Dead City (closed)

[Jacob Hail]

Alexa looked down at the infected below uneasily, not hearing a reply from Xia. She turned back and watched the coyote disappear through the window before, hesitantly, following suit. The glass on the floor crunched under her boots as she landed in the apartment, readjusting her dufflebag and pulling off her shotgun as she stared at the others ahead of her, trying to stay as silent as she could to avoid confrontation, especially with the badger. For now, she would just play along.

[coolcoyote]

The coyote gives a disaproving look to the offered gold club. A bent one no less. She can just imagine herself clubbing a zombie over the head repeatedly with no effect. "Well at least I can /Tee/ them off." The coyote snorks in laughter. "You get it right? Right. Anyway. Closets"

Stumbling about the room in a state of half panic half adrenoline rusb the coyote finds a bedroom closet. "The one time you hope to meet a crazy gun enthusiast. The. One time. Come on mack...I'll take the pasty star treck nerd with the batleth at his point..." she says as she opens the dood.

[Xavier Akafur]

Kreed groaned from across the room at the terrible pun, stepping away from the door. He made sure the thing was locked, then turned to the rest of the group and the apartment at large. "We could potentially fortify this room and wait them out. I've never seen their attention last for more than a few hours when there is no obvious signs of food..." He said, his voice quiet but carrying easily through the silence. "The alternative is hoping there is an exit or attempting to barricade the stairway. The last option gives us some ability to scout around for food and water, but of course... could be more dead fucks up in these rooms." The badger scratched at his head slowly and shrugged, his eyes then landing on the vixen standing near the back of the room. His gaze lingered a moment, then went to the window, quite clearly piecing together why she was standing in the room and not outside. After a moment, it seemed to click and he just grunted and moved back towards the kitchen area.

After a quick scan the giant male began to rummage through the cabinets, pulling out cans of food that had been left in the rush. WHomever lived here had obviously been oblivious to the whole 'world ending' scenario. They had packed clothes but not rations. He paused for a moment as he considered the fact that the previous owner of this apartment was probably out there chewing on some poor bastard's guts right now, all because they hadn't known what to pack.

[Drakeyboy]

(Well I'm back! Sorta...

I think i have my schedule down for now so I'll continue RPing until something arises.)

Pat gave a blank glare to the horrible pun that the coyote said and started walking around to make sure everything was clear. She heard Kreed's proposal and thought. Stuck it a small room with the person that nearly killed her, plenty of times, either directly or indirectly. Or have some room from her, or get away from her. Well the last option was risky so at least some room would be nice.

As she opened the door to the bedroom she quietly gave her vote hoping she was loud enough for Kreed to hear. "I would at least want to clear the floor. Gives us some room incase something, or someone bad happens." She said ending with a sideways glance to the bathroom to see if the fox had left. After the glance she walked into the bedroom noting scattered clothes around the room. well at least it looked like no one or nothing besides them was in this apartment. but looking around wouldn't hurt. She first went to the bed and looked under it pointing the shotgun under the bed first before looking. Besides a couple porn magazines it was clear. Now the closet.

[Jacob Hail]

Leetonia listened silently from the back, staying at the edge of the bathroom until she felt multiple pairs of, less the friendly, eyes on her. Letting out a quiet sigh, the vixen walked past the others and to the door, looking through the peephole and into the hallway outside. "Barricaiding the stairway will make some noise, but I agree. We should close off this floor." Turning on the flashlight attachment on the end of her shotgun, the fox unlocked the door and stepped into the hallway, closing it behind her. If she didnt need anymore of a reason to get out of there, and the others seemed to have that room scavanged anyways.

The hallway outside was seemed erie and quiet. Multiple doors, numbering six in all, lined the walls to her left and right, with a stair way leading down at the end of them. Two of the doors hung open, and she only gave them a quick glance into before moving on, pointing her flashlight around the dark corridor to the other apartments. She was looking for another locked one, because that usually ment someone had something in there they wanted to keep safe, or they held up in there themselves, but either way it ment an increased chance of something valuable. The door she was looking for was the fifth one, the handle not yielding to her to her attenpts to turn it.

"Here we go." She mumbled to herself, taking a quick glance down the srairway to make sure the coast was clear before setting upon the door. Taking her crowbar out of her dufflebag, she wedged the bladed part between the lock and the frame, positioning it right to make as little noise as possible before giving the bar a few hard tugs and poping the door open. Her ears perked as she listened for a response inside the room before entering, shutting the door behind her.

[coolcoyote]

"Closet looks empty." Xia replies shutting it behind her, brandishing a cowboy hat in paws. Placing the brown leather hat on her head she was only slightly dismayed that it was just slightly too small for her. It didn't stop the yote from wearing it though. "Just some clothes and a couple of board games. " moving back to the living room the yote replies again.

"It would not be any trouble locking down the stair well. Lot of these appartment buildings tend to have heavy fire doors for stair wells and cheap wood doors for appartments." Xia knocks on the door to the hallway to demonstrate her point. "Ill see what I can do to barricade them until we find a key to lock them down."

Truth be told Xia probibly could have simply done this with out announcing her plan but she felt compelled to do so. Hesitating a moment longer in an awkwardly silent way Xia moves out of the room, peering left then right. Where had that fox gotten too?

Xia was't sure why she wasnt as miffed at the fox for trying to rob them. Oh she was angry about it, no doubt there but just not as much appearently as the others, maybe the full scope of the situation didnt hit her yet, how if the fox did not shoot them dead then she would have still surely killed them by stealing their supplies in the middle of a zombie invasion.

Reguardless it probibly wasnt a good idea for the fox to be moving around by herself. Both for her own safety and the parties.

Scratching her head Xia moves down the hallway trying to figure out where their foxy friend-emy had gone...

[Xavier Akafur]

After discarding the remains of the cabinets across the counter, including several bags of really stale chips and a couple boxes of cereal, Kreed stuffed what canned food he had found in his bag. Eight cans in all, three of which were soup and the rest of which were various vegetables. Not a bad haul, even split among their small group it could be rationed to keep them alive for several days. He tried the faucet, and while it leaked a little the water didn't run.


He tsked under his breath and moved away from the kitchen, inspecting the door of the main room and the husky rummaging through the bedroom off to one side. The other two had gone missing, presumably out into the hallway. He looked around the room slowly, assessing the furniture, then looking at his axe. He could certainly break the couch down into a serviceable barricade setup... with a little work and a lot of noise. First though, better go assess how much material they would need to shut themselves inside the place.

"Careful." Was all he said, before leaving the apartment and looking around the hallway, leaving Pat alone inside. He spotted the stairway entrance almost immediately, next to an elevator that was certainly not working. As Xia had suggested, it was a steel door, and would not require much to shore up against any undead trying to get in.

[Drakeyboy]

Pat continued to rummage through the room and didn't find anything of value besides a glock 11  pistol without ammunition. Well it was better than nothing, and she knows of a gun store not too far from here. But the odds that it hasn't been raided by now is probably high. With a sigh she placed the empty pistol in her bag and went to the living room to look around there too. The first drawer she opened she found a bundle of matches. That could be useful when the power cuts out, which thankfully it hadn't yet. After tossing that into her bag she wondered if she could find anything else that was useful.

[Jacob Hail]

Alexa kept her crowbar ready as she stepped into the kitchen of the apartment, looking over the ransacked remains of the cabinets. The fox let out a huff and turned to look elsewhere, walking over to a short hallway that had three doors. Perking her ears for any sound, she slowly approached the first door, gripping the handle tight and gently pushed it open. Inside was a dark and somewhat messy room, perhaps that of a teenager, the posters of heavy metal bands and girls in bikinis the walls only increasing her assumption. But with a layer of dust covering everything, it showed that no one had been in here for a long time, and any loot to be had was still here.

The fox laid her shotgun and duffle bag on the bed before going over to the dresser and opening it up, looking over the clothes inside. The vixen hadnt changed since she escaped the prison bus, and honestly, her clothes were pretty filthy with dried blood and dirt. Also, the bright orange of her prison garb not only made her more noticeable, but gave away immediately that she was a convict, which had more then once almost earned her a bullet from someone still rrying to play police officer. So even though these weren't womens clothes, they would have to do.

Unstrapping her kevlar vest, she tossed it and her dirty wife-beater onto the bed, digging into the draw to exchange it for a gray t -shirt. Closing the drawer she was in and opening the one below it, she grabbed a pair of boxers to replace her undergarments, and a pair of loose black cargo pants to replace her orange ones, changing into them and stuffing her old clothes into her duffle bag. She was about to close the draw when something metal caught her eye, moving a few articles of clothing and pulling out a metal lock box. "Oh? What do we have here?"

[coolcoyote]

Xia moves quickly down the hallway until she catches herself.  The adrenoline was starting to finally drain from her body allowing her to be hit by the cull scope of the situation.

 She was never going home.

Or rather her friends home. The one she was house sitting for. Even if it wasnt her actual home it still provided shelter for her for over a week. On top of that she had survived her first true zombie encounter and had probbibly killed at least 3...possibly more... Xia wasnt sure how she felt about that. It wasnt a question of 'were zombies alive'. Xia was a nerd at heart, she knew zombies were just non living husks...if sci fi was to be believed.

No it was the fact that she killed them with little hesitation that bothered her. Xia spent her life being taught not to hurt other living (sentient) creatures. Zombies were still, vaugly, people ish looking. The only difference was the fact they were usually dirty and grungy and acted so beyond normal that allowed them to be classified as monsters.

But they still looked like people. Xia wonders if she were attacked by a  clean shaven zombie dressed in a suit and tie without any visible wounds, would she be able to kill it?

Such thoughts persited as Xia walks down the hall. She was feeling week from ber journey so far but resolved to survive, and failing that...help others survive.

She grabbed the door knob of an open door and threw it open wide.

Then she just stared.

The room across crom the appartment the fox had slipped into was a disorganized mess. It was rather dark with the blinds covering the windows but not dark enough to hide the body on the living room cloor.

A fellow canine, a german shepard at one time, with bat wings for oddities sake, lays sprawled out on the floor baddly torn into and quite dead. There wasnt a lot left of the poor dog, not even enough to propperly reanimate. The zombie moves its head back and forth on the floor, making a pathetic gurgling moan and is able to do little else than twitch its left arm.

Xia only continues to stare at the lothsome creature, paw still clutching the door knobb, jaw slack in shock.

[Xavier Akafur]

Kreed finished his quick visual inspection of the entryway just as the sound of breaking glass rang in from somewhere downstairs. The badger grumbled, but didn't bother turning around. Zombies were generally slow, and always dumb. It would take them some time to get up the stairs, much less this high into the building. Still they were on the clock... which was why when he turned and saw Xia standing several dozen feet down the hallway and just staring into an open door he felt more than a hint of irritation. The fox was still nowhere to be seen, taking shelter in one of the rooms no doubt.

"Hey!" He growled, taking long strides across the hall. "Help me find some furniture to shore up this door." His voice just rose in volume and irritation as he went on. "Unless you want me to use you to clog the doorway." He stopped short of her and carelessly swung an arm out, banging open one of the other apartment doors with an audible slamming of wood against drywall. He didn't wait to see if she reacted, people generally did when he threatened them, and instead just stepped into the room he had busted open. The door swung back in, on a kilter, as if it had been damaged by his violent outburst. Kreed wasn't angry at Xia in particular, he was angry at the whole ordeal, she just happened to be the closest living creature for him to take it out on.


Fuming, he surveyed the room briefly before moving to a closet. This apartment was a mirror of the first one they had entered, except the furniture was of a different make and in slightly different places. These weren't exactly the best apartments, and the badger had low hopes for finding anything of value among the things left behind... plus, there was a more pressing concern. He picked up a recliner chair, straining slightly to lift it but easily able to carry the single-seater out the door, producing another loud banging noise. The badger huffed and began to trundle down the hallway, towards the stairwell. Inaudible to Kreed, scratching noises began to emanate from the apartments at the far end of the hall.

[Drakeyboy]

Pat finished checking the set of drawers she was looking at and heard the glass that Kreed heard. Looks like they will need to hurry then. She completely skipped the rest of the apartment and went into the Hallway seeing the end of Kreed's tantrum. Even catching only the end caused her to jump a little and she wasn't even the target. So she could Imagine how Xia felt. And to be honest she felt a little bad for her. She didn't seem to know anything too so she must have hidden up until this point.

Once Kreed broke into the apartment Pat walked up to Xia and asked. "Are you ok?" She felt really bad for her and to be honest she didn't help earlier what with pinning her to a wall plus basically yelling at her.

[Jacob Hail]

Leetonia looked the lock box over in her paws before setting it in the bed. It was a simple one, only held shut with a regular combination lock, easy to break into. And with two swings of the crowbar, she was right. Removing the now broken lock and tossing it aside, the fox opened up the box, raising an eyebrow at the contents inside.

The first thing she pulled out was a thick roll of dollars, followed by a black bandana and an snub nose revolver. Whoever has lived here obviously was involved in petty crime, whether it was holding up convenient storys or selling drugs, Alexa figured the latter though since she hadnt found any hard substances in the lockbox as well. The fox couldnt help but smile as she remembered her time as a petty criminal, eventually going on to chasing bigger fish of course, but the times were still not lost on her. She wrapped the bandana around her muzzle and adjusted it to fit before pulling it down around her neck, reaching next for her Kevlar vest and putting that back on as well. Looking over the revolver in her hands, she clicked the chamber open and checked the rounds before spinning the cylinder and snapping it shut, placing the weapon into her waistband and collecting the rest of her things.
She wasnt going to lie, it made her feel good to dress like a thug again. All she needed to do now was bash someones head in and itd be like prison never even happened.

The thought made her laugh, but her humor quickly left as she heard Kreed yelling and the slam of a door, deciding, against her better judgment, to go see if the badger hadnt snapped anybodys neck. Slinging her bag and her shotgun across her shoulder, the vixen casually walked back to the apartment door, a bit startled to find Pat and Xia right across the hall once she opened the door. She shot the husky a quick look before walking up to Xia, grabbing the revolver from her waistband and putting it in the coyotes paw. "Theres your weapon. It takes .38 rounds, you have six  shots. I hope you know how to use it."

[coolcoyote]

Xia jumps when the badger slams his fist. "Sorry...sorry I..." she fails to find a suitable excuse for freezing up before he leaves. Trying not to look at the mangled zombie laying sprawled out across the floor the yote turns and finds a revolver thrust into her chest.

She blinks in surprise. Looking at the gun then to the fox. She tightens her grip on the weapon nodding her thanks while biting back tears.  She says to both of them."Sorry. I'm fine. It just hit me...I...let's face it. Given the circomstances I'd say the big fat computer geek has the most chance of getting eaten on the way from here to our next destination." she gives her own fleshy stomach a pat to emphazise the point then points to the zombie in the room. "Do me a favor. Im not scared of being a zombie...but if /that/ happens to me..."

Xia doesnt finish. Thrusting the gun into her belt the coyote hefts the golf club in both paws. "Excuse me for a second."

She walks into the room. Door closing behind her on its own. There is the sound of one or two soft banging noises and the gurlging of the zombie comes to a halt.

[Xavier Akafur]

The badger just let the chair fall to the floor once he reached the fire door, pushing int into place with a shove. On its own that wouldn' hold more than a zombie or two, but it was a start. His plan was to essentially just pile so much tangled mess in front of the door that it wouldn't open. He paused for a moment, reaching for his bag to open a bottle of water and take a long drink. While doing so he rummaged through the supplies he had, briefly considering using the jumper cables as a rope... before deciding that they had enough material to block this off. He didn't need to use up a resource like that for a simple door stopper. "If anyone happened to have a car battery...." He grumbled, entertaining the notion of putting a current through the door. Likely wouldn't even be that effective.


He pushed open the nearest door with a lazy shove, looking inside the dimly lit room. He reached in and flipped a light switch, wrinkling his nose at the sight of several dead and thoroughly chewed on mink corpses smattering the room. They even had a pet dog, now little more than a pile of bloody fur and bones. "Fantastic." He huffed, grabbing an end table just inside the door by one leg and dragging it over to prop against the recliner. As he did so he glanced out the small plexiglass window set in the door, an area that looked fragile but would likely prove to bee too strong for a simple zombie, seeing a few shifting shadows in the stairwell, lit from some light down below. He carefully stepped back from the doorway and adjusted the two-piece barricade as best he could. Would it hold them off long enough to grab more furniture... or did the dumb things even know they were in here?



Kreed decided it was worth the risk, carefully ducking back into the apartment nearest the door. They really needed something heavy, like a couch with a metal frame or a well-made bed. Unfortunately these weren't the best of apartments, and most of the furniture was cheap and light... not what you want in a barricade.