Living Dead RP

Time: 8:00 AM, Day 1. 2016...
-Kesslinger Residence, Carson City, Nevada

Itsvan sat there looking out the attic window. The madness has been driving on for three days, as most of London has been abandoned. The old clock next to him seemed to groan more and more with each passing minute. Itsvan continued to drink a bottle of water as he read more and more of the Parasol Corp. Documentations. He so far had found out that the virus is spread by blood-blood contact with another. He dropped the documents and packed everything up. Making a mental note to get some more water and provisions later, as he dropped the now empty water bottle into a box. He loaded the M14 magazine into the rifle and peered outside. Morning. The coast outside was clear. It was time for him to go out on his dangerous trek to the Local Walmart. Where provisions and other stuff had clearly been untouched.

"Damn...vell...might az vell hope I get home alive again." Itsvan laughed as he climbed down the stairs slowly. The lab jacket he had on swished carefully down the steps as he ventured off his porch. He slowly treaded down the street to the store. Hoping to either not encounter any resistance, or hoping to find some survivors.

"Clear...I vonder vhere zhey all vent to. Bingo?" He thought to himself...before he heard a soft crunch in the gravel. The city was abandoned. And crunches, DON'T come often...well they do, but not from humans. Itsvan swiftly turned around to see a group of zombies, gruesomely murdered people with blood and bites all over them. One of them even had a machete in his bald head as an accessory.

"You vant dinner? I mean Breakvast! You must vork for it!" He shouted as he fired a few rounds into the mob of zombies.

"RAAWWWRR Very Happy

" One of them shouted and the group all dashed at Itsvan, who was carefully shooting each and everyone of them.

"You vill need to do better zhen zhat!" he shouted as he stabbed the head of the zombie with his blank. The nail got stuck in there, and refused to come out. He just left it there as the zombie fell down dead. The remaining two quickly dashed in for the kill again. Just before they ate some more lead.

"Now ZHAT, vas good excercise." Itsvan laughed and he continued slowly down the path. Reloading while he walked. This day, he thought, is going to be a long one.

-Time: 8:40, on the streets to Walmart, Carson City

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Rainbow Six- Leader

Isis woke up and opened her eyes, but immediately squinted trying to block out the brilliant morning sun. Out of every position she could've fell asleep in, she just had to wake up with the one that pointed her semi-dilated eyes directly at the sun. I thought alleys were known for blocking out the sun. She stretched her entire body and let out a quiet shriek of relief, then rubbed her cheek for any signs of dried up saliva: not her own of course, but of the handsome stud she slept with.

She found none. What's more, she didn't even feel the warmth of another man next to her. Instead, she felt a cold cylindrical metal poke her in the face a moment later.

"Bang!", said a smooth male voice.

Her eyes focused on the source. There was the man she slept with; pointing a sniper rifle at her.

"Get that out of my face." She said as she shoved the tip of the rifle away and rubbed her eyes still trying to wake up.

She looked around and saw a beaten metal container with a healthy fire in it. Mounted against the wall was a pile of freshly cooked meat. On the other side of the alley she saw the bag of clothes and underwear they both had ransacked from the local mall. Next to her were a pair of worn but very suggestive panties. It was then everything snapped back into place. The man had supplies and it was obvious what she needed to do. Seduce him into providing shelter for her. And it worked perfectly.

"Hahaha! But you see," he said in a mirthful tone, "that's all it would've taken to kill a beautiful woman like you! You should be more careful with whom you sleep with."

She flipped the blanket off her and let out a smile. "Are you saying I shouldn't have slept with you?"

He was visibly taken aback by her beautiful radiant smile. "I'm only saying..."

She took the bag of clothes with her and walked around a dark corner to dress up privately while her mate went back to keeping the fire warm.

"Ya'know, I've been thinking," he lectured as he heard her rummaging clothes invisibly within the shadows, "maybe this zombie outbreak is a sign."

"A sign?" She shouted from the shadow corner.

"Yeah. Like the people who will survive are the superior ones. The ones destined to carry on the human civilization."

"And the others that become infected?" she shouted casually, "are just the unworthy?"

"Exactly! I am a very firm believer in survival of the fittest!" He heard no response, but went on knowing she was listening, "like I can understand it if children can't protect themselves, but it's the parents fault for being incompetent! Just look at them! All dead because they couldn't protect themselves. And why should we care for those who don't protect themselves? Mother nature doesn't care, so why should we!? Am I right?"

Again he heard no response. He did, however feel a cold cylindrical metal touch him in the back of his head.

"That's a pretty disgusting way of thinking," she said in a cold voice much unlike the charming voice he'd heard from her yesterday, "then again, I shouldn't be talking. I'm no better."

And with that, she pulled the trigger. She then pushed the dead body into the flames and proceeded to eat the meat he had so conveniently prepared for her, and packed the bags of supplies he so resourcefully provided.

I am, however, a firm believer in achieving the best bang-for-the-buck. With pull of a trigger, I made one less person to feed, one less person to be fed upon by zombies, and a strong fire left for anyone who happens to stop by later on. Not to mention one less condescending moron to worry about.

She then heard gunfire from a distance, and from what her sharp ears could pick up, a bizarre German accent. She didn't really care.

After finishing her meal, she took up two bags full of supplies and went off into some direction. Any direction. If memory served, she remembered there was a Walmart in the direction she was heading.

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Driving though his neighborhood, it still remained surprisingly calm, A few bloody bodies here there, some broken stuff, a few things on fire, despite it all, it was still surprisingly calm. He just needed one thing to get through the city: a GPS unit, out of all things a camper shouldn't miss, a GPS unit. He drove his car to the Circuit City near his home.

"It's completely deserted." Shaun thought to himself, "Perhaps a couple monsters or whatever they are, hopefully I can get stuff without trouble."

He parked his car right in front of the store and he took his shotgun and MP5 with him just in case. He simply stepped through the left ajar doors and stepped into the showroom with his SPAS 12 out. He surveyed the mostly thrashed store and walked straight to the GPS displays. He looked through the cage below the display and saw many of the GPS units still remaning behind the lock. He took aim and blasted the lock right off and while hoping he didn't destroy too much. He reloaded a shell and heard a loud clatter. He turned to see what remained of several Circuit City employees coming towards him, knocking over various products to the floor as they cramped themselves into the aisle.

"Hmm...shoplifting's still a problem, eh?" Shaun joked to himself, "Well, it's for a good cause" he added as he shouldered his shotgun. He fired in to them taking a couple out. He fired off six shells but the a shell jammed ejecting and he coulnd't fire again until he cleared it.

"Shit" Shaun said as he dropped the shotgun and brought out the MP5, took off the safety, fired into the remaining monsters, finishing them once and for all. He reloaded the MP5 and went to pick up his trusty shotgun, unjammed it, and reloaded it to its 8 shell capacity. He grabbed a TomTom an d was about to head out when he saw boxes of PS3s and XBox 360s, he thought about it and deciding it's not worth it, continued out of the store ignoring the anti-theft alrms as he walked out the front doors.

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Itsvan continued down the silent streets as he left the now dead zombies the way he shot them. He also decided to keep the machete as a souvenir, cause god knows it could be useful. He continued down the path to Walmart which, conveniently was right across the street of Circuit City.

"Vich veminds me. I need something to entertain me. Documents can be so very boring after a vile." He said to himself. Hopefully not attracting any attention to zombies.

The sun grew higher as he walked. It has been 5 minutes since his encounter, he noted. 8:46. He looked around and saw the parking lot which sat at the feet of the amazingly big Walmart. He dashed through the parking lot fearing no cover from zombies and smack dab into a glass door. He back up and unloaded a few rounds into it when miraculously, it opened. He stepped into the dark Walmart and began searching for the food section. Looking around carefully through the sniper scope. He quickly walked though the food isle and slowly pulled necessities from the untouched shelves. Pocketing each and everyone of the items he needed like crackers, some cooked ham, cans of spam, etc, all stuffing them into the deep lab jacket pockets.

"Vat else vould I vequire to survive on my own?" He thought as he checked his list. He was reading everything he needed:
5 cans of spam
4 box of saltines
3 baked hams
2 large bottles of water
1 new shirt

"I think all this vould veigh me down alot." So Itsvan scratched off a ham from the list.

He strided through the exit without any resistance at all...until he walked outside. There stood. What you may say, a hoard of zombies. Each and everyone of them wielding things like clubs and pipes. Itsvan backed up abit.

"So they vant lunch alvedy? Its only 9:10." He quickly unloaded a few rounds into the front of the line.

9:12, Walmart

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Rainbow Six- Leader

"Fucking idiot bastard," he mumbled.

"Took all the guns but hah! I got my ammo. I can fucking sell them for some high prices," he smiled slightly at the thought.

"But beer, can not go without beer. I must get some beer."

He wondered where was the best place to go get beer.

"Oh yeah, what's that place's name? Choco, no...oh yeah...Borxom's Liquors! That place is awesome. That's where I'm going."

He hurried down the street toward Borxom's Liquors with nothing on his mind except for beer till a group of zombies blocked his way.

"Move out of the way, you damn hippies!"

One zombie gave a groan.

"What was that? I don't care if you know english or not. Move out of my fucking way or someone's getting hurt."

The zombies moaned and sludged their way toward Tom.

"That's it you're getting it! No one gets between me and my beer!"

He pulled out his handgun and fired into the crowd. Within 13.6 minutes, all the zombies were blasted into pieces. Tom walked through the carnage and kicked one of the zombie's head.

"That's right no one gets between me and my beer and my women and anything else I say."

Tom trailed into Borxom's Liquors a little later and noted the Walmart a little ways down.

"Forget the provisions, all I need is my beer."

After a few minutes hooking up his new TomTom, he set off hoping to get out town. He passed by blocks upon blocks of mayhem. This was different than just a while ago.

"Geez, are there any survivors around?" he wondered, then he heard gunfire close by. He slammed on the brakes and ducked his a head a bit letting his eyes poke enough he could still look around. He readied his MP5 and looked to where he thought the fire originated. There in front a Walmart, someone firing into a group of zombies. He turned the car torwards the superstore in hopes of either helping someone and getting more substantial food other the Snickers bars he had.

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Time: 9:15
"Okay, this may vell as be a problem." He said as he reloaded, dropping the now empty clip onto the floor. He shoved a new clip in just as a zombie was about to jump on him. He whacked in the head but got scratched up in the process by the zombie. He opened fire point blank into the zombie's head and tore it straight off.

"Next!" Itsvan shouted as he continued firing rounds into the mob. Each one was gaining ground faster than he expected and he would be surrounded in mere minutes. Then he thought...

"HAM!" Itsvan threw a baked ham at the crowd, knocking down 5 bowling pins, I mean zombies. The crowd went for the meat, expecting it to be human brains or something because its round. Itsvan dug into his inner pockets to look for something as they trashed the meat.

"Okay....erm...let's see. Mag, no. Cracker, no. German Imported Beer, Yes." Itsvan pulled out the bottle and opened it. Took a swing, and then proceeded to stuff a cloth from his ripped sleep into the nose of the bottle. He lit the bottle using gunfire and tossed it into the heart of the crowd.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS ZOMBIES!" He shouted as the group burst into flames, the horde screamed as they ran around trying to fan off the fire. Half of the caught fire to the other half. So we have one whole group of smokin zombies.

Regardless of the fire, some of them ran at him to burn him as well. Itsvan unloaded a couple more rounds into the running ones and dodged as a flaming one swept its arm at him. Moments later, the horde of zombies were nothing more than ash.

Until he heard more moaning...

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Rainbow Six- Leader

As Shaun raced his car across the humongous Wal-Mart parking lot, he saw the stranger take down the last remaining zombies. He saw him standing among the ash and burning corpses with his rifle. As he neared him, he saw another group of zombies starting coming and he drove even faster to get to him. He stopped the car near the stranger. He got out with his shotgun in hand to help the stranger...

"I have a couple extra weapons if you want to use them.” Shaun said popping the trunk and shouldering his weapon ready to take fire.

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"Nah, that'z fine, I can survive with this." Itsvan patted his rifle and reloaded a clip into the gun. He unleased another couple of rounds into the front of the on coming crowd.

"Can that thing drive?" Itsvan pointed at the new comers truck.

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Rainbow Six- Leader