enough supplies to last between six to eight months, and I plan on making a few arrangements to make that last even longer if I can get built what I need to. In fact I have to confess part of the reason I went looking for survivors was to get help in that. Some of the things I need I can only get from the junkyard and I need a few people to watch my back while I get the stuff as well as pack it in the truck. But we can discuss all that tommorow. I need to get rest, and so do you all. I got plenty of floor space and I have three spare rooms. The room on the third floor at the left end of the hall is mine, please don't go in there unless I invite you in, and if I am ever in there and you need me just knock on the door. Otherwise, the food and medical supplies are in the basement, just stay away from the Yellow and black striped door unless we get unwanted visitors trying to get in, otherwise that room is the armory. I am gonna get off to bed, I got to make another run tommorow to see if I can find more survivors, we got enough room for about six more people, and ya'll can decide amongst yourselves, but I would like three volunteers to go with me when I do. As for that, I'm off, knock if you need me."

Micheal made his way upstairs....Kicking himself along the way he spoke in a whispered tone to himself.
"Damn it Micheal you're doing it again. Taking charge, becoming the leader...last time you did that you got three people killed, and almost got yourself killed as well. It's too late now...Might as well just do what you have to till they say they want someone else to lead. I'm gonna need to see how many of these kids can shoot tommorow, as well as begin teaching the ones that can't. Also gotta find a doctor too, would help to have one around....."

Micheal trailed off in his monlogue (sp?) starting to make mental notes of what he was going to need to do and start doing. Tommorow was a new day, and would be a good place to start, but for now, he needed sleep. He stopped at the top of the stairs and then turned around and hollered down to the kids below.

"By the way, there is working water here and I have hot water too, there's a bathroom on each floor of the house and two on the third, one is in my room, so you all can clean up if you want!" With that Micheal made his way into his room, where on the mantel above the door a single word was engraved, the same word that was his nickname back in the Marines....

'Archangel'

[Infernal Hearts]

James nodded to him. "You're an ex-marine? I guess that's why you know how to shoot and... all of that." He gave a breath. James nodded to him again and walked over, helping Kim with the girl's leg. She had to rebandage it.

James looked over to her. She was shaking. He knew what had happened, but he wasn't sure what to say. He wasn't sure... what to do, how to act... He looked away. "Does he have any antibiotics? Any drugs?"

James shrugged. "I don't know. I... didn't think to ask. He said he's upstairs... but I think he's going to bed."

"Yeah, well... I think she needs some antibiotics. It would be bad for her leg to get infected."

James nodded. "I'll go as--"

"No," she stood. "I will. Just finish bandaging her leg. I'll be back in a little bit."

She turned. He stood. "Kim... are you... do you--" She stopped, not turning back to him. "Don't." She said. She looked across the others. Some of them were already asleep. Some of them, about to go to sleep. "Just... drop it." She clenched her fists, trying to get herself to stop shaking. Her chest hurt... every... ounce of her hurt. She didn't know if she was really getting the drugs for the girl... or for herself. "Leave it alone. I don't... want to talk about it."

"But..."

"I said no." She said coldly and firmly. "Just let it go. Please?" She kept on walking and slowly made her way up the stairs. She breathed slowly and looked at his door. She looked away and walked towards the bathroom. She looked right into the mirror. Her eyes were blood shot red. She turned on the water, giving a shaking breath, and washed her hands. She pulled her hair back. A shower would be nice. But what would she wear?

She walked back up and looked to his door. Her eyes narrowed. Archangel... She gave a deep breath and knocked.

[fellowelf]

((OOC: ok guys hope now is ok to come in.)

Chris was walking home from her weekly game at the youth center when she first saw the zombies, or zombie. It was her neighbor Mr. Johanson. He was crawling along the grass and chris went to see if he needed help. Setting her baseball bat down she nelt down and put her hand on his shoulder. He went to bite her and she fell back. Chris heard screams and saw people running. She heard another neaighbor shout "hit him in the head, in the head". Grabbing her bat she did just that. Brains that were black and bloody fell on the sidewalk. Breathing hard she ran home. Finding her mother and father also zombies, but couldn't bare to hurt them, christina ran for the woods. There she met up with her old high school friends. Mark, David, Beth anne, and Steven. It was bizzare, they said. That after all this time they all went to the "spot". Whenever something bad would happen they would always go to the "spot". But bad usually meant a drunk father or a bit of the runaway syndrome. Not zombies walking the earth. Getting into Marks car they went to a nearby army base. They didn't get to close because it too was overrun with the undead. Turning round they went to an abandoned wharehouse. They waited for 2 days, then Mark went out and never came back. Steven ,Christina, David and Beth anne went looking for Mark food and a car. David hotwired a red minivan.They searched for hours but didn't find Mark. So they went in search for food. The little corner food stores were all out. So driving to a local movie theatre, at Beth anne's suggestion, they raided the snacks. Next they went to Davids house and got all of his dad's old guns and ammo. Back at the wharehouse they listened to the radio only in the day. After 2 weeks Christina was giving up hope when she heard Michael talking. She shouted to the others and they gathered around to listen. David knew where one forty-three Walnut Avenue was. Grabbing what they had, they loaded into the minivan and headed for safety.


Driving down Walnut Ave they didn't see any zombies. They stoped in front of 143. They look out their window at the Bunker type house. Taking a deep breath Christina puts her window down and shouts:

"Is anybody there? Anybody alive?" Turning to David she says "Give me the shotgun and keep the car running. I'll signal you if and when it's safe."

David shakes his head "No chris, you can't go alone. I'll go with you" Dave moves to get out of the car but a hand on his arm stops him.

"Dave you have to stay here. You ar the best driver and you can take care of Beth and Steven, I'll be ok." Christina hugs him. Dave gives her a look then nods. christina opens her door and slowly gets out. Gripping the shotgun she slowly walks towards the front door. She is careful where she steps, and looking all around her. The shotgun held tight against her shoulder, her breaths fast, she walks up the steps and rings the bell.........

((OOC hope thats an ok start))

[Infernal Hearts]

James looked up. His eyes were wide. Everyone shot away from the door. "MICHAEL!" One of the girls screamed, running for the stairs. "Someone... some...one's here!"

James moved towards the door. "W-who is it?" He yelled.

Kim literally jumped the flight of stairs and handed him one of the guns. "Keep it. Step back from the door." She cocked the gun. "Who is it!?" She yelled. Had they found her already? Whatever was wrong with her, she needed to push it back.

She gave a breath. "Tell us your names! Tell us if anyone is hurt!"

[fellowelf]

Christina nearly cried out with releif when she heard the boys voice. Then another voice, a woman was shouting at her. "My name is Christina, there are 4 of us including me. No one is hurt but we heard on the radio that this was a safe haven. Is it? Do i tell the rest of my friends waiting out in ther car that it's safe?" Christina lowered the gun a fraction, praying that she wouldn't be turned away. She heard the door unlock and the door slowly open. She put her gun at eye level and stood stiff. The other girl had her gun pointed at Christina. "We pose no harm. We just need a plase to stay, to be safe. Please" christina said the last softly. Tears starting to burn her eyes. all she wanted was for her and her friends to be safe.

[Nemekai]

Micheal had heard James screaming from downstairs and leaped out of bed. All he had on was his jeans and he snagged up his M16 as he opened and ran through the door. He took off down the hall and hit the banister for the stairs. His left hand reached out and grabbed what looked like a metal ring attached to a rope.

Swinging up and over the banister Micheal held the ring as he slid down the rope. Getting near the last few feet of the rope Micheal squeezed on the ring and began to slow down. He let go at about three feet from the floor and he bolted into the living room and slid to the floor.

In the seconds it took him to slide into veiw of the door Micheal had a round loaded into the chamber, the gun pulled up to his shoulder and when he stopped he had the girl outside the cracked door in his sights.

"Have any of you been bitten or scratched?"

[fellowelf]

Chnristina pointed the gun at the ceiling. "No, none of us are bitten or scratched. We heard Michael on the radio and came over. Is there still room for us? Is it still safe? We braught what little we had with us. We have a few more guns and ammo. Please, please let us in. We wont be a burden and we can help in any way you need."

[Nemekai]

Micheal looked to James and Kim, and then nodded and got up to his feet. He opened the door the rest of the way and stepped outside and looked to the car. He waved the others in the car to come in and looked to the girl that had braved coming to the door. "You should have just waited, I was going to make a run first thing in the morning to look for survivors, but it's ok. Just come on in and make yourselves at home. I'm going back to bed." Micheal looked to James and Kim.
"Can you two handle things while I get some rest?" Micheal slung the M16 onto his shoulder and winced slightly as the butt hit the right side of his ribs. damn they were still sore. Easily visible was the multiple scars that covered the right side of his body. He turned away, and a large tattoo on his back could be seen. It was a set of Angel wings with a sword in between them. The sword ran down the length of his spine, the words 'Semper Fi' written on the blade. Both of the wings took up the rest of his back, running from his shoulders and down to his lower back.

He walked away from the group and went back upstairs and got to his room and leaned the gun against the wall near the door. He shut the door and locked it and then walked over to his bed. He fell forward, landing in the bed, and burried his face in the pillow.

Maybe now he could get some rest. Within moments he was drifting off to sleep, an uneasy sleep, but sleep. He laid there unmoving, but his mind drifted to days of sand, bullets, and bombs.....

This post has been edited by Nemekai: 14 June 2009 - 10:07 AM

[Infernal Hearts]

Kim nodded. "Go ahead. You need it." She looked back to the girl and the others, letting them in. "Come on. We have room. I'll make all of you some food, it looks like you need it." She had to hold back whatever was wrong with her, make sure they didn't see it. If they did, they'd think there was something wrong... she didn't want to make them fear soemthing that wasn't worrisome.

"I'll set up a couple of beds, too. So you guys can rest?" She made sure everyone was in and then closed the door, locking it.

She had seen... his... tattoos, his scars... What had happened to him? She looked back to the others.

[Infernal Hearts]

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