Gore Fest

[Self-sain]

Stuv slowly got up, 'what to do, what to do, I'm sure I could take a gray hound close quarters if need, be' he thought, as he got up and went into the store. He saw the map, and the gray hound go up, 'I can take the map and go.... or I could take the map and what is here' he thought, tucking the map in his back pocket, and creeping up the stairs. 'I must stay silent, until I have the key' thinking to him self, looking around the corner of the stirs making sure it was clear. He saw something silver looking shining off the last stair, it looked like it might of been wedged in, stuv grabbed, took a deep breath, and pulled it hard. There was a small crack, followed by a loud crumbling sound, as the step tore away form the house, sending stuv back with a loud thud. "Crap" he thought trying to rush to his feet.   

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Rigor still looked unamused, glancing upward, trying to locate the source of the voice. She looked around the room and at the course carefully, then back at her scythe. It had a metal handle with and oversized metal crescent-like blade. She reared back and threw it across the room, her ear twitching as it clattered on the white tile on the opposite side. She was confident in her abilities to go through the course to their satisfaction as much as she had scaled and ran along the buildings when she was out. She dropped on all fours and launched herself outward at the obstacles, looking partially like a creature, partially like a free runner as she conquered each obstacle that they had placed in her way. If she couldn't pass it in a straight on way, she would use an unconventional method to get past it, but either way, she didn't let anything stand in her way. When she landed to rejoin her scythe, she stood up straight after bending down to pick up her weapon and grinned.

[Srgntcuddles]

The gray hound heard the commotion on the stairs and went to investigate. He appeared at the top of the stairs and looked down them to see Stuv on the floor, with the key he had been looking for. He was also holding something, a bat. "My key!" he shouted making his way down the stairs. He did not seem amused, and ready to clobber Stuv for his precious key. Stuv would need to decide to cut his losses and run or take care of the hound and be able to control the building for himself.

Meanwhile at the facility...

"Very good." said the voice as Rigor had completed the course. Another door opened up, leading to another blank room. Stepping inside the door vanished as usual leaving no trace of anything but white. "Alright, now we are going to test your combat abilities. We have arranged some targets for you to use. We have several so feel free to experiment." As the voice ceased a door opened up ahead of Rigor. A zombie stumbled out and the door closed behind it. It stood there for a second before sprinting towards Rigor, hungry for her. Though it didn't go much faster for a sprint. Once defeated the same door would open releasing three more zombies. The number of doors opened and zombies pouring in would gradually increase as Rigor killed them. They would keep coming until about ten or so were in the room at a time.


The pig ran towards Nier with an intention to stab him, the narrow space and the size of the pig gave Nier almost no opening to dodge. He only did so by sliding under the sow barely escaping the charge. He took this chance to get an attack off on the pig, who was having trouble maneuvering. He literally climbed the pig's back with the knives as if he were scaling a wall. When Nier got to his shoulder the pig grabbed him holding him over the top of his head. Not thinking too much on it, there was an open garbage chute in front of him, in which he threw Neir at as if he were a lawn dart. Nier swore up and down as he flew into the chute and tumbled all the way through it to the bottom. Though there was no can at the bottom so he hit the cold concrete with a thud. Instead of moving he just laid there in a daze. He was in some underground parking lot, it was very dark and void of life. But he still wasn't alone...

[Muscular Bear182]

Reficul saw the island as he approached in a helicopter. As he landed with many other contestants he jumped out and punched the guy next to him, a fox. and ran into the city looking for a knife or something to help defend the zombies that were to come later. He ran down off the heli pad and into a bus depot about a block away. He found a corpse in there gripping a small knife it wasnt as big as he hope but it would have to do. He walked over to a group of ruble and lifted up a few good sized rocks and put them in his backpack. 'Well this ought to be a good place to hold my own." He went over into the ticket office and closed the door and locked it ready to defend himself from what was to come.

[Self-sain]

"F--- me!" Stuv said trying to get to his feat as the dog ran at him swinging a bat, the dog swung as stuv ducked, grabbing a piece of the broken stairs with him, running to a more open area and looking back at the dog. The dog lunged at him, giving him a nice thrust kick to the chest knocking him into the wall and the air out of him. Stuv took a deep breath as he clenched the board,hoping to use it like a shield, as the dog swung the bat hitting the board, and breaking the piece of it off , sending the bat flying into stuvs face, the blow was reduced, but it still cut his lip. stuv yelled a little in pain, but took the broken piece and stabbed the dog in his left shoulder before he could swing again. The dog drooped the bat as he screamed in pain holding his left shoulder, stuv took this moment to tackled the dog, the dog was quick, but not as strong as him. Stuv took his left hand and held the dogs face down, exposing his neck, stuv then bit with all his might trying to rip open some where near the aorta. The dog started to gawn at stuv's hand, causing it to bleed, but stuv kept using his sharp teeth to tear away at the dogs flesh. Stuv noticed the dog stooped gaining, and he looked at him, he was breathing quickly, trying to get the oxygen to his brain, due to the losses of blood, and the open aorta area. Stuv stood up, looking at the dog, he took one mighty jump, putting all his force into it, severing his spinal cord from that body. Stuv grabbed the bat, in his good hand, and went over to the gun cabinet. He opened it, looking at his winnings. There was a hunting rifle with a night scope attached, a flare gun, a small pack aka a fanny pack, and about 6 clips holding about 6 shots each. The gun looked like it got about 200 ft of accuracy, and looks like it could be stopped by a small. Vest. Nothing special, but it should be able to invade the skull of anyone, the flare gun is an odd thing to have but stuv was sure he could find something to use it for.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Rigor sighed out to exaggerate her irritation with these tests. It was amazing how little confidence they must have in her to have to put her through a test run. She entered the room, received instructions, and waited. A door opposite of her opened, and her foe stepped out... Well, stumbled out. She couldn't help but chuckle at how it dumbly lurched forward at her, but her chuckles ceased when it began to sprint. She took a quick side step and parried, making the thing lose its footing and land headlong into the floor. She cringed as the creature's face squeaked on the floor, leaving a line of grimy, bloody looking liquid trail in its wake. It wasn't the liquid that bothered her so much as the eerie white tiles suddenly losing their sterile appearance. She leaped upward, drawing her knees as close as they would allow to her torso, almost looking as if she was about to cannon ball and then released downward landing on the thing's head... A loud squelching sound echoing in the room as its skull was obliterated beneath her clawed feet. She twisted her foot as if to squish a cockroach and smiled toothily up to where she thought her observers may have been. She took a bow, then turned quickly when the door opened again, releasing three more zombies.

Again, they charged, and she countered by swinging the bladed end of her scythe at their legs. The slice caused them again to fall to the ground, one crawling at her until she embedded her blade in its skull. The other two struggled to get up until she used the blunt edge opposite of the blade to bash their heads in. Quickly, she took another bow and threw a kiss, taking her stance as she heard the door slot flying open. She kept on, wave after wave of dismembering the corpses and acting as if it was a show until she was eventually covered in gore, panting with her scythe in hand. She looked up quizzically, wondering what else they had to offer her.

[Srgntcuddles]

The sun was starting to set now, night was creeping over the city. Contestants were beginning to barricade themselves in whatever buildings they could find. Though not all of them, some were more adventurous, and planned on staying out for the night. Primarily because they wanted action. Before long though, night would be upon them and they would get the action they so desired.

Meanwhile in the facility...

As Rigor was slaughtering the zombies that were sent at her making it look like a show the zombies stopped. As they were all finished an eerie silence fell over the room. Not even the the voice talking. Then a door opened up. At first, nothing came out, but a few seconds later one last zombie stumbled out. But upon looking harder, you would have seen something move towards the left of the zombie. It would have been hard to detect, considering the one zombie coming out as a sort of distraction. There was something there though, other than the zombie. Farther left of the zombie a distant clicking could be heard briefly, like a clawed animal walking. But nothing was there if you looked. Soon enough the same noise could be heard behind Rigor, and whenever she looked she saw nothing, maybe another brief movement. The noise and movement stopped soon enough, what ever it was silently watching Rigor's movements.


Nier woke up in the dark parking lot, he looked around and was barely able to see much. He saw what was left of the light of day in the distance through his exit. He swore from the fall and how much his head hurt as he wandered towards the light. He heard something run into something metallic off to his right which got his attention. "Huh-.." It was a zombie, it was walking between two parked cars towards him. "(Censored)!" he said, which echoed through the parking lot. He quickly turned around expecting something and only found he was right. More zombies creeping towards him. After some more swears he bolted for the light of day. "Damnit! Almost night, I don't even have a place to stay." He stopped in the middle of the street to look around, he looked back into the parking lot to see the dark figures moving about. He grumbled as he ran off into some direction, he rounded a corner and ran some more though he slowed down. He ran out of breath and decided to just duck into a building to his left. After inspecting the interior he established it was safe, it was a small surplus store. Various goods were around but he didn't care at the moment. He needed to barricade the door, in which he used a sofa that was near the entrance. After that he was more exhausted from the sofa and just wandered into a back room. On his way he grabbed various clothing items along the way and once in the back room found a clear spot to lie down in, using the clothes as a makeshift pillow.

[Muscular Bear182]

Reficul had no sense of time. He kept looking for a clock but couldn't find one. He decided to just keep his guard up. He had moved a filing cabinent in from of the door. He heard a loud bang off to his right and looked out the reinforced window to see the same fox he had punched on his way out of the helicopter. Reficul let out a loud laugh. He motioned for him to come to the door. He lifted up the cabinent and opened the door slightly. "Whatya want foxy?" Reficul held the blade behind him so the fox couldn't see that he had it. Reficul noticed a zombie limping his way down the stairs behind the Fox. "Hey behind you!"

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Rigor's eyes darted around the room, locating the source of the sound, but soon not liking it when whatever it was fell silent. A low growl escaped from her throat, replaced by a grin after a few tense moments. "Two can play this little game," she teased, taking a stance, only for her to ripple away into the gore spattered white. She had no clue what she was up against or what it was capable of, but if she couldn't see it, she was at least going to try her damnedest to make sure it didn't see her that way no one had a particular advantage that she knew of. All at once, she dropped her scythe, using the noise of its clattering mask the noise of her movement as she darted across the room to the goriest spot in the room. She was covered in the mess, so she couldn't do much hiding in the white spots, and she hoped that this creature would at least be dumb enough to run through the stains in order to give her a way to track its movements.

[Armalite_]

Sam peered in through the window of the small house near the edge of the city. Like any house his father had broken into, casing it was always the first step...followed by murdering whoever was inside. He crept around the back of the single story home and peered in through the window. A lit candle was sitting on a bedside table. Sam narrowed his eyes, scanning for anyone responsible for lighting it. He caught a glimpse of movement further down the hallway to the house. He grinned. It was a lone squirrel...but it was not like any squirrel Sam had ever seen. This one was built like a tank and any attempt to fight it hand to hand would be suicide. He would have to be stealthy but quick. He pulled the knife from his sleeve and jammed it into the door lock before quietly prying it open. There was a light click before the door lightly swung open. No squeak. That was good. Sam krept his way into the house and pressed up against the wall. The squirrel was in the kitchen, eating something that smelled a lot like nuts while cleaning something that looked like a revolver.

A gust of wind blew in through the door, swinging it open and blowing the candle out across the room from Sam. The squirrel quickly stood up, cautiously analyzing the source of the sound from the kitchen while staring into the dark bedroom where Sam hid. The fox didn't even breathe. The squirrel picked up the gun and walked forward slowly. Sam waited against the wall, his grip tightening around the knife's handle. He saw the barrel of the gun pass by him in the doorway. Not yet... Sam thought to himself. As soon as the the squirrel was in the door, Sam grabbed the barrel of the revolver to control its direction and plunged the knife deep into the squirrel's throat. The squirrel shrieked in surprise and pain while clenching around the wound that sprayed blood all over Sam. The squirrel collapsed to the ground still holding on to the wound and gasping for air. Sam looked down at his victim where they met eyes. Sam bent down and put his finger to his lips. The knife was then plunged into the squirrel's heart as Sam watched the final moments of his victim's life slip away. "Sorry buddy...I need this more than you do." He said with a smile.

[Self-sain]

Stuv thought it be best to leave the place, with the smell of blood every where, he didn't want that to attract the zombies. After leavein he decided to look at the map, there appeared to be a small mom and pops kind of cvs store not to far from him, he hopped that they would have a first aid kit so he could bandage up his wounds.

[Gabag]

Karl and some other contestant were making a beeline for the countryside shack they both stumbled upon. Neck and Neck their sprint was, and both tried to wedge themselves in the door, which ended up in them rolling on the ground trying to strangle each other.

Until Karl came up with a brilliant idea.
"Hows about we share this and act like we never met afterwards?" The wolf paused in his strangling and gave it some thought, and thought it a good idea when he extended his hand to Karl's form.

"rrrnnnh, Just get some sleep and hold off the zombies and we've never met, Kapesh!?"

Karl nodded his head as he motioned and said "Ladies first"

[Srgntcuddles]

Night fell finally, what was expected by some to be a quiet night wasn't so quiet. The zombies began to come out and make an appearance. They filled the streets of the city in overwhelming numbers. Various gunshots and screaming filled the night along with the chilling moans of the hungry dead. Some people didn't have great barricading skills and lost their fortifications to the force of the large number of zombies. They were trapped in their buildings and killed. Several of the ones that stayed out for a fight died along with them, seeing the zombies in such numbers terrified most of them. As Sam did his doings in the house he didn't notice that a few zombies had been following him. And since he left the door open they walked right in to greet him. But they would have been easily heard considering their loud moaning.

Meanwhile in the facility...

The Stalker lost interest in Rigor when she had disappeared and switched it's sights on the lone zombie stumbling around like an idiot. It shot it's tongue out and it wrapped around the zombie. It then pulled it towards itself and went to town on it with it's 9-inch razor sharp claws. It didn't eat the zombie, that is after it found out it was dead. Instead it just ravaged it and left it on the ground. It only showed itself as it ravaged the flesh of the zombie. It was a skinny creature, a chameleon. It looked like someone who hadn't eaten in a very long time. It's scales were a light gray, with soulless white eyes. The Stalker scanned for Rigor after bolting away from it's previous prey. It too was a bit covered in blood. After a moment of searching it found her and jumped onto the ceiling. It attached itself and crawled towards her quickly. It shot out it's tongue in hopes to bind her.

Nier continued to sleep...The zombies didn't seem to notice he was in the building and just wandered about outside.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Rigor bolted when the creature began to move toward her, leaping when she noticed its mouth slightly hanging open, but unable to escape the reach of its tongue. It had managed to snag her by her tail, but luckily for her, she had landed right beside her scythe. She grabbed it, looking back when it started to pull her backward. In a rushed frenzy, she swiped her blade at the thing's tongue, grinning when she heard it cry out in pain. She scampered to the far end of the room with her blade and unwrapped the part of the thing's tongue that had wrapped around her tail. She kept a wary eye on it, ready to defend, but couldn't resist taunting it, hoping it had a temper. She shook the tongue in her hand, "What's the matter? Rigor got your tongue?"

[Armalite_]

There was an odd sound coming from behind Sam. As soon as he pulled the knife out of the squirrel he whipped around to see that about 3 zombies were already on his tail...literally. He groaned as his tail was mercilessly stepped on. Drawing the revolver he fired one shot into the head of the zombie that was nearest to him. Brains sprayed the ceiling above his head while the other 2 made their slow and clumsy approach. Sam aimed and fired again, blowing the head clean off the second zombie. He aimed the gun again and pulled the trigger but gun only clicked. "DAMNIT!" He yelled before whipping the pistol at the zombie's head with such force that it broke the zombie's neck. It didn't surprise Sam that it didn't kill the zombie. Instead he reached for the largest blunt object that was nearest him...which happened to be an umbrella. He took hold of the fashionable accessory before plunging the pointy end deep into the zombie's skull through one of it's eyes. It fell to the floor and Sam took a moment to catch his breath. "God damn..." He said, looking at the bodies. He walked over to the door and closed it, locking the dead bolt in place and sliding the large bed in front of it. He then slid the large cabinet in front of the window. He went into the kitchen and had trouble sliding the old lead fridge in front of that door but he managed after some time of pushing and heaving. The house was locked down. Sam collected what he could from the kitchen food wise and collected his knife and the empty revolver. He broke the wooden coffee table into pieces and took on of the legs to be fashioned into a club. He walked over to the closet in the bedroom and looked up. There was a small hatch leading into the attic. He knew it would be impossible for any zombie to reach up there assuming they got past his barricades to begin with. He jumped up and caught the edge, pulling himself up inside before closing the little door shut. He lit the candle he'd brought up and looked around. The attic was empty, meant strictly for frames and fiberglass insulation. It was the perfect place to spend the night.