Zombies Go Boom: First Chapter.

[Mr.Scales ⚖]

Blake hadn't spoke to anyone, he wasn't ready to talk about his past, besides he had just met all of them just today, he wasn't about to tell everyone his weaknesses and for them to shoot him in the head from behind.

He still had his gun in his hands, holding the weapon tight in his hands, he was starting to get annoyed by everyone talking about their pasts.
"Can everyone just shut the hell up..." Blake said in a deep and scratchy voice but not yelling, he then walked by everyone and headed in front. He then started to feel something dropping on his head, causing him to look up, he noticed that it began to rain.

While everyone else was pissed off about the rain, Blake rather enjoyed it, but still hadn't raised a smile. He loved the water hitting his head, most of the days it would be really hot and the deeming sun would hit his head causing him to sweat, but this was good luck for him.

But his luck turned when he heard a loud engine muffle, he turned to face a bunch of bikes coming his way, he had met a few people during this time, one of them being the first human he killed just today.

Blake watched the motorcycles drove down the roads, noticing Rolf running and hiding underneath a cardboard box, Blake sprinted into an ally and hit behind the wall, he kept his Pistol further from his chest ready to shoot when he needs to. Blake had shot somebody before, he also was skilled with a rifle when him and his father went hunting, he really did miss his father, wishing that the deceased man would be with him.

 

[Zarko Straadi]

Weiwei:

The guy never, ever misses an opportunity, does he? Weiwei thought when Klaus made his snide comment about car alarms. She quickly wiped down her sword blade with a Clorox sanitary wipe so she could sheath it, then she shouldered out of her Elven coat and hung it on a hook next to the door rather than risk bringing its bloodstains inside until she'd had a chance to clean it thoroughly. He's got a destination. He wants me with him on the way there, but doesn't want to build a real cooperating relationship, she thought as she headed back into Imladris. Once out of his sight, she pulled out her Steampunk smartphone and pinned her current location in her GPS. As long as she had Imladris' solar cells, she could keep it charged. She glanced back toward the cab, where she had a Rand McNally Road Atlas. She'd use tech while she could, but she hadn't been betting on it lasting forever even before the zombies.

That means he either plans to dump me when he gets there, like if it's a yacht or something, or he expects that once he gets there he won't need my consent anymore. If that's the way he wants it, then I get what I can out of him, and dump him first. And don't go near the X on his treasure map. She squeezed into the back where she kept her tools, and started rooting around in bins and well-organized cabinets. One of the tools she retrieved, an X-Acto knife, was not for picking locks. Ducking out of sight of the windows, she snuck into the cab. Out came the Rand McNally, then she flipped to its map of New York City. If she ever got Imladris out of here, she was close to certain she'd never come back. And so, with a couple neat cuts, out came its pages of NYC maps, which were folded and put into a Ziploc bag--who knew how much zombie blood she might end up wading through out there.

A couple minutes later, she emerged, went over to him and offered him a set of jeweler's miniature screwdrivers, a selection of hairpins and a few paperclips. She also had a wire clothes hanger and a set of metal snips, just in case he needed to use the "go in through the window" trick.
Weiwei willed herself to continue ignoring Klaus's insufferable smug, no matter that the clouds of it were getting thick enough to choke on. Instead, she watched and listened in careful silence as he demonstrated, making a note of which tools he chose.

One might have thought that a peal of thunder and the arrival of a torrent of rain might cause a hiatus in Klaus' self-congratulation, but no.

"So you're claiming credit for the rain now? Guess that means we have you to thank for the zeds." With that, she ducked back into Imladris, then reappeared buttoned into her Inquisitor's Greatcoat and wide-brimmed hat, carrying a couple big pots, some stacked buckets, and a fistful of bungee cords clenched in her teeth. She started setting out the pots and buckets to catch the rain, then opened an under-body storage compartment to retrieve her bike trailer and a tarp. She unfolded the tarp and shoved it into the trailer so that it would act as a liner and hold water. Finally, she bungied the edges to the bike trailer in various ways, to hold the tarp in place, while stretching out a flap of remaining tarp to catch more rain and run it into the trailer, and bungied that to Imladris to hold it in place. You bet on luck. I'll be prepared, she thought.

One more trip inside to fetch her backpack and a canteen filled with water, then, goggles down, filter mask up. "Alright then. Let's go on a picnic. Should we work out some tactical hand signals before we go?"

 

[Jargo]

Blame the zeds on him... well... it wasn't as if this statement was entirely untrue. If one was particularly hellbent on accusing him, one could probably make the argument that the fault was mainly his. For a moment Klaus wondered what would this girl... or any other "normal" person for that matter do if they were asked to judge his case. While he didn't see himself as an evil or even a cruel man, he was quite certain that any jury in this world, or in Heaven for that matter, would pronounce him a devil, unless bribed by his "beloved" siblings or himself beforehand.

While Weiwei was busy setting up her various toys to probably collect some toxic rainwater, Klaus was busy studying the map, whilst quietly working on his whistling skills in the same time, hopefully returning the favour to his "friend" for being so excruciatingly unbearable. The moment he saw her coming out of the van with a coat, a large hat and... well the goggles were as ridiculous as always, but other than that he was sorry for trying to piss her off - apparently his new companion had a storage of toys in that thing, some of which useful, but she was probably not going to share them with him, especially after he didn't bother to lift a finger to help her move the buckets and bike trailer. Nevertheless, he decided it was worth the shot "Could milady find it in her heart to graciously share with this poor soul another cloak like that. It's not that I dislike the rain, but I'm not all too excited about getting wet. It also makes unnecessary noise, especially if we plan on coming back here..." he added the last sentence, hoping it would sway her.

Tactical hand signals, did she think this was a Hollywood movie or something?! Not that it wasn't a good idea, but as far as he knew, people would forget any and all signals when under an attack, not to mention an attack by a bunch of undead. Once again, he exhaled loudly and decided to give the idea a try - after all it couldn't hurt. "Alright then, hand signs - this..." he folded his hand into a fist "means stop, this" he closed his fingers, so that they all pointed forwards "would mean go back, and this..." he closed all his fingers apart from two, just as if he was making the peace sign "would mean keep moving on." he paused for a moment and added, somehow grimly "And, finally, this..." - he held all his fingers forwards, leaving a wide space between his middle and ring fingers, just as the peace sign in Star Treck "this would mean for one of us to leave the other, if he is hopelessly trapped, bitten, etc. Hope we never get to use it. I suppose you may think these signs are inappropriate for what they mean, that's a precaution - if someone happens to spy on us, he would have no idea what we are planning to do, since our signs are strange. If you happen to forget them all, just follow the basic rule: whatever happens, just don't cream." Klaus thought of suggesting what to do if she got caught by a gang of human marauders, but quickly decided against it - he had lectured her more than enough and judging by what he'd seen so far he'd be lucky if she even followed his instructions hitherto.

 

[MonarchFrost]

Jerking awake at the sound of thunder, Asher put his hand on his pistol and breathed a sigh of relief as he realized what it was. A storm wasn't ideal conditions but it would be a lot easier to move about without the dead hearing. Putting another bit of 'medicine' under his tongue, he took down his barricade and peeked out the door. Carefully stepping out to the hall, he stopped at the corner and peaked around to see at least a dozen shambling about. He rested his head against the butt of his gun and gritted his teeth. The damn dead were everywhere. The slow, dumb, stinking ass, rotting dead. Asher even hated the thought of them. He needed a group. Or at least some bodies to make a buffer between him and the dead.

Slowly backing down the hallway he felt something obstructing his path, quickly whirling around as one of the dead groaned and turned to him as well. "Where the fuck did you come from?!" He yelled. The others had already been alerted to the sound so he might as well yell and make it more obvious. Grappling with the dead in front of him as the other shambled in their direction, Asher wrestled it into the room he previously rested in. Digging his feet into the carpet he picked up enough speed to send it through the window. The window shattering was followed by the sounds of motorcycle engines. Asher quickly ran to the window to look. His club was dead. Unless another charter came from another city. Which he highly doubted. Running short on time without enough in the room to keep out the dead he poked his head out the window as the cold, heavy drops fell on his head. The sound of thunder and motorcycles making it damn near impossible to hear.

Asher fidgeted as he tried to think of an escape from the damn high rise filled with dead. Just about to give up and put one in his head as he jumped out the window, he saw it. A fire escape. Thank whatever higher power there was. Asher didn't care. It was too far to jump to under normal means. He wasn't scared enough to get his adrenaline pumping so he did the next best thing. Asher quickly dug through his bag and filled a syringe with epinephrine. Being positive not to put plunge out too much, he jabbed the needle into his leg and waited a couple seconds for the drug to kick in. After a few moments, Asher's hands began to shake, his jaw clenched, his pupil dilated and he half roared, half howled as it took it's full effect. This was fight-or-flight at it's most extreme. The first dead to shamble in caught a boot to the chest and lodged itself firmly into the wall. Stepping back and forth between the walls of the room, half bouncing, he glanced back at the window and sprinted towards it. Pushing off the window sill, yelling through the air, he hit the rusted metal of the fire escape and caught himself before he stumbled off the edge, climbing down with his arms to the next level, he ran down the steps and extended the ladder at the bottom. Sliding down fireman style, he ran out into the middle of the street again and roared at the sky. His grin looking more psychotic than joyful. He was almost happy until he heard the motorcycles again and saw them coming up the street he just happened to be on. "Fuck."

 

[Zarko Straadi]

Weiwei:

When Klaus 'begged' her for something to wear besides the business suit he was so pleased with before he made it rain on himself, at least half a dozen snappy comebacks jostled for position to be the one that leaped out at him. Weiwei had to will herself to hold back. If he reached his destination, and had an armed gang there, why fuel his hate now and increase the odds of his return under more unpleasant circumstances?

Weiwei gritted her teeth when Klaus did his Big Exhale 'Oooooh, I'm Trying Sooooo Hard To Tolerate You' schtick, but she listened carefully to his explanation of hand signs, mimicking them herself to impress them into memory.

"As for clothes, I don't have another one of these, and what I do have that'd fit you, you'd hate. Hand signs, one more:" she said, then held a hand upside-down, thumb pointed downward at a 45 degree angle, index finger extended horizontally. If the other hand was placed the opposite way with thumbs touching, it would form a 'Z,' but they would need their good hands for their weapons. "This stands for 'zed,' so if I spot one that's out of your line of sight, I can point it out to you like this," she said, doing the 'zed' sign then pointing, "and vice versa instead of saying 'Look out there's a zombie up there!' If you want, we can hit a clothes store first thing and get you a decent coat."

 

[Jargo]

Klaus was quite surprised at his companion's lack of offensive comeback, or her not coming back with a pair of rabbit ears, just to mock him, but finally decided to drop the matter - perhaps Weiwei finally thought it's not a good idea to piss off a person, with whom you are going to be in mortal peril soon. If that was what she meant, then he ought to take a page out of her book, nodding quickly at her suggestion of the last signal, despite being iffy on how would she know that he hadn't seen the zombie in question. "Better too much vigilance than none at all." he thought what had been his personal motto for sometime now. Taking the gun in his hand, he suddenly felt himself grow more serious, as they headed towards the end of the barricade. "We'll see what we hit first, the map shows there is a shopping mall not far away from here, but one can never have a real plan in a situation like this. Water will, after all, not kill me." the last of his words fell into a quiet whisper, as they both climbed the card and entered the dark area of the ramp towards the lower floors. For a second he hesitated if he should give Weiwei a hand, while jumping over the cars, but quickly dismissed the idea on account of their relationship being based on mutual loathing. Besides, she was obviously not a lady and would have most likely just considered it another weirdly offensive gesture.

Stepping deeper and deeper into the darkness, he knew he had to rely mostly on his hearing, since his eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness. Slowly proceeding amidst the large array of broken, opened, left out and simply untouched vehicles, he was heading straight for where he knew the entrance to the lower floor stood. His eyes had already grown more accustomed to the darkness, but he wasn't particularly worried for their slow adaptation, since he had mapped out the area in his head, when leaving it to go higher. Approaching the exit, he held his right hand upside-down, thumb pointed downward at a 45 degree angle, index finger extended horizontally towards where he knew a zombie stood, slammed by a car against the wall and unable to move. While pointing at it, he was holding the gun with the left hand (yes, he was left-handed!) and pointing it in the other direction, in case there was someone on their blind side, these few seconds could prove crucial. He hoped his companion will have enough brain to leave the immobilized former american citizen alone, as they moved past it. The thing extended it's arms forward in a pointless gesture and despite opening its mouth, produced no sound. He guessed it's vocal cords or lungs were also crushed by the car and as such prevented it from being any sort of a problem.

The downward floor was a little bit emptier than the current one, though still as dark. He stopped in front of it, trying to spot any movements in the dark, but since he did not see any, simply proceeded, as slowly as before, with his gun in front of him, in case it was needed.

 

[Andy]

Jason looked up as the rain started pouring and cursed under his breath. "God damnit...really?..well at least it couldn't get any worse.." It was then that he heard the roar of the engines from the motorcycle gang not far behind them. He whipped his head around and tried to look through the rain, and paled when he saw them slowly but surely getting closer. He looked over at Rolf who was telling them to hide and catch them by surprise and shook his head vigorously. Was Rolf a fool? did he have a death wish? Or was he just trying to prove to everyone that he wasn't some whiny baby and could stand up for himself? Jasons voice shook in fear as he spoke, but it was also filled with grim determination. "Rolf we can't fight these guys! Have you ever seen a gang like this before? They were dangerous before this hell started and now? They kill anyone they find and they're armed to the bloody teeth! No offense but your tooth pick isn't going to do much against them! We can't fight these guys we need to get the hell out of here now! I know that you want to find your sister but you can't do that if you get killed here and now! I know you believe she's still alive and she might be but if you take a stupid risk like this and get yourself killed you'll never know for sure." Jason looked through the rain at the rest of the members of the group. He knew he just met them so they probably wouldn't have much cause to trust his word, but then again who's word could you trust these days?

 

[Minx]

Once the rain hit he took off the goggles and the face mask. He had a very chiseled and slim looking face with light blue eyes. Once he heard Olivia call out the gang, he looked off into the distance...5 of them going top speed. But one thing that made his heart race was the face that he saw the red clothing... That clothing was seen back at the fight at his refugee camp.

Suddenly all the arguing and the talking from behind him went quiet, he blocked everything out, the only thing he could hear was his heartbeat. He looked around and saw a tin barrel with a single trash bag in it. In blind rage he picked it up, and waited by the corner. After a couple seconds the first biker passed...and Derek threw the barrel over his head, two more passed, the barrel made the fourth one swerve out of the way, but the last one was clotheslined off the bike by the barrel. His bike fell onto it's side and skid off. The man tumbled like a ragdoll into the curb. The other bikers looked back but didn't bother too stop, and sped up. They must've mistaken the group as walkers.

Derek began to fast walk at the man on the curb. The gangster was on his back, he pulled out his gun and fired once at Derek...the bullet grazed his cheek. Drawing some blood. The soldier stopped, but once the gang member pressed the trigger and the gun just jammed. Derek ran up to the man and pulled the gun away from his hand.

"WHERE IS ARE FRIENDS HEADING TO, i AINT gonna ask twice" Derek growled holding. The man down by the color with one hand, his knee in his chest. The gang member just panicked "their heading north, we got a camp up there, look I'm just t-trying to survive man let me go please..." Derek let go and unjammed the pistol, he then looked away "they left you for dead... Huh? What friends they are...I won't kill you...." Derek then unloaded a round into his knee. "Though I don't think the rotter's will say the same..." He said walking back to the group the man screaming in pain behind them.

Derek took a look into the magazine...6 bullets left and one in the chamber. He then loaded it and handed it to Rolf quietly. "Let's avoid going north..."​

 

[Jakers]

Hearing gunshots and shouting around him, Rolf was regretting his decision of hiding in this cardboard box now. Being crouched like this really didn't help the fact that you hadn't had a pee for quite a while, and he could hear the bikers' engines, gunshots... Jesus, he couldn't get a hold of the situation whilst in the dark like this, or hear anything either!

But Rolf remained calm, despite what Jason said. The whole point of him hiding was so that he wouldn't get shot - he couldn't die here. The soggy cardboard began to collapse around Rolf, but he thought he was safe for now. Looks like he wouldn't need to go through his plan after all; it was a bit of a silly idea in the first place, but considering he didn't have a gun to protect himself in the middle of this bleak alleyway, it was just about the best cover he could come up with.

"All right, all right, I'm coming ou-" Rolf called out, throwing the soggy box away and standing back to his feet. He stopped as still as a statue however when he saw some sort of figure standing right in front of him in the alleyways... holding a firearm at his side, and looking extremely confused at Rolf's sudden appearance from a cardboard box.

Shit. Where the hell did he come from? He must have split up from their gang and walked through the alleyway!

"H-hands up, motherfu-" The thug began to yell, but Rolf narrowed his eyes coldly beneath his mask. He wasn't going to get shot, especially by some bandit.

Time seemed to stop as Rolf faced the thug, with the rest of the group behind him. The thug began to raise his pistol at Rolf, but he couldn't get shot - not here. Before the thug could react, Rolf grunted under his fencing mask as he hurled the wooden spear like a javelin, and it soared through the air, sinking into the thug's leg with a deep, crunching sound and a spurt of blood. The pain caused the thug to put off his aim, and a bullet whizzed next to Rolf's foot, sinking into the concrete.

"GAAAH! YOU LITTLE P-PUNK, I'LL-"

Not stopping there, Rolf sprinted forward before the thug could yank the wooden spear out of his leg, wildly sending a fist flying into the thug's face. Blood poured from the thug's nose and splattered against the metal grates of his fencing mask, and he toppled backwards, unconscious.

There.

Rolf took a deep breath as the world came to life against him once again, and he could feel the rain pattering on his shoulders. Shouting was coming from behind him, a gunshot, and a scream of pain. Rolf quickly yanked the spear out of the unconscious thug's leg and gripped it steadily in his palm whilst turning back to see the commotion. It looked like Derek had shot one of the thugs in the kneecap... and a lot more commotion seemed to be coming from the roads ahead.

Rolf ran up back to the group, breathing heavily under his mask and with fresh blood at the tip of his spear. When Derek offered him the gun, Rolf nodded slightly and took the firearm gratefully.

"Thanks. One caught me off guard, came from behind the alleys... he won't wake up for a while, though." He muttered, looking back. The thug in the alleyway wasn't in sight anymore, and Rolf would have preferred it if nobody saw what he did. He didn't want to impress, he just wanted to survive... and now that he had a gun in his hand - a Colt M1911, to be exact, maybe things would be a little easier.

 

[Lucian]

Lochie had been watching all of this, as compelled as he was to help he saw they didn't really need it. Looking out from behind the lookout he had moved to from the gang arriving he was thankful that the bastards didnt see him and went for the group. Standing up slightly he peered around the corner to get a better look before his foot was caught off guard by a grasp? His heart raced as he turned around to kill the thing that grabbed his foot yet...it was just a jagged piece of metal scrap pulling on his jeans making the fabric clamp around his leg, stupid thing it was. Trying to jerk his leg free in the rain only allowed his foot under him to slip.

"OOF!" he cried out a little louder than it had seemed as he hit the back of his head on the concrete and landed flat on his back causing the bat he had to fling up and hit the ground just next to him, Instantly grabbing the back of his head in pain he winced as he let out a gasp from being winded "Fu-Fuck" he spoke in a rasp. Booting away the metal scrap he was now free as he rolled on the ground as one arm stretched for his Cricket bat. As he grasped it he got up onto all fours and began to crawl forward slightly towards some bags and boxes for a little comfort wanting to subside the annoying pain at the moment

 

[PureKor]

Olivia could not believe her eyes that everything has went from bad to shit Worse. Everything was falling apart right in front of her very own eyes.
With a frown, Olivia released a deep sigh before moving her body as quickly as possible behind a car. She lowered her body, trying to keep her breathing sounds at minimum. If that would be so easy, especially when your own clothing is against you and basically is trying to strangulate your body for some odd reason.

However, she could hear the voices of the others, from the small groupwhich they formed. They had to stay together somehow no matter what.
And so, even more loud noises filled the air, with something resembling a gun shot. At the sound of that, piercing through the air, Olivia cursed under her breath before trying to see though the heavy rain.

The sound of the motorcycles was now at a distance, but suddenly a Louder sound had caught her attention. Perhaps not Only hers.

Up in the sky, the sound of helicopters covered all other noises, when not long after, a large explosion occurred a few blocks away. Then another one.
Smoke begun to fill the air, along with some car alarms beeping loudly in the area.

This is fucked up.


" Shit! Shit !! What the heck are they trying to do ? Kill of us or what ?" Her voice coming out frustrated, before standing up and shouted for the others to hear her.

" Let's move !! Now! To the south before we will have no escape from here !" Olivia said before moving to the left, holding tightly her crossbow at her chest, now being all soaked wet. Her hair stuck on her face and the clothing seemed even tighter on her.

They will run out of time and very soon.

 

[MonarchFrost]

Asher stood dumbfounded for a few moments as he wondered how in the hell he ended up in this situation. His blood still pumping from the boost he took as he watched the motorcycles roll closer. He couldn't possibly outrun them. Sure enough, out came the weapons as they rode. Doing the only rational thing, Asher drew his pistol and began emptying his clip in a last ditch stand off. Suddenly deafened by a loud blast and thrown back from the sheer pressure of the explosion nearby. His ears ringing almost unbearably as he tried to register what just happened. In a clearing pocket of smoke he caught glimpse of the helicopter. "Those sons of bitches!" He yelled aloud but only sounded muffled to him. Staggering to his feet as blood ran out of his left ear, he hobbled in the direction the bikers were coming from before noticing one standing up. Trying to hobble to him before he regained his bearings, Asher lifted his gun and called out to him. "Hey, shit for brains. Hands up or I'm going to scramble your egg brain in it's fucking shell." Suddenly the biker whirled around and groaned at him, his neck clearly broken. Asher jumped back at the realization and glanced around him. A lot of them had died and started to turn. The ones that hadn't were being eaten. There was definitely more of them. He recognized their patch on the bikers jacket. It was a massive crew to say the least. Pretty brutal from the few run ins he had with them.

Pulling the trigger, his gun clicked a few times before Asher cursed under his breath. Holding his aching ribs, he turned and began jogging up the road as the dead followed behind him. Stuffing his gun back in his jeans, he picked up the pace as the smoke grew thicker. All he could make out was silhouettes. There was quite a few, unfortunately. More than he could handle in his current condition. Fighting against his weighed down, wet clothes and grimacing at the aches he felt from being slung like a ragdoll. Not to mention his coming down from his little boost was having an effect on his body as well. He was pretty bad off. Still keeping his pace but slowly losing his breath, he passed a car and glanced over and saw Olivia. Take aback, he stumbled over his words for a second before stopping to think. He needed help and this girl just might help him get back in working order. He had to play his cards right and try not to piss her off. Maybe she had a crew? Maybe they needed some patching up?

Throwing his hands up, Asher took a step back and removed the gun from his waist with his thumb and forefinger. "Hey, it's empty.. Don't shoot. I'm uhh.. Asher. I could use a little help. From the looks of it, you could too... I'm a doctor." He said as he gestured to his bag. "Do you have a crew? Cause if you do, you need to get back to them now. It's hell back there and the dead will be on top of us any second. I have medicine. So, as I see it, you have two choices, kill me and take it, or have someone extensively trained to have your back if you get hurt." He said as convincingly as he could. He waited for her response.

 

[PureKor]

The entire hell just broke loose, especially with that explosion.
The sounds continued to linger in the air, as slowly the rain begun to subside, even so, Olivia's clothing was stuck as glue to her body.

However, turning to her right side, she got caught of guard for a second when a manly voice came from just a few feet away. Introducing himself as a helper with medicine, her hand which squeezed harder the crossbow, had loosen a little. Yet, her heart beat was quicker than normal just by looking at this man.

" I do have some .. Friends. They are at a few feet away.
And I wouldn't want to kill you, unless i have a very good reason for it. Any funny move and I won't hesitate to shoot the arrow between your pretty eyes. " her reply came out firm, confident and with a sigh.

Then, the growling walkers made more incomprehensible sounds coming from the direction of the explosions, making Olivia to curse under her breath. Still, she had not lowered her crossbow, kept looking at the new man and wanting to decided if she could trust him.

Maybe it was a trap. You'd never know these days. Yet, something about the tone of his voice made her think otherwise.


" Let move and fast. I hope that the others are alright. Come on!" She said to him, turning away and quickly stepped towards the other direction where the others supposedly are.

 

[Andy]

Jason looked around the alley and cursed under his breath. All hell had broken loose and it showed no signs of leaving right now. Not only did they have bikers after them, they had walkers coming on fast and now a new guy trying to join the group saying he's a doctor! What the fuck is going on?! It seemed like everything was fine one minute and then the next they were fighting for their lives again! He cursed and looked over at Olivia who was making her way towards him and some of the others he hurried forward to meet her and wiped some of the rain from his eyes "I don't know how the fuck everything went to hell so quickly but we need to get out of here now! If we try to fight anymore we're only going to cut ourselves off from any escape route and we'll be neck deep in walkers by the time we get these bikers taken care of we either run or die and I'm not voting to die today!" He looked over at some of the other members of their little group. Rolf had managed to take one of them down and steal his gun (which would be helpful) and if this new guy was telling the truth and really was a doctor they had to keep him alive. In his list of essentials for any kind of apocalypse a doctor is certainly one of them. "Come on we can't stay here any-" He trailed off mid sentence when he looked over Olivias shoulder to see a few more of the undead bastards shuffling their way. A man a woman and what was a little girl. He cursed and pulled his gun and pointed it over Olivia's shoulder "WE GOT WALKERS!!" He fired off one quick round and managed to square the shot right between the eyes of the male walker. "God damn mother fuckers! I knew we should have kept moving! and now we got bikers and walkers to deal with!"

 

[PureKor]

Olivia's expression changed to a cool one, soon fallowed by a smirk at her lips When Jason was speaking. The new guy was about to join the group and basically that turned Jason crazy. For some odd reason she found that funny.
Considering the current situation, they will have to fight the infected. Luckily half of the bikers had ran off and the other half were now zombies.

However, she took a deep breath just as Jason fired the first bullets at the walkers coming from behind her. Then, she turned around, still with that grin at her lips before brushing some hair out of her eyes. Moreover, her hand gripped tighter the crossbow just as she released the first arrow. It went flying through the air and went straight through the eyeball of the woman, blood splattering over as the Dead body fell to the ground.

" Jason, will you relax ? This is like pay day. Only better. Maybe you can come across someone who you really want to be Dead.
This is like practice.. Chill out." Her voice secure, letting her eyes to lol over to him and then at the others. Suddenly, more growls filled the air as they kept coming from the direction of the smoke.

" Time to shine now.. And get the hell out of here! " she said looking directly at Jason as if waiting for any idea to where to go. An approval from him. As if she owned him something.

Her pulse had risen, sensing her blood circulating through her veins, making her to feel more Alive for some odd reason.

 

[MonarchFrost]

Relieved that he was accepted so quickly. mostly in part to their dire situation, he hoped their ranks were a little tougher than he had imagined. Clutching his ribs, he glanced over at Jason as he shouted about walkers. He glanced over and saw the man fall almost instantly. Very good sign. This guy might be a very good 'partner' for Asher to keep around. He chuckled and said aloud, "One of ya'll can pike the kid. It's not really my thing." He said as he took a step back so it wouldn't see him and come after him. Looking over his shoulder he saw three of the newly turned bikers on their way towards them. "Kill what you can. We're about to get cornered." He said with much less stress in his voice now that he had some backup. Calling on some reserved strength, he grabbed the first biker by the back of it's neck and brutally slammed it's head into the hood of the car over and over until it went limp. Wiping his forehead, he winked at Jason and walked over beside him. "I don't have much ammo but I've still got enough gas to take them on one or two at a time. Just don't let them swarm me, pal."

 

[Andy]

Jason paused and listened to Olivia's words. Pay day? This was far from what he thought of it. Run into someone he really wanted dead? Yeah he had, had his disagreements and his rivalries with people throughout the years but he never wanted to kill anyone besides anyone he might have wanted to kill was back in Wisconsin while he was here in New York. Kinda hard to kill someone who's on the other side of the country. He looked at the supposed doctor who was backing away from the child and narrowed his eyes. A part of him was thinking that the man was just trying to get near the back so they could kill themselves while he made a run for it. Yet another part of him felt sympathetic to what he was saying. He didn't want to kill a child even if it was a walker. But in the world they lived in now that wasn't an option because a walker won't have any hesitation when it comes to killing one of them. With that he looked back down the barrel of his gun and fired the shot running straight through the head of the child who had stopped to feast upon the flesh of the man. "Disgusting.." He then turned to Olivia and rubbed his eyes. He then caught the look that she was giving him and couldn't help but slightly blush. He didn't know why he was but something about that look made him want to protect her even though he knew she could protect herself. "I came in from out of town there were little to no walkers out in that direction yet there was little for supplies as well. So we can go that way to try and avoid more walkers but unless we have a supermarket in our bags we'll be short on supplies. I'm against going further into the city because the further in we go the more walkers we'll run into..so right now I'm open for suggestions on which way we should go. I say we try to find a store or something that would have food and other things that we can hide out in at least until this rain stops falling. But again I'm open for suggestions"

 

[Minx]

Derek didn't question the newcomer with his current situation, bombs...being dropped by a heli? it was military...so what the hell were they doing now.

He came to realization, just like the bikers left that man to die, the military was going to do the same, they were not going to take a risk. He turned around and followed Olivia and the others, then the walkers came, attracted by all the noise. Derek pulled out his knife and let his rifle hang on the straps of his chest and he plunged it into a couple rotter's brains, grunting with each kill. it was four kills at least. why waist a bullet when you can use a knife? Guns are used only when necessary, sure it might take a little more energy and strength, but the navy seal had more than enough of that, and some rage. This was all survival of the fittest, it doesn't matter how many go down in your path, as long as you survive, right?

"we go for the weapon store, that's where we planned on going to, that's where we are going to. bunker down, gather what we can inside and rest, worry about getting more supplies, or leaving the city after" he said roughly, it was the original plan, why ditch it.​

 

[Zarko Straadi]

Weiwei:

Weiwei followed Klaus into the darkness, careful to keep her footfalls as quiet as possible. She had considered taking point--after all, her sword wouldn't run out of ammo. But, did she really trust him at her back? For all she knew, he only had one round left, and it could be some fancy European caliber he couldn't expect to see more of...and he'd get over his contempt for her enough to realize the advantages her weapon offered. The math was as simple as it was cold: any round he spent on a zed was one he couldn't spend on her. She'd do her part of course, but maybe it would be good if he had to use a lug wrench or jack handle from a car as his new weapon by the time they parted ways, so he wouldn't be able to get her sword in exchange for a spent round.

He pointed out a zed. She nodded when she saw that it was thoroughly trapped, and thus harmless. She decided it was actually a good thing. As soon as she'd taken care of higher priority tasks, like securing the garage, gathering supplies, and maybe finding some more people, the zed would make a perfect experimental subject. If she cut it, would it regenerate? How fast would the zed decay, compared to a severed piece of its flesh and the corpse of a pigeon or a piece of chicken? Did zeds have a way to arrest their decomposition? How long before dessication and decay ended their threat?

Sword at the ready, Weiwei turned the next corner, then froze and held up a hand to signal a stop. Gunshots. And the rumble of massed chopper engines. Idiots! The "rolling thunder" effect might be all cool and badass at a bike rally, but during a Zombie Apocalypse? Suicidal. Maybe they were hoping that the storm would give them enough cover to get out of the city. On the plus side, they could ride down the sidewalks to get past gridlocked streets. Still, shouldn't they have taken those big chrome pipes off their bikes, to deemphasize the sound a bit? The roar echoed off of buildings, and in the garage itself, but still Weiwei listened carefully, turning her head to estimate direction and distance. It wouldn't do to emerge into the path of the horde of zeds that would be undoubtedly headed for the sound, or into that of the bikers themselves.

Then, a more ominous sound: the heavy bass rumble of a large explosion. Then another, and another. Weiwei stepped close to Klaus so she could speak to him in a whisper. "I'm going up top to see what's happening," she hissed, then turned and ran back up. He could follow, or not, as he chose. Two possibilities: one, the military had been able to successfully cordon off the city, and were now staging a counterattack to retake it; two, the cordon had fallen and they were firebombing the city to keep eight million zeds from pouring out into the rest of the country. Everything depended on which scenario was taking poace. She could hear the whop-whop-whop of chopper blades as she neared the top. Maybe she and Klaus could signal them for an evac? Or maybe a squad of soldiers to help them hold the fort until the battle was over?

She clambered over the car barricade, then emerged into the storm and stared in horror. Two fiery mushroom clouds were towering over Manhattan. Not nukes, or she and Klaus would already be dead. Fuel-air explosives, the biggest fireballs that could be produced without resorting to the nuclear option. There'd been a big explosion earlier in the day; probably a test, to see if immolation killed zeds. Apparently, a success. "They've lost..." she said. If there was any one city in America that counted as Too Big To Fail, New York City had to be it. Forget Washington D.C., the politicians would have been evacuated to their underground shelter at Mt. Weather before anyone else even got news of Z-Day. Forget the people, forget the countless historical and cultural treasures New York City contained. Wall Street was here, along with all the HQ's of the big banks and trading firms, and perhaps some of the people who ran them, holed up in offices and vaults.

Without even knowing or caring if Klaus was still around, she ran over to her bike trailer and heaved it over, to spill out the water she'd just started collecting. Then, she ran to the storage area she'd pulled it from, and took out what had been behind it: her recumbent trike. She dashed into Imladris and started ransacking her fridge and cupboards, stuffing their most easily edible and portable contents into cloth shopping bags. Another stab of regret hit her: she should have had a bug-out bag already prepared. Right up until this moment, when she actually needed one, she'd had a somewhat smug answer to the BoB question: 'My bug-out bag has a steering wheel.'" Now she would pay the price.

Food, a reused milk jug full of cold water and other of iced tea, steak knife, skillet, fistful of utensils, chopsticks. Lighter fuel and igniter. Tools? Those could be replaced from a hardware store. Her antique treadle-powered sewing machine couldn't; that'd be a painful loss, assuming she made it past the problems of immediate survival. She snatched a couple outfits, one for medium weather, one for warm, a change of underwear, a couple cloaks, and a comforter. Leatherman multitool? Yes. Hatchet? Yes; too short to be a viable weapon as long as she had her sword, it would be good for cutting firewood. Flashlight? Yes. First aid kit? Yes. Back to the trailer, she righted it, unhooked the tarp from Imladris and shoved the extra material into the trailer: it would be useful as a tent later. The bungies followed. Then, she ran back inside and started returning with things to shove into the trailer.

 

[Mr.Scales ⚖]

Blake watched as all hell unfolded, Rolf and Derek attacked the bikers, yet another man joined the group, their was many Rotters out in the cold hard rain and...Helicopters?

As Blake was distracted from the helicopters above, He hadn't watched behind him and a Rotter grabbed his shoulder, the man turned and kneed the Rotter in the stomach, then turning his pistol around and smashing it's head in with the handle.

He looked over to Olivia, Jason and Derek who were finding off a small hoard of corpses, so Blake ran over to them putting his pistol in his holster.

Blake began smashing the corpses skulls in with his blade, as the hoard grown smaller and smaller, Derek declared that we should be going to the weapon shop, which had Blake strongly disagreeing.

"Do you wanna get ripped apart from those things in the freezing and raining darkness, hell no we need to get cover, maybe an apartment or some house." Blake had a look of confusion and disbelief, thinking that the man was insane to risk his life and not wait one night to go to a weapon shop.