"Zombie Survival: 'Las Vegas'

Somehow a few of the guests found out about the bodybag. Jordan and Sam discussed what to do with it.

"I say just leave it there, and don't open it," Sam suggested.
"Yea but we have some stupid guests, I'm sure they would open it," Jordan replied.
"Then what should we do?" Sam asked.

Jordan took out his 9mm. He pointed it at the bag then looked at Sam.

"Don't! The guests will get rowdy!" Sam shouted.
"They already are," Jordan grinned. He began to fire at the body, still looking at Sam. His facial expression was amusing. He flinched everytime the trigger was pulled. One clip was wasted.

"It's taken care of," Jordan said.
"You are one crazy mother f-"

Jordan shut the locker room door and went to the front of the lobby. He began to speak on the intercom.

"All guests to lobby, right now."

[Once you come to lobby, wait there, I want everyone to be in lobby before I type that zombies are attacking. So don't walk off and drink more beer! sniper ]

Jake ducked as he heard the fire. He checked his chest and legs.

"No bullet holes, What were they shooting at?" Jake muttered quietly. He stood up to see a man on the intercom. Derek came walking in the lobby with his glass of scotch in his hand.

"Oh bloody hell what is it now?" Ben muttered to himself as he got up and started to walk towards the lobby. "Wait, wait, wait." Before he exited the bar he got one last mug of beer and chugged it down. "Ok good to go know." Jacob followed along with the same bored and tired expression that Ben had. "As soon we get a drink.. they call us right back in."

[Alright come to lobby and wait here for other people to post and come here. If I start zombie atk, posters would be clueless, and their chars would still be standing in the first floor of the hotel, while we are hiding/moving away from zombies. FYI, many of the guards will die. So don't play god and try to stand there fighting them, cause I'll run and hide chair ]

were is everyone that said they were gunna play?

Thomas Wakayama stepped out of his car and into Las Vegas. He thought that it had a strange smell, but maybe there was pollution or something. He took out the papers for his next hit.

Someone shot my buddy... I'm not gonna be stupid enough to go kill him myself, and the cops here are too busy to do anything. The guy says he's "John Doe," but I doubt anyone would really have a name like that. He's staying at room 143 in the Holiday Inn at Las Vegas, Nevada. I want you to kill him in any way you can, preferably in a way that's quiet and hard to figure out. I'll pay you $600 in payments of $100 every day, until if you get the job done and I don't get in any trouble.

Thomas turned the sheet over and looked at the picture and address to contact the person by. He started heading through the door of the inn.
Inside the inn, he looked for a caretaker, but couldn't find one. He walked deeper inside the hotel, and for some reason, there were smears of dark red on the wall... sort of like blood... The stinky smell that Thomas smelt outside became even stronger. He soon started to see dead bodies. They seemed to be killed by a sword of decent length. "Must be my hit's doing..." he thought. More bodies were seen in the hallway, but these were ripped apart and partially eaten. "What on Earth would do something like this?" he thought. Never in his life had he seen anything as gruesome as that... Possibly in a zombie movie, but never in reality. He finally arrived at room 143. More bodies killed by a sword seemed to be there. By then, he had his silenced pistol out due to fear of how powerful "John Doe" might be. He was about to start trying to pick the door's lock, but then he saw what appeared to be a living person hovering over a dead one... crying?... Maybe.
Thomas whispered "Who are you?" very quietly. The person turned around and glared at him. The "person" had a windpipe in his mouth, and was eating it. Thomas almost gagged and shot the zombie right in the forehead. He panicked and knocked on the door. He hesitated for a moment and said "Housekeeping."

Thyssen and Coddy had gone back to their room.

"If there is a riot or some sort of terrorist attack we are going to be as prepared as we can." Thyssen said handing is son a suite of lamellar armor

"What good is this going to do against a bullet" Coddy said kinda sarcastically

"Nothing" Thyssen said "But it will stop a Baseball bat,knife, machete, or Ice pick, and severely hinder an axe blow"

"But i feel like a dork" Coddy said not wanting to put it on

"Put In on!!" His Father shouted " Some protection is better than none"

"Do I have to wear the helmet" Coddy said in a whiny voice

"Son please just humor me. All i want is for you to be safe. If it saves you from getting your brains bashed out , are you going to be worried about what you look like"

Whith that Coddy obeyed his father and put the Armor on.

"Here" Thyssen said "Use the Naginata. You can get them before they get close"

As he said this he heard the call over the intercom for all guests to come to the lobby.

"Lets go see whats up"Thyssen said grabbing his Bow and a Quiver of arrows and they went to see what the Hotel security had to say.

Jake and Derek laughed as the saw the two samuris entering the lobby. Derek lifted up his glass, and drank the last of the scotch. He put his cigarette out on the ice, and laid the glass on the table, and walked towards the samuri.

"Nice armor crouching tiger, or are you naturally that short," Derek said to the small one.

Jacob just laughed as he saw the two "samurai" enter the main lobby adn then Ben had a big smile on his face as he looked at them. "Oh, you want to be Samurai, yes?" Jacob scowled. "How long are you gonna keep that alive?" Ben laughed even harder. "As long as I can." Jacob smirked. "Don't make me call your mom and have her come visit." Ben eyes widened. "Woah, woah, ok dude I'm sorry. No need to do anything like that."

"Pay no attention to the man Son" Thyssen said in regards to the rude comments. "From the stench of alcohol, its apparent he has no control of his wits. He will be one of the 1st to die"

(( wtf is with the swords and arrows ? this is a zombie rp >=[ and did you guys activate the zombies ?))

Camille leaned on the wall she looked at her gun,makeing sure its fully loaded.She smirked as she seen the carved words in it,"My daughter,cam,ur dad". It shined lightly she couldnt help but smile as the memmories came back.He had gave this gun to her for safty,ever since he had moved so far away and left her behind this gun became her life. She looked around to see if it was safe to move she seem like something wrong was about to happen.

Ben looked at Thyssen. "Oi, prick who you saying is going to die first?" Jacob sighed deeply. "Can you anywhere without embarrassing the BOTH of us?" Ben laughed and checked to make sure his gun was ready in case anything came up. "You know that, that is impossible." He yawned and waited for something to happen so that some entertainment could be achieved.

Originally posted by Matroshka
(( wtf is with the swords and arrows ? this is a zombie rp >=[ and did you guys activate the zombies ?))

[My character does not know that its zombies, they think its riots or something of the sort. And if you read any of my posts, i made it very realistic why they have this equipment and i think its more believable than every person having a Magnum or shotgun]

[sorry i shouldnt have wasted a post, but i realy did go to great length to make it beleivable]

zombies coming in like 2 minutes

Jordan called out to the crowd.

"It is good that all of you are here. There has been some issues going on lately. I'm not sure what it i-"
"Hey look its Bill!" yelled one of the guards.

Jordan turned around. There stood Bill outside of the door. Jordan went to the door to open it when he stopped. Out came out more people, slowly walking to the resort.

"What the hell...? Bill you have 3 seconds to say 'Open the door'" Jordan waited, "3.....2....1..." Jordan drew his 9mm. "Everybody!! Get to your rooms!" Jordan began to yell. He began to slowly back up. The other guards aimed their guns and backed up as well. "Go! Run get to your rooms!" Civilians, or what ever they were now, began to walk to The Golden Phoenix's door. They banged. They use their arms and their heads, and they continued to bang on the door's window.

"Jesus...What is going on!??!" Sam yelled.

Hey, sorry I didn't sign up for this a while ago, but I'd like to join still...if I can heres my sheet and first post.

Main Character Name: Kiyoshi Yamanashi(alias John Doe)
Job: Yakuza member
Age: 23
Ethnicity: asian
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 157
Training: horrible pistol, good katana
Additional Information: he carries a katana and pistol for protection against other gangs. When trying to shoot out a sniper with his pistol he accidently shot someone else in plain view of a police officer. He ran and got away but has had to be in hiding for a while. He has been hiding in room 143 of a Holiday Inn in Las Vegas.

Kiyoshi heard a knock on the door and someone said "Housekeeping". That really confused him considering that he knew everyone here was either dead or a zombie...but zombies don't talk, so he wondered who it could be. He slowly got up, holding his katana in one hand he slowly approached the door without making a sound. "Who are you? I know there aren't any housekeeping people left, they're all dead."

Jake stared at the banging people. He noticed everyone was watching them too. He sprinted towards the elevator, and let Derek in, and closed the elevator, just as people started to get nervous. Both of them laughed. Jake took out his pistol in case more were upstairs.

[Sure, as long as you can keep up, you are welcome to join.]

Ben noticed the commotion and flipped a long table that he standing near on it's side and got down in an aiming position. "Jake, chick that Jake knows, guy that was talking to the chick that Jake knows. ((Cam and Rand.)) Get over here and take cover!" Jacob ran to where the table was and held his shotgun over the top and aimed it at the door. "This is useless give me a pistol." Ben pulled the other pistol out of his pocket and handed it to Jake. "Any extra clips?" Ben just looked straight ahead at the door. "In the room..."