Brrrraaaainnsss!! a Zombie RPG

[mig]

*N.B.: ElectroV methinks it's your turn to run with the ball for a bit and bring to life (or undead... bwah-hah-ha) your character Edward.
To the group: both my apologies and my thanks for allowing my Prof. D into the fray.  I promise he'll meld well into the storyline but for now just treat as you prolly already are, as a wtf twist in the plot.  It'll come about.
And the apologetic MiG must concede that he just jumped right in without fair warning... although what IS fair warning in a fiction thriller?
*NOTE* there is an exit strategy for this character if need be.  PM me if you have any issues. . .

And now, back to the zombies. . .

[Aweena]

 Hi, I'm interested in joining and am wondering if it's too late into the RPG to join? If it is, I'll understand and all, don't worry.
If not...

Name: Yoko Yamiato
Age: 32
**Weapon will be aquired** (She'll use more of a dodgy-hidey, get-the-Hell-outta-there technique)
Profession: Chef
Background: Born in Tokyo, Japan, the Yamiato family (Consisting of Yoko and her two parents) moved to Toronto, Ontario in search of a better life, which soon found Yoko. Growing up, her passion was to cook and soon became her goal to become the best chef ever. That goal was soon to be achieved when Yoko moved to New York City to attend College for Hospitality. Since her graduation, her life was fulfilled. Now, it's changed.
Her personality is quiet, shy, and is normally the background noise in a room.
Location when the virus broke: Grocery store
Appearance: Short, black hair, an ill complexion, tired-looking eyes and never wears make-up.
 (I realize that everyone's further in the RPG, so this will be the post back when it happened, the past)
 
 Yoko shook her head in disagreement. "No, I don't think it's healthy."
"Oh, c'mon Yok! It's not gonna kill you!" Her dear friend Shawna protested, begging for Yoko to purchase the box of popsicles. Since getting fired, Shawna had rebuilt her life by becoming Yoko's human pet, staying in the apartment all day, waiting to greet her friend. Yoko didn't have it in her to kick Shawna out but felt like she should before things got too bad. Yoko didn't care if a harmless box of popsicles were made of sugar, it was just the fact that Shawna was buying random things with Yoko's hard-earned money.
"Maybe we can next time. Remember, we have to carry all of this home." Yoko said. Together they continued down the frozen food aisle, looking through the frosted windows in search of a delicious dinner.
 From behind them a woman began to breathe heavily in sharp, pained gasps. Yoko watched from the corner of her eye as the woman collapsed in pain, squirming uncomfortably and applying pressure to a bleeding wound on her side.
"Oh my..." Yoko gasped. Shawna followed her gaze and noticed the woman. She ran over to the woman's side and began attempting to help somehow, not knowing what to do.
"Yoko, go get help!" Shawna ordered. Feeling useless, Yoko nodded and ran down the aisle in search of another person.
No one was there. Could this store be that deserted?
"Oh, sir!" Yoko called as she spotted a short, balding man down the way. She repeated the rushed greeting, trying to get his attention. "Sir!" She repeated. The man noticed her timid voice and spun around, his fingers curling into fists and his eyes falling level to hers. Now she knew why the store was emptied. Though he was far away, Yoko could see the stain of blood on his tattered shirt; his stomach was torn and spewing organs and guts, and his eyes had a cold, blank stare that were telling Yoko to get the Hell out of there.
"Oh." Was all Yoko could say as the man began to approach her at a rapid pace. Yoko closed her eyes and wished it all away. The wish came, followed by a wave of blood that washed over her. Something told her it wasn't her own blood, and wasn't the mans. Something whispered,
 "Run"

[mig]

   It was still quite dark as the tall man strode down the sidestreet and the gaining dawn caused his faint shadow to lurch grotesquely along the building facades.  Noiselessly he moved along at an unmeasured gait, sometimes slowing though mostly doubling his cadence as he skip-stepping over the occassional body to be found along the way.  At times he left the closeness of the sidewalk and moved to deliberately walk down the center of the street, sometimes crossing to the opposite side, other times returning to the sanctuary of the shadows the buildings provided.  There was no fear as he marched along but still he breathed a sigh of relief when he passed by the Japanese steak house near where he lived and at last he could make out the familiar surroundings of his neighborhood.
   The noises of the city had changed, and althought the distant cacaphony of the city that never sleeps permeated his senses he was well aware that the sounds that defined the night were not the same sounds that he'd fallen asleep to countless times these past twenty or so years.  "This was finished long ago!!!", he reeled in his mind, "I thought we'd won.", he almost wept to himself.  But before his self pity could take hold he was already swinging at the fold of darkness that lept toward him, his left arm swinging in an open-handed arc, striking hard in a backhanded slap that contacted, and made substance of, the shadow that wanted to tear at his throat.
   In the same fluid motion that knocked the zombie from a leaping menace to a crumpled heap on the concrete before him his right hand was grasping behind his head and finding the hilt of the dark blade that now swung menacingly in the air, crackling and leaving an ozone scent that would have hung in the air had he not waved it rapidly around slicing into the torso and then the neck of the two other zombies that followed.  The two sliced and diced zombies now dispatched were of no consequence and he held his focus on the first of his attackers; the pink gingham dressed figure he'd now recognised as the lovely young woman he'd seen almost daily each morning at the Starbucks across from his building these past few months.
   The movement of the curved, dark blade never once lost it's pace as it swung around behind him and over his head, pulled to Earth as if with great gravity and parting this once beautiful woman from head to pubis, her now cold and unstaring eyes falling on either side of him as he pulled hard to free the black steel sword from the gash in the pavement beneath where she made her last attempt at him.
   Her pretty smile, so full of hope and promise eroded from his memory like the sands of a wind blown dune as he sheathed the blade and wiped a tear from his cheek.  His attention already turned to the here and now of the faint glimmer of light that emmitted from the fourteenth floor of the blacked out building that was his home.  The light, he knew, was the floor lamp that stood beside the easy chair in his study.
   "June!", he thought in a loud voice.  She'd left a light on, and if he knew his old girl she'd be waiting for his return.  Both shrouded in grief at the horrors he knew were becoming reality again and elated at the thought of his beautiful life partner he bounded across the street, springboarding from the roof of a crashed Yellow Cab onto the 2nd story roof of a Tai restaurant.  As he made his way home he could hear the distant wailings of motorcycles hunting for higher and faster gears.
   "I hope those kids make the bridge okay", he whispered aloud, "That's where they'll be waiting for them!"

[Aweena]

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.
“I’ll kill you soon.” Yoko Yamiato, the 32-year old chef, whispered to the inanimate clock. For days now, that was the only sound she heard. It began to become her friend, singing its melodic lullabies, soothing her mind and persuading her to sleep.
“Can’t give into sleep now.” Yoko sighed. She sat down behind the counter, leaning her back against the cold, metal stove and sighing. Days had passed and she hadn’t heard or seen anything from the outside world. She was too afraid to leave the kitchen of her restaurant. Sprawled out on the floor of the dining area was a bleeding man, and Yoko knew that facing him would be facing the truth. For a bit longer she would live in this fantasy lie that everything was perfect. Solitude wasn’t so bad when you had a clock to accompany you.
 Maybe she had gone insane. Maybe this was all in her mind, like fear itself. Not seeing the light of day, not seeing a living, breathing face or hearing a human voice caused her to fall into a state of insanity. The darkness was beginning to consume every last ray of sanity she had, turning her into one of those things. She still didn’t understand them, but whatever they were, they weren’t the people they used to be. 'How that man tore Shawna apart...' Yoko thought. She shuddered as the memory replayed in her mind like an old slideshow. Frame by frame she watched as the man dug his hands into her throat, feasting on Shawna as though she were an all-you-can-eat buffet. After that traumatic event, Yoko fled, running through the packed streets of horror. Faces passed by her, images swam through her eyes, plaguing her mind with gruesome thoughts. Her apartment was too far from the grocery store. The only other place she knew was here, the decorative, overly-expensive restaurant she worked at. She was new to this city, to this world. What happened to outskirts she grew up in? They were gone. Now she was stuck in an urban playground filled with booby traps and twisted ideas waiting to spring up. There was no escape from this playground, just a spiralling slide that never ended. The teeter-totter wasn’t any better either.
“Don’t get me started on that.” Yoko chuckled. She picked up the dented can of tomato sauce and read the contents. For a millisecond it calmed her boredom, but was flared up again.  Too many percentages to entertain her. In frustration, she threw the can at the counter and watched as chunky drops of liquefied tomato flew through the air, splattering over everything, including Yoko. For a second she sat, feeling the blotches of red run down her face, falling onto the ground.
“Great.” She murmured. Wiping the gunk away from her face, she stood up and quietly walked into the staff room. Most of her time was spent in that room, reading over every magazine and flicking through the channels of static. The cubby holes of the employees were in there, and Yoko remembered seeing Cindy’s rather large clothing sitting sprawled on the couch, still clean. 
Today, she would dress as the obese woman and continue on with this horrid life. Today, she would live. Tomorrow, she didn’t know.

[Schizo]

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Sorry its been a while! I've been mega busy!
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Nick powered down the streets on the heavy duty bike, it was very comfortable to ride, he thought he might just keep it depending on how everything turned out. Anna was also enjoying the ride, feeling the air rush past her face, and blow through her hair, she had never been on a motorbike before. It would only be about a minute before they got to the Police Station so Nick slowed down a little.

"Don't want to attract any unwanted attention" Nick announced over the intercom to the others.
"We'll be there in a few seconds, keep your eyes peeled".

They drove on up a steep hill and could see the Station peering over the top like the sun was rising, nothing else could be seen or heard, all was quiet and still, was this good or bad? Nick thought, he couldn't make up his mind. The station was lit up in places, it had backup battery power incase of a blow out, it would last a few days, but that meant there was some heat, light and food.

"Lets circle around the building, just to make sure". Said Luke on one of the other bikes with Sam.

"Good idea, we'll go through the back door as well, when we get round the other side, head down the alleyway". Nick was impressed with Luke's forward thinking, he would have thought of it sooner but he was also feeling very tired, the same as Angela who he had noticed resting her head on Marbelle's back.

The drove around the station and it all looked clear, nothing could be seen. Nick noticed a couple of the Cop Cars had been taken but one thing that he did pick up on was that there was a car in the carpark that he hadn't seen before, it was a black Mercedes SLK class, it looked very new. He noted the registration number, something that he did automatically without realizing.

They all stopped outside the back entrance and turned their engines off. All of them huddled together holding their weapons.
"Right guys, although we've checked it out we can't be sure what or who is inside. So just be careful" Nick cocked his shotgun and turned towards the door. It was opened with a number and a key that luckily Nick had on him. He punched the code into the panel and the door clicked open, readying his weapon he led the group into the abandoned station, or what he hoped was abandoned.

[Schizo]

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Dead Thread?
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[mig]

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No, just sleeping... waiting!   bwah-ha-hah! 
film at eleven
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[LavenderFairy]

Hii!! Back for vacations ^^, how is everyone doing?  Oh I see I need to keep up with the story o- o;

[Schizo]

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YAY!! Welcome back Lavey! Missed you loads! Everythings good thanks, waiting for someone to reply to this thread! lol
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[Schizo]

Nick placed his hand as quietly as he could on the door handle, trying to open the door with as little noise as possible, if there was someone or something within the police station, he didn't want it to know they were here too. All 6 of the group slowly made their way through the back entrance of the station, Luke gently closed the door to make sure no noise would be made, a mechanism in the door made a whirring and clicking noise to signify that it locked shut. This made Luke shudder at the thought they could end up being locked in here forever. The thought quickly passed and he concentrated on what they had to do.

In a low whispering voice "I'll go with Marbelle and Angela, Luke you stick with Anna and Sam. We'll spread out and try and find anything that we can use to our advantage. We'll meet back by the back entrance in 15 minutes, okay?" said Nick.

"Got it" Luke replied also whispering.

"Here's a spare torch you can use" Marbelle passed it so Sam.

"We'll search upstairs and you take downstairs okay?" Nick asked Sam, Luke and Anna.

"Okay.....Good Luck" said Sam, before heading off into the darkness of the station.

[Schizo]

The sound of footsteps echoed off of the marble flooring, sounding hundreds of times louder than usual, every step made Nick that little bit more nervous. The adrenaline was pumping its way around his veins, he loved that feeling, one of the main reasons he became a police officer. None of the lights were on or working in the station, the lift had also broken down, and not a sound could be heard within. Nick, Angela and Marbelle made it to the entrance of the stairwell. Nick looked up into the vast expanse of darkness above him, after the first floor he couldn't see anything....they had to make it to the third floor. All the weapons were kept up there, and if the team got a hold of those, they would be in with a fighting chance to survive this ordeal.

Nick took the first step on to the staircase, pointing his shotgun infront incase anything was there, he took it very slowly, step by step. Again making sure that nothing knew they were here. As he got to the first floor he saw an open door down one of the corridors, the reason that he could see this was that a small beam of light was shining from over there. It was a very dim light, as if coming from a torch.

"You think someone is there?" Angela Asked.

"Possibly..." Nick wasn't so sure, he had doubts in his mind, for one; the torch was dead still and not moving, plus it was advertising someone's whereabouts, why would anyone do that? he thought to himself. Although he was certain no one was there, he made his way over to the door to check just in case...

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Sam, Luke and Anna were facing the door to the custody suite, this is where all the thieves, murders and rapists would come and be left in a cell before going to court. Luke stretched his hand out, he was shaking and sweating. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, this didn't help much. He turned the knob on the door, and with an eerie creak it slowly drifted open, down a stone set of stairs awaited the cells. Luke thought that if anyone had survived, it would be the prisoners as they would be locked nicely behind bars. As they made their way down the stone stairs Sam started to notice that his feet were sticking to the floor, that feeling you get when walking through a cinema, he stopped, bent down and ran his finger along the floor. Immediately he knew that it was blood....



Photo of the shotgun nick has at the mo:

[Samuel]

"Fresh, too...stay on your guard, everyone...and if you get any open wounds, do NOT fall into it." Sam held his sword in one hand, his torch in the other. His heart pounded harder and harder as they moved deeper in...

[Schizo]

Every step seemed like an eternity as Nick towards the open door. He hadn't been this nervous in a long time, but it felt good. It made him feel alive, rather than a souless robot with no emotions. He didn't like that side of the job, he had to be strong and brave. Fearless and unmovable but every now and then he just wanted to drop his guard and be able to be himself, his old self.

Nick reached out his hand and it trembled as it touched the front of the door, he gently pushed it away from him and it made a creak. He stopped dead in his tracks to make sure nothing had heard him. His heart was pounding in his throat like an orchestra of timpani's, he waited a few seconds before pushing the door open with one swing, he stepped forward pointing his shotgun into the room. Everything was dark apart from the strong beam emitting from the torch, it was like a lighthouse, showing him the way....