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Oct 15 11 10:28 AM
Injury Status: [ uninjured ]The smell hit him like freight train, a smell he had come across many times in his year, that of rotting meat. Murphy's lip curled in disgust as both hands grapped the handle carrier of the twelve packs, one being Coors, the other, sitting next to it, Stella Atrosis. Murphy wasn't really looking, he just wanted to shut the doors again and be gone. Had the power been out that long that meat in a freezer would thaw and rot. That's when he heard it. A grunt? A growl? " What the fuck?" he siad, pulling back quickly, leaving the Coors but holding onto the Stella, fumbling with the crow bar he still had tucked under his arm. "God damn it!" he cursed as the crow bar fell to the floor. He kneeled down, picking it up, keeping his eye on the freezer. Was it a dog? What kind of sick fuck puts a dog in the freezer? But it didn't sound like an animal, it sounded almost human. Maybe someone hurt? He stared hard into the freezer's glass doors, trying to make out what was in there in the dark.It didn't matter, he didn't have time for this, and he didn't want to be caught here. How fucked up would it be to get arrested steal $20 dollars worth of chips and jerky, and a twelve pack of snob beer? He began to back away. keeping his eye on the freezer just in case, only taking one twelve pack with him. Murphy loved animals, if it were a dog, he didn't want to hurt it, better to just get out while he can and head back to the motel.
Oct 19 11 5:47 PM
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[I stood for a moment a little more than perplexed by Smith and his silly fascination with what was under the truck. It took a few moments, a few too many in fact, for me to realize that Smith possibly needed some form of assistance other than my blank stare. I shook loose the confusion and turned around again grabbing two Snickers from the machine; after all, you can't eat just one. After I pocketed the chocolatey treats i double backed toward the truck again, my pistol leveled covering smith from his sides as i approached.]
"If those walking dead can start hiding under trucks, we are truly and royally fucked you know that right?"
[I slowed my pace to a tactical stalk as I came up from behind Smith to provide better cover and in the unlikely event he got pulled under the truck would be there to pull his ass out, hopefully. I made a quick observation of our immediate area making sure no one had decided to catch us off guard, what with the horn blast and us fixated on the underside of a truck we most certainly had our pants down and i was not about to get fucked in the ass, as the metaphor suggested.]
Oct 20 11 6:28 AM
Harvester of Lost Souls
Slayer of Men
Punisher of Gods
Special Agent John Smith
[sprained right ankle]
I grimaced with the pain; I must have hurt
myself worse than I thought. Careful not to take my eyes off the dead thing
under the truck, I readjusted myself, taking more weight off my injured ankle.
I heard Bombay come up behind me.
"If those walking dead can start
hiding under trucks, we are truly and royally fucked, you know that right?" He said.
“Indeed.” I replied. “Cover the roll down
door on the truck.”
I took a deep breath in and steadied my
aim. The front sight of my pistol was in sharp focus against the pale white
skin of the creature’s forehead. I released my breath and squeezed the trigger
with steady pressure from the distal joint of my finger, the Power Crease as the
old time shooters called it, giving me more leverage and control, in case I
needed to pull it again.
Oct 20 11 2:35 PM
Agent Smith [ white ] [ ACTIVE ]
Ben Kramer [ dropped this round
Carlos Alvarez [ orange
] [ ACTIVE ]
Claire Kennedy [ aqua
] [ ACTIVE ]
Cole Turner [ maroon
] [ ACTIVE ]
David Harken [ gray
] [ inactive for two rounds ]
Ivy Clouse [ pink
] [ ACTIVE ]
Detective Jack Bombay [ red
] [ ACTIVE ]
Jasmine Tracy Colby [ puce
] [ ACTIVE ]
Mark Sullivan [ blue
] [ ACTIVE ]
Murphy Griner [ teal
] [ ACTIVE ]
Nick Mason [ olive
] [ ACTIVE ]
Dr. Sharon Flanagan [ dropped this
Richard Gorton [ yellow
] [ no post ]
Zeke Medlin [ dropped this round
Date: August 12th
Current Time: 7:08 PM
Weather Conditions: Dusk. Heavily
overcast, raining in windblown sheets. Outside is warm and muggy;
inside buildings without power it's sticky and humid. The thunder
has grown louder overhead, random bolts of lightning are starting to
touch down over town. A strong wind is blowing in from the cove.
Inside the Hospital...
Location: Loading Bay
Injury Status: [ sprained right ankle
Bombay grabs two
more Snicker's bars from the ruined vending machine, emptying out
that row, before going over to provide cover for Bombay. From where
he stands, he can see or here nothing out of the ordinary.
Still kneeling down, Smith shifts his
weight off his ankle after a warning throb from the sprained joint,
and eases some of the tension, but a thread of discomfort continues
to pulse a reminder to him. The once living person pulls itself
forward in a jerking motion, causing Smith's first shot to plant into
the shoulder. There is a heavy plopping sound as thick red globs
roll out of the fresh hole, the smell a mix of rotting meat and
infection. The thing gnashes teeth toward Smith as it jerks itself
forward again, the face almost even with the rear metal bumper.
Smith takes another shot, the pale skin stretched over the forehead
discoloring from inside as veins burst and spill out their contents.
The undead's eyes, already cloudy with the look of death, go
unfocused as it's face twitched. The head drops down in the water,
creating a small splash that laps at the cement edge of the walkway.
When Smith fires his weapon, there is a
noise inside the truck, a metallic echoing as something inside moves
or falls over.
[ Nightingale – please add the
candy to your application. ]
[ GM Note: 1 kill for
Location: Intensive Care Ward –
practically lights up as Nick suggests that she should take the lead
on the investigation and she nods eagerly. “That's fine, I have
more experience in that department. Do you have any idea where we
can find this doctor Kornet?”
Location: East Hallway
decided to go back inside and escape the pounding storm. After
hobbling his way back down the stairs, he feels winded, the tiredness
settling deeply on his shoulders.
the doorway, he sees a passage directly across from him leading into
what looks like a sterile sitting room that looked suspiciously like
every other waiting area in the entire hospital. There is a plague on
the wall that reads:
TERM CARE WARD
[ reposted from last round ]
Outside the Hospital...
Location: Midnight Cove Police
After making his
announcement, Harken watches the police station closely. The undead
in front of the door now seem more interested in him than they do
getting inside, and all of them start to turn away from the door,
stumbling and bumping into each other like drunkards. Through the
rain, Harken sees several windows illuminate as curtains are drawn
back. He can see faint outlines of figures on the other side of the
As seconds tick
by, the crowd of the undead make their way down the stairs. The first
two are at the truck, one in front, one at the passenger window, a
hand landing against the window in repeated smacks. As the group
clears the stair, Harken sees the front doors of the station open, a
flashlight beam dancing through the falling rain, making the drops
look like sparkling gems. With the headlights pointed towards the
station, Harken can see what looks like four people standing at the
top of the stairs. One of them is carrying a shotgun, the other three
The man with the
shotgun takes the lead, going down the stairs and drawing the
attention of two of the undead. He uses the butt of his shotgun,
knocking one away, while the other grabs at his arm. He uses his
elbow and knocks the attacker away, but the person stays standing.
The others stay at the top, huddled together, while the rest of the
undead turn their attention to the man, five of them advancing
towards him. He is yelling something that Harken cannot hear over the
rumble of the engine.
[ reposted from two rounds ago ]
Location: Village Green, south
of the Hospital
In her panic and
with the motion of her body as she continues to kick at the people
pulling on her other leg, most of her shots go wild, tearing out
small chunks of the street. One of them does connect, and the undead
closest to her falls down, a spray of thick red blood painting Ivy's
hard and arm, most of it quickly washed away from the falling rain
beating down on her. Her pistol starts clicking on empty after she
expends all the bullets in the chamber. The undead who have her leg
in their grip finally pull the boot off her right foot, the group of
them falling away as it slides off, giving her a quick chance to
climb up the ladder, if she chose to.
[ GM Note: 1
Kill for Ivy ]
the second zombie quickly, the body falling close to the first one.
He can hear the girl and boy both screaming for help, as well as
shots coming from the other side of the large silver tour bus.
Looking over his shoulder he spots Cole clubbing a zombie as another
one is getting close to him. There are none coming up along their
backs that Carlos can see, and no others in his immediate area.
[ GM Note: 2
Kills for Carlos – one from previous round, one from this round
pushes the zombie back from him. As he grabs his fire axe he can
hear a boy and girl screaming for help, and shots being fired from
the other side of the large silver tour bus. He also hears a shot
from where Carlos is standing. Lifting his fire axe, Cole brings it
down, catching the zombie in the crook between the neck and shoulder.
The zombie reaches for him with its other arm, catching hold of his
sleeve as it turns its head and snaps its teeth at his arm, catching
a mouth of protective plastic. There is another zombie approaching
Convenience Store at Wharf Avenue and Heron Street
Deciding to leave
whatever was in the freezer alone, Murphy takes his crow bar and case
of beer and heads back to the front of the store. As he nears it,
the cone of light sweeps over that part of the city, allowing Murphy
a momentary glimpse of the rainy city. There were figures between
the gas station and his car, he counted at least five of them before
the light continued on its arc over the town.
House on Primrose Lane
across the wall and vertical blinds as the lighthouse sweeps over
this part of the city, the beam seeping in through the windows she
opened in the living room. The light does nothing to illuminate the
furthest end of the kitchen.
She decides to
investigate some of the drawers and starts pulling them open,
rummaging through them. One drawer is filled with random scraps of
paper, the material crinkling under her searching fingers. Another
is filled with random tools and loose screws and nails; she fingers a
hammer, three sizes of screw drivers, and several pairs of pliers and
wrenches. Another drawer is filled with linens, one with eating
utensils in an organizer, and a third with cutlery. As she searches
in the last drawer, her finger slides alone the serrated edge of a
bread knife, the sharp edge slicing her finger opened. She can feel
blood quickly spring forth and start running down her finger.
House on Daffodil Lane
Yelling out as he
walks through the room, Mark can hear the rain picking up outside as
it pounds against the roof and windows. As he moves around the
furniture and towards the entry way leading into the dining room, he
hears something coming from that direction. The sound is quick and
heavy, like something falling off a shelf.
[ GM Note:
I wasn't sure of the direction you intended to go, so I assumed you
meant towards the dining room. ~ Ashie ]
Eagle Street, close to Midnight Cove Fire Station
woman, Jasmine can feel the knife puncture through flesh and bone and
sink into something softer. The fight in the woman stops
immediately, her hand releasing Jasmine's clothing and falling limply
down. Moving quickly, Jasmine turns herself towards the man and
attempts to stab him in the eye, but he seems to be agitated by the
activity and moved quicker than expected as he lunged for her. He
grabs her arm as it swings around, but she is able to pull herself
loose thanks to the rain making her skin slick. Behind her, she can
hear a groaning noise.
[ GM Note:
1 Kill for Jasmine ]
Oct 20 11 6:09 PM
Injury Status: [ uninjured ]Ivy quickly climbs up the latter trying not to slip. She checks to see if her pistol is still in her hands which it is. She looks forward at the boy hanging and runs to him. Ivy pulls the small bag of bullets out and tries reloading her pistol quickly. Once she does, she aims down shooting at the closest zombies. She only has eight bullets left in her bag.
Oct 26 11 2:26 PM
Spitting a short hiss at the male zombie Jasmine jerks her hunting knife out of the woman's skull, making a short leap away from the man as his fingers slip off her rain-slicked arm. Snapping herself like an overstrung wire she launches herself back towards the zombie, hoping it would lunge after her false retreat and stabs forward with her long hunting knife. With another scream she tries to slam it into the mans forehead, twisting herself directly in front of him to minimize her chance of failure. The noise behind her lent speed to her movements, the fear that her kill was being eaten enraging her further.
Oct 26 11 3:21 PM
Injury Status: [ uninjured ]Mark stopped in his steps and assumed his firing stance leaving enough room for him to react to whatever was turning the corner. "If somebody is in there, speak up and tell me you are you... or i will fire.."Mark didnt have to check his rifles safety. He never had it on. The only safety he needed was his own self discipline. He had always worked on the careful side. Doing everything with as much precaution as he felt was needed.
Oct 26 11 3:27 PM
Injury Status: [ uninjured ]Cole was keeping it at a distance and would use his leverage on the zombie and would swing the zombie around with his axe into the side of the bus and bring the shotgun down at the newcomer.
Oct 27 11 6:05 PM
With the shotgun in his hands, Carlos figured Cole could handle the two zombies. He moved forward toward the girl and the boys voice, ready to fire if anything popped out at him.
[Not purposefully posting short, just a very direct time in the game.]
Nov 4 11 11:22 PM
Nov 6 11 10:26 PM
"Not at the moment, I mean there are the typical spots, but lets think here for a moment. Yes, we have crazy fucking zombies outside, but we still have power. Wherever a phone is I can page her to dial us on the intercom." Nick looked around for a phone.
Nov 7 11 9:47 AM
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Nov 25 11 9:57 AM
Apr 11 12 1:06 PM
to leave whatever it was in the freezer alone, Murphy takes his crow bar and
case of beer and heads back to the front of the store. Exiting, a cone of light
swept over him from the lighthouse, allowing Murphy a momentary glimpse of the
rainy outside. There were figures between the gas station and his car; he
counted at least five of them before the light continued on its arc over the
town. His first reaction was ‘Ah fuck,
he had been caught,’ and the thought of dropping the crowbar entered his mind.
He immediate knew something was wrong however.
In the darkness, barely silhouettes against the gray storm clouds, he
could see them inching towards him. They
moved all wrong, not like normal people, and not like drunks. It was as if they were puppets, their limbs
connected by a string pulled and dragged by some demented, gigantic puppeteer living
in the heavens.
uh, the stores open, yeah,” the words just came out, explaining himself, his
mind working on every detail he could make out as he began to back up towards
the store’s door. “Just got me a case
of beer and some chips, dude is working with a cal…..” His voice died on his lips, no one had said
anything, and they just continued to move closer.
pass of the light and before it disappeared; Murphy noticed things about the
bodies of the people in front of him. A
glimpse of an arm of a young girl, where the flesh and muscle were gone and looked
as if it had been gnawed by some wild animal to the bone and barely hanging on
with exposed tendons. There was a fat, naked
man, whose stomach was ripped and torn, looking like a huge bloody vagina, his intestine dangled from the bottom of the opening, dragging on the ground between his legs with ever
step the fat ass took. A long haired
young teen, girl maybe, or one of those fem boys that wore the skinny
jeans raised its arms, a hole blown in
its chest, the sternum exposed, from what looked like a close ranged shotgun
blast. He had seen dead bodies before,
having worked for the mob, having worked for the Cisnero Family. These people looked dead, their faces, their
eyes, never mind the horrible wounds someone or some thing had inflicted upon their bodies. And, even with the rain, even with the smell
of the salt and sea, Murphy could smell them, a rotting meat odor he had become
all too familiar with.
passed the case of beer to the arm carrying his crowbar, still facing the
people in front of them. His free arm
grasped the door and he backed inside the store again, his mind flashing to all
those horror movies he had seen in the movies and one TV. Fuck, this was just like those, those ones
about the dead that got up and ate people.
No, that can’t be, it can’t fucking be.
Those were movies, like Star Wars or fucking Friday the 13th. Chewbacca and Jason and Freddy don’t fucking exist and
neither do the fucking walking dead.
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