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Cammie could heard Gene run after her and then groaned and sighed sharply when Gene shot one zombie in the head and more zombies came to attack them. She turned to Gene and lightly hit him on the shoulder and then kicked a zombie square in the face that was about to bite Gene’s shoulder. “You dope! That was a stupid move!” She hissed sharply and then pulled out her large dagger and stabbed a zombie repeatedly in the eyes with it and then kicked it to the ground and took a deep breath of her cigarette that was still in a death lock grip in between her pink lips.

She jumped into the air and twisted her body around and kicked a zombie in the throat and knocked them down. She grinned and still remembered every move that her family taught her and then whispered to herself. “Thanks everybody…” She smiled softly and then wiped it off and frowned and quickly stabbed a zombie in the head and kicked it off the blade and her black hair was swaying in the breeze as she spun around again and kicked a zombie under the chin and sent them flying back.

She looked absolutely stunning while she spun around and kicked and killed zombies, her blue eyes flashing with excitement and sorrow. She looked like a deadly cat killing her prey in one foul swoop and pitying them. She felt sad for these beings that were dead and were no longer alive and looked like an empty hallow shell. She jumped into the air and spun around and sent a kick straight into the head of a zombie and it fell to the ground motionless.

She laughed and then took her still bloody dagger and plunged it into the skull of a zombie and it fell to the ground in front of her feet dead. She pulled the blade out of its head and then slammed her blade back into the head of another zombie and shouted over towards the people. “HEY FUCKING HELP NOW OR I SWEAR IM GOING TO COME OVER THERE AND KILL YOU MYSELF!!!” She glared towards the people still in the store and then killed a few more zombies.

Out of all of the people in the store, Jack was definitely the least reluctant to help out, but he stepped out of the doors and pulled out his pistol. "Ya know kid, I risked my ass and nearly got stranded on some apartment building to get these bastards away from us, and you go ahead and screw it up! Oh well, might as well clear this place out, the less in tow, the better...I guess."

He turned to Gene with an annoyed look on his face and shot a zombie that was getting close to him. He moved closer to the horde with each shot, zombies dropping quickly. Jack was a good shot, but he wished he had an Armalite or M-16 to make this easier. They were more accurate and had larger magazines.

Jack turned to Cammie as she tried once again to get the person in the shop's attention. He walked over to her and shot a zombie that had even made it past his gaze. Looking at the barricade, he moved her to the side and handed her his pistol. "Cover me, I'll work on getting us inside," he grunted as he started to pull at the crude wooden wall.

Damian Knight heard the banging and ran downstairs straight away in his Knight armour, he grabs the keys from the old man and unlocked the secure door out of breath. He said, "Come on quickly get inside." while getting his longsword ready to attack any zombies that make it in.

Cammie smirked when she saw Jack run out and start to help them. She stabbed a zombie that was getting a little too close and then chuckled when Jack called her a kid and was bitching. She raised an eyebrow and then saw him shoot a zombie that was a little close to her. She tipped her hat for him and quickly bowed like a joker.

"Thank you very much~" She sang and then laughed and kicked a zombie in the head and stabbed it in the forehead. Cammie noticed that Jack had a good shoot and then smirked and shrugged. “Well since everyone else is using their guys why don’t I?” She questioned herself and then laughed and pulled out her GLOCK 37 and started to shoot more zombies in the head.

Cammie’s eyes flashed with shock at the sudden contact from Jack and then grinned when he gave her his pistol. She nodded and jumped around like a hyper chipmunk. “Sure Jack Jack!” She cheered and then took both her guns and was shooting them while laughing. Her black hair was swaying around in the wind and some blood was on her hands because of the splatter.

Her blue eyes flashed with excitement and she had a toying look on her face as she started to dance around and kick zombies and shoot them in the head. She laughed and then smashed a zombie’s head into the ground with her foot. She looked at Gene and shot a zombie that was crawling at his feet and then shot another zombie that was trying to get close to Jack. She kicked a few more away from Jack and then shot a few more zombies and grinned.

Gene grinned to Cammie. "Yes, but if I didn't, you have to kill me in about 24 hours" he explained. He fired off a few more rounds from his pistol, killing off another zombie. He pulled the trigger and the last bullet went out, just barely scraping the head off a zombie. He pulled the trigger again and the gun clicked, empty. "Damn it, not now!" he said, putting the gun away. He watched how Cammie skillfully dispatched the zombies with ease and glee. He grinned and stabbed another zombie as it got to close. But his knife was stuck in the zombie's skull and it died with it in its head. When Damian opened the door, he pulled Cammie in with him. "Come on, get inside before you run out of adrenaline" he said, grinning. He looked across the street to the people in the Hot Topic. They hopefully get in soon.

(I added zombification to the OOC if anyone wants to read on that. Just that I'd explain the time limit before a bitten person becomes a zed.)

Cammie shot more zombies and then heard the all familiar click of the guns. She frowned and then shoved the guns in the back of her pants and pulled out her blue dagger that was dripping with blood. She slammed the blade into the head of a zombie and then it got stuck. She growled and then put her foot on the zombies head and yanked it out and then kicked a zombie in the head and her blue eyes were filled with shock when Gene pulled her inside the Weapon Store.

She looked back one more time at the people inside Hot Topic and then pulled Jack inside and closed the door. She sighed and then she felt her adrenaline stop. She started to pant heavy and then fell to her knees and was breathing for air. She got her breath back and then sighed and took a deep breath of her cigarette and looked over at Gene. “Damn you were right Gene…that was close…” She sighed and then got onto her feet and looked over at the man who had let them in.

She raised an eyebrow and then looked at her hands that were covered in blood. She grimaced and then looked up at the man and grinned. “Hi I'm Cammie and he is Gene…” She pointed to Gene with her bloody hand and then looked back over at the guy. “Do you have any water that I can wash off my blades and the blood on my hands…?”

Gene sighed and shook his head, looking at his blood stained clothes. "Oh well, I guess I don't need this anymore" he said, removing his hoodie and dropping on the floor. It's old gray color had been almost completely replaced by blood. He looked at the blood on his hands and shook his hand a little, sending drops of blood onto the floor. Ugh, I'm glad I'm not squemish, he thought. He lost his pocket knife out there, and his gun was out of ammo. "You've got plenty of weapons in here, right?" he asked, looking at Damian.

Ellen grinned and puffed away on her cigarette. She glanced over and back, from Gene to Cammie, observing their emotions. She giggled to herself as she witnessed the un-deniable chemistry. She continued to puff away, she had forgotten how refreshing a good cigarette could be. She sat there, crossing her legs on the counter as Cammie got up and ran outside, dashing between the horrid zombie creatures that followed her.

Ellen grinned as the comotion began to excite her. When she thought about how it was exciting her, she became disgusted with herself and stood up emediately. Within a second she was out the door, her cigarette thrown at one of the approcahing zombies. She ran through them, barely missing some, and effectively holding some off. Not having a weapon was her main motive for following the others, but she also liked the complany, for all she knew, they were the only ones left.

Ellen reached Gene and Cammie, and with a quick nod, she began to try fend off the creatures that so often made her sick. She continued to kick and gouge and punch as she turned her attention to Gene and asked "Is the door nearly open yet?! Not that this isn't enjoyable or anything..." she joked.

Jack jumoed back as Gene shook the blood off of him. "Woah! That was a close one. I cut my leg before, anybody got a clean cloth I could use to cover it up?" Jack untied the part of his sleeve on his leg and threw it to the ground. He reached for his knife and spun it around while looking at all the weapons in the shop. "I remember a while ago, I had to read and check all of this guy's permits. It was not a very fun week. If I remember, he had 72 different permits for this shop and everything inside."

Damian replied, "Yeah plenty of weapons in here, including bows, crossbows and throwing daggers. Appart from them all the weapons here don't require ammo, but there is tons of ammo for bows and crossbows upstairs."
After everyone made it in he closed the secure door as zombies slowly shuffled towards it, using his strength and weight he managed to close the door while zombies were pushing to get in, he locked it again saying, "They won't be able to smash through that, I heard that it was even ram resistant, well at least according to the shop keeper, who you might have noticed is dead on the floor. He had a heart attack and died in minutes shortly after locking the door. And by the way, I'm in this suit of full plate knight armour training for a marathon I was planning to run for charity. Guess I'm lucky eh, zombies won't easily be able to bite me in this." he laughed after saying this

Alexander calmly walked through the streets, safe in the knowledge that the undead are too busy on the bodies of others, Simply walking around the ones that saw him. Much to his annoyance, a group of them did see him, and they were on both sides of the streets. He would take them out with his rifle, but he didn't have a silencer, and that would be a call to dinner throughout the district. He would have to use his machette. So he climbed to the roof of a van, and started stabbing them from there. Unfortunately, The combined moaning of the undead group attracted others, and the rest of the undead started converging on him. He looked around, and saw a group of undead attempting to break down a door. He screams at the building. "ANYONE IN THERE?" He kicks a zombie off of the roof of the van, and starts stabbing again.

Gene nodded and started filling his pockets with knifes and daggers. He started browsing through the larger blades then he turned to Damian. "Wait, won't that make you extremely slow?" he asked, giving his a questioning eyebrow. He sighed and stood up and picked up a small sword and set it on table. He walked over to a display case filled other blades and took out his gun. He brought the butt of gun down on the case, shattering the glass. The shattering glass made a loud sound, attracting the zombies again. "Damn it, why do I always do this?" he said, sighing.

"Yes I'm slow, but still faster than the zombies, slightly." Don't worry, the door is secure, no zombies will be able to break that down easily, the window is barred so even if it breaks, the bars will stop them from getting in. The back has a corrugated metal garage type door, which is closed, strong and opens with a mechanism that you can hand wind. And the roof is only assessable via a fire escape which is currently lifted up so no-one can get in. Have a look around, if you are bored feel free to shoot zombies with bows or crossbows or throwing daggers, there is plenty of ammo and zombies to go around." Damian says while returning upstairs with crossbow in hand.

Darius hadn't really anything at the time to fight the zombie horde that they had just gone thorugh. Darius looked over at cammie smoking and he asked "You need a light?" he asked pulling out a box of matches "Matches preserve the flavor of cigs in my opinion." He then turned to Damian "What kinds of weapons can you give us? Show me your ....inventory." he said with a laugh.

As he hears the question he remains downstairs.
"Well as you can see there is a vairity of weapons on display, all ready for the taking, swords, axes, daggers, maces, flails, bows, crossbows, spears, warhammers. Everything you need for your zombie killing need. Uostairs in the first floor storeroom there is plenty of arrows, bolts and throwing daggers to supply ammo." Damian said,"Luckily he also has sharpening stones for the bladed weaopns so they don't grow dull. Handy portable sizes too. Now my longssword and armour are my own. I was planning to run a marathon in this for charity,though if I am still alive when this infection is over I will be changing my charity to zom aid" he laughs.

Once inside, Ellen glanced about her. She nodded her head eagerly and grinned to herself, pleased with the vast selection of weapons. She clapped her hands together and made her way over to one of the displays. She viewed one of the spears with extra intent. She thought she'd keep it in mind once a cross-bow caught her eye. She gaped at it for a mere second and then ran hastily over to it. "Can I please, please have this?" She asked the question, not particularly aiming it anyone, she was almost afraid to touch it, afraid to tarnish it's beauty.

She knew her eagerness must have seemed slightly strangem but when you're the one without any form of weapon, surrounded by those gastly creatures, you'd be eager too. She smirked as she thought of how the zombies would fall under her will if she had one of these.

Damian replies, "Of course you can, the owner doesn't need it anymore" he points at the dead old man on the floor behind the counter. "Ah thats a good light crossbow you picked there, perfect for someone of your build and stature. But as you see," he waves his crossbow about, "I have a heavy crossbow, its slower to load, need 2 hands to fire, heavier, but it is stronger and a better range."

Ellen grinned and slowly lifted the weapon. She held it tightly, aiming it here and there, getting a feel for it's weight.She glanced down at the old man on the floor and sighed, kneeling down beside him and shaking her head with disgust. "Why is this happening? People shouldn't have to die under the hands of these...things!" She snarled under her breath and stood up straight, pushing her long blonde hair from her face. She held the cross-bow close to her side, it pinched the skin of her exposed abdomen, but she barely felt it, she seemed numbed somehow by the current events.

"You said there were arrows and such up-stairs?! ...could you take me up there?" Ellen was standing by Damian's side, looking up at him with a determined expression. She was not about to let these things take her life like they did so many others.

"Of course I can take you upstairs, but arrows are for bows, crossbow use bolts." Damian says, then he leads Ellen Upstairs with his armour clinking. He opens the door to the storeroom and says, "The bolts are there," he points at them ,"Take as many as you need, each bundle stores 100 bolts."

Gene pulled another sword from the display holding it with a grin across his face. "Hm, I prefer modern weaponry, but anything is good at the moment" He started toward the back door and inspected the whole area. He found a small mechanism for the door to open with and left it be for the moment. He then rushed up the stairs and went out onto the fire escape and dropped it so it'd be able to be used effectively. "Alright, all the exits check out, we're good for when we want to leave" he said, sitting down.