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Zombies Have Feelings Too; In Character Zombie-ness
Topic Started: November 23, 2011, 8:56 pm (564 Views)
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It's been 8 Days since the outbreak, and the majority of this small Suburban town has been wiped out. Many have died, and yet there are still many zombies roaming around. There are only a hand full of safe places left. Most of the people who are left in the town have hunkered down in the local Walmart. Some wait for rescue, some wait for death, and some are tired of waiting. There is only one thing everyone knows for sure though. Survival of the fittest. But some are still having troubles with dealing with the fact that they're alone, and yet not alone at the same time. Will you sit around and do nothing, or will you start leading a group out of the Walmart and towards possible hope?
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Laying on the roof of the building, Charlie stared down at the mindless zombies that wandered around the building aimlessly. Well, they weren’t all that mindless, nor were they aimless. Or rather for the most part. They seemed more intelligent than most zombie movies, and of course they always had an aim. Flesh. Meat. Brains? From what Charlie could really tell they had all body parts on their menu, not just brains. So why did all those movies have zombies moaning about brains? Really idiotic. At least from what he’s seen in the past. Charlie really wasn’t a huge zombie movie buff, so even though he saw a movie here or there about zombies he wasn’t a pro. Not like some of the kids here. They knew more about zombie movies than they knew about real life history. That’s how much kids these days cared about the media.

”Good thing they do…” He said with a sigh as he brought his arms to his chin to prop his head up. It was so weird….watching them all down there. They had no rhyme or reason to their madness other than wandering around. That is until something caught their mindless attention. Then all hell breaks loose. One too many times, Charlie has been caught out in the town when the zombies flood. That’s what it’s like. A flood. Because once you break the dam they keep coming and coming until they get washed away some how. Luckily, they couldn’t climb up to the top of the Walmart he was currently stationed, so Charlie felt safe up here. Safe with his box of pocky as he chewed on the strawberry covered cookie sticks. Safe as he looked down at the mindless zombies. Safe as he was tempted to use the little red laser pointer in his pocket to see if the zombies had enough sense to follow the light like an animal would.

Instead of doing that though, the almost thirty year old pushed himself up from his position on the ground and started to walk towards the door that lead off the roof and back into the walmart. The building was surprisingly still getting electricity, however he wasn’t sure for how long. Apparently it was running on some sort of internal supplies instead of the power that was fed to the rest of the town because no where else had enough electricity to turn on a phone charger, let along however many freezers were in this building. Super Walmarts really were the best. It was safe too. Or at least from what Charlie could tell. As long as they brought no attention to themselves and kept the majority of the lights off in the building, they were safe.

So moving through the barely lit stairway that lead back down to the supply area of the Walmart, Charlie tried to squint his eyes to see better so he wouldn’t fall. The more steps he walked down, the more he could almost imagine seeing himself tripping somewhere along the way and falling the rest of the way down the rusty stairway. Luckily though, the male found the bottom of the stairs and with a sigh of relief, he threw out his empty box of pocky and headed where the others should be in the Walmart. Or rather, where the woman taking care of JR should be. Charlie cared about everyone in the building, even those who didn’t like him. However…in the end…JR was his first priority. Above everyone else. And so were the other kids there.

Walking through the sporting goods section, Charlie’s eyes scanned the dark area. It was creepy walking through the Walmart when it was mostly dark. Especially when you never know what might be lurking around the corner. But it was important to conserve electricity so that’s what they did. So ignoring the creepy feeling he got from walking through the empty shelves, Charlie moved around the corner towards the furniture section of the building. It wasn’t a HUGE section, not like a mall would have in their furniture stores. However there were a couple beds and a couple couches where everyone could stay as if it were an actual house.

Eyes scanning the group of people there, Charlie nodded towards people then made a bee line towards the woman who was currently holding his son. Her name was Grace and she was an older woman who had lost her children during the outbreak. She helped him out whenever she could, and he really appreciated it. However now he needed his son so she happily handed him over without a word because it looked like JR was fast asleep in her arms. ”Thank you…” he said to Grace and then cradled his son in his arms.

As he turned to look at some other people, he saw expectant eyes were on him. Not many people went top side, in fact other than a couple other men in the group, Charlie was one of the only people who got real fresh air since people started locking themselves up in the Walmart. It looked like they were interested in what was out there. If it was safe. Or if they had to stay. So clearing his throat, Charlie’s eyes darted between a couple other people in the group and then focused on a spot on the floor so he wouldn’t have to really look anyone in the eyes.

”There are still a lot of them out there. They look like they’re slowing down, but I’ve also noticed people out there that don’t look familiar. I think they’re either migrating from the city…or…survivors have come through here and gotten changed. I’m not really sure. All I know is…there are a lot of them out there…”
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James patrolled the walls, checking them for weakness, for points where those outside might come in. His home-made chain-mail shirt clinked quietly with every step, the ornate leather scabbard hanging from his waist slapping against his thigh. That sword had originally been just something ornamental. Sharp, but ornamental. Only now had it been transformed into a weapon. It had tasted blood. It was something James didn't want to think about. No matter how much he told himself that they were no longer human, that they no longer deserved to live, that they should be put out of their misery, he could not see them as anything less than human. James recognised his weakness, but could not overcome it.

His patrol complete and his mind still not entirely made up, James made his way back to the larger group. The Walmart had become their home away from home, a port in the storm. It was typical human behaviour to gather together under such conditions and James was not going to abandon that survival instinct that had served his forebears so well. Not to mention, he was not surviving just for himself. He was surviving for his sister. Clarissa was only a little girl, she needed someone to look to and trust in this horror. James knew only that he had to stay strong for her. It was his only certainty at this point.

Clarissa was sitting on a small bean-bag chair, on the edge of one of the larger groups. On her head was a metal skull-cap, slightly too big for her but still useful. James had insisted she wear it. His shield, made mostly of wood and probably too weak for any large number of serious blows, sat beside her. James sat down next to his sister. Only a day ago, they had made their way through the streets of the dead. The poor girl was still traumatised, missing her mother, afraid. James silently put an arm around her shoulder. It was going to be rough, but he would make sure they survived. He had to stay strong, for her.
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"Help! Somebody!"

Nathan shouted at his full capacity. It was against all his training, but now was not a time for stealth. He didn't understand why they'd all followed him. At least some of them should have given up at the Correctional Facility. But no, they were relentless to get at their meal, and while he'd posed a problem for them for the last couple of days, Nathan wasn't the fittest person.

It may be his undoing.

He turned and unloaded a shot from his Ruger Mini-14 into the head of one. Gaming reflexes here always helped him. The zombie went down slow, just like they always did.

"Help!"

He kept running. The Walmart was close. He couldn't really make out if anyone was out there, but he'd seen people on the roof from a bit farther off, back when he wasn't immediately concerned with being eaten. They had to be there.

It wasn't the best place. It wasn't the safest. But they had to be. If he was just walking into more zombies...

"HELP!!!" He turned, knelt, and unloaded the rest of the clip at the crowd. He didn't care if he hit or not, they were too close now. He didn't look. He just turned and ran, the hands getting closer, the breath and the moans growing closer, their shuffling and running footsteps drawing nearer to the boy who would make such a nice meal.
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Zach showed up at the Walmart a few days back with his younger sister, Elly. It was a tough trip but he had to make it. They had ran out of food at the house. They had no chance of living unless they went to find more food. He wasn't the only one to think of going to the Walmart at the time, for he found others along the way. It was hard to get there with a group people, but they worked it out. It was tough the first few nights, when the walkers knew that flesh was there, but now, at least, they have stopped bashing on the doors. Sleep was much easier.

Zach had his own space for him and Elly at the store, he didn't want anyone to mess with his sister. He had a sleeping bag for himself and a small children's bed for Elly. Elly had a few coloring books, in which is what keep her hopes high and her mind off of what was really happening to the world. This is the way Zach liked it. It pained him to see his sister in any type of pain. The moans here were easier to ignore then back at his house; much more quieter.

One of the high school teachers, Mr. Blaik, kind of became leader of the group for now. Zach didn't care much for school, so he wasn't too happy about one of his teachers leading him, but he was a good leader. He gave the people hope and he was the only one doing anything for the group. Zach works out now and again, but only to keep up his Kabujitsu, just in case anything happens.

Zach was talking to Elly about her drawing of a bird, it looked like her stuffed animal, when Mr. Blaik started to talk;
”There are still a lot of them out there. They look like they’re slowing down, but I’ve also noticed people out there that don’t look familiar. I think they’re either migrating from the city…or…survivors have come through here and gotten changed. I’m not really sure. All I know is…there are a lot of them out there…”
He wasn't looking at any of us, so Zach knew that he thought we were all in trouble. Elly started to whipper and Zach immediately payed attention to her.
"What's wrong, Elly?" Zach cooed to his sister.
"I can hear them yell for help.." His sister trailed off as everyone was in a commotion because of what the teacher said.
"Hey can every one shut up for a moment."
Some where in shock, others knew better in this situation to keep talking, and the few who did continue to talk started to hear what Elly heard. Once everyone was quiet they all heard the scream for help and what sounded like gun shots.

It took no time for Zach to grab Elly and bring her up to the top. Once on the top they saw the man was about to be eaten. Zach put Elly down, so she couldn't see if it did happen. Zach thought it was to late, but he knew better then to say something like that out loud. His teacher has keep this place under control for a couple of days now by not giving these people that type of hope. "What shall we do now? Do you think we still have time?"
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“I will survive. I will survive. Lord, as long as I know how to love, I know I’ll stay alive”

Rufus, a two year old naked mole rat that had nothing better to do than stick to Chase’s side like a love-sick puppy, wiggled about in her plaid tank top pocket. He poked out his little head, beady eyes peering about the circus of folk that had crowded about in the rink-a-dink Walmart. Chase, a rambunctious eighteen-year-old, had frequented it for pranks and other kinds of fun before the zombie tidal wave had hit her small, Californian town. Now, it was her “time out” from the game of cat and mouse she’d been playing with the flat-lined corpses outside the bleach white walls of Walmart. The fact that she’d been banned from this place only a few days prior to the apocalypse never failed to put a smile on her face.

Of course, everyone found her quite odd for finding humor in these moments. The kids, though, loved her naked mole rat in all his nude glory. The second his head popped out from his “bedroom” in her pocket, a few little kids who’d been hovering near the adults grinned, momentarily forgetting the ridiculous nature of the outside world.

“He’s so nakey,” one kid giggled, pointing a finger accusingly in Rufus’s direction. The rat, thoroughly offended, snuck back into the pocket; not to be seen for a few more hours, when his tantrum ended.

Chase gave the kids a small wink, stopping her humming stream of “I Will Survive”. “He feels liberated that way,” she explained. When the kids looked at her in confusion, wondering what the word “lib-rated” meant, Chase laughed and decided to find her little pet something to nibble on, since he’d already gobbled up the small protein bar that had been meant for his owner.

Giving a huff, the gal hopped up from where she’d been sitting, criss-crossed, and sauntered down the pet’s aisle (her favorite section) and watched in amusement as her sweetbun hopped from her pocket and onto the nearest hamster cage display to take a spin on the wheel- his exercise. She grabbed a few bags of pebbles for him and scooped him up before moving back towards the group, humming all the way. Gloria Gaynor, singer of “I Will Survive” was now her idol through this brainless catastrophe. The song, while motivating Chase not to jump off a cliff that was nowhere near Liam, also gave her a laugh.

At first, she was afraid. She was petrified.

“Bobb-eh! BOBB-EH! Pick up your phone, you hobo broth-ah from anoth-ah moth-ah. I swear to bejeesus, if you don’t pick up your damn phone I’m going to total your broken down truck and egg your house,” Chase threatened into her cellular device, through a granola bar as she maneuvered her way through the mess of a house she lived in with her brother. He was supposed to be home by now, with Chinese take-out and enough fortune cookies to foresee Judgment Day. Her stomach was speaking to her already, and that made her into the Hulk.

“Bobb-eeeeeh, I’m dying,” she croaked before making a screeching sound that mimicked a dying cat before hanging up the phone. She flipped it off, frustrated, before hopping onto the couch and flicking on the useless TV. Using the remote, she zoomed through the channels- thoroughly ignoring the news channels (so depressing)- and settled on the Disney channel. Kim Possible was on.

“Rufus, babe, come here,” she cooed into her jean pocket, from which emerged a bald rodent with a diva’s attitude. “You’re twin’s on the screen.” She scooped him up in her hand and placed her pet on her shoulder, sinking in comfortably into the pillows for what would be the last, “normal” moment before a zombie came throttling through her door with rollers still in the fat lady’s hair.


Strangely enough, the area with the most, babbling people, was silent. And, apparently, with good reason. There was a distant call of “help” coming from outside their little sanctuary that perked Chase’s ears. Another survivor? And here, she’d thought that all who still had a reasonable pulse were nestled in this here Walmart.

Shocker.

“We can’t just leave whoever it is to rot out there. Donno about you but I still have a conscious,” Chase voiced. Some people groaned, already their tolerance towards her quirky attitude starting to dry up faster than a grape in the middle of the Sahara. It was thoroughly amusing, except for when she was actually trying to be heard.

Idly, she twirled the bat that she’d acquired when she first burst through the Walmart doors like a bat out of hell. It was covered in nails she’d hammered in. Good ol’ Walmart and its aisles upon aisles of daily weapons. It had been fun trying to choose which would be her chosen one.

“Two of us should man the door from outside like you always see in those movies. You know, weapons ablaze and ready to knock some zombie heads off. Another person, or two would hold the door open for that poor unfortunate soul. Soon as he gets in, along with the two soldiers, we slam the door right shut on those boogers’ faces.”
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How the fuck did you end up here? Robert looked around the somewhat crowded Walmart. It was hard to see in the dim lighting, but lights needed to be preserved for dire times. He had a headlamp strapped on, but it wasn't lit. He only used that when he really needed it. Right now, with everyone walking about, scared and confused, didn't really need it. What he did need, was some peace and quiet. These people never shut the fuck up. When it wasn't people arguing, it was children crying, or laughing. Ahh, dammit. You should have just stayed home.

Robert, Crossbow slung over his shoulder, Ruger .22 match pistol at his hip, and machete at the other hip, walked through the store making his way back towards the hardware section. Not speaking to anyone that he passed, he made his way there with relative ease.

Yesterday, he'd wandered out into the streets, and realized the shit had hit the fan. Fucking dead people walking everywhere. Not sure what to make of it, he'd made his way back to his house. It was safe there, or so he thought. It was fine until basically all of his neighbors were trying to beat down his door, break in his windows. Without much choice, Rob was forced to grab up his weapons, and run like hell through the streets, hacking people to bits when needed. That was messed up. Then, it happened. Too many people, not enough ammo. Only place he knew that had a decent amount of shit to protect yourself with, was Walmart. Hauling ass, he made it to the building and got inside. Well, was let inside. Seemed a buncha other folks found the Walmart to be cozy too.

Well, all that was yesterday, and several regrets ago. It had saved him, but man, could he have been stuck with a more motley crew than this? Wasn't much to be done now. It was better than outside with all the flesh eating maniacs waiting to strip people down to their bones.

"Nope... Nooooope... Not that either... Fucking hogs. Taking all the good stuff." There wasn't much left on the shelves. Luckily, there were several tool bags left. They weren't anything impressive, just something some guy would buy, toss in some screwdrivers, a hammer or two, and crap like that, and be on his way to the work site. Grabbing one of the leather ones, he made his way to a different aisle. "There we go." He picked up a blue and yellow can. "WD-40, always uses for that." Added that too the bag as well. Another corner, another aisle: a few rolls of duct tape, a decent sized claw hammer, several screwdrivers, an adjustable wrench, and some needle nose pliers. That ended that little shopping spree. Next, sporting goods.

That was a place he figured would be ransacked. There couldn't be much left there, but, hopefully there was at least a few packs of ammo, maybe a few more bolts for the crossbow. Well, he was in luck. It seemed that not everyone in this town knew how to work a gun. Grabbing up several packs of .22 CB, CCI hallow points used for hunting, he tossed those into the bag as well. That brought his total up to 550. Good thing about the lil things was that you could carry a helluva lot of them and they wouldn't slow ya down too bad. There unfortunately wasn't any bolts for the crossbow, seemed that they didn't even sell any in the first place. "Shit." He mumbled to himself, looking at the three snapped into the quiver on the side of the crossbow. "Better make 'em last."

He began to leave sporting goods, then remembered one thing. Fishing line. He walked his way back to the fishing section, and began rifling through the selection they had. Not too many people had taken this stuff, but it was invaluable. He got some good stuff, stuff that was normally too expensive to use. He took some Spider Wire, some Stren, from 5lb test all the way up to 50lb test, tossed those in the bag too.

"Next stop, crafts." And he was off, moving back through the store, through aisles of colored yarn and the like, until he got to the sewing section. He fumbled through all the crap until he found the pack he wanted. Big needles. Big ones that could sew an arm shut, if need be. Nodding, he tossed those into the bag with the rest of the hoard he was forming. He was being greedy, not really. You needed this shit to survive. What doctor were you gonna go to in the middle of the fucking Apocalypse? many others had been worse than him, there wasn't much left to take. He was essentially scavenging what little remained.

There was one last stop on his trip. The pharmacy. All the times he'd had strep as kid, of all the nights he stayed up coughing his head off due to a cold, of all the times he'd had a broken arm and had no pain pills to take, it was not gonna happen now. Alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, gauze, cotton balls, petroleum jelly, things not many people thought of during a crisis situation. They grabbed the easiest and most common things. Band aides, triple antibiotic suave, all the little things that mothers used to treat their poor little baby's scuffed knee. Sure, some survivalists thought of the good stuff, but not everyone had the 'pleasure' of growing up poor. You got the bare minimum treatment. The 'if it burns it's working' treatment. Sure, not everything he had was choice, but it was what was left. Some NyQuil would have been nice, but there wasn't any name brand left. Equate worked just as well. Few bottles of that then. Back to the pharmacy desk itself.

Robert hopped over the counter, and made his way back through the rows of pills. half the shit he didn't know. But, there was one thing he did know. The most common antibiotic there was, at least that he knew of. Amoxicillin. He had been given that many times for strep throat as a kid. It was the miracle worker. It cured just about anything, or at least it seemed that way. Everyone he knew had been given it for some thing or another. "There we go." He grabbed one large bottle of it and tossed it in the bag. Musta been the bottle they used to fill the others or something, it was big. He didn't care. To use them, you had to take multiple pills a day, even of the 500mg dosage, and you had to do it for multiple days. They didn't last as long as one would think.

"Done."

Just as he hopped over the counter to go back out into the store, he heard some sort of commotion up at the front of the store. "What the hell...?" What were they doing now? Were they trying to get everyone killed? Deciding it was best to go see what was going on, he jogged up to the front of the store, making his way through a checkout lane on the way there. "Huh, didn't know they had Zippos here." He snagged one on the way through, and put it in his coat pocket. "What the hell is going on up..."

'Two of us should man the door from outside like you always see in those movies. You know, weapons ablaze and ready to knock some zombie heads off. Another person, or two would hold the door open for that poor unfortunate soul. Soon as he gets in, along with the two soldiers, we slam the door right shut on those boogers’ faces.'


What did she say? Let someone in? Zombies right outside the door? "Wait a minute, what if that person's infected!?" Robert grabbed the grip of his pistol, just in case something stupid was about to happen. He lifted it up and out of it's holster. He let the bag he'd worked so hard to fill up, drop to the floor at his side."You better make damn sure you can handle whats out there before you open those doors." Robert wasn't a leader here, he wasn't a leader anywhere. He just didn't want to get eaten at the moment. He'd make sure himself that nothing bad got in. He'd help them get whoever it was outside, inside. They did it for him, after all. But he wasn't putting his life in another person's hands.

He walked towards the door, then looked out through a crack between the boards that they had reinforced it with. "Damn, it's bad out there. If we're gonna do this, we better do it now." Robert stood at the ready, waiting to see what they were going to do.
 
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James laid low behind a collection of abandoned vehicles and watched as an endless swarm of animated, rotting flesh limped through the streets. By now, James had almost grown used to the foul stench. Almost. He was well enough that he could keep calm and prevent himself from vomiting; he needed to keep down what he ate, after all, as his supplies were all but depleted. Up until now, he had held up in his motel room with the doors locked, boarded up, and blocked by all sorts of furniture. Whenever he needed to restock on supplies, he simply sneaked out of the window and maneuvered through the town like a ninja to get what he could. But that wouldn't suffice any more.

Due to... circumstances beyond his control, his motel had been overrun by those damn things. Though not too difficult to deal with one at a time, they were monsters in great numbers, and once one of them found out where he was hiding, the rest gathered like roaches. His fortification held for about an hour before the door and the furniture in front of it were ripped asunder. There was nothing left to do but escape through the window and run for his life, leaving everything but his trusty shovel and the clothes on his back.

Now, not only did he have to find more supplies to sustain himself, but a new safe haven needed to be reached. But where would he find both? He knew that the smaller stores were only little deathtraps, as they often only had one way in and out. So, what? Then it hit him, all of those zombie movies where the main characters held down a shopping mall. Well, there weren't any of those in this small town, but he knew one place that was close enough.


And here he was, cowering beneath these assorted vehicles with his shovel at his side, a Walmart in sight. All that was left was to find a way inside and pray that it wasn't overrun.

"Gonna need to scout around a bit first. It'd suck to get in, run into more of these things, and have no way out." he thought aloud. But just as he began his low and sluggish journey towards the Walmart - being sure to take the long way around to keep hidden at all times, of course - all hell broke loose.

Gunshots, screams, moans and groans, frantic footsteps. "Aw, shit!" he exclaimed, taking note of another survivor being chased by a swarm of those moving corpses. "All that shit'll only attract more of those damn things. Kid's done for."

Though he thought that, James knew he couldn't just leave it at that. He'd seen a lot of crazy shit since this all began, but he wasn't ready to add 'watching a kid get ripped apart' to that list. But to interfere would be suicide. James rubbed at his brows in aggravation; if only that kid had kept quiet. If he were another type of man, James could've just used the kid as a distraction and found another way into the supermarket.

Unfortunately for James, he wasn't that type of man.

Before he knew what he was doing, his shovel found its way into the face of an old woman. She was undead, of course, and the feral expression and snarls made the act easier on James' conscious. Her skull split open and let out a spray of blood to splatter upon his white, sleeveless shirt. Another swing of his deadly gardening tool -- it was a young man this time. It stumbled back from the blow and fell onto a couple others. It didn't discourage them though, as they kept shuffling along.

He advanced and made as much noise as possible in an attempt to draw the horde away from the other survivor before leaping on top of a nearby van. "COME ON, YOU SUCKAS! DARK MEAT RIGHT HERE!" he shouted from atop the car and flailed his trusty shovel at any hand that dared attempt to claw its way to him.

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A commotion within and a commotion without. James had never been one for commotion. Unfortunately, it was the sort of commotion that one such as James could not ignore, the sort that threatened his fellow man. He had not been the sort to jump to a person's aid, but he had definitely been one to feel bad about it. Now it was a different story. With sword and shield, he could be a noble knight, saving those in distress from evil. His delusions of power extended from his equipment and for that reason, he stood.

The strange girl with the pet had spoken of rescue. Though he found her to be a bother, she did have a good idea. They'd need every man and woman they could get to fight off the invaders. One could not be a hero without committing an act of heroism. For now, James saw his chance to be that hero. To be a knight in shining armour, protector of the weak, honourable and chivalrous. For this reason, he extended his offer.
"I will help fight them off," James looked about, his voice wavering with nerves and his sword clenched tightly in his fist, "So who will fight with me?"

With every passing moment, his mind re-evaluated its position. Logic dictated the foolishness of his actions. Fear tugged at his arms, told him to sit back down. Morality forced him on, told him he must protect his fellow man. Honour demanded he be strong for the sake of all others. His nerves were a mess. James needed someone to be on his side here. He looked around. Who would join him? Anyone would do. The only thing he knew was that he simply couldn't do it on his own.
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"COME ON, YOU SUCKAS! DARK MEAT RIGHT HERE!"

Thank fuck. The horde was being split apart, thinned out. About half of them were going for the black guy jumping up atop the van, half of them were still trying to follow Nathan. The closest ones. Thankfully enough of them had been drawn away by the conflicting commotion to allow Nathan a semblance of clarity. Out of ammunition, he pulled out a last resort: spoiled ham.

Slamming the thing of ham as hard as he could into the nearest zombie's face, he released it and ran. He'd seen a few undead feasting off of already dead flesh a few days earlier and had gotten the idea for the ham. Taking only a second to look back over his shoulder, he could see that it had stopped a few of them and they were now fighting over it. It was wrapped up pretty well, but the smell was the key thing. He'd found it in a fridge of a house he'd been going through. They were more attracted to the smell of flesh than the actual taste, he wagered.

Then again, this was all conjecture and nothing he really knew for sure. What he did know for sure is that he still had half a dozen zombies on his tail and the Walmart seemed to not be getting any closer. Goals had a way of doing that, especially goals you were running too. But Nathan ran. He pushed his weak little legs to their farthest extent, just allowing the adrenaline to take over. He ran.

Hard.

And then he saw it. People. People with weapons. Some guy with a freaking shield. People who didn't look like they wanted to eat him. He waved his arms frantically, the now useless rifle bouncing off of his rucksack, legs still at their maximum, barely able to not trip over themselves and give the zombies behind a tasty new meal.

"HEY! OPEN THE DOOR! PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!"
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Charlie knew full aware that there was going to be a small uproar of talking after he told everyone what he saw out there. People asking questions, people suggesting things. So listening to everyone Charlie tried to answer a few questions and tell others certain things that shouldn’t be done. Some people wanted to make a run for it, even though it seemed like the closest city was migrating their way. Well maybe not to them in particular, but Charlie knew from enough things in the past, mostly studying herd animals…that once the food is gone in a certain area animals will move on in hopes of finding more food. Once they get to that spot they typically take it for everything it has and moving on. Obviously those Zombies out there were sticking around because they knew there was a good meal inside this Walmart. So it was best everyone stayed put for a little while longer. Yup, Charlie was the type of person who just waits things out when he sees the situation could use it. Sure, if action was necessary he knew how to act as well. After all, he was used to fights erupting in his classrooms and had to get between them before the students hurt themselves or others.

Just as he was about to answer a question from a blonde girl named Kourt who he had as a student last year with her twin sister, Charlie heard someone speak up in the group telling everyone to be quiet. Blinking a couple times, Charlie looked around to find the source of the voice. Just as his eyes fell on Zach and his little sister Elly, the group started to go quiet. It was amazing how some people listened to teens while others completely disregarded them. Charlie’s hand went up to quiet the rest of the others but they soon went quiet at the sound of gun shots.

Charlie’s head whipped in the direction of the gun shots and he held JR closer to his chest. That is until the group of people quickly started to migrate towards the large doors that lead outside. Quickly handing JR over to Grace who was completely compliant to stay where she was and wasn’t that curious to see another person die, Charlie followed the others to the doors. Or rather the gates. Being a Super Walmart, the main entrance consisted of two different barriers of glass doors. The glass doors that touched the outside, where the zombies were, was closed up by spray painted glass and a sort of gate that stretched across and locked at the end. The spray paint was enough to keep the Zombies from being able to see through too much, yet those with cognitive functionings greater than a hamster were able to see in and out just fine if they squinted. Next was the other set of glass doors that had actually been boarded up with wood supplies so that it could be a good second defense in case the zombies got through the large metal gate that stretched across the glass doors. Through the holes in the wood, it was easy to see the other person outside the door. It was also easy to see those on this side if you knew how to look.

Turning towards the others Charlie noticed a lot of people throwing around a lot of offers to save the person. But if even one person went running out there like a hero, that would risk killing everyone here. Looking at his son when Robert came and stopped Chase from rushing out there, Charlie was thankful for his actions. Robert always seemed to think things through. Sure he was an asshole who got on his nerves to no end, but then again so did half his students and he was able to handle them. What was one more person who became annoying in the mindset of everything? Really he was a lot of help in keeping everyone safe. Even if he acted like he was only looking out for his own self. Heck, maybe all he cared about was himself, however by saving himself he was helping a lot of others. And Charlie was grateful for this.

”Guys. Think about it. If we run out there now, break down all our defenses here just to rescue…what…one man?” So far Charlie hadn’t seen the other one out there. ”We threaten all of us getting killed. We have to think this through…” He then heard the other voice outside and cursed under his breath before turning towards the others. ”Okay. Here’s my suggestion…” Would they follow it? He wasn’t sure. However it was just a suggestion. ”Robert. You should go up on the roof and kill of those who are the most threat. I trust your aim above everyone else’s.” More likely than not, Robert was going to have some sort of racist comment thrown his way, but Charlie didn’t pause long enough to listen to anything he said. Not that he was trying to be the big boss man here. He just wanted to finish his thought process before it was shot down.

”Chase. You’re right. We’ll need people on the inside ready to help those of us who go outside. But no way in hell are we going to open up these doors.” He looked towards the doors they’d worked so hard on locking up. If they broke them down now it would be difficult to set it up quickly enough to fight off the hoard. ”Do you know about the doors on the side? Near the docking station that the trucks bring their load and unload? There’s a door there that we’ve kept shut with a padlock, chains, and cinder blocks. If you could communicate with those outside to move to the side and get to that side of the building, James and I can go out, kill some zombies on the way and get those two inside…” He then turned towards the others in the room. He and James were going to need more help. So as soon as his eyes fell on the woman whose name was Izzie, he motioned for her to help. ”Would you help Chase? Just get our back when we come inside?” He then looked towards the others, hoping that the woman wouldn’t mind helping. ”Zach…Can I trust you watching the kids with Grace?” of course he shouldn’t protest. He had a sister to protect. And so did James. However James was ready and rearing to help and really…the kid had some spunk. Even though he didn’t want anyone out there getting hurt, James would have his back with that sword if his own gun ran out of bullets. Which is was getting low.

”So we can do this. We can save them. And we’ll all survive…” This could work. He just had to keep saying in his head over and over again. It was going to work. He and James were going to get back safe and sound because they had people to come back to. They had to protect the others as well as get these other two people inside.
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Well at least Mr.Miyagi had paid him a compliment. He was a good shot, so it made sense. Without a nasty remark, Robert turned around and snagged up the bag he'd filled earlier. Running as fast as he could through the dimly lit store, he made his way to the roof access stairs. He threw the door open and huffed it up the stairs as fast as he could. At the top, he shoved open the door and ran across the roof towards the front side of the store where all the commotion was going on.

"Jesus Christ..." It was a mess out there. There was some blacky on the roof of a van, some scrawny kid screaming his head off trying to get in the front of the building, and of course, a huge ass horde of flesh eating humanoids. "I got ya covered, do whatever you guys are doing!" He called down to the people inside the building. "Hang in there. we're gonna get you inside, just listen to what they say!" He yelled down to the guy at the door.

It wasn't looking good. Gun in hand, Robert took aim at several of the zombies walking up behind the guy at the door. There was a female zombie, dirty ass blonde hair, tattered and blood stained summer dress. She looked hungry as a fat kid at a buffet, and her main course was gonna be the guy at the door.

Bang

A bullet hit her just below her right eye, through the cheek. Didn't stop her, a slight jerk of the head, and she was still stumbling forward. "Damn!" Follow up connected right through the eye. By no means did her head explode, that wasn't how these guns worked. No, instead, there was a burst of red and a snotty greenish/yellow colored ooze that erupted from her ocular cavity. She then collapsed to the ground. Without the needed force to punch through the back of the skull, these smaller caliber rounds ricocheted inside the skull, effectively scrambling the targets brains. It wasn't showy, but it got the job done.

It wasn't easy being accurate with a handgun, but, ya had to do what ya had to do. Another shot, a little kid was down. He didn't like that. He didn't know the kid, but the little bastard probably didn't deserve a bullet through the temple.

Robert looked from the guy at the door, to the guy on the van. He was a long ways away to make a good shot, so, he returned his attention to the guy at the doors. Few more shots, two more zombies down.

Click, click, click...

Empty. "Shit!" Fumbling through the bag now, Robert ripped open a box of the .22 rounds, quickly, he began stuffing them into the magazine. Hands shaking a bit, he fumbled a few of the rounds back into the bag. "C'mon man!" He yelled at himself to get focused. Click. He slipped magazine back into the gun and as back to pointing it over the edge of the building.

He couldn't avoid it anymore, several of the zombies were getting damn close to swiping at the black guys legs. They'd throw his ass out to be eaten if he let this fool get killed. Using a bit of Kentucky windage, Robert lined up a shot at the zombies swiping at the black guy. The gun looked like it was aimed right at the black guy, which probably would have scared him to death if he could see it.

Bang

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The bullet whizzed through the parking lot, losing some of it's trajectory as it went. It slammed into the roof of the van at the feet of the black guy, ricocheting off across the parking lot. Second shot fell just below that, right in the back of one of the zombies at the van. It hit lower than intended, but it must have severed the spine, as the zombie crumpled over and was no longer an immediate threat. Next shot, next zombie joined it's fallen comrade on the ground.

"They don't fucking stop!" He shouted in frustration, looking at the massive crowd of zombies. They just kept coming from every direction. "Hurry up in there, do whatever the hell you're gonna do, not like they have all day out there!"
 
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Zach listened to his teacher and stayed with the kids. He wasn't very good for ranged attacks. Plus Zach didn't really want to help the kids in the first place. "I hear ya. I'll stay right here." Zach took out his kamas and was prepared for anything. hopefully he wouldn't be fighting, because that would mean he would be right in the middle of the horde.

Zach heard the gun shots ring from the top of the building. "You guys should start trying to communicate with the guys out there. I'm not sure on how many bullets Robert found earlier." Zach started to pet Elly's head to calm her down.

Zach turned to Grace and looked at all the little kids they had with them. Just to many. If he didn't have Elly he would have just said use them as bait, but he understood how irrational their love for them were. He grabbed his Tonfas and handed them to Elly. "Remember my training?" Elly shook her head yes, but Zach knew that she really meant a no. It frighten him, but what was he going to do, she was just six.

"Grace, how about we bring the kids away from the doors and maybe more near the toys?" Zach gave her a smile and she agreed. "Mr. Blaik, we will be in the toys, maybe keep our minds off of things, k?" Zach grabbed Elly's hand and started to drag her along to aisle.

Once there they waited for the action to happen. It's all that Zach's mind could think off. It was kind of hard not to think about things like that. They were going to open one of the doors to the outside and let two people in and just pray to god that they aren't bitten.
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Aiden watched. He'd been watching for days. There were people inside there, he knew that. The only trouble was getting in past the horde that surrounded the building 24/7. They didn't sleep, they barely ate unless they found something alive, it was hard to outlast them... on the outside at least. Once he found a fortified position that would actually last, all he needed to do was get a constant source of food and water and he could easily outlast them. It was harder than it sounded though.

He'd been waiting for 5 days for a chance to get in there. Sleeping in cars and hanging those stupid car freshener things inside each one so they didn't smell him or his dog. He'd also been raiding other buildings in the area. There was a pet supply store less than 100 feet from the walmart, and there was a lowes all the way on the other side of the parking lot, 200 yards away he estimated. He didn't know how many trips he'd made back and forth between those 2.

He'd learned 2 things in the time he spent in that parking lot... 1: how to hot wire a car, there was usually a car manual in the glove box and with nothing else to do, he read hoping to find something useful. And 2... dog food was a pretty good alternative to starvation... it might not taste good, but if you thought of it as really crappy cereal it was a little easier to get down. Both him and Brutus preferred Country Acres, after tasting it, he didn't know why anyone even thought of buying the generic stuff.

Now... finally... after 5 nights of waiting... something happened. There was an actual gap in the zombie horde that he might be able to run through to get inside the front entrance. Granted, it was caused by some idiot running around yelling and firing shots off but still, it was a chance inside. He watched from the back seat window of the Jeep as the hordes wobbled towards the poor guy. He didn't hesitate, he packed all his stuff into a backpack as fast as he could and got ready to run.

When he looked out again, there was a whole lot more than just a guy shooting stuff and freaking out, he had somehow made it to the door... and there was another guy on the roof of a van beating undead with a spade... there was someone on the roof of the walmart too shooting zombies. The more the merrier he thought. He took a crowbar and tucked it into the left side of his backpack so half of it was sticking out and he could grab it quickly once he got to the door.

"Ready Brutus?" he said out loud. The dog was feeding off his excitement and he could barely contain himself. He panted rapidly and gave Aiden a lick on the side of the face. He smiled a little clutching a 5 inch knife in his right hand and a machete in his left. "Let's go" he said, and with that, he threw open the door to the car and jumped out into a run. He gave an excited bark. He probably thought this was a game... well good... he wouldn't bite anything and swallow infected blood...

His first priority, funny enough, was to get the dog to a safe spot. He could hack and slash all day, but if something got to the Brutus he'd have to bite it to kill it. He cleared his mind and focused on running. He was coming up on a zombie which was limping to try and intercept him. He met it with a shoulder bash, then he dug the knife into its neck, pushed it aside, and kept running.

He hit the entrance shoulder first. Nothing happened. The other guy was right next to him. He slid the knife into a sheath on his belt and pulled out the crowbar. Then... a thought occurred to him. Why didn't he just hot wire the jeep and ram it into the door? He pushed the thought out of his mind.

He hesitated to break through the barricade. He looked around. The kid was frantic and the dog was looking at him excitedly. Two lives that depended on him. On the other hand there was a guy with a gun right above him, and he wouldn't be happy if he destroyed one of his lines of defense against those things.

He put the crowbar back in his bag and drew the knife again. There were 3 zombies behind them. A thought crossed his mind, something that he thought way too often. Am I ready to die?
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Before she could stick her tongue out at the ever lovely hill-billy version of Chuck Norris named Robert, Charlie the Unicorn began to make plans. Of course, he wasn’t a unicorn but she couldn’t help but think of that one video she’d seen on youtube once upon a time. Anytime he spoke, it was hard for Chase not to giggle hysterically as she tried to picture how he’d do with a bunch of hyper unicorns telling him to go to Candy Mountain. He’d probably devise a laid out plan of escape, as he was right now for zombies. Though, unicorns would be a blessing compared to these brainless gits. Even if they were fucking annoying.

The redheaded bubble of energy found herself nodding slowly when he spoke, glad to know he wasn’t about to let the guy- correction- two guys die out there despite what he’d been saying before. She couldn’t stand the sound of them yelling on the other side of the doors, one just there… only a breath away from being in this cozy, humble abode. Even if the adrenaline she got from escaping zombies invigorated her to no end, she didn’t wish that situation on anyone. Even if she’d found it funny afterwards, imagining her own face distorted with disbelief and the hungry need to get the hell out of dodge, the moments she’d spent running away from the undead were moments she hadn’t liked one iota.

Robert was moving by the time Chase was given her assignment. She felt like a secret agent, getting to sneak about and help fugitives on the run. Of course, this little scenario stayed in her head for now. She’d describe, with hand animations, to the kids later of her endeavors as 007. For now, she tried to get her head screwed on straight enough to comprehend the severity of the situation. Still, the thought of her holding a gun and tumbling around the floor with a mysterious look on her face had her fighting a smile. Instead, she nodded in acknowledgement as Charlie asked her about knowing where the side-doors were. She remembered wandering about there towards the beginning of her stay here. Actually, if she remembered right, Chase had almost ran into those doors as she swerved about the place upon first entering- convinced she was still being followed by nasty, drooling corpses.

“Rodger that, captain,” Chase chimed before grabbing her bat, making sure Rufus was secure in her shirt pocket, and eying who Charlie was now pairing her with: Izzie. That gal… well, you could say Chase sorta, kinda idolized her craziness. Despite the fact that she kept her distance as much as everyone else did, Chase liked the woman. Maybe it was a meeting of the slightly loosened screws or maybe it was the fact that Chase, too, wasn’t exactly a crowd pleasure (though, in the right quirky group, she was). Either way, Izzie didn’t seem to like people much from what the redhead could tell so she didn’t exactly hop up to her as she usually would. She got the feeling she’d probably get her brains knocked out completely, finish the job many said started when her mom dropped Chase on her head; those, though, were solely allegations. There was no solid proof any such thing happened. Not-so-secretly, Chase wished it to be true. That would be fricken cool.

When Izzie finally made up her mind to hop into the ringer, Chase grinned. This was going to be fun- crazy, possibly risky, but fun. James Bond and The Bride. Hell yeah.

Quickly, Chase made her way to the side entrance with bat in tow just in case stray zombies were munching on some rodent in the alleyway despite the fiesta going on in the front. Unlikely, but still.

She went for the locks and began to unhinge them, moving the bricks while humming her theme song. Only, this time, she was singing it for her fellow comrades that were hanging by a thread outside.

They will survive. They will survive. Lord, as long as she gets the message across, they will survive.

Something like that.

As discreetly as she could, Chase peeled back the door and peered out, flinching slightly as the light hit her blue eyes. Damn, she hadn’t seen the sun in a while so directly. As her eyes adjusted, she could make out the zombie forms wobbling about like the turds they were in the parking lot. The yells were louder without the doors and windows as interference and Chase could feel the buzz of adrenaline consuming her from head to toe. Her lips twitched and, after checking the coast was clear, she dove into the alleyway and inched closer to the outlet into the parking lot. She hoped to whatever the hell was out there, besides the zombies and distressed humans, that the buildings on either side of her concealed her from the dead things but not from those who needed to pay attention.

Her face was serious for once: stoic and her eyes boring into the scenery before her. She willed the others to be looking in her direction. See the flaming red hair. Notice me, she chanted internally before she began the silent callings that would save them all.

Her arms flew up above her head in a pin-straight matter until she bent to form a makeshift arrow with them. She bent her upper body until it was parallel with the ground. It pointed to the doorway and she jerked her torso up and down to get their attention, flailed her hands wildly, and then made her arrow to the door once more. She made a silent leap out of her stance, landed with her legs spread and bent sumo style. She shot up her arms again, a determined glint in her eyes as she jutted them forwards, towards the parking lot, pointed, and then flung them back in the air. Formed the arrow. Bent her torso towards the parking lot, shuffled backwards with her face glaring at the pavement, shuffled so that the flattened arm-arrow pointed to the side door once more. Shuffled forward, towards the door. Chase was making an animated arrow, like the ones she’d always ogled at on the side of the roads when there was roadwork ahead to avoid.

“You. Move from parking lot. Move down here. Turn. Enter Door.” Her arms commanded it.
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Shovel to the hand. Shovel to the wrist. Shovel to the face. They just kept coming no matter what he hit, and if he weren't so high on adrenaline, James would've been exhausted by now. Why didn't they just stop? Even animals knew when to end a hunt and call it a day. But no, these things just had to be so damn persistent. He'd commend them if they weren't trying to tear him limb from limb.

A gunshot.

James was now on alert. He quickly scanned around for the source all the while instinctively bashing his shovel at anything that moved in his peripherals. He was sure that the kid had ran out of ammo, otherwise he wouldn't have resorted to throwing a things...

Several more shots.

There was a guy on the roof picking off any immediate threat to the kid by the main entrance. James let out a sigh of relief. Chances are that man wasn't alone, and if there were people in the store, he'd be safe there. If only he could make it...

Another shot.

This one almost made James fall on his ass, as it hit the roof of the van he stood on. His heart raced faster than it ever did; if he didn't catch himself, he would've been their dinner by now. Luckily for him, the gunman's aim got better. But surely that man didn't have enough to clear out the whole lot, and so James knew that he needed to get to safety on his own. He bashed his shovel down into the face of a zombie that made it up top. They were too spastic and violent to allow more than one the chance to get up to the roof at a time... but if he fell...

His gaze snapped back towards the other survivor. Seeing as the kid hadn't been let in yet, it was safe to assume that the entrance had been boarded up. He'd have to find another way in. Just as the thought crossed his mind, he noticed something else going on out there in the lot -- another survivor, this one with a dog. They soon met up with the one by the entrance. Maybe his chances would be better with the others. Sure, the separate groups of undead would merge, but their odds might be better watching each others backs, and the gunman would have less to worry about with them all together.

Then again, more zombies working together would definitely overwhelm them. Damnit! Why did the end of the world have to be so damn complicated? He had often joked about how the end of the world would be, but never did he think it would be so -- wait. Something caught his attention. It was a zombie trying to be sneaky, constantly crawling away from his field of vision. He'd have to watch out for that one.

But things were beginning to look grim. He'd have to make a move sooner rather than later. He couldn't stay up here forever, but those zombies sure as hell could wait forever. Well, until they decomposed and were unable to move. Who knew how long that'd take.

THUMP

That damn elusive zombie had jumped up onto the back of the van. All the others were now violently shaking the vehicle, maybe to topple it over, or maybe they just wanted to shove things around. The jerks. Either way, he and the other zombie were about to lose their balance. It didn't care, and so it leaped right at James who responded with, you guessed it, a shovel to its face. The zombie's head split open and added to the crimson mush on his shirt and pants. Its corpse fell off the side and into a group of its own kin, knocking them over and lessening the numbers that were trying to flip the van on its side.

James took a quick look around. It was now or never. But, wait. What was that? Off in the distance, a lone zombie was flailing its arms about wildly. That was his initial thought. It wasn't until it started gesturing in ways that something mindless couldn't possibly--well, no. That's not true, those were definitely the movements of something that wasn't all right upstairs, but it couldn't have been undead.

James rose his shovel up to acknowledge whoever that was, even if he didn't know what they were doing. Were they calling for help? Signalling him to come their way for salvation? Or... Was the person just insane? Whatever the reason, though he saw the person, he couldn't possibly send a horde their way. Maybe the others would have a better chance of getting there. With that thought, James slammed down the shovel into the top of the van, and boy did the sound echo. The other survivors would surely hear the noise, and when they looked in his direction, they would see him pointing towards the alleyway to the side of the Walmart... and to the strangest sight they'll ever see.
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"Hey, hey! Over there!" This was getting frantic. Some guy with a dog had just slammed into the barricade. It was obvious the doors were blocked. A good sign for the people inside.

A bad sign for those who weren't.

But the guy on the van had made a noise with his shovel (who kills zombies with a freaking shovel?) and was now pointing. With zombies drawing close and things getting desperate, he could only take this to mean as the one thing he hoped it meant: another way in. He tugged on the with the dog's shoulder. "Come on!"

Nathan made a break for it. There were certain advantages to being his body and build. Firstly was that he was thin and still had a lot of energy left for running when he needed it. Youth was funny like that. Second was that he wasn't wearing loose clothes. As a one of those kids who had read the Zombie Survival Guide thoroughly and knew the tactics to survive, he had the short hair and tight clothing necessary to not gain a grasp.

And third was that he was packing heavy.

The last and final item in his bag of tricks was two wooden legs broken off of a little nightstand. They weren't big, but they were round and thick and made of a knotty wood. He had also taken the liberty of finding nails to place into the ends of them.

So when he pulled them out of his bag and threw them as hard as he could at two of the three zombies nearest to him, the guy and the dog, they stuck. One hit the zombie's neck, the other it's leg. Both good wounds. Feeling like a badass, he decided to pull them out of them. Risky move, and one of them grabbed his hands.

He returned the favor by bashing it in the back of the skull.

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He tried not to take his eyes off the zombies, but when he heard the sound of the shovel, his reflexes turned his head in the other direction. He looked over. There was a redhead girl waving her arms around just standing at the corner of the building. He couldn't tell if she was living or dead from that distance. He looked back at the Zed. The first one was down and the second one had a piece of wood sticking out of its leg. He smiled. So the kid can fight... he thought.

He charged at the one with the leg injury, wrapping his left arm around its stomach, he propelled himself around it and ended up behind it, and in the blink of an eye the 5 inch blade in Aiden's right arm was sticking out the opposite side of the zombie's neck. He pulled and the head almost separated from the shoulders. The thing went limp and he pushed it to the ground.

The last one was charging at him. He ducked down, narrowly missing a bite. Grabbing its legs, he flipped it over his back. Spinning around, it was still on the ground. He dug his heal into its head 3 times until it finally stopped writhing. The kid was running towards the girl, and the dog was standing right next to him, sniffing the kills.

He looked around. The other man was still on top of the van, and he didn't look like he could hold off much longer. Was Aiden crazy or just too damn sympathetic? It didn't matter now. He fumbled through his bag quickly and found a leash. He attacked it to the dog's collar and tied it to one of those pole things. "Stay here Bruty" he told it. He left the bag with the dog and he ran, blades in hand. Brutus barked as he ran away, tugging against the leash, but he couldn't follow...

As he ran closer to the van, he caught a zombie a few feet away from the main horde by surprise. He plunged the machete into its lower back and the knife into its upper back, then he leaned it so that it fell off his blades. there was another one charging at him from the left. He swung the machete and it landed in its neck. This time, the head did come off.

He clanged the blades together, hoping to distract some of them and buy the other guy some time. "Come here you fuckers! Fresh meat right here!" he yelled. maybe it was the isolation making him crazy... maybe it was the dog food. Either way he was probably going to die trying to help this guy.

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With this sudden plan, James felt empowered. Any doubts about the lack of support he might receive were immediately pushed aside. Taking up his shield and readying himself for action, he had run off after Chase. The blade shone in his hand, a thing of beauty, a deadly tool of war. He could feel its killing power, its thirst for blood. The blade spoke to him. It wanted to protect the innocent. It wanted to smite the evil. It wanted to lay low the unholy menace. No matter how firmly James tried to keep himself rooted in reality, it was moments like these that his mind floated off into the nether and imagined all sorts of things.

An army has our castle under siege. Fellow warriors, seeking the safety of our walls, battle past the hordes to us. We must tear them a path!
Ducking out past Chase's frantic waving, he began to find himself a better position. With his back to the wall to prevent surprise attacks, James begin to fight. He proved the blade a fine piece and himself a fine swordsman. He stabbed and slashed, pushed with his shield when needed. It was not as fast as one would be with a gun, but it was effective. Quieter too, drawing only a small crowd.

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James' knightly delusions may have been something of concern, but they kept him going. Parry, block and slash. The local population of the loading bay was dropping steadily, vastly easing any entry into it.
"Come, fellow warriors!" he bellowed, inadvertently drawing the attention of any nearby zombie who had failed to notice him, "The way is clear! I shall protect ye!"

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When people started to actually follow what he told them to do, Charlie had to hold back a smile from spreading on his lips. Charlie was just so used to teens who didn’t want to follow their teacher’s orders, and always had some sort of smart remark against him and complaining they have to go to the bathroom or something. Now he was finally able to put his skills he’d learned over the years to good use, and no longer were there whiny teenagers who didn’t want to do anything, but rather adults who knew when to do as suggested. He didn’t have to TELL them what to do; he didn’t have to force it down their throats. All Charlie did was come up with a possible course of actions and the people followed.

Of course, this happiness he felt inside was short lived and completely invisible to the people around him. He’d kept it all inside because right now there was no room on the outside for feeling happy. There were people outside who needed help. An amount of people that Charlie was now unsure of. At first he thought there was only one person, then he caught wind of a second person. Were there more than two out there? Or just them? While the little group disbursed to do what Charlie had instructed them to do, Charlie looked over at Grace mentally asking her to take good care of JR while he was gone, and he got a nod from the woman before she was distracted by helping everyone get to safety. It sounded like they were going to the toys section. That would be great for the younger kids.

Checking his gun after that, Charlie allowed the clip to slide down and out of the gun and he looked at how many bullets were in it. He only had ten bullets in that clip, one in the chamber, and an extra clip in his back pocket. They were starting to get low on bullets but they would survive. Especially when there were still more resources inside the walmart; maybe not more bullets, but more resources definitely. So after checking his gun, Charlie caught up with those who went to the side door and handed the key to Chase who was first to the door. Once she got it unlocked and rushed out of the building, Charlie bit his lower lip, took a breath, then looked over towards Izzie who was still by the door, nodded towards her, then went outside after taking a deep breath of courage.

Of course James had rushed out with his sword and shield ready for action. And as Charlie made his way down the empty alleyway, he saw James had slipped out past her. So seeing that Chase’s job was complete, he patted her on the shoulder and told her to get back inside so she wouldn’t get hurt. He never actually said those words, but with the pat on the shoulder he nodded his head towards the door and his eyes told her ‘good job’ before he went out into the horde.

The majority of the zombies had gravitated towards the men out in the parking lot, and now that he could see everything, Charlie saw that there were three men and…a dog? The dog was very shocking. Not just because of its size, but more of its existence. He hadn’t seen any dogs around, no animals stuck around once they saw the humans were turning on them. He did see a cat in a zombies mouth a few days ago. That was sad and a bit of a relief at the same time. He knew that cat and knew it had been crazy anyways so at least it was out of its misery now.

Charlie wasn’t really worried about protecting his back like James was. Sure, he thought it was important but when you have a pistol in your hand, a cop’s baton on your belt, a kid with a sword behind you now and a man on the roof who has a great aim, you tend to act at least a little cocky. Especially since these guys out here looked like they were more than capable to survive a little longer. So sprinting towards the guys in the parking lot, Charlie was avoiding using the bullets as much as possible. If he used the bullets then one he would run out quicker, and two he would bring too much attention to himself. He was faster without having to stop and kill the stragglers on the way anyways. Hopefully James and Robert would have his back. It would be dangerous for Robert to shoot into the mix of the horde that was surrounding the three people, because what if his aim was off by a little bit and ended up shooting something living?

Pulling the baton from his belt, Charlie made his way through the now more populated (and hungry) group of the zombies and started thwacking some zombies in the head as hard as he could. It was a little more draining than popping the zombies in the head with the bullets in this pistol, however the bullets were becoming a little scarce and he’d rather save them for if they needed to go out for a weapon run later. Something he’d have to talk over with the others, maybe pair up into groups to get supplies Walmart just couldn’t help with. But not now. Now he had to kill as many zombies as possible to help these three towards the alleyway Chase had helped them to see.

It was easy getting to the guys, and once he was near the man with the shovel, Charlie made sure to speak so he didn’t swing that thing at his head thinking he was a zombie. ”You all saw where our girl Chase was pointing, right? We need to get down there as quickly as possible. You guys make a run for it and I’ll cover your backs…” With that he fired off a bullet that shot a nearby zombie in his right eye and went through hitting another zombie in the shoulder. In the middle of everything, Charlie could feel his heart pounding and his body sweating from the fear of the zombies clawing at him and the fear of his friends possibly getting hurt. What made him most afraid though, was not being able to get back to his boy as the zombies clawed at him and Charlie had to use the baton to knock them in the head a few times.

Thwack, Twack Twack. Three more zombies with their skulls bashed open and the skinny highschool teacher was starting to get tired. ”Okay….Lets get inside!” He started to lead through the zombies, knocking some in the head and then if he felt the need, shooting another one as he aimed for the eyes. Charlie knew from experience that if he aimed for the forehead, he sometimes missed the actual brain and only skimmed the forehead missing the kill spot. If he aimed too low sometimes he his more of the neck and missed the brain once again. He needed more practice with the gun, but when you were as close as he was at the moment to the zombies, precision wasn’t as necessary because there’s not much room to miss.
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She blinked. And then she blinked again.

A flock of zombies were trudging about, and a small cluster was eying her like a piece of juicy steak. She probably was one of the best meat they’d ever chomp down on but Chase had no intention of being served rare, medium rare, or well done. So, her blinking-fest done, she gave a small gulp after her performance was done and the trance was snapped out of and quickly darted for the doorway into Walmart. She zoomed past Izzie in the blink of an eye and flung her arm out to grab the wonderful bat that had become her best friend. She was barely paying attention to the other two men who’d fled out of the building in an attempt to help her help those homo sapiens who were about to become those meaty steaks the zombies were craving. Once she had the security of the spiky bat in hand and made sure that Rufus hadn’t flew out of her shirt pocket from the force of her run, Chase hopped right back out into the alley. To her pleasure, the dudes in the parking lot were making their way back.

But, they were also dragging zombies with them.

Shit?

"Come, fellow warriors!" Once again, Chase blinked. King Arthur? Camelot?

"The way is clear! I shall protect ye!" Knight in shining armor? Her eyes turned away from the incoming herd of undead cattle to the source of the chivalrous outbursts to spot a scrawny lad with a sword bellowing, practically yodeling, to the others who were making their way here. Nope. He was not a knight in shining armor but he sure was able to attract attention- unwanted attention. And, Izzie was quick to make it known. Chase grinned, amused and scared witless at the same time. How was it that the zombies hadn’t really cared for her antics but instead were raging over this dude’s? Oh, right. She hadn’t screamed.

“Um,” was her initial response to Izzie’s complaints as the sounds of gunfire resonated off the alley walls that surrounded Chase. She bit her lip and scrunched up her face, trying to figure how many zombies she could get out with her bat. She saw their heads crashing with the nails, imagined the blood that spat out of various holes in their skulls, and the blank look that would follow before they fell with a “thunk” to the floor. Chase eyed the zombies approaching, a few leaking through King Arthur’s attacks and promptly making their way towards the flaring redhead. She gulped.

“About that. They’re heading towards us. All of them. We can’t just leave the homo’s out here,” Chase defended, shortening Homo sapiens as she usually did in conversation, even though she felt her knees go weak at the zombies’ stares. A few of them were drooling and she watched with grossed out awe as the saliva oozed out of their mouths and onto their clothes. Gross.

She clutched her bat and rose it, ready to swing. “We can do this. We just gotta fend them off long enough for the others to get through,” Chase reasoned, nodding her head sternly in agreement with herself. Yup, there was no way she was going to die out here. She wasn’t like one of the dodo birds in the movies. Hell, when was the last time there was a redhead in a zombie movie that didn’t survive? Hell, they usually didn’t even have a redhead. Chase was going to represent.

“Hey, batta, batta. Swing!” Chase sung out as a stray zombie made it too close. She advanced on the fat old lady, who had a floral apron on, and swung the bat with all her might.

Thunk. Chase hoped that meant it made contact. She peered up at the head of her attacker and, sure enough, the nails had pierced through. The zombie was groping at the weapon so Chase instantly yanked it out of its head, only to swing it right back in until she heard the delightful sound of crunching. With that, the old lady fell. Apparently, it was over before the fat lady could sing.

“See? We can do this!” Chase spoke, trying to motivate Izzie, as she did a little “HUZZAH” move by fist-pumping and preparing her bat for another onslaught, though the self-proposed knight was successfully knocking out any that tried for the alley.
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