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David Reichart

"Rules have changed now."

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a character in “Dead Nation”, originally authored by Royalburden, as played by RolePlayGateway

So begins...

David Reichart's Story

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Jim turned to the now speaking David as Pops quickly made his way past the beer carrying newcomer, the old mans mind completely ignoring him and everything he said as he made his way behind the old counter top. In mere moments Pops had an ancient looking phone in his hand, the beige piece of plastic was so old it was still connected by cord and had a turn dial. As Jim realized just who was asking what the hell was going on he could hear Pops's fingers dialing for the sheriff, the familiar 'chuck chuck chuck chuck' of the obsolete turn dial sounding in the quite store.

Jim sighed inwardly as a particularly loud bang sounded from the door, one of the things outside having slammed itself against the glass without any regard to its well being. With the extremely bizarre events unfolding outside Jim cursed his bad luck, of all the people in this small town it just had to be David Reichart standing in front of him-the fact David was carrying a case of beer didn't surprise him in the least. The way Jim's eyes darted to the alcohol and his eyes narrowed it was clear he didn't think much of Davids habits.

"Honestly Dave?" Jim said turning his attention back to the door, the faceless lady now smearing her skinless face across the glass as her teeth clicked away, a black reddish smear left behind in her wake. "I've no fucking idea."

No sooner had Jim finished speaking than Pops spoke up from behind the register, his old wrinkled face white with worry. "Sheriffs office...the dang line is busy every time I try calling!" He said his voice cracking slightly at the end as he slammed the phone back on the receiver with a loud clatter.


Having been a deputy for over three years Pete Kleinman knew just what to look for when dealing with drug addicts. Sure, the town of Dry Gulch was small, but just like anywhere in america drugs had somehow slithered their way in. It was pure coincidence that he had spotted the girl sitting in her car high on god knows what. Coming from the local post office he had just happened to notice her on the way to his car, and even though he was off duty for the day he couldn't help but confront the woman.

"Hey lady." Pete said forcefully in what could only be described as a 'cop voice', his large right hand rapping loudly on the drivers side window. It was true he was in his civilian clothes, a dirty white tshirt and faded blue jeans, but nonetheless he still spoke with all the authority of a man in blue. It helped his confidence that he always carried his gun and badge on him. "I'm gonna need you to step out of the..." He was cut off as an unusually loud banging noise sounded in the air immediately catching his attention, his eyes quickly tracking the sound across the street to Pop's Convenience store. There four figures were, as his mind described it, trying to beat down the door.

To Pete the possibility of a violent crime took precedence over some junkie. Ignoring the women he had planned on turning into the sheriff he made his way across the street quickly into Pop's parking lot, right away noticing the blood stains on the black asphalt next to the spilled bag of groceries. That's when he decided to draw his nine millimeter handgun. "Hey! You! You four! Step away from the fucking door!" His voice roared fearlessly as he stood mere feet away from the violent group. Almost in perfect unison the group turned, their cold dead eyes and bloodied bodies headed straight for Pete. "Hey now I don't want to shoot..." Pete said unable to comprehend what he was looking at as the group drew nearer, he was now taking a hesitant step back.

Through the glass door Jim could hear Pete say "I'm warning you!" as the faceless women, the quicker of the shambling four figures, bum rushed the off duty deputy-four loud booms responded to her attack. Pete knew he had hit dead center of where he was aiming, all four bullets ripping through the chest of the blonde woman. And yet somehow she kept coming, her first bite tearing out a particularly large part of Petes neck. "What the fuck!?!" Pete roared in surprise and horror as he shoved the woman violently to the ground. The second woman, who Pete straight away recognized as Mrs. Barrow (she had afterall babysat him as a kid) was also making a quick beeline for him-her jaw working up and down as her pearly white teeth made a constant 'snap snap snap' sound. Apparently she too intended to take a bite out of Pete. Unloading the rest of what was left in his pistol seemed to do nothing to the now bullet riddled Mrs. Barrow who just kept coming. That's when instinct took over and Pete sprinted faster then he was pretty sure he ever had in his life, mere seconds later he was opening the passenger side door to the ladies car he had almost arrested moments before.

It took a moment for him to freak out. But it was only a moment.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!" He shouted wide eyed at the girl he didn't know as if she had all the answers. Again he shouted 'what the fuck' as the color drained from his face, his left hand clutching the large open hole on the side of his neck that seemed to be spreading blood all over himself and the passenger seat. His right hand still tightly clutching the now empty pistol in his hand. Normally Pete was a rather well looking man, the solidly built type that took care of his body and and had what many considered a 'handsome' face, but sitting here covered in blood in a strangers car he was pretty sure he felt like an unrecognizable mess.

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It was like some sort of nightmare watching everything as it went. The mangled bloodied faces of regular average people pressing, slamming scraping across the door the distant but all too clear screams of the cop and the girl across the street. David's head swam, his vision narrowed and it felt like he was stuck underwater watching as a dream. This is fucking impossible... He thought as he took two slow steps back.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me......you've got to be fucking kidding me....You've got to be...." David murmured under his breath repeating himself over and over as he suddenly began scouring the shop for......anything. He circled the aisles twice and practically dove behind the counter to search for some kind of gun or bat. Chips and candy cascaded across the floor as he carelessly knocked them aside.

"Hey! Old man!" He snapped his fingers loudly to get the man's attention. "Weapon. Anything? Gun, bat, antique machete?"

His tone had completely changed, commanding, bordering on threatening. Trembling in his own panic disbelief as if he'd been caught over a dead body and forced to murder all the witnesses present. He looked between the two expectantly. "You've seen the damned movies if we stick around here we're dead"

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It took Pops a moment to respond to Dave's questions, the old man clearly in some state of shock as his eyes stared off vacantly into nowhere. Quickly he was brought back to reality however. "Oh, I, uh." Pops was sputtering over his words, pausing a moment he inhaled deeply through the oxygen tube connected to his nose which seemed to calm him down somewhat. "No, nothing like that son. Never had need of anything like that around here." It was clear by the look on his face that he indeed wished he had invested in a firearm.

Jim's eyes had been drawn away from the door momentarily, his focus now on David. He couldn't decide if the people outside or David were acting crazier. Quickly making his way over to the counter David had just finished rummaging through Jim spoke in a still somewhat calm voice, the gravity of the situation unfolding still not having fully sunk in "Just what in the fuck are you talking about Dave?"

Before Dave had a moment to respond Pops interrupted "Aisle six!" he randomly exclaimed excitedly, his ancient eyes locking with Dave's. The confused look from Jim however made him clarify more "The tool aisle! That's your best bet boys!"

Jim threw his hands up as if to say 'hold on' "Woah woah woah, wait a second guys. What are you two planning here exactly? Get some wrenches and crowbars and, what, go out there and start beating on those people? Need I remind you they just took a bite out of what looked like Deputy Pete?" He asked the two men in disbelief. Pops shrugged at him and responded "Doesn't hurt to be prepared son."

Turning his gaze back around to the door Jim noticed that the shambling group of monsters now seemed to be making their way away from the store, something else apparently having caught their attention. It only took him a moment to see what their new found target was, all four of them closing in on what appeared to be some sort of freshly wrecked Volkswagon not far off from the store

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Momentary silence. The last chord rang out on the radio as her hazy eyes slowly focused on the world around her. She felt... tired. She wiped her forehead... Blood. She saw something... Getting bigger. It was coming for her. She began to stand and her right leg shot with pain, she let out a loud scream as she sat back down. She scooted back and opened her center console, grabbing the small 380 handgun just in time for a malformed woman with a missing eye to ambush her. She fired off a round by mistake, soaring through the roof of the car, and then dropped it onto the floor board.

The radio crackled to life.

"Imagine there's no heaven."

She threw herself into the back seat, grabbing her hoodie and wrapping it around the woman's face, hoping to keep her at bay. She scratched at Nicole's arms, shedding blood. Nicole screamed as loud as she could.

"It's easy if you try."

Two more zombies started banging on the back and side window. She began to bawl her eyes out, she fell back and started kicking the zombie back with her operative leg. As long as she kept it from getting between the seats... They couldn't get her. Until the windows gave in.

Then she'd be eaten alive.

"There's no hell below us."

*Thud. Thud. Thud.*

"Above us only sky..."

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"If we don't do something now that lady out there is going to end up just like them, and like I said, we can't stay here or we're as good as dead. That door ain't gonna hold another dozen of 'em" David said as he headed towards aisle six just as the old man said. He scanned the aisle for something resembling a weapon, something heavy or something sharp. He picked the largest hammer he could find and spun it in his hand. He hesitated, willing his shocked mind to think of a plan, any sort of plan. "We need to do something, that girl isn't going to last against all of them. Jim you come with me and we'll see what we can do, Pops can keep an eye out and make sure none of 'em get in here. Once we have the girl we'll figure out our next move."

"Next move.....the hell am I saying....I don't have a single clue what I'm doing. Am I seriously going under the assumption that those things out there are zombies? That's one hell of a jump, Dave."

"The hell else could they be? Shambling psychopaths that just happen to look and act exactly like zombies?"

"This can't be happening. You're drunk. You're just having a crazy dream, maybe you had too much to drink last night."

"FUCK!"

Dave's eyes where wide, as if trying to catch a tell, some kind of tell tale sign that it was all just his imagination. He blinked and headed for the door, hammer in hand then waited for Jim and Pops to join him, that or convince him not to do otherwise.

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Jim hated to admit it to himself but just watching the scene unfold outside he knew deep down that Dave was right. "Sonuvabitch..." Jim mumbled to himself as he quickly followed Dave to aisle six. It took him a moment to find something that he deemed worthy of fighting with, his hands at first finding their way to a large two handed axe commonly used for chopping wood. Quickly though he decided that the ax would be to unwieldy and instead decided to go with a somewhat light and sturdy crowbar. Testing the weight of the useful tool in his hands as he made his way over to the door Jim was trying to psyche himself up for whatever was going to happen next. 'Your not hurting people, your trying to help someone.' his voice echoed in his mind as he watched the shambling figures begin beating away at the cars weakening frame.

Standing next to the door for a moment with Dave Jim took the pair of keys Pops had just brought back over, his right hand quickly unlocking both the top and bottom locks with a loud clicking noise. His hand on the doorknob he locked eyes with Dave for what he thought could very well be the last time. "You ready Dave? We come back after this, i'm havein one of those beers of yours" He said in a voice that was clearly filled with worry and uncertainty and a forced hint of humor as he opened the door into the parking lot.

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"Heh.....if we make it back I'll pop open a bottle for ya myself." David said with a halfhearted chuckle. He hesitated for a moment, looking out at the writhing mass of bloody mangled bodies fighting for a chance to get in that car, crawling over top one another stepping on each other for leverage. The gunshot from earlier seemed to draw out more as well. David had no idea where they came from but they did, trickling in from all directions lured by the growing racket of the fighting ones on the car and the screaming of the girl inside. They needed to be quick.

"Go."

The moment that Jim got the door open and got clear of the way David made for the zeds crowding the car. Hammer in a tight and read grasp. The sickening wet thud and crunch of sculls seem to sound in David's head before the blow had even made contact with the first zed as he struggled grasping it's collar from behind.

Whud! Whud! Whud!

A chunk of brain matter hit his face, distorted in what emotion could be anyones guess. Rage, distress, panic? The hammer's blows where rough on the scull getting stuck and causing just as much damage on the yank out, if not more. He pushed the body of the stunned and convulsing zed into another one that had turned at the sudden sounds and movements of conflict. They both toppled over next to the car.

"You get in there and I'll get the ones around ya!" David said, voiced raised over the clamor.

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Her leg was exhausted, she pushed continually but she could feel its capacity draining. It was burning so bad, and the thing attempting to squeeze between the seats knew that. It grabbed her leg, pulling her forward and digging its nails through her cargo pants and into her flesh. She leaned forward grabbing the top of its face in an attempt to keep it from biting her.

*Crunch. Crunch*

Outside, blood painted the windows and bodies began to fall.

"HELP!" HE~LP!"

Her words screamed in a blood curdling desperation, and broken up with the tears streaming down her face.

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Moments after Jim and David had made their way into the parking lot the rain began pouring down from the darkened sky, the suddenness of the storm catching Jim slightly off guard. Jim had hoped that they could somehow figure a way out to rescue the panicked woman without shedding any blood but immediately saw that doing so would be impossible. Apparently Dave had no qualms about killing the things, his sturdy looking hammer cracking skulls and shattering jaws within seconds of their arrival.

"You get in there and I'll get the ones around ya!" Jim heard Dave shout over the noises of the storm and the sickening snapping sound of bones. With a nod that Jim knew Dave would probably never notice he set about doing exactly what the man said, his right hand gripping the passenger side door handle. As he tried opening the car door a dull clicking sound was made signalling that the door was, in fact, locked from the inside. A quick glance around and Jim made sure that no shambling figure was sneaking up on him, to his relief Dave was doing a rather good job of drawing their attention.

A swift two handed swing of the crowbar he'd takein from Pops store was all it took to send the car window exploding into a thousand tiny shards. Not waiting a minute he snaked his arm around what shards remained in the window frame, his hand finding its way around the lock. A quick pull with his hand and the door finally popped open.

The sight he was greeted with inside the car wasn't pretty to say the least. The newly turned Deputy Pete was doing his best to get a taste of the poor woman who was successfully keeping him at bay. Without thinking Jim grabbed the legs of the sprawled out deputy and pulled with all his strength, literally dragging the bloodied body of whatever Deputy Pete had become out of the car. Letting Pete's body unceremoniously hit the asphalt of the parking lot Jim was just about to make his way back into the car to help the woman get out when Pete was on him-how he'd recovered from the fall so quickly Jim wasn't entirely sure but he did know there was a hundred and seventy pound something man trying to take a bite out of him.

Raising up his steel crowbar at the last second he caught Pete almost perfectly, the deranged mans mouth now literally biting at the lengthy bit of steel in his hand. Trying to decide what best to do with Pete locked onto his weapon his train of thought was quickly shattered, a sickeningly wet and loud 'whud' coming from the hammer striking Pete in the back of the head. The monster that had once been Pete collapsed to the ground in a limp pile, Jims eyes locking with his savior Dave-he quickly noticed the Dave was now covered in a fair amount of black redish blood that even the rain was having trouble washing off. "She's still inside." Was all Jim could manage to say, his eyes transfixed on the now dead Deputy Pete.

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David's hammer came down on Pete's scull then used both hands to yank Pete off of Jim. "We got thirty seconds to get her out of this car and into that shop. Get your head out of the damn clouds. You fuck up again and you end up just like Pete here."

He kicked Pete's limp shoulder then used his own sleeve to wipe some of the blood from his face. It seemed to just smear itself. David tried not to think of what might happen if he got some of that stuff in his eyes or mouth. His hands where beginning to shake. David had managed to clear the parking lot for the moment. There hadn't been that many of them on the sheer fact that not many people where at that shop at the time however the zeds that had been making diligent work of the people in that small town. Screams, gunshots and distant sirens where painfully audible from there and things where going downhill fast as the harsh realization spread. He turned to the car and climbed inside as best he could with his bulky form. He peered past the seats back at the woman. He must have looked and smelled like a murder scene drenched and bloody with what shown of his face being pale from being at a steady state of emotional shock. He held his hand out for her. "We need to get out of here quick. They're starting to pop up all over the place."

It was then that he got the idea that they had to get out of there. The town they where in was small but it was still too populated to be in any way safe. He made sure the woman got out of the car and glanced over to Jim to make sure he wasn't being devoured on.