Bayonne, a small suburban city in Hudson County, New Jersey. Population: 62,584

Friday,
The Porto Bello Pizzaria on Maple Street
A small group of people are camped in this pizza kitchen that seems moderately barricaded by wooden planks and steel pipes.
Inside, three people are idly sitting around in the once popular pizza place in this small town. They are weary and weather-beaten.
The owner of this establishment, Pizza chef Bonati, is lying on the floor with bloody wounds that look like bite-marks. A bullet wound is visible on the side of his forehead.
On the counter, there are three pistols, some ammo, one chrome shotgun, and two uzis with awkwardly strapped silencers attached. Ammo is limited and looks like it may run out soon.
There are also three Health-Kits on the table next to the counter. In the kitchen, there is a large fry-pan sitting on the stove.
Peering outside, one could see that the once-peaceful town is littered with turned-over cars, broken windows, trashcans, etc. There is smoke billowing in the distance, and everything else is quiet.

One of the survivors, tries to break the silence by saying....

"So uh... Anyone want to tell ghost stories?" It was a stupid idea, Jimmy knew, but what the heck? Someone had to break the awkward silence and he figured it might as well have been him. He stood up and grabbed his Uzi from the table, along with the medkit. Jimmy didn't think it could happen, but he was far to tired to sleep. "Does this place have any food?" He asked, opening random cabinets in the kitchen. He considered cooking the rat he stepped on earlier in the big frying pan. "Anyone want fried zombie rat?"

Juliette, a girl sitting in a corner of the Pizzaria, rolled her eyes at Jimmy. "That is the stupidest idea ever," she mumbled. Her dark eyes scanned over the room they were in, emotionless as always. Silence was good, she liked people not bothering her and the last thing she wanted was someone spouting off stupid stories in a lame attempt to scare others and themselves.

"At least I have an idea." Jimmy replied quickly. From when he first saw her, the seemingly emotionless deadpan creeped him out. It was just... weird. She was weird. "Whats the Ammo count?" He asked, trying to start a conversation. He picked up his uzi and hit the clip eject. Still loaded. The few spare mags laid across the table didn't comfort him much. "We could talk about our place in the universe." He said, doubtfully.

"A stupid idea," Juliette smirked, her eyes gleaming deviously. When he suggested talking about their place in the universe an eerie grin spread across her face. "Our place? We have no place. And we won't until ever single zombie is back where they belong," she deadpanned, flicking something off of her shoulder.

As the black limo pulled up to the aptly named Executive Building, Kenjiro Hiroshi, star Sweeper for the Millennion organization, had nothing but contempt for this armpit of the United States. He had insisted to the Head of the Family that they hold the meeting in Japan, but Hachirou would not hear of it. He had always wanted to visit the United States, and he felt that coming to the home country of Virafax Minerals would aid in the negotiations. As he took a sip of the excellently brewd Sake, he turned to his partner and disciple.
"Genji-san, did you check the perimeter with the local security? I don't want anybody jumping the negotiations."

Genji Tanaka was Kenjiro's best friend and star student. Aside from Kenjiro himself, and Head Sweeper Tokugawa, there was nobody in the entire Millennion organization that could shoot better than him. Genji turned to him, a happy-go-lucky smile on his face.
"Of course, Big Guy. The perimeter is clear, and we should be in and out in no time."
He then leaned forward a bit.

"You think Kanzaki and the rest will be okay without us?"
Kenjiro nodded.
"Yeah. Tokugawa's looking after them, so the organization should be fine. Now that Thunder is out of the picture, Millennion is on smooth sailing."
He took another sip of the sake before following Hachirou out of the limo.

Kenjiro and Genji had been brought here on security detail, to make sure that those opposed to the deal could not stop it. The passed through security in no time, and were soon seated with Virafax representative, Albert Yens.
"Welcome, Mr. Hachirou. I assume that you had a comfortable flight?"
"Yes, yes," Hachirou said, rather bored, "let's just cut to the chase, shall we?"
Without another word, Yens produced a briefcase full of money.

"Virafax Minerals asked me to front you this two million dollar signing bonus. Once the mines are producing, you will gain billions more. Is this adequate, Mr. Hachirou?"
Kenjiro opened the case and counted up the money. Just like Yens said, there was two million inside.
With his confirmation, Hachirou drew a pen from his suit.

"Just show me the contract."
The contract was signed, and Yens and his contact left soon after that. However, the door burst open, and a lone man with blood dripping from his jaws entered. A security guard tried to push him out, but he was taken to the ground and his neck was ripped open.
"My god..." Genji said as he drew his gun and fired one shot into his head.
However, when that one fell dead, four more charged in, alerted by the gunshot.

"Shit!" Kenjiro shouted as he drew his guns and fired two shots, each one hitting them in the heart. However, this did not even slow them down.
"They're just like the Necrolizers! Genji, aim for their heads!"
Once this weakness had been discovered, the two experienced Sweepers mowed them down.
"We must get Hachirou to the airport, now!"

The three raced outside. The limo driver had been attacked by the zombies, and Kenjiro pushed what was left of him out of the seat. He took the wheel and drove to the airport, running down any zombies in the way. Once at the airport, Kenjiro and Genji stayed close to Hachirou, shooting down the zombies. Their training had taught them to stay calm and alert in any situation, so even this was to be considered the norm for them. They got Hachirou onto an airplane, but only two seats were left as people used the last airplane to flee the city.

Kenjiro turned to Genji.
"You take the seat, Genji-san. I won't leave you here when your training is not yet complete."
"But Big Guy--!"
"No buts. I'll catch the next available plane to Japan."

As the plane took off, Kenji could see zombies racing down the runway. Holding his twin, silver .45 caliber pistols in his hands, he crossed them, aiming square at the zombies.
"All right, you assholes."
He pulled back the hammers on his guns.
"Show me what you've got!"
The only sounds heard next were gunshots and the screams of zombies.

(Monster post... now my head hurt!)
"You know, at first I thought of you as some emotional emo trying to hide something, but right now I just think your a tid-bit weird." Jimmy said, for he liked to speak his mind. "And before you go and start calling my ideas stupid, I'd like to see you think of something. And these zombies have no power over our place in the universe, if we do in fact have one. As much as I doubt we do, I'd just felt like asking for your opinion. But, if you are going to be so rude about it, maybe I shouldn't ask." Jerk. "You see, I've just frakin bored out of my mind, and am just itchin to shoot sumthin, so who wants to opened the damned door and start shooting?" Jimmy, as he was talking, had moved towards the barred up door with his Uzi and other things. He put the gas mask he had taken on-in case of smokers?-and put his hand on the the door. "Anyone?"

"First off, don't call me weird. Secondly, if you open that door I will unload a round of bullets into your skull. And thirdly, at least I'm not some ugly nerd face who had no life before he became a zombie slayer," she growled, brushing some hair behind her ear. "And for the record I have a name, use it fag," she rolled her eyes.

Kenjiro had made his way from the airport down to some place called Maple street. The city was practically overrun with zombies, but they were no match for him. In Japan, he had faced Necrolizers, zombies that could actually use firearms, and had triumphed over them with the help of his True Grave unit. Compared to them, these zombies were like shooting fish in a barrel. The one location that stood out in this urban wasteland was some place called the Porto Bello Pizzeria. Taking cover near the door, he could hear people talking.

"If anyone is in there, identify yourselves. If you have weapons, I advise you not to make any aggressive actions, as I will kill you."
A few zombies came shuffling across the street, but using the aiming skill that got him called "One Shot" back home, he ended them in seconds. His clip was running low, and though he had ample amounts of ammo stored in his ammo belts and ammo vest, he really needed a safe place to reload.

Viktor crawled out from underneath an overturned table. "Uhhg, my head... wha? There are other survivors? Perhaps I was not all wrong in choosing to come here..." he says as he unstraps the shotgun from his back "I am Viktor, it would appear that the zombies are here too... if you need my help you need only ask it. Shoot me if you will... I am infected, but I will aid you 'till my doom.". After looking at the other survivors Viktor moved to the door "You cannot hold up here forever, I will get you to safety... I won't say more.". As his head clears he hears the voice of an asian man "I see that I'm not the only one who seeks refuge away from home, come in... death's fine."

Kenjiro heard the voice of a German man speaking from the pizza parlor. Going in through a barely boarded up window, he replaced the boards before checking the remaining bullets in his clips. He had five bullets in each clip, ten total. That meant ten more dead zombies before he would have to reload. The other three people inside were armed, but they did not seem hostile. He put his guns in his tuxedo jacket and sat down at a table.

The German man said something about being infected, and that he would help until he died.
"So, this breed of zombie can transmit its disease through a bite. That's definitely different from the kind I faced in Japan."
He looked at the three.
"My name is Kenjiro Hiroshi, and I am a Sweeper for the Millennion organization. In your terms, I am a hitman for the mafia."

He put his feet up on a different chair.
"I was unable to leave this city on the last flight out, so I need to secure the airport and get a plane in. The airport is overrun with zombies, and I could use some help in clearing it out for an airline. My organization will need my help, and I am useless to it in the United States. So, I must ask for your help."
He waited for their replies as he surveyed the room.

"I will call you whatever the hell I want to call you, you pathetic wanna be emo!" Jimmy yelled, as someone else joined the two. (How is Viktor a German name?) Then someone jumped through the window. "Oh great, now we've got an infected and a ninja!" He said, sarcastically and bitterly. "Names Jimmy. Did you say hitman?" He backed away from the door. "I don't think any airplaines are going to get us out of this." Jimmy moved towards a window and raised his Uzi, the gunfire sounded odd from the silencer. "We could steal a car and put ramplates on it."

(Because it would be my name, and I am German)

Viktor coughed up a glob of blood as he began to reload his shotgun. He seems to just shrug his impending death off, seeing as he can still make a joking threat. "Could you two stop arguing? Be a shame if Kenjiro had to survive this alone. I have a feeling he'll need somebody to acomp-Gyaaagh!" Viktor is cut off as pain wracks his body. After recovering Viktor stands back up "If I turn into one of those... things... then I will try to continue to assist you. One in the head, one in the heart... if I cannot.".

Juliette rolled her eyes at Jimmy and remained in her corner. She didn't care about anything anyone was saying but looked up at Viktor and said, "If you turn into one of those things I won't give you a chance." To stress her point she cocked her gun and held it close to her. She knew it didn't show on the outside, but truthfully, though she wasn't scared of the zobies. She wouldn't blink twice if she had to kill an infected comrade.

"Understood. Shoot you in the head and heart." Jimmy stepped away from the window towards the center of the room. "So, whats our plan then? Bust out shooting? I think theres a gas station just up the rode. Why don't we look for something we could use for molotovs, or just throw gas on the zombies and light them on fire some other way." Hopefully that'd kill them. The only thing worse then a mob of zombies is a mob of flaming zombies.

Suddenly, the sound of banging hit the back door of the restaurant. The door next to the storage room where Chef Bonati used to take out the trash. It was somewhat barricaded but it sounded like someone was trying to tear it off.. The infected had followed Kenjiro, and attracted several more on his way. It wouldnt be long before those infected attract more and overrun this area. Ammo was limited, and the survivors would have to move out. Solutions were limited. Like Kenjiro's suggestion, they could return to Bayonne International Airport and hijack a plane, although it would be impossible unless there was someone with flight training, and could be dangerous because Kenjiro had aroused the infected in that area. A couple miles west, there is the Bayonne Radio Station, in which they could attempt to contact for an evacuation. About a 7 hours walk. To the south, there is the port of Bayonne. There could be a boat the survivors could obtain and escape. They would have to walk about 8 hours through suburban Bayonne. One thing for certain, time was running out, and the survivors would have to act quick.

Viktor looks up and zones out. "I could smear myself with Boomer Bile and run the opposite direction, would keep the little guys off you..." he says as he looks back down "If I do turn on the way to the airport, I will do my best to stay in control... heh, might turn into one of those big buggers.". Viktor slowly walks to a window "Then again... ah, we waste time... let us leave this place, kill any that attack us... leave the rest.". As he gazes out of the window, Viktor's hand seems to grow claws "I can feel it, let's go.".

Kenjiro looked at them.
"Well, you're not much of a team, but I guess you'll have to do. Use your head and be aware of your surroundings at all times. Just follow my lead, and those of us not all ready infected will probably make it out of this alive."
He turned to Viktor.
"I'm sorry, but I must ask you not to follow us."

He placed his hand on Viktor's shoulder.
"In your state, you could turn at any minute. When that happens, your only thought will be to rip us to pieces. We don't need a zombie that close to us. I refuse to kill an innocent man before he turns, so your idea of smearing yourself in bile and running is probably the best idea. There's no doubt you'll die, but at least you can help us by keeping them off of us for a while."

He took his hand off of Viktor's shoulder and drew his twin handguns.
"Okay, team, we've had a change of plans. The airport is too dangerous, so we're going to the Bayonne Radio Station. We're going to radio for evacuation, which will hopefully get me on the first flight back to Japan. It's a couple miles west of here, since I passed it running here before realizing what it was. Let's move out!"

Kenjiro kicked open the front door and began firing at the zombies, cutting them down with his masterful aim. Moving down the street in a sweeping fashion that allowed him to cover every direction, he shot down any zombies that approached, which were few because the majority was still trying to break into the pizzeria. He hung back enough to allow Jimmy and Juliette to keep up with him. Now, it was just up to the will to survive to get them to the Radio Station.

Juliette seemed to keep up just fine, keeping a straight face and drooped eyes, her gun drawn in case she had to shoot down any zombies that Kenjiro had yet to get or weren't dead enough for her taste.It was quite obvious that this wasn't much of a challenge for her, and she seemed to be proud of that, having a slight gleam in her eyes. She pulled a lollipop out of her pocket, still keeping her pace, and unwrapped it, popping it in her mouth. She always seemed to have candy with her, but why nobody knew, it was just another one of her strange habbits.

Viktor looks at the survivors. "Aye, I guess my time has come..." he says as he pulls out a grenade he snatched from the millitary base. Viktor steps outside and raises his arms to the air, pulling the pin he yells "Come on you necrotic sons of bitches! If you want dinner then you've got to catch it!". After atracting a large amount of zombies to himself, Viktor drops the grenade. The detonation sends Viktor's corpse flying past the survivors.

(This isn't me quiting, it'll get intresting.)

Kenjiro looked behind him as a large explosion permanently sent the zombies back to their graves. Viktor, the brave German man who had sacrificed himself for them, flew past them. He landed with a sickening thud, his body little more than hamburger and blood. Kenjiro bowed his head for a moment to honor the man, then realized the implication. Ejecting his clips, he allowed his ammo belt to reload and cock the guns before training them on Viktor's mangled corpse.
" Be careful, Juliette. I think our friend Viktor just became our enemy."

Viktor's 'corpse' slowly rises to it's feet, hunks of metal and other shrapnel imbedded in it's back. The monster looks up at the survivors. "Rrrrrun, can barrrley contrrrrol it! Rroagh!" It bellows as it takes a swing at a nearby infected with a broken lampost. "Grro! I wrrilll horld them offf!" is the last thing it says as it charges off into a mass of zombies.

((Next time you see him, he won't be so nice.))

(Hey guys? I'm really, really sorry about bombing out now but, I can't keep up with so many RPs, and right now this isn't priority so... I'ma quite... Sorry... And besides this sight, I have a busy life right now. Seriously though, I'm sorry about quitting!)

(Well, i guess ill play Jimmy then.... - dreamtheaterem)

" Oh God, that was one helluva crazy German mofo! " Jimmy said.
" He scared me more than the zombies. "

The survivors continued to work their way through suburban Bayonne. The Infected never seemed to cease, popping out of bushes, dark alleys, breaking through glass windows. Turned over and crashed cars littered the streets, and almost all the buildings had broken windows and doors.
Its only been a couple of hours but the survivors were beginning to run out of ammo. They would have to find some quick. Only a couple blocks up ahead lays 'Jim's Guns and Ammunition.' It also held some potential for a safe house. The sun was beginning to set, and random shadows jumped at the survivors. Although the survivors weren't very aware of it, Jimmy heard some strange growling sounds occasionally. It sounded almost like a mountain lion.
" You guys hear that? ..I must be hearing things, shit freaks me out. "

Viktor slowly creeps into the gun shop, carrying ammo and weapons he had found. He sneaks out just as quietly, leaving the weapons there for the survivor. <Leave guns... humans not die yet... me not kill...> is Viktor's only thought as he disapears into the shadows, searching for more way to assist the survivors no doubt. He kills any infected who walk infront of him.

((I'll continue with the 'barely in control' plot, unless you want otherwise Dream.))