Knox County

[Drakeyboy]

Pat was running as fast as she could being careful not to run head first into one of the living impaired. as she got closer to the explosion she could hear gunshots. they must be in a real jam if they were having such a big battle. the gunshots sounded just to her left now and she was pretty low in breath. taking a few good breaths she checked all around her to make sure there was no zeds in her vicinity. with a small group a few minuts out at their pace she just poked her head around the corner only t see the horror of a hoard assaulting the building. she knew that they wouldn't make it but she wasn't too keen on sacrificing herself. but leaving them alone would haunt her for as long as she could think. she looked back at the nearby group of dead and made her decision. she ran out and started yelling as loud as her lungs could manage. "HEY! ROT-FOR-BRAINS! OVER HERE! FRESH TASTY MEAT HERE!" She felt her throat get hoarse with every word she yelled. she knew it wasn't going to help much so she grabbed the shotgun with two hands and ran a little closer to the hoard. she pressed the but up against her shoulder and aimed at the group of undead. with a squeeze of the trigger she fired both barrels at once. many of the zeds fell over like dominoes with the amount of buckshot that was in that blast. there might have been a few dead but that wasn't the point. soon after she saw the zeds closest to her turn to face her and she could only assume that the rest would soon follow. she turned to run and made a beeline towards the nearest house.

[coolcoyote]

Liam was leaning half out the window, tossing chairs, lamps, anything thqt would make a noise and cause the zombies to come to THIS side of the house. His head twists around to the sound of gun shots in the street. There is a movement in the horde below as its pack mentality (if lumbering undead could be considered a pack) slowly starts to realize they are under attack from a new source. A tasty fleshy source.

"H-hey! Look! Someone out there is helping us!" The marten's tail begins to wag as he turns back to the shepard, "I say we make a run for it out the back. This is our only chance!"

Liam never knew that his new companion was so close to feeding him to zombies....

[Ryan Naismith]

Marion blinked as he heard the gunshots, at first brushing them of as his own, the sting of cordite heavy in the air.

But that was a shotgun. He was about ready to give the marten a good shove when Liam jerked his head around, Marion just barely able to pass it off as sweeping for hostiles.
"Into the attic!" He hissed, scrambling to pull down the ladder, quickly pulling himself up.
"Not a sound... with luck... we should be in the clear soon."The shepherd took a moment to collect himself while staring out a window, not waiting to see if the pine marten followed him. "I think there's some rope we can climb down... if you can climb at all, that is. If you can't, just wait here. I'll come back for you."

[Drakeyboy]

Pat ducked into a house two buildings down from where the horde was crouded around. She opened and closed the door behind her to buy a few extra seconds. She ran upstairs and locked herself in the bedroom useing a wardrobe to barricade the door. She then took a quick glance around the room to see if there was a zed inside the room. not seeing any or hearing any she took the time to reload. It was a break action shotgun so with a firm push on the barrels they swiveled at the handle and the empty shells popped out. Grabbing two fresh buckshot shells she reloaded the gun.

[coolcoyote]

Liam rolls his eyes but laughs as he climbs the ladder.  "Don't worry about me mate. Do you really think a beast like me would have survived this long with out...with out...one sec." Liam sucked in his gut, pulling himself into the attic. He quickly pulled up the ladder. "With out reason?" He chuckles again, "I can take care of myself...unlike my last group...bleeding savages they were, to pre occupied with their own survival to actually work together."

The marten pulls up the ladder and locks the attic door. Peering at the shepard he rubs the back of his neck, "Thanks for...for saving me. You don't know how good it is to find a friendly face after..." the marten's words trail off and he gestures to the walls, or really the zombies beyond. "Who do you think saved us there? I know it wasn't someone I know..."

[Ryan Naismith]

"No idea. But whoever it is, they're extremely brave, extremely stupid, or both." Marion sighed. He felt guilty. Why did he feel guilty? Its not like he actually did it. And he thought he was going to die. People get desperate, do stupid things when they think they might die. But any of that didn't seem to help.

[Drakeyboy]

Pat sat down on the bed in the room. With all this running she was tuckered right out but she couldn't sleep just yet. The people she saved might just come over to see if she was ok. But she couldn't hear anything through her panting and with all of that adrenaline coursing through her causing her head to pound to the pace of her rapidly pounding heart. Unaware to her there was a zed under the bed.

[coolcoyote]

"Don't forget armed.  Even if they saved us that still makes them dangerous." The marten sits down among the clutter of the attic. He rubs at his eyes, "Just listen to me now...have I really gotten so parinoid?" The fat marten shakes his head, "I don't think I introduced myself. I can't remember if I did or not. I'm Liam Grey. Also...I'm...sorry about the dragon person...if you knew him..." he looks somewhat embarrassed. "Thank you for not leaving me to die...the first party I was in did that. They just...just left camp early one morning with all the supplies." The marten says saddly.

He adds on a different note. "I wonder if the people who saved us made it..."

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As the bed sinks in a pair of eyes glow yellow in the dark below it.  For Tod Greenwhich the bed seemed an almost natural hiding place after the zombies came through his front window. The brown wolf had hid himself away under the bed, rocking back and forth, unable to move, unable to think strait. He resolved himself to staying quiet until the monsters in his home went away.

Eventually the zombies did but bh then the poor wolf had fallen into a deep sleep from which he never awoke, the virus stopping his heart days ago after it entered through a small bite wound to his paw.

The world....looked different. A dissorientating mess of sights, colors, smells. One in particular stood out.

MEAT.

And it was close...very close...

The creature once known as Todd let out a small groan. He....IT crawled out from under the bed part way, sniffed the air, then twisted around to see a tail hanging over the bed. "Gl-A-a-A-RG." It let out before grabbing for the huskies tail.

[Drakeyboy]

Pat heard the moan and froze stopping her breath and her heart for a second. did she really miss a zed in the room this was bad. she quickly looked around the room and grabbed the lamp on the night stand. it was something more modern so it wouldn't kill but it would give her the opening she would need to get one of her golf clubs. as soon as she grabbed it her tail was grabbed so she swung the lap as hard as she could towards the creatures head praying that it would let go.

[Ryan Naismith]

Marion grunted "Sibley, Marion Sibley. Just in case i haven't introduced myself either... fairly sure i did. "
He went to pat down his chest carrier, checking for any spare magazines. He found none.
After his brief search he added on "Don't know. an extra hand to help us out wouldn't be too bad. and they did kinda save our lives, so we do owe them at least an invitation in."
Come to think of it... he didn't know how much ammo he had in his current clip either.
He cursed himself silently, pulling out the 30 round steel magazine, hefting it to feel its weight. it had... very little. almost empty. But it did have some. which was good.
He grabbed the rope, searching for a good attachment point, somewhere near the window. If he were rappelling, as he had been trained to do in his career as a SWAT officer, he would have his attachment point slightly ahead of his point of descent. but, he had no such luck. He didn't even have the proper equipment for rappelling either.
so, he hooked it around a sturdy looking wooden pillar, likely a load bearing beam of some sort. He tied it in a sturdy knot, giving it a few tugs at first, then leaning his whole weight backwards.
It was fine. Even if it did break, he would probably not fall to far. at most, a sprained ankle.

[coolcoyote]

Liam watched the dog go about his business securing a rope to the window. Being a marten Liam did poses the ability to climb. Leading a secular life however didnt give him too many chances to do that however.

This was either a good idea or Liam was just going to end up breaking his neck on the way down. Or worse break something less fatal and then wait for the zombies to come.

"Are you...are you sure you don't want to wait for the zeds to clear out first?" It was wishfull thinking and he knew it. Zeds never cleared out. They got your scent, heard a sound, saw you in the shadows and then they kept coming after you.

Period.

With a resigned sigh the marten asked, "You want me to go first? I would rather have a better shot with that rifle covering me if something goes wrong."

Liam could only hope their new party member was doing ok. How much trouble could they be in?

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The lamp does nothing to the zombie, it doesn't even blink as it crashes against its head. "Glaaaar..." the wolf growls in a low voice as it keeps a firm grip on the huskies tail. The creature had been realitivly un mauled, an unusual trait for a zombie, but clearly dead.

The wolf was wearing a simple yellow T shirt with the picture of a happy face on it. One of those annoying emote styled happy faces with the big gasping mouth and the eyes facing off to the left.

The wolf zombie growled again as it tried to reach for the huskies neck with its free claw, what ever logic that fueled it forward wanting to bite the dog in the neck rather than an eaqually suitable limb.

"Gl-uuUurg..."

[Drakeyboy]

Pat wanted to kick it back bit it was just too fast. She stopped it's advance by narrowly grabbing it's reacing arm and getting her other arm in the way of it's neck by useing her forearm. Her hoodie would protect her from scratches because it has a decent amount of thickness to it. But she was panicking and she knew it. She started to look around maybe it might give her a idea maybe some hope maybe... her shotgun! it was just out of reach of her left hand but she wouldn't be able to grab it without getting injured. But she couldn't do nothing there must be something she could do.

[coolcoyote]

(Going to post again here simply so I dont have to do it later and do liams )

The zombie made no motion to suggest it cared what the husky used against it. Only if it could sink its teeth into the dog. The wolf's jaws snap at the husky. It pushes forward and bites at her again, its teeth snap together meer inches from her own muzzle. "GrrrRRrrGlrrowl." The wolf growls.

[Drakeyboy]

(Yeah let's finish this scuffle and wait for Shepherd.)

Pat filched every time it tried to bite her. the thing was much stronger than her so she had to resort to using her upper arm as a brace to hold the thing up. she needed space sneaking her leg up so she could push it away and when it was in place she used all her strength in all her her body to get the thing away and as soon as she couldn't feel the pressure on her left arm anymore she turned the push into a kick and reached for the shotgun rolling over it and off the bed as she did so landing on her stomach ready to get back up in under a second.

[coolcoyote]

The re animated corpse of Tod makes a startled glorp noise as he is hurled backwards. The huskies tail slides from his paws as he tumbles off the bed.

Despite their nature in the movies the zombie doesn't take much time getting back to its feet. It flails its limbs about like an over turned bug before rolling onto its side. The zombies head twists until it can see Pat, its dead glazed over eyes locking onto her.

After a few days of decomposition the facial features have tightened, giving the wolf a perpetual snarling look. This time it unleashes a loud unearthly wail before lumbering forward towards the dog, claws out stretched, jaws open wide and ready to tear into its prey...