by Jake_o on Fri Sep 03, 2010 11:33 pm
(ya, just hit me up when your on...I'm usually on when you first log in)
Jake watched as his sister reluctantly went into the apartment. She would not have to wait long but he had to finish somethings before he could be with her once more. As she disappeared behind the door Jake turned to Tim. They had gone over scenarios like this before but they had never included his sister. Had the peace lasted a little longer there may have been time but as things were there was no time and they both knew Jake would pick Rebecca over Tim every time. Jake walked over to Tim and they both grasped each others for arms, "It was good while it lasted. I hope to see you again sometime down the road Tim" then Jake left and went into the building while Tim returned to firing a pone the zombie masses. He did not head directly to the first floor but instead took the stairs to the broadcasting room. *crack, sizzle* "if anyone is near and listing to this i have to warn you away. The previously safe house is now over run with zombies. This will be the final broadcast from me in this area. the zombies seem to be amassing here at the station from all over so if you are lucky it should be easy to get away. Again Zombies have started to amass around the safe house that i had been promising, it is no longer safe, get your selves and loved ones away from here as fast as you can." *click, sizzle, crack* the radio transmission had finished and the normal white noise resumed. Jake was not a particularly religious man, in fact this whole situation with the zombies tore any religious faith he had to shreds but still he found himself giving a quick prier to those near the house, Tim, Rebecca and himself. Then he left the room and went to his sister on the first floor. "Help me move this pile. just through everything off this spot. the faster the better. try and keep the things that we will need for the next seventy eight hours." then he jumped in to the pile throwing anything he could get his hands on all over the room while pocketing things like bullets, first aid, and making a small pile of water and food that they would need.