The Death of Death: Chapter 1 (open rp)

Hiro sighed maybe they are zombie He looked and noticed the roof door was opened I'll have to head for the shop this way. He headed for the door and looked around with his small light, this building was deserted and he was glad it made the walk down the emergency stairs a lot less annoying.

When he arrived on the outside he noticed more zombies were heading towards the shop, he had to warn whoever could possibly be in there, he took another swig from his flask the substance burned his throat a bit but it was nice.

Blake took the hunting vest and handed it to Kitty. "Here, put this on. Load it with ammo." He then strapped the ammo belt on himself, and started loading the handguns. "Keep that shotgun as a last resort, it may be powerful but it is the most difficult to hold, slow to fire and reload, and makes the most noise. Here take this." He hands over his silenced MK 23. "It has 12 rounds a mag, and there are two extra magazines. Make good use of the laser sight." He finished loading his ammo belt and placed two pistols in each holster for both of them. Then loaded up the backpacks with ammunition. "Take those too," motioning to the holster and backpack. "You will use those two pistols before the shotgun, the shotgun is the last resort. Our goal is to keep as quiet as possible and face the least amount of zombies possible. You will do what I say when I say it, keep on my right side off behind me a bit. I will be using military hand signals to give orders, they are as follows." He makes the motions while stating their meaning. "Halt... look... move out.. regroup... take cover... hold your fire" He opens the suitcase and removes the sniper barrel and mount, placing them in his backpack before putting it on. As soon as you are ready we are going to head down to the grocery store and barricade the place up, we will spend the night there and figure out what to do in the morning." Blake was all geared up with his rifle in the ready position and shotgun strapped to his back. "However sweetie, if you have a problem with me being in charge, if you don't think you're up to it, or afraid you might break a nail you are welcome to try surviving on your own." He says with a sly smirk on his face. "After all I might not be a nice guy."

Kitty put on the vest and fastened it then filled it with as much ammo as it would hold. It was a little heavy but she could manage it. She took his silenced MK 23, "Thanks." Then fastened on the holster and hoisted the backpack around her shoulders. They probably wouldn't move to fast but that wouldn't be a problem. She listened as he taught her the hand signals, "Thank god I'm a fast learner." As he continued on with his final orders she glared at him, "Listen Mister, one I'm not some sissy girl that runs around screaming and two," she smirked, "I might not be a nice girl. I have no problems following your orders, you'll give me a better chance then if I was alone." She took the MK 23 and readied herself. They walked out and she frowned at the bat she had to leave behind.

Hiro noticed the two people in the building and was about to make contact with them,it was nice to see survivors alive and well, however as he approached he quickly found himself being chased away by a small horde of zombies "Damn" he began to run away some of them were shuffling with a decent speed while others had given up and seemed to head for the gun shop "Hope they will be okay" he ran down a side street stopped and pulled out his Katana, the blade shinned in the dark brick corner, quickly he readied himself, his years of training showed by his posture, his breathing, and his calm serene mind. A few zombies approached "I apologize to those who were good people but I shall end your suffering" one zombie snatched at him but quickly lost his arm and then with a quick turn Hiro took his head as well. The others attempted the same movements but each found the cold steel of Hiro's blade and each died with little effort. This makes around 40 I've slain tonight...I grow tired of this charade..when will I be able to sleep again without the moans. He felt his mind becoming tired and looked around at the various buildings. One building a few windows could be seen broken Not there Hiro then saw a grocery store, the door looked good and the building seemed unoccupied. He opened the door and started to inspect the place.

"Alright, it's settled then." Blake walks to the front of the store and peaks out the window. There were a few zombies heading their way. "Looks like we already have some company. Stay close, cover our right side and rear, I'll clear the front and cover our left." He prepares to open the front door and head out, his hand on the handle. "I'm going to step out the door and kill off the closest zombies in our path, when I move make sure you're right behind me." He waits for a response then quickly steps outside the shop, taking aim and shooting the closest zombies with a single shot to the head clearing a small area around the shop. He then starts briskly walking down the street taking out the zombies ahead of them while covering their left side.

Kitty nodded and pulled up the MK 23 in ready position. She watched as he opened the door and she quickly moved in beside him. She was glad she was raised by a Marine, glad she knew how to fire a gun. As they moved through the streets she did her job and watched the rear and their right side as she was told killing a few zombies in the process. They moved quickly and quietly killing as many zombies as they could. Soon the grocery store was in sight and she was a little relived, even though the killing would not be over when they opened those doors.

Hiro had checked the front of the store well enough to see no zombies, the only remnants of any attack were shown from shelves knocked down and money all over This wasn't zombies this was humans, I wonder who's worse He sat down on the floor crossed legged and began to meditate he was in his own world this way...a world where she was alive. "I'm sorry Tiff" he said outloud but in a quiet voice.

Jack finally pulled up to a quaint home of Jenn's friend after that long drive over the dirt road. "Okay I'll go get her, you stay in here." He said to Jenn. He grabbed his shotgun and jumped out the car door.

He ran up to the door and pounded on the front door. A moment later jerking around to see something move, and realizing it was just Thadeus getting out of the car. Jack grunted and turned back at the door and pounded some more. "Hey Selene hurry your ass up I don't have all day." Jack said sarcastically. Just then Thadeus started barking. Jack turned to see a lone zombie coming out of the thick forest that made up the property boundary. Jack judged the distance too far to be able to down the beast in one shotgun blast at distance so he pulled out his 9mm and aimed, and fired, a split second later the zombie's brains were beautifully arranged all about the forest environment around it.

Just then her majesty finally decided it was a good time to leave her castle, Jack turned to approach the woman.

Jenn stayed in the car waiting for Jack and Selene. She was looking at the window when she saw the zombie that Thadeus was barking at...seconds later no more zombie. She saw Jack and Selene talking, but was still waiting for them to come back to the SUV. "It's boring just sitting here doing nothing" Jenn said to herself quietly. They finally came back to the car, "I'm so happy your ok" Jenn told Selene as she was getting in the car. "What are we going to do next" Jenn asked Jack.

Dustin was keeping an eye on the roof access door, the only practical way to his position, but then, in all those stupid zombie horror films, the zombies were able to jump and hang off of 20 ft. ledges like superbeings. That shouldnt even be possible, considering the body goes under intense rigor mortis after death. Its just pure force of undead will that they can move at all, whatever undead will was. The Mossberg 500 Tactical 6 shot was nearby anyway, but Dustin didnt really know how to use it all that well. He'd only picked it up after the first news reports started coming through. Looking over the edge, he watched the many undead stumble about, looking for the vast amount of energy they needed to keep going. That energy best came from flesh. Preferably living. An expert in genetics, Dustin knew many things, but nothing about zombies. It seemed so impractical and impossible, he never paid any attention to the movies. There was one way he could escape this apocalypse... but it was a last resort, because it couldnt be undone. He fingered the vial in his pocket he had been working on for years in his own home, not trusting anyone with his work, mostly because they would call him crazy. Its impossbile they said, more chance of it than zombies. Well, what in the world was going then? Crazy teenagers acting stupid? Nope, didnt think so.

Hiro had fallen asleep, his dream she was there smiling...tugging at his long trench coat wanting to be picked up...she and him were unbreakable, couldn't be separated, he was there for her and she loved the moments. "Please...HELP" she had cried and he ran into a dark room. The only thing there was a window and her, he reached out for her but the window shattered with arms thrusting in..grabbing her, and all he did was stand there, a coward a failure...all he did was watch his daughter be taken away and devoured while he ran down the dark streets thinking of living.

Hiro woke up sweating, his nightmare revealing a hell. He had heard noise outside, quiet whispers in the darkness...he pulled out his blade and waited behind the front door.

Blake motioned for Kitty to move into the grocery store as he covered the rear. He stood still close to the door with his back to it as he shot and killed any zombies that wandered in close.

This sort of thing brought back memories of the military. Covert operations in the Special Ops, watching blood and flesh tear away from his enemies... good times. Life had gotten boring after he was dismissed from the military, he no longer received the adrenaline pumping action he was addicted to, working as a mercenary was too slow. It felt good to be back in action, fighting for survival, watched the bodies drop one by one. If only he had an iPod, then he could be listening to "Let The Bodies Hit The Floor" by System Of A Down right now.

Blake holds the zombies at bay as Kitty opens the door.

Hiro quickly moved a nearby shelf closer to the door, he stopped only inches away "Hurry you two" his English he knew wasn't perfect but it was understandable enough "They are getting closer I'll move the shelf to blockade the door you must hurry though there are more coming" he noticed a smaller group of four appear at the street corner under the light, their faces grey and pale. "Shit...I won't say it again please hurry" he stood with his Katana readied in case one attempted to get to close..he would protect these people...if not for the need to be with another human being but for her.

Kitty smiled Another survivor! I was right! She shot a zombie behind them as they rushed inside. When she caught her breath she helped Hiro push the shelf back in place then turned to the other man, "It's great to see another survivor! My name's Kitty." She looked around, a lot of the shelves had been knocked down and it was clear people had been here. "Maybe there are even more people alive." She heard a thud and looked at the door. The zombies wanted in. "We need to block the windows too."

Hiro nodded wiping the swear on his upper forehead "My name is Hiro its a pleasure" he looked at the woman, she was quite attractive in his own mind but he knew more things should be focused before pleasantries and such "Like you said we need to board up the rest of the windows I had finished barracading the back but I fell asleep soon after" he knew he had done a lazy act by doing so but his sleep was also a necesity and he was confindent at the time to fight anything incoming from the front "You sir..um what is your name" he looked at the man while picking up a pile of boards. This night was now a little clearer and lit in Hiro's state of mind.

James walked down the abandoned street listening intently for any noises that could give away an undead corpse. He rolled the pipe between his two hands, trying to become more aquanted with it. Because he heard somewhere the more you know and feel your weapon of choice the better you are with it.

All of a sudden his train of though faded away at the sight a head of him.

3 zombies along the tree line to his left. He ducked down behind a destroyed car. did they see me? He thought. He heard one of them grunt and start shuffling near to james. "Shit shit shit, you guys want me too, eh?" He yelled toward them as he popped up from behind the car and started walking up to them. He started circling around them and he watched them follow, making the group of them separate a little. "Perfect" he mumbled. He started walking faster until he was at a slow jog. then it happened, he came around to the zombie laggig behind and brought the pipe up and slammed it across its face, making quite a splatter of blood, teeth and brain matter.

The second slowest one was turned around now and coming at James. While his pipe was still low to the ground he reversed the momentum and brought the pipe up across its jaw in an upward motion, causing its jaw to shatter and its entire head to flop backward, with a broken neck.

as the third and final zombie approached James ran up to it and jumped up with the pipe, both hands holding it over his head. He brought the pipe down on its head before James landed. He had to yank at the pipe to come loose of the skull.

He yanked at the dead mans jacket and wrapped it around the pipe and pulled the pipe out, cleaning all the body matter on it. He then stood up and continued his cautious walk down the abandoned lane.

Blake finished a couple zombies and backed through the door behind right behind Kitty, closing it after making it through. He then took out a flashlight and hurried past the two of them, disappearing towards the back of the store. He had walked by heading towards the employees office without paying much attention to the man's question. We are under attack by zombies and they are busy exchanging pleasantries.

After rummaging through a few drawers he finds what he is looking for and heads back to the front of the store holding a pair of keys in his hand. After he finds the right one he locks the front door. "The glass is pretty thick, it should hold them off for the most part, but just to be on the safe side make sure these windows and the door is blocked off. I'm going to see if we can get some light in this place. No sense stumbling around in the dark." He leaves the two of them to figure that out while he disappears once again, into the back room of the store.

Kitty looked at Hiro apologetically, "He's always like that. Can you help me? We have to block off these two windows before we can rest peacefully." She went to a shelf and started giving it a push. All these zombies... they were all people once. Just like me, and Blake, and Hiro. I don't know them that well but what if they were turned into zombies? Could I kill them? She shook the thought from her head.

Hiro shook his head as he helped her "Miss I'm just happy to see more living, we can all sit and talk like he said once we are safe and secure" he helped with the windows, the moans still continued outside...growing louder.

Once the windows were boarded and secure he took a towel off the shelf, it still had the price tag on it. He sat in a kneeling postion and cleaned his blade "So miss you first whats your story, how did fate bring you into a hell of nightmares and evil." He kept eye contact with her while cleaning the blade slowly.

Blake had found the fuse box in the back room and began messing with it. "Ahh, dammit!" He yells after shocking himself and drops the flashlight which breaks when it hits the ground. "Great, now I can't see a thing." He fumbles around in the dark for the flashlight and finds it won't turn on. "Just my freaking luck." He fumbles around in his pocket for his cigarettes and lighter, and lights one up taking a long drag. He then began to access the situation.

Guess I'll wait. What could of caused all this so quickly and quietly without a lot of people noticing? I sure as hell didn't see anything before tonight and I had been sitting up there in that building... three days? Ya that's about right. Oh well, first we got to survive until then figure out where we're heading. We won't be able to figure out anything sitting around here, we need to find someone who knows what's going on.

He stood there smoking his cigarette waiting for one of them to show up.

Kitty heard a few thuds against the window, "I don't think now is the best time to share my life with you. The simple version is, the virus, or whatever, took all of the people I loved from me." And sometimes, I wish I would've been taken too. Some time passed when Kitty began to worry about Blake. "Where is he?" She dug through her bag and found the flashlight Blake put in there and cut it on.

She walked through the store looking for some kind of clue. She didn't dare call out to him. The zombies had quieted somewhat and if she were to yell they would hear her. Instead she talked at a normal tone, not to quiet and not to loud, "Blake? If you can hear me say something."

Hiro stayed behind as the woman walked away to search for her comrade. "Loved ones huh" he looked down and the visions of his nightmares flashed before, taunting him. He punched the ground in frustration and looked at the blood that trickled from a small cut his knuckle just received. Hiro was mentally stable at the moment, but he felt something growing inside of him. A man who was usually calm and collected was now succumbing to anger and frustration at the drop of a dime. "This nightmare won't end well for me I fear" he said to himself, taking another swig from his grey canteen.

Jack closed the passenger door after Selene had
hopped into it. quiet woman she was, didn't say anything, but her face
and eyes spoke volumes. she must have had an experience she's still
shocked over, jack thought. Jack grabbed her few bags and threw them in
the trunk, slammed the trunk shut and ran around to get in the car
before anymore zombies came along. He got the Suv started and turned
around out of the roundabout driveway and sped back down the street.

He
looked back at Selene and said, "I hope you know how to use that
shotgun better than your mouth, girly." they finally turned onto a paved
street with no regret of leaving that bumpy dirt road behind, forever
perhaps. They had driven no more than a mile before Jack noticed a car with its headlights on...

After James had put the thought of beating down those zombies out of his head he went back to thining about what he'll do out in the open like this. "Well I can't just wander into town without a car, I'll be divided between 16 dead stomachs before I make it to mainstreet." He said to himself.

he kept walking and came up to the top of a hill in the road to see a possible answer to his prayers. a abandoned car. He ran up to it and tried opening the driver side door the conventional way, no dice. He stepped back and wacked the window with the pipe like a baseball. he got the door opened and tried to start the car, it started!

But his joy was quickly squelshed by the sound of a cough, a sputter, then nothing. "No friggin gas!" James yelled at God it seemed. He plopped his head onto the steering wheel and feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him. you gotta keep going James, or your a dead man! he thought to himself. He lifted himself, huffed out a lungful of breath and tried to think. Just then he saw something happen at the crest of the hill he passed over. Is that light?, "Holy.....There is a God." He said to himself as he saw a huge tahoe Suv fly over the crest of the hill.

James flashed on his headlights and foglights hoping to get his attention. All of a sudden the car came to a screeching halt, then drove up slowly to the drivers side. A man rolled down the window and asked if he wanted to join him. "Yes please! Get me outa this hell! You have some place to go right? Like a Walmart or something?" James said at the strange man.

Dustin watched a lone figure beat down a few zombies with a pipe, then continue on his way. Dustin wasnt really interested in a lone wolf, because they tended to be quite rude. He was lucky picking the radio station to use as a new hiding spot, as the doors into the main studio could be locked tight, and wouldnt luck have it, the only practical way to the roof was also through the main studio. It also had the tower, that deactivated, was a very high and very stable lookout point. Luckily not having to the use the 500 Tactical on the way, it was still fully loaded, and the vial was still deep in his pocket, taunting him with the promise of that or pain of death. Well either way, mind numbing, apocalyptic pain would be involved. Dustin's head snapped over to where he swore he saw some light, directed, like a headlight of a car or a stadium light. Going up the tower's ladder, Dustin reached the top and waited for more signs of actual life.