The Dead Walk_Role Play

Jacob had constructed quite an impressive room for an empty mall slot. With careful thought, he has founf the keys to the security gate, and with this securing feeling, he was able to load in a bed, a dresser, a small stand with a 40" T.V., and the best part was the fact of the bathroom in the back. "Now that I am done here, I can go get Camille... that is if she's not too mad at me.." Also in the spur of the moment, he had set up a gun rack and had two pistols and his shotgun on there. Keeping his issued pistol in it's holster, he made his way down to the first floor, after closing the room off of course. Now his next objective was to find Camille and show her what he had made. It was almost like a cry for forgiveness, but Jacob had never been the type to ask for it, so doing a good deed was kind of his way of asking. After taking a deep breath, he set out down the corridor, looking around the various areas that he believed Camille might be. Searching as far as he could down the corridor, he came to a stop at a clothing store. Peeking inside for any chance she might be in there, he realized that it was a kind of collector's clothing store. It was almost like paradise. Picking out a quick outfit, not wanting to spend much time while searching. Grabbing a 'Sarge' T-shirt and a pair of 'industrial militia' pants. Fianlly finishing off with a pair of 'CoR' boots. Now tearing it through the mall at a fast jog, he saw Camille. Now sprinting he stopped directly in front of her, almost out of breath.

Pat went to go find Jordan. He had heard the glass shatter near the furniture store and wanted to see the commotion. After finding the store with the broken glass he stepped in and pulled and prepared his .357. "God Jordan! Couldn't you have used the door? If it was locked I coulda unlocked it for you." Suddenly Pat was tackled by a zombie.

"Get the hell off of me!" The zombie bit into Pat's neck. "Jesus get off of me!" Pat shot the zombie in the mouth. Blood pored all over Pat and got into his mouth. Jordan came running ito the room with his pistol. Pat pushed the zombie off of his body. Jordan raised his pistol up to Pat. "I'm sorry Pat... but I know your infected.. We have to put you down! Now... let me do this quickly... I'm sorry."

"You can't shoot me Jordan! I've known you since you were a child! Me and your father were the best of friends!" Pat started to beg for his life.
"You know I have to do this!" Jordan shouted loudly. Pat raised his .357 at Jordan.
"I'm not going to let you do that," Pat pulled the hammer of his .357 back. Jordan fired at Pat's chest. Pat fired and hit Jordan's shoulder. Jordan grabbed onto his shoulder as he emptied the rest of his clip into Pat. "God! Medic!" Jordan shouted walking out of the department store and into the hallways. He limped over to the food court. Jordan grabbed as many napkins as he could and stuck it on his shoulder. "God I've never been shot before!"

Camille seen Jacob stopping in front of her she got a sour look upon her face.She reached out and slapped his warm skin,leaving a small sting on his skin and her palm.She winced in pain for the spear moment,holding her hand softly.She had forgotten that her one hand was hurt and was still healing.They both in pain,her eyes show-en a soften sadden side,Which she hardly ever shown.She blinked the hot tears away,she never gotten why he betrayed her like that.She looked away,and turned her head in ashamed she took a step back .Her fist seem to have a minds of its own balled into its own fist,anger rushed in he.Her anger problems arising in her blood stream once more.Hair falling out of place and into her face,sticking to her nice creamy skin.her eye slightly getting a clomps of Jacob.She try-ed to speak but the words wouldn't come to her lips,she stood there frozen.The first time she felt allot of anger to him to slap him.
"You .......you....betrayed me and amber,can't be-leave you."
She could feel her heart being stuck in her throat,her emotions of deep sad and anger stood there in her heart.It was hard to speak,it felt like some one stole her words.Her throat tighten many times,making it hard to talk steady.
Waiting for jacob to catch his breath to speak,or hit her back.Camille stumbled backwards out of his reach.He was much stronger then her,Even though he would never hurt her...everything was different no clue what he would do.She pushed her tears away and try ed to swallow the lump in her throat for just a moment.
"Why did you jacob,why?...thought you would hurt any one who would dare to hurt me...i guess,lies .....And amber to,she is a good friend of yours,you know she would never lie,even if it cost her her life,she would never.You stood there and let this happen,i thought you loved me...i thought...---"
Her words fell from her lips to weak to carry on her words,heart brake pain took over her.Tears came easy now,she couldn't blink them away,they came out if she liked it or not.She sniffled,she wanted to add more but her lips failed to press the words out.She reached out and slapped jacob agen.This time hard with her better hand.She grunted in such anger.Now her eyes reveled a hurt, and anger sad side.She grew to mad at Jacob to calm down.

Amber hearing a shot she ran seeing a wounded guy she froze in fear.Calling out she stumbled forwerd.
"Are you ok ?!@!!"

"I'll... live. I only got shot in the shoulder," Jordan removed the napkins from his wound. "The bullet exited the skin... So it's not big deal. I'll find the med station in patch it up." Jordan looked at the napkins and saw lots of blood poring out of the wound. "On second thought..." Jordan fell over on the ground.

Jacob's eyes grew narrow and he did not speak. The look on his face had instantly changed from happy to a deep resignating anger within him. Letting out a deep breath, that slowly devolved into a sigh, he just simply turned around and looked at the door that led out. "Hard to believe that 'they' aren't my only enemy. He started to slowly march away towards a roof access door. the sounds of the shots that had occured just a few second earlier reverberated in his head. "TAPCom?." Jacob was adressing the comm in his ear, but it was hard to notice. "This is TAPCom, we are sorry Sergeant Book, but we will not be able to perform a pick-up in a few days... maybe even weeks." Jacob swallowd and put one finger tot he comm. "It's about the survivors... there are no... about seven or eight of them with me." The comm was more staticked that usual and was choppy. "Good.. hear.. stay alive Sergea.." Jacob took the comm out of his ear. "There, now they know you all are alive." Jacob slowly stepped away from the area. The look on his face showed no signs of what he planned to do next. His entire world had just been thrown down around him. He felt like no one else was there to trust. Unholstering his pistol he looked at it for a moment before firing it off once. A resonating bang flooded through the empty walls, allowing echoes to fall around them. Taking another amount of steps, he seemed to be walking towards the roof access.

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"I'll... live. I only got shot in the shoulder," Jordan removed the napkins from his wound. "The bullet exited the skin... So it's not big deal. I'll find the med station in patch it up." Jordan looked at the napkins and saw lots of blood poring out of the wound. "On second thought..." Jordan fell over on the ground.

james heard lots of gunshots reconizing it being a handgun he ran towards them and eventually found Jordan in a puddle of blood "damn fool, should have shot sooner" james said bending down and cut the shirt off with his pocket knife "hmm looks like it missed any major artories, i only know basic field stuff they taught us in training" james said talking as he grabbed a fishing hook and line from the nearby bait shop he sat back down and bent the hook and tied it to the line and began suturing the wound "good thing for surgical games" james said as he finished and used his pocket knife to cut the line ~hope you plan on living or didnt have something else planned~

~sawwww right~ Jordan woke up coughing. He started to push himself up but slipped on the blood. "Ouchhh." Jordan crawled away from the blood puddle and got himself up. "I'm going to need some new threads." Jordan sighed. "Don't go to the furniture store with broken glass without a weapon. Pat was bitten and shot me. I had to shoot back but I didn't shoot him in the head.... So yeah." Jordan walked off and headed for one of the clothing stores.

Jordan found a suit outlet with an unlocked door. "I do love suits." He started to talk to himself. After a few minutes of trying on different suits Jordan finally decided. His choice was a fine black Italian suit with a silky blue button up shirt. He decided not to keep the tie and went to the mirror. Jordan looked good except for the cuts and blood on his face. He headed for the bathroom to wash his face off. Once in the bathroom and whiped his face off with a paper towel and water. Jordan pushed his hair back but it was too short to comb back. "Ah screw it." Jordan left the department store to look for something more casual.

Jacob took in a deep breath.
"What the hell are you doing Jacob? You are about to walk away from the very reason you tried to survive.."
Dropping the pistol, he turned around and ran back to her, sweeping her in a hug. He didn't care if she hit him, she had every right to. Feeling her in his arms made him feel safe and he let his guard down. He was basically as open as he would ever be. His eyes opened when he finally realized that this was the first time that they had been alone since the whole thong started. Fear grew inside of him, not for the creatures outside but for the feelings of the very girl in his arms. Almost trembling he pulled her in closer, just waiting for her next reaction.
"I... I.. I am so sorry Camille... please... forgive me."
He was fully trembling by now and was afraid of losing her.

~did amber get killed~

[No she didn't]

Camille could feel him tremble she huged him back with wamth in her heart.Her arms locked on him,still slightly crying...she wasnt going to let go just yet.Camille rested her head upon his chest she could feel his broken sad heart.His trempling made her nervouse,was there something terrbly wrong?.She then soon relisded her self that it was the first time i n awhile they been aloun,loving the momment of it,she finlly spoke.Nice and steddy,silky wisper.
"I love you jacob...Please...don't let go....im sorry"
Her arms tighter on him she reached on her tippy toes to press slightly on his lips,her hair falling back.She felt her heart being softenly repaired yet still broken beats.She cryed her soft tears,everything was wrong in her life,but him.The fighting seem to stop,all of it.Relife at last.

"It's gunna be ok Camille... they are coming hun..." Jacob looked at his watch and realized that it was 2:57 A.M. His eyes felt heavy and he could tell that Camille was tired. "Come on, we can go back top the room I made, if you can't sleep then I will keep watch for you.." Not wanting to lose his grip on her, he not budge an inch but rather waited for her response. "It's all gunna be alright..."

Jordan clapped loudly. "I'm glad you two found romance in this hell. But ya picked the wrong time." He started to chuckle and crossed his arms. "You see.... the worlds gone to hell!" Jordan clapped once and said "I'm off! Hahaaa I love ruining good moments when I'm off duty," Jordan continued to look for better clothes. After a moment of walking he came across an interesting looking store. He stepped in and started to look for some clothes. He found some dark blue jeans and a dark green t.

"lets go."
She took his hand half asleep her eyes half open.She let him leed her there.She yawned a couple times,When they got to the room shge curled in the bed.She fell asleep she couldnt stay up.She cut\rled t ofind body warmth .

"so much for a thanks" james mumble and walked away to find the gadget stores to find some basic motion detectors which he did and set a bunch up out the tech store leaving a sign saying that there was motion sensors ~ he then fell asleep in the back

Jordan laid down on the department store leather couch. He winced at the pain in his shoulder but eventually came over it. Jordan had gotten a few minutes of shuteye in the food court, but that didn't settle his need for sleep. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Thankfully for his lighter pack, Lawrence was able to easy descend to the alley floor. He had left a few valuables behind, but stubbornly decided on travelling light, and carrying a wallet; if nothing else, it would serve as identification if his body was ever found. The backpack he was wearing now was no survival backpack; already three years old, the straps needed constant loosening and the zippers sometimes kept sticking. Hopefully there would be a brand new one, preferably hiking brand, waiting for him in the mall.

If it already hadn't been ransacked, that was. Maybe he'd find other survivors too. If there was only the undead, well, at least he could stock up on supplies and gear. The only things that he intended to keep were his weapons, his light pants, and his heavy duty hiking boots, everything else was either too weighty or hampered movement too much.

Drawing his weapon and a flashlight, he crept forward and made his way down the alleyway. Knowing that the zombies would be able to see, he decided for the time being to keep the light off and let his eyes adjust. The darkness worked well for him; however, he knew from his training that the human eye is especially sensitive to movement and light in the dark.

Lawrence reached the end of the alley without incident, and needing to get his bearings took a peek into the main street. Down the hill he could see the mall looming like a beacon up ahead, but the movement around it suggested that a direct approach would be a very bad idea. He'd have to check it out from the outside, and that meant cutting around through the suburbans.

Thinking that cutting through the buildings would be better than avoiding the main streets, he entered the first place that seemed empty, a small bar and grill restaurant that he used to eat at on Friday nights. The moment he entered he regretted it; a putrid stink of death wafted under his nostrils and nearly caused him to gag. Tough as he thought he was, he hadn't hardened his gut completely to the gruesome scenes strewn around the streets. Half eaten corpses, bodies with missing arms or legs or even heads. One more reason to avoid the main avenues.

Maybe there was something useful here. At the very least maybe he dig up some smaller bottles of wine to fashion some Molotov Cocktails.

A pang of sadness nagged at him. He had met good people here, even taken home a lady or two. Maybe Allan, the former Navy SEAL turned head chef, had survived, maybe not. The revolver that he had kept near the cash register in case of emergency was gone, Lawrence took that as a good si -

"Unnnnggh." A soft, gurgling, feminine moan from the corner.

Shit, Lawrence swore silently, turning to face the sound and pointing his gun into the blackness. The flashlight clicked on, revealing a long, slender pair of legs...a pair of legs that happened to have a sizable chunk out of one and a gash across the other. Shifting his grip, the light revealed a bloodied face of a waitress with hollow eyes and a tentril of spittle trickling down her chin, reaching for him from ten meters away.

"Maria?"

She did not answer.

Steadying his shaking, he steeled himself and took careful aim. Because he had eliminated a handful of zombies did not immunize his inherent fear of them.

The FiveseveN recoiled with a loud POP, punching a neat hole through Maria's forehead and exploding her brain tissue out the back, spraying blood all over the back wall. The once-cheerful waitress instantly slumped to the floor. Despite the known lethality of a headshot, Lawrence kept the gun aimed at her temple, trembling.

It was one thing to put infested strangers down...but having to shoot people you had met, talked to, shared your problems with and cared about...that was a different thing entirely.

"Be at peace." he whispered. He would have said something else, but decided that it was pointless symbolism anyways. She was dead, she wasn't going to hear shit.

Swallowing hard, he started out the back door.

Jacob sat at the corner of the bed ansd watched Camille fall asleep. When he was satisfied that she was completely out, he made his out of the small store-made-room and onot the roof access. Now able to breath the fresh air, something felt like it was out of place. It was unusually light out for the time it was. By the time he had realized what it was, a faint bit of hope crept into him. The street lights stayed on which meant that there was still at the least, minimal power, which meant that whoever was in the power station was still alive, at least for a while.

Reaching into his back pocket, Jacob retrieved a flare that he had snatched from a boating survival kit. Pointing it straight up and firing it, it made a very bright red streak in the air and made a loud high-pitched whine as it forced it's way up. The extra light revealed his work from earlier that day. The zombies that had been killed in the mall were all up on the roof, tied and forced into bags. Once morning roled around, they would all be thrown off down into the parking lot. Once he was satisfied, he crept back into the mall and headed back to the room he had made. Turning around, he pulled the security gate down and locked it. His second tactic was to pull a small curtain that he had taken the time to hang, aross the gate, taking out the ability to see in or out. Flipping out the lights, he fell onto the bed next to Camille and dosed off.

The evening sun glew bright, almost red down the quiet but crowded streets of downtown. The wind gave out a couple of panting sounds, but was suffocated by the crowd quite quickly. What one could hear was simply the tapping of feet as one undead after the other walked by. Maybe the sound of someone stumbling could be heard occasionally.
The zombies were walking straight down the big road and towards the last place where they had sighted the living. On their way down the road, there was one tiny area that they did not step over. The area with the fancy car.

A beautiful red and black Bugatti, recently polished by its former owner who was probably wandering the streets as unaware of his former car as the car was of him. The newly polished colors of the car reflected the evening sunlight that was about to set behind the mountains, only to rise again hours later. What odd fate there had been brought down upon this Bugatti, that was recently bought by the now undead owner. Having a 250 miles per hour capacity and a total of twenty miles at the record of actual total drive distance, it now in the end was quite the waste of money. Of course, those twenty miles had to have been quite the pleasure for the former owner, until the point where the left front window was scattered and the owner was torn out of the car by freakish undead. And left running, on the middle of the street had the Bugatti been.

Not for long though, as the running stopped. It had automaticly shifted into a standby mode and was now deserted in a world of mindlessness and uncunningness. The most expensive car in the world was located ownerless at the middle of the street. It was surprisingly still intact, even though zombies had crawled both over and by it ruthlessly.
Of course, intact until now....

A zombie had given an attempt to climb over another undead in order to reach the living first. As the former female did so, she stumbled over the shoulders and fell over the Bugatti with a smash. The cracking sound of her snapping her neck was nothing, as she got up again as if nothing. What did annoy her though, was the fact that the Bugatti had sounded the alarm that the owner had activated desperatly as he was torn out of the car.
A loud, screeching sound caught all nearby zombie's attention and they instantly turned in the Bugatti's direction. The one million, one hundred thousand euro priced car now sounded loud enough to wake blocks up, if they not already had been.

It did not take long until the zombies started ripping it apart, to get rid of the loud noise. But the more they ripped and smashed, the more it sounded. An almost eardrum-breaching sound screeched for a fair ten minutes while the zombies tried harder and harder to silence it. Doors was torn out with a loud crack and the cooperation of multiple zombies, windows were smashed with a crashing sound and scattered over the carseats. The wheels were punctured by mighty bites of the zombies. The back hatch was torn lose, just like the front. Zombies smashed the roof in, pulled the seats out and they even pulled the exhaust system out of its place. The Bugatti alarm turned louder and louder, until the point where it turned silent once more. Without any emotions, the zombies kept walking towards the Mall and left behind them nothing but a trail of destruction.

With pieces of the Butgatti scattered all over the street, one could hear the rattling sound of zombies stepping over scraps. What was left was just about a wheel-base and the engine. As for the rest of the over a million euro priced car, it was spread at over a blocks radius.

The silence of the night caught up once more, as the sun descended behind the mountains and there was one less Bugatti Veyron in the world.

Jacob's eyes slid open, and his first instinct was to look at his watch. He had only gotten a few hours of sleep. Now looking at his watch, it was seven-fifty-two. He was about to sigh, but saw that Camille was still alseep. Not wanting to wake her, he made sure to be extra quiet while crawling out of the bed. Blinking hard to get the sleep out of his eyes, he turned around and only opened the security gate just enough to slide under without making any noise. Once on the other side, he looked around the mall for any of the others that were doing anything and to see if any new people hed seen the flare he set off.

Jordan yawned as he stretched. He coughed up some flem and spit it behind the couch. Jordan left the clothing store and headed for the foodcourt. He stood there looking at all of his choices of food. Eventually he chose the taco store, he could probably make something edible off the crap they had there.
Jordan hopped over the counter and started to collect all the necessities for a breakfast meal. He scratched his head as he watched his food cook. Jordan grabbed another cup and stared to fill it with milk. It pored out in chunks. "Oh yeah..... No more milk," He sighed and filled another glass with orange juice. Eventually he'd be drinking water when the soda and juice ran out. He wanted to ration it off evenly, but who would listen to a cop?! After his food was ready, Jordan sat at the same table Camille had sat at yesterday. He stared at his food for a moment.
Jordan started to cry onto his tray. After a moment he stopped... After all, can't show weakness here.... you'll get eaten alive.