Knox County

[Drakeyboy]

Pat heard the undead howl and pulled herself forward away from the creature as she got up. she ran to the wall strait in front of her and spun around slamming her back against it on she got close. she let the thing get closer as she prepared to unleash another blast. once it was just a few paces ahead of her she aimed at its chest pulled the trigger useing a single barrel. the blast would knock it over and if it wasn't dead she would have time to kill it that's for sure.

[coolcoyote]

The un natural wail continued right until the shot gun went off. In complete defiance to holywood there was a surpriaing lack of gore, even as dozens of holes drilled through the creatures chest, limbs, and head.

After all, blood had long since stopped pumping through the body.

The zombie fell backward from the blast. It let out a series of weezey gasps as it slowly began to roll back onto its feet. This time much more slowly. Eventually it fell onto its belly and simply crawled closer to the husky. Occasionally it would stretchout its claws as if to grab at her,  even when she was out of reach.

[Drakeyboy]

the utter defiance of the creature not wanting to die made Pat panic. she almost forgot that they do that. not wanting to waste anymore shots she grabbed the driver golf club that she carried with her and started to repeatedly beat the thing's skull. she wouldn't stop till the zed's skull broke apart. even then she would keep swinging for a little longer. and once she stopped she slumped against the wall and slid down to the floor balling up in her knees in shock to what just happened. she just knowingly beat something down to death making this her first knowledgeable kill. what has she become, she wasn't cut out for this, she just wanted everything to be normal again.

[Ryan Naismith]

((Fuark, my wifi messed itself up and I was  playing fallout, had no idea this topic got posted in cos i rely on taptalk >_>

[Drakeyboy]

(oh well... that's awkward...)

[coolcoyote]

Bloodied and destroyed the re animated corpse of Tod lay still. Its silent, glossy eyes remaining transfixed on the husky as she slides down the way.

Then they move, locking knto her own.

"DAAAAAAAR!" The creature makes one final lunge forward, claws out stretched and ready to pull the husky towards its open maw.

It stops halway there as what ever synaps' still firing in its brain meet un avoidable damage. The zombie locks up, its claws twitching violently before it falls flat on its face. Remaining still forever.

Poor Tod...he was just as successful at making others zombies as he was avoiding them.

(Sorry. One last jump scare. Could not resist switching back to liam next turn after shepard poses. )

[Drakeyboy]

(You're horrible)

Pat heard the Zeds final defiant moan an freaked out giving it another kick and ran towards a corner away from it. She stared at it unsure if it would move again. Then after what seemed like ages she sat down in the corner and balled up again this time a whimper could be heard.

[Ryan Naismith]

((Aaaaaaaaaa I'm so sorry. Probably not gonna post today, cost imma be doing 4th of July stuff

[Drakeyboy]

(It's ok it's all on you now. No pressure or anything.)

[coolcoyote]

(Lol im in no hurry. Rl before rp )

[Ryan Naismith]

"Right... wish me luck, Liam..." the shepherd blew a nervous breath out of his muzzle, leaning halfway out the window. He was painfully reminded of how he had almost pushed the pine marten out of a window just like this. It caused him just a moments hesitation, then he threw himself out the window, a firm grip on the rope.
He hit the whitewashed outer wall with a light thump, looking around briefly to make sure he hadn't attracted much attention. He hadn't.
He gripped the rope tightly in his hands, scooting down one foot, then the other foot, then one hand, then the other hand. He repeated this process over and over again,slowly scooting down the wall.
The rope (obviously not meant for climbing) digging painfully into his hands. But it was nothing, he told himself, more as a psychological pain reliever than anything.
After what seemed like ages, he was a short hop from the grass. So he hopped off, quickly dashing in the direction he thought the shots came from, dodging and weaving between infected persons in various states of decay.

[coolcoyote]

Liam watched the shepard slide down easily enough. "I think...I think I could do that..." he said although he was glad that he didn't have to try. After all he was much safer here in the attic than running about the darkened alley ways and streets.

After all, zombies couldn't climb.

There was a loud crash from the window across the room as a zombie thrust its head through the glass. The severely mauled beast had once been a squirrel. It growls at him as it continues to push itself through the window, breaking class and the wooden frame.

"Oh that is just not fair...." the marten whines. He backs away until his tail is pressed against the window behind him. Then again, staying here un armed with no food or supplies didn't sound like a good idea anyways.

Taking off his vest the marten wraps it around the rope before pulling himself through the window...and getting stuck at the waist. Liam tries to pull his fattened body through but it is wedged tight. "This is so not fair! This is so not fair!" Aware of the squirrel growing ever closer the marten holds his breath and sucks in his gut. Even then he has to wriggle to work himself out of the window, coming out with a resounding pop.

He twists around, planting his feet against the house he lets out a paniced yelp and leans away from the squirrel as it swipes at him."Gah!" He screams. "AAAH!" with out thinking he slides down the rope at a hurried page, it quickly burns through the vest in his paw...and the marten's weight eventually snaps the line from the roof about halfway down.

Liam doesn't have a chance to scream. He just falls like a sack of potatoes, landing hard on his back. "Oh blazes..." the marten rolls back and forth in pain, hopeing against hope that he didn't break something. He looks up and his eyes widen, his ears fall flat with fear to the sight of the squirrel falling after him!

He rolls to the side with a paniced chitter, the zombie landing with a sickening crash head first where he just was. "Gaaaaah!" He screams, he screams again when the broken mass of squirrel begins to crawl after him.

Picking himself up Liam quickly rushes after the shepard with a slight limp.

Back in the house the sounds of zombies increases...brought out side by the sound of falling beasts they begin to pour out of the back door at a slow but steady pace...

((Thqts twice now Liams weight nearly got him killed I wonder if he will survive a third...))

[Ryan Naismith]

((Hopefully not x3 he does seem to have a tendency to mess things up, lol. Probably has a luck of like, one. Maybe less.))
Marion heard a grunt, breaking glass, and then a thump, as if something fell. He ignored it, and kept on running. He needed to help his unknown partner... hopefully he, or she, wasn't as... "useful" as the Pine Marten had been. Besides, he consoled himself, the best way to see if he would survive, was to throw him into the deep end. If he died,  so be it. If he lived, he would be ever more skilled.
Eventually, he reached the house where he thought the person had hid. The swarm of infected in front of him confirmed that.
He sighted his rifle over one of the infected...
BOOM!... BOOM!...click.
Click. Click.clickclick...crap.
with a savage growl, he flips the rifle around holding it by the hand guard , swinging it in a broad motion, like a baseball bat.
In it's savage arc, the buttstock hits the skull of a lynx with a satisfying smack, knocking the thing back. It didn't hurt it too much, but in its short, stumbling moment, that was just enough for him to burst through the front door. "Hello?" He calls out, slamming the door shut.

[Drakeyboy]

Pat kept sulking in her corner. She wondered if it was possible to get out of here. She wanted her handheld gaming console, her room anything but this living condition where death was just around the corner. Even seeing her biological parents would be better than this.

BANG!.. BANG! Pat cradled her head screaming. Did those things figure out how to use guns! Impossible! Then she heard something else it sounded like a "Hello". Pat's heart sank did one of those people she saved come here to save her. She couldn't be seen not like this she has always been tough and collected she couldn't show this whimpering little girl to anyone. She tried to stay quiet but she couldn't help but to continue crying she just wanted to be home.

[Ryan Naismith]

"Hello?" He called out again, placing the rifle onto a table, looking around for a suitable weapon. If he swung his rifle again, the stock would crack, and the rifle would be rendered either useless, or highly inaccurate.
He found one in a heavy, steel crowbar. Not the best weapon. But it definitely had utility.
He blinked. Was that... sobbing? "Hello, you there?" He called out again "I'm here to help!"