"Dylan, Ryan, Sam, Chris, bring down some heavy items so we can barricade the door. The rest of you, head on down and secure the garage entrance."
The guards ran amock, once again. The ones picked to guard the garage entrance went downstairs, while the rest grabbed small chairs and metal benches.
"Hurry hurry," Jordan said, jogging towards the door.
"O.k. people! I can't open all these car doors at once, so your going to have to learn how," Vlad ordered. He straightened out his hanger, and stuck it down a car door. After a few moments of jerking it around, the car door unlocked."Just stick it down into the car door, and curve it up to reach the lock!"
Everyone was now in the parking garage, or so Jordan thought.
The few guards that actually watched Vlad, went to multiple SUVs, and muscle cars, opened them then check for supplies. As for the other guards who were a bit nervous, they stood around, pistols drawn watching the parking garage ramp.
Jordan although, was one who had watched, and was trying to open a red Porsche 997. After a few tries, the door unlocked, and he sat inside looking around. When he turned and looked at the backseat, a crowbar laid there but nothing more. As he turned back around, he leaned over to the passenger seat compartment and opened it. Keys. He grabbed them and quickly shoved them in, turning them barely, just to see how many miles the car had. It had 64 miles left. With that, the car could only get them so far away from the city before dying out. Jordan got back out of the car.
"What about if the car has no keys or low gas?!" Jordan tried to quietly yell at the others.
The guards watching the ramp didn't report any sitings, and the other guards, Dylan, Sam, Chris, and Ryan who had unlocked other cars returned their news to Jordan.
"Well, one of us can travel with Billy," Sam said, "Most the cars I checked didn't have any keys."
"Yo, I'll be rollin' with you Jordan, I found nothin," Dylan said.
Ryan just shrugged in a negative manner. He didn't find anything worth while.
"Well, I only found two cars worth something. One had this," Chris said, raising up a M21 sniper, "The man was probably a collector or a hunter, who knows, but I also found 4 magazines, 10 rounds in each. The other car, was a jeep wrangler, not sure what year, but it had keys and 124 miles left to empty."
Jordan grabbed the gun and nodded at Chris.
"Alright, heres the ride list. Dylan, you stick with me, and we will take the jeep. Chris you go in Angelica's SUV. Sam you head off with Billy, Rya-" Jordan tried to continue, but was interuppted by gunfire.
"Incoming!!" shouted one of the guards by the entrance ramp.
"Get to your cars! Guys! Come over here and get in the jeep and Suv!"
The four guards by the entrance tried to retreat, but were too concentrated on killing, that soon enough, they were overwhelmed by the fast zombies. They screamed in pain and were sadly, a perfect distraction. Ryan was pulled down by the fast zombies as he ran to Jordan's red porche. Chris ran into Angelica's SUV's passenger seat. Sam opened Billy's mustang's door and sat down, also in the passenger seat. Jordan and Dylan ran into the jeep wrangler and started it up, with Jordan on wheel.
"Follow me!" Jordan shouted after rolling down the window, "We got to find a gunstore or maybe some electronic store, good supplies there!"
The zombies had fast and slow ones, and the fast ones had took most of his men. The war had begun. Jordan gulped and turned his face to Dylan.
"Lets get out of here yo!"
[My guards who lived are Dylan, Sam and Chris. If Angelica doesn't post, I'll have to control her.]
Vlad was still opening the broncos door when the zombies came. He eventually unlocked the door, and quickly stepped in. Vlad slammed the door as one zombies ran up to it. He stuck the knife into the ignition, and turned it. The engine stuttered.
"Oh...sh!t," Vlad almost cried.
He turned the knife again as the zombie pounded on the window. The engine rumbled as the car came to life. Vlad rolled down the window, and pulled out his pistol. One shot to the head made him stay down. He rolled the window back up, and started to head for the exit.
Jordan watched the group speedily make their way to the exit, ramming zombies as they went.
"Go cracka!" Dylan shouted to Jordan.
Stepping on the gas pedal, the jeep sped forward and followed Vlad and Billy, who now took the lead.
"I hope this son of a gun knows where were goin'" Jordan said.
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Chris turned on the SUV and watch all the cars move up the ramp, out of the hotel. Not too far behind, Chris followed them.
Vlad pulled out of the lot, while the others followed, which were followed by zombies. He had no idea were anything was. All he knew is that if he keeps going one direction, it'll lead out of the city. After 20 minutes of speeding, the zombies seemed to be gone. Vlad saw a giant poster of guns over a tiny shop. He slammed the breaks, and turned his car. Vlad quickly stepped out of the car, and ran into the shop.
Vlad pushed the gun store doors wide open. As soon as he did, he was knocked to the floor, his shotgun slid out of reach. A sluggish looking zombie limped for him. As it came closer, Vlad reached his hand inside his coat pocket and pulled out his pistol. The zombie was right at his feet. With both hands, Vlad fired four rounds into the zombie, but it had no effect. It fell on top of him. It hissed at Vlad as pushed his face up. He fired through its head, and blood pored on his suit. Vlad pushed the body over and stood up.
Vlad turned and saw another zombie. It was his target, Lenny. Before Vlad could react, Lenny sprinted at him. Vlad fell with a loud thud. This time his pistol was knocked away. Lenny scratched at his face, barely reaching him. Vlad pulled his switch blade out, and sliced Lenny's throat.
Main Character Name: Patrick Marks
Job: College student
Age: 21
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Height: 5'11
Weight: 156
Training: Lock picking and a small amount of pistol handing.
Other Companions: His friend J.c ,and Trevor Ewing
Additional Information: Has adhd.Has tendencies to go into violent rages.Also gets tired very easily.
"Are we there yet?"Patrick whined tapping the windows transparent glass."Like I said a hundred times before no!!"Trevor moaned deprived of sleep.He was around Patrick's height ,but only a few inches shorter.Patrick was touching the pocket on his pure black jeans as if checking for something."I still wonder about why you brought that pistol that pistol"trevor sighed scratching his head with one hand.While he had his other on the wheel. Like an expert keeping control of the car."You don't know who to trust in Las Vegas" patrick retorted adjusting his position of sitting."How many miles till we reach Las Vegas".Patrick pestered bored."Ten"Trevor answered with a sigh of relief.A loud sound that was like snoring came from the back seat of the small crimson van."J.C shut up your too loud"Patrick yelled to the back of the van.An annoyed groan rose from the seat signaling he woke up.Patrick quickly became bored and began to dig through the seat cushions.He stopped when he found something that interested him."Hey Trevor what's this"Patrick said in a kinky tone.He pulled out a picture of a naked woman."What the hell are you talking about"Trevor complained annoyed.Suddenly a ringing pierced the calmness of the atmosphere.It was Trevor's phone ringing.He reached into his pocket still keeping the car in control with the other hand.He flipped open the phone ,and placed it to his ear.A frightened female voice was on the other end of the line."Trevor it's Tasha please don't"She was cut off .Before the line cut off an inhuman moaning could be heard.The van was filled with an awkward silence."Who was it"Patrick asked curious."It sounded like Tasha"Trevor said all happiness gone from his voice.He seemed to turn pale."Oh her"Patrick said suddenly uninterested.He for some reason hated her.For a reason even he didn't know.Which was most likely Trevor liked her and not him.She was his little girlfriend.Patrick secretly wanted her to die,but he didn't want Trevor to know that."If she's in Vegas we may need to speed up"Patrick suggested.He couldn't believe he said anything in her favor.Still this interested him greatly.Patrick wanted to find out what was wrong.Trevor nodded ,and slammed the gas pedal.Causing J.C to stir before falling onto the floor."Hey why'd you do that"J.C complained.He recomposed himself and sat on the seat.His brown, short,curly hair was in a mess."We may have a problem"patrick said answering him.Patrick turned around messing up J.C's hair with his left hand."We're here"Trevor announced to them.The other two turned around to see the city appear out of the vast desert landscape.Something strange was about the great city.Black smoke rose from the great city as if it was on fire."what the hell happened here"patrick said in awe leaning over the passenger seat.A strange figure appeared out of nowhere and ran into the van.They ran over him with a thump."What the hell did we run over"Trevor said surprised.He stopped the car ,and stepped out to see what it was.A human shaped creature lunged at him from under the van.Trevor acting off of instinct delivered a kick to it's face.The creatures face imploded sending blood all over the desert sand.Patrick jumped out of the van to see what had happened.He ran next to Trevor worried for him."Pat I think I killed someone"Trevor said shaken.He looked down at the body with mixed feelings.Patrick gave him a big hug.He didn't seem to protest this "I'm a murderer"Trevor said to himself.The sunlight dimmed."That doesn't look like any human Ive seen"patrick said comforting him.He looked at the pale battered corpse that lay naked on the desert sands."we have to go Tosha is waiting for you"Patrick said sincere.Trevor nodded and they both walked back into the car.
This is just the beginning of a great crisis.
name:kigange
job:none
age:13
ethnicity:caucasian
height:5'11
weight:121
'yawn'why the hell are we sitting in a casino and were underaged we shouldnt be allowed to even come in here.wait im talking to myself again.huh??? moaning thats unusual shouldnt there be beds.wait im sure
making out with a girls neck is not fash......omg hes a cannable.wait
moaning,cannabilism,hes a zombie.wait i have my 22 in the truck outside maybe i can make it."when he got to the truck he grabbed his 22 and"...
August 13th 2010. Two Days Before Infection. "Woken up by the alarm clock. He gets ready for another day at work. At the station he gets a call about a disturbance at a local convenient store. Loading his 9mm handgun and gets into his car to head down the road. He catches up to a theif who had just mugged and murdered the store clerk. After a few minutes an a position of being fired at he opens fire and and shoots down the theif. After he does he calls the hospital and has them pick up the theif and after he is patched up he was to be escorted to the prison.
August 14th 2010. One Day Before Infection. A day after he got a report that the theif had died from a fatal bullet to the thoat. Zack felt terrible but he sorta didnt thinking back to the murder of the store clerk. He took that day off and stayed in bed wondering how the next day would turn out for him.