It was almost dusk and I am driving on the highway looking for another town. I had just left my hometown because everyone there was already dead, or was infected. I had to get out of there. I had plenty of gas, but not too much ammo, but still I had my trusty bat. I came to a house on the side of the road and I decide I should stop and see if anyone there needed my help… or if they could help me. I park my truck and I walk up to the house. I holster my gun put my bat in my make-shift sling on my back. I hear a scream coming from inside the house, and I know something has to be wrong. I almost turn around and leave, but I don’t. I walk into the house quietly, slowly looking around everywhere. Then I see a figure from across the room in the dark, and I take out my 9mm and pop two rounds into it. It doesn’t move so I get closer. It’s a coat rack. Fuck. I curse in silence. I hear something coming down the stairs now though, stumbling actually. As I feared, it is a zombie. I can smell fresh blood on him though. I shoot three rounds at him, missing two and grazing his arm with the third. Damn, I never was a good shot in tough situations. I sigh, and swing hard at his head with my steel bat. Killed instantly. Damn, I have a good swing. I walk upstairs and I find the source of the scream. It is a women, and she is bleeding all over the floor. She has bite marks on her arms and her neck. “Help me please…” she says. I can’t help her, so I shoot her between the eyes. I wipe away a tear, and run to my truck. I start it and drive away.

I continued down the road, looking for any sign of civilization. Entire houses were burnt to the ground, and piles of bodies laid in their places, burning... How can humanity get so out of control, in so little time. Occasionally I would see a zombie wandering aimlessly in a corn field or on the side of the road. If one was stupid enough to get in my way i would just plow through. I knew a cattle guard was good for somthing. The truck has about half a tank left, but i made sure to fill the 50 gallon tank in the back with some homemade bio-diesel. I was lucky enough to remember a few cans of un-perishable food, and a few cases of bottled water with me, or i might have already died. I needed ammo though. Lots of it. Playing video games with my friends till the wee hours of the morning had given me a good appreciation for ammo. There was a little, teeny-tiny bit of my brain that was screaming "FUCK YEAH! THIS IS JUST LIKE THE VIDEO GAMES!", but i knew it wasn't. Mowing down thousands of zombies with a gattling gun, smiling the whole time, isn't gunna happen. The zombies out there.. they aren't just creatures.. they are people. The people we used to love. The people we used to pass on our way to work. But it's all changed now. So i needed ammo. Lots of it.

I just passed a sign that told me there were 50 miles to the next town, if there is actually one there anymore. I hope to god so. The miles just flew by though, before i knew it, here i am. In the town. And it isn't burnt to the ground. This sparks some hope. Maybe i can find some people, and more importantly, some ammo. I drive down the road, passing houses. Fuck the houses. I don't have time for that. Need to find some ammo. I look down the road, and see a "Dunham's" sport shop! Hell yeah! That means guns! I speed up. Then a car comes shooting down from the street intersecting the one i am on, and goes right in front of me. I am easily going 80 MPH and I T-bone the car dead on. Fuck! I slam on the brakes, grab my bat, and jump out of my truck.

I move silently down the road of the country side. All was to quiet. I hate the damn silence. It gives me chills. No sign of anyone. Only rows of houses and stores. But just then, I noticed that their was a big yellow school bus parked on the road, the doors still closed, but the windows were gone, and every one was dead. “Rest in peace." I say just as i move on.

I walked away in quiet shame, being to late to save them and all. I hope to find a new person soon. I got very lonely, I still do. I walked past about a dozen pourches when i finaly found a gun shop. Finaly, hope swelled up inside of me. I ran up the steps of the pourch, I peered in, but then, shame came to me from what I saw.

Peter drove down the street in the van he had kept alongside him the entire time. "Lets see now i drove past: the gun store, the sports centre, the shopping mall, and the grocery store." Peter was swiftly running out of options here. "I will have to check out the gas station then..." Peter was reluctant to go there he wanted to try and make it to the next town before filling up but the van's engine was almost a desert. He passed the gun store on his way back and saw somebody going in. "Hey! you there." Peter was only shouting due to the distance between them both.

OOC: forget what it says about a katana in my description i actually have a machette.

Don looked around, no guns at all. “What the fuck? No guns in a gun shop?" Don looked around for at least one gun, he got his wish. A twelve gauge just lying there, doing nothing. Don picked it up, examining it. No ammo at all. “Well this is FUCKING GREAT!" Don screamed in failure. Coming from out side, came a huge noise sending shivers up Dons spine.

"Yo, dude what are you doing there my group and i already looted the place!" Peter stepped on the brakes and shot a dead through the heart. "Goddamn it i need a lot of practice with this thing... Ah i know" Peter turned bck to the man who was in the gun store. "Hey do you know how to shoot?"

Don looked at the man in the truck and walked up to him. “Bitch did you just asked me if I know how to shoot? Well that answer will come will you giving me some ammo." Don held up his gun.

"woah woah woah man i-i-i was just asking because well i dont know how but i do got plenty of equipment in the back. truth is i only took a python the others who are now dead by the way took the majority of the weaponry." Peter was scared shitless, (perhaps) he thought (perhaps it would have been better if i just left the part about the gun store out.)

OOC: note that the brackets mean thoughts...

Don looked at his gun and laughed. " Oh haha! I am showing you the gun i need ammo for man!" Dons laughing was interupted by the sound of moaning and a school bus falling over. Don looked over. " what the fuck?"

OOC: Hey guys, STAY IN FIRST PERSON. Not "Don did this" or "Peter did that". say "I did this" "I did that". Alright? That is how I would like this roleplay, played. :) You ARE the character, remember.

I approached the car slowly, with my bat in my right hand. I look through the window, and see a woman lying in her seat, dead. She looked pretty beaten up already, and I saw a bite on her neck. She was a goner anyways. I didn't feel so bad anymore. Walking back to my truck I hear voices coming from up ahead, near the gun shop I had spotted. I head back to the truck thinking "Who could that be? Is there actually people alive here?". I hoped so, I needed some company, no matter how much I hated to admit it. I stepped on the gas pedal and drove towards the noise.

I couldn't help but laugh as I listened to the altercation between the two men going on in the store. I stepped in through a shattered window, looking around carefully. There were likely no zombies here, but it was quite possible that these two would shoot me up anyways. "You two are idiots," I mumbled, seeing that the shelves were cleared of all weapons. That was ok, because I didn't know how to shoot a gun anyways. I would probably miss and hit a person instead of a zombie.

It was then that I heard a loud thud and turned to look at a school bus I was sure was abandoned. Oh crap! Moans came from the bus. Well, we were in a gun store at least. All I had was my trusty frying pan, but it had served me well so far. Turning around, I blew the dark purple bangs out of my face and looked at the two fighting. "Shut up and kill the zombies," I barked at them, not in the mood for these silly boys petty arguments.

I was driving closer and closer to the store, and outside I could see that what I thought was a human was a zombie. I speed up, and let the zombie's face meet my cattle guard. A little blood smeared on my windshield, but nothing I wasn't used to. Looking back, I notice there was actually a girl there. Strange looking, holding a frying pan. I step on the breaks, and shift into reverse and go back towards the store. I arrive and grab my bat once more and step out onto the pavement, walk around my truck. Not worried much about the female or the two stammering men in the shop, I notice the store is empty. Damn it. I decide to see if these people were worth my time.
"Hey, purple. What the hell is with the frying pan?"

I frown, turning to look at a tall, brown haired kid. "Frying pans are great for eating. Didn't you know that smart one?" I said sarcastically. I had a frying pan, he had a baseball bat. I looked him up and down, realizing he was at least a foot taller than me and likely much stronger. I was never very good when it came to physical work, but it was enough to get me an A in high school gym classes. I laughed a bit, thinking of my old life.

"If you're lucky, I'll share it with you. Because ya know, it is so dang tasty. Oh, and purple has a name. I'm Mara." I would have held out my hand, but something told me he might try to turn it into a pancake with the bat. I eyed him carefully, ignoring the bickering of the other two. Of all people, I was stuck in an empty gun shop surrounded by all guys. Why me?

Turns out purple did have a name. Mara. Interesting name, honestly. She was witty, and looked my age. Maybe I could get along with her after all. And if things went south, I have a 9mm in the truck, and she has a frying pan. We could definitely go our separate ways, if the need arose.
"Mara, my name is Austin."
She looked slightly scared, but maybe that was just an act. I wouldn't try to scare her away. Maybe a little bit though.
"Now what the fuck are you doing out in the middle of the streets. No car. No protection besides your breakfast dish there. You with those guys?"
The men in the store hadn't seemed to notice us yet. They might have, but they weren't telling yet.

I looked over at where the bus should have been, it was there, but it tipped over and zombies were flooding out of it. I guess zombies heard the sound of the truck and the gun shots, because the whole town was flooding in, I had to do something fast! “Meet me at the exit to the north!" I screamed past the sound of the moaning of the zombies. I took out my lead pipe.

I finally notice the bus, and at least a dozen zombies shambling towards us. I look to the front, and see that there are more coming from other directions. The nameless man in the store decides his lead pipe is good enough protection, but I had other plans.
"Fuck thiiiiss!" I yell and run around to my truck. "Mara! You coming or what?" She had been the only one whose name I knew, and who I had made a connection with. If the others were going to come, they had better be quick, or find their own route. The zombies were approaching. Slowly, but surely. At least 40 i could see right now, and I only had 24 rounds for my pistol, and not enough bats. The cattle guard had worked before.. It should work again.

(OCC- Let's wait for the other's to post. DOAchamp and insane. Can't leave them here by themselves)

"Shit!" I was now looking at the previously empty looking bus which was now full of life. "I would fight them but i cant shoot for shit i'm afraid." I looked all over now, seeing a narrow street going past the store. "Ok, i know what we could do, meet up around the back of the store ill lead them away in my van whilst you guys fight off whatevers left i'll then pick you up when i have lost them."

I smashed a zombe that can at me in the head, sending an ooze of blood down the side of it's head. " At least give me a gun!" But it was to late, the zombie already surrounded our position, I had no choice but to run back inside the gun store, and find an alternate route around. I kicked the door open, holding my empty shotgun in my left had. Something horrible had happend: zombies, at least 3 started to shuffle down the stairs. I had to think of something fast. Just then i saw a zombie carrying a hand gun, I also saw the back door. That weapon would help me, butif i get out of that back door that guy in the truck would give me a gun, what do I do?! I started to panic.

I was being surrounded when i started to lead them away. "Phew" i said to myself. "Perhaps i should go and get the others now." By this time i had lead them around a couple of blocks. I got back to the gun store where we had previously been. It was a ghost town other than a few moans from the store. (everyone must be in there, the guy, the girl) I was worried to death hoping that the others were alive and well. I got to the back of the store waiting for them all clearing a room for them.

I was forced with a life and death choice! I took out my empty shot gun, ' it is worth a try.' i thought to my self, just before pulling the trigger and praying for hope. When i pulled the trigger, i was supprised, my arm was jerked back, I nearly fell backwards, the bullet had peirced a zombie andwent throw it and into another zombie, saving part of my hide. That one bullet had killed the zombie holding the hand gun. ' Now is my chance!'

OOC- Guys. This is all over the place. We need to wait for our other character to post. Seriously. And shotguns don't shoot bullets, they shoot shells, which shoot BB spreads. And you don't go "throw something" you go "through something" Wait for Mara to post.

I had been watching the rodeo down at the gun shop. It was a bloody mess. People running everywhere, people attempting to use weapons they didn't know anything about. As much as I didn't want to reveal myself, and possible expose my one decent hiding spot. It would be worth it if I could save these people.

I pulled up my .270 and placed it on the window seal. I took a deep breath and looked down my scope. I took a shot, and eliminated the first zombie.

I Began to open fire. The .270 making itself known and exposing myself to the strangers, and the Zombies.

"Well I'm not just gonna stand here you idiot!" I cried as Austin yelled at me. Gee, what was his problem? I followed him quickly, ducking as I heard the sound of one of the two guys shotgun firing a shell. It seemed that we had just reached Austin's car when somebody else started shooting. I instinctively covered my ears and ducked again, not wanting to be accidentally shot. My frying pan clattered to the ground. I looked over at Austin, then looked around for the source of the shooting noise.

OOC: Thanks for holding the posting for me powerpack.

I look into the store and see that one of the men had ran out with a load of zombies hobbling after him. I also see the other man struggling to get something from a zombie's hands.
"Mara! GET IN THE FUCKING TRUCK!" I was going to try to work my way around and find the man who ran off, and try my best to help him out. Or run him over, depending on how his situation with the zombies went.
"Grab your breakfast plate and let's go, or I am going to leave your ass!" I couldn't leave her behind, but I wanted her to think that I could. The man in the store could handle himself, so it seemed. Or so I hoped. We could use an extra gun, but I couldn't waste the extra time right now.

-ooc No problem :)

"You know, I think I'll just slap you with this instead," I growled, picking up the frying pan. I didn't want to go with this guy. He seemed like such a jerk. But if he was offering a free ride and his baseball bat to me, then why not take it? Maybe if I got lucky I get the truck from him. Then it would be easier to get somewhere in this deserted world.

"Hey! Don't leave me behind!" I yelled, running around to the other side of the truck and hopping into the passenger's seat. I glared at Austin, just so he knew that I didn't consider him a friend.