Derek grabbed a small chair and started to run to where Angelica was. "This day just keeps getting better and better.." Instead of fixing the chair uo agains the door he swung around in search of something heavier to block both of the things way in. Findinga bench he heaved it onto his shoulders and headed over to where Angelica was once more.
Surprised that her heart wasnt racing and she wasnt going into a panic attack, she quickly moved so that Derek could slide the bench against the door. As he was doing this, she stood up straight, laughed a bit, then vomited in a plant near by. She stood up straight, fixed her hair and looked at Derek.
'I didnt grab the gun." she stated.
[I'd say probably round 2-3 AM RP time.]
Jordan heard all the commotion but didn't do anything. The gaurds were checking some of the extra rooms for items they could use. Sitting in his front desk chair, he pondered what they should do next.
"Anyone have a idea what we should do?" he asked openly.
"Uhh I say stay here," Chris said, "And wait it out."
"Thats pretty stupid Chris," Dylan started, "How do we wait it out, when there dead? They surely don't need food or water anymore!"
The two began to argue once again, as Jordan sat and thought of their next move. They could go out and try to find materials and return here, or they could head out. Personally he wanted to leave instead of die at his work.
"I say we should go. Find food, find people, find information, I don't want to stay here," Jordan said.
Jordan was sitting down in his chair, thinking. Most of the security team was either standing and pacing about, or smoking cigarettes. Then the thought came to him.
"How bout we go down into the underground parking? I'm sure these things didn't find there way down there," Jordan asked the group, "We can get some cars and their gas and make our way out."
Chris spoke up, "I can go down and check it out. Rather one go and risk it then we all go at once."
"Sounds good to me. How are y'all up for it or should we just sit here and rot?" Sam addressed to the non-security.
"Or we could ignore the dumb blonde." Angelica whispered rolling her eyes and walking towards the bench leaning against the locker room door. She sat down on it, letting her ears listen to the loud moaning of the dead ones behind it. She had to get over this noise, it was going to be around her all the time.
"Funny." She commented to Vlad. "Who you calling a dumb blonde assh*le." she hissed lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag of it. As the zombies behind the door moaned they pushed there bodies against it, pushing the door open slightly. Angelica dug her heels in the carpet and pushed back, trying to keep the door shut.
Jordan quickly looked to Vlad who was already being a jerk, but was right about the group number. His head turned and looked to the security guards who gave him shrugs and nods.
"Alright, I guess if we do send some, three does make sense," Jordan said.
"Yea, so at least we can get the information back if their down there or not, instead of waiting and getting nothing," Chris added.
"Dude, no way! Why risk three! Thats stupid! If we risk three, why don't we just send in everybody?!" Dylan interuptted.
"Fine...2?" Sam joked, "Feel better?"
Name: William "Billy" Joel
Job: Pianist
Age: 24
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 155lbs
Training: Boxing lessions when he was younger. He boxed successfully on the amateur Golden Gloves circuit for a short time (winning twenty-two bouts), but abandoned the sport shortly after having his nose broken in his twenty-fourth boxing match.
(So I was told by 890 we were in a lobby so here we go)
- Billy peered out the window on a room on the second floor looking out into the streets. He has heard noise down stairs and didn't know what it was. Deciding to take action Billy headed downstairs and saw normal people standing in the lobby which eased Joel's heart.
"Well, I'm the head of security here, and these are a few of the guards, the rest are off somewhere," Jordan said, pointing to a few guards, "Then the russian is Vlad, the girl is Angelica, and the man not too far from me is Derek."
Jordan took off the shotgun that hung on his back and pulled out some ammo from his pockets.
"Here, take. We might just be leaving this hell hole."
"I'm not sure Billy, I bet they've visited a few people and a few towns. I just want to get somewhere else more open. This buildings too big, they can get in without us knowing till the last moment," Jordan said to Billy before turning to Chris, "Chris, go help the girl," Jordan said as he saw her struggling aganist the zombies.
Chris quickly jogged over to Angelica and pulled out his beretta and grinned, "Need some help?"