Post-Apocalyptic RP:Zombies

I jumped so high in surprise that I almost hit the ceiling of the cruiser with my head. Someone replied on the radio. I stared at the radio with wide eyes, driving down a straight road. It seemed to be the people from the hotel. How? How could it happen that they, of all the people in the world, had a police radio? I almost believed it to be a set-up; First I hear the people at the hotel and almost meet them. Then, they respond on a radio into my cruiser. I eventually picked up the radio and clicked the button "This is officer Scott of the third rank. I'm on my way to your location now. What floor are you on? Over". I kept driving, and were getting closer and closer to the hotel.

 

I refuse to respond letting him speak figueing this could be a trap in its own right and wishing I had some motherfucking ammo I nod at him however."Go on answer her...."Another nudge to his arm.

 

I put my colt in a coat pocket and the crowbar in my teeth after shrugging my coat back on then hurry out and down the ladder since he had just lowered it my long coat flapping out behind me as I jump the last 6 feet landing neatly and elegently I pull the crowbar out of my mouth and hold it in one hand slipping my knife into the other shame my fucking pistol is out of ammo that police bitch better have .45 ACP.

 

I was about to mention the load of dead ones in the hotel's stairways, but I figured they'd already know about that and would have a means of getting down, so I wasted no time. "Alright, I'll be there any minute now. And bring that radio with you if it's not stationary. Out". I could see the hotel now. I tried to drive as calmly as I could, so that the engine would be as silent as possible, to avoid any unwanted attention. I turned around a street-corner and could now see the front side of the hotel, from top to bottom with no buildings in between. Just about a hundred yards left.

 

First thing I saw while driving down the road, was who appeared to be 'Turnbike', kicking the head of a dead one on the ground, until it died for good. I rolled up to them and stopped the car with the window down and my aviator sunglasses on, looking at them. "I guess there's no time to stop right now. There's too many of them around. Hop in the back", I nudged with my head. There was a grate between the front seats and the rear seats, just like in all police cruisers, to separate any convicts from the driver. I looked at the huge bullet-hole in the windshield and sighed.

 

Where you are now?

"What the hell are you doing? You're meant to be at the shack." I said to the guy I'd given my revolver to as a police woman in a police car pulled up "What about the sniper? What happened?" The fires were dying out now and zombies probably would turn up again

 

I look at the police car and hope to the goddess my mother is with them just so I can bash her brains in with my crowbar but sadly she is not I just politely nod at turn and shrug at the new commer before resumming watching the police lady pull up jumping in the shotgun seat of the car and smirking abit crazyly at her.

 

Grim Reaper himself came around the corner - Black trench coat, black cowboy hat, black bandana and sunglasses. This guy looked like some bandit from a hollywood western-movie. I wanted to bring out some weapons and make sure I had everything in control, but I figured it'd only make matters worse, as tension was building up. I just sat still in my seat and looked over at the girl who had sat down in the front seat beside me. I looked her up and down quickly. I knew her type. But I guess now that society was falling together, we weren't so different any longer after all, other than our general behaviour.

I realized that the black-clothed man was apparently coming with us, since she placed herself in the front seat. "Come on, let's get a move-on! You can talk once you're in the car and we're outta here!", I said loudly to the two out through the window.

 

I'm gonna give you about six hours to reply so we can get onto the road again, DarknessEnvelops, or I'll RP that you just stood there and didn't come with us. It's not cool of you to just be away for so long and then jump in and slow things down with one short post. Though the RP Help/Rules-thread is in the LL RP subcategory, it counts here too.

 

Well, looks like I gave him more than those six hours. From his last post, more like a week to be more specific. Sorry, Darkness, but it just doesn't work

Dead Ones started stumbling out from the hotel's doors and the dark alleyways surrounding us, and the stranger made no indication of getting into the car. This would lead me to tell the girl to get into the back with Mister Turnbike, but there was no time for that. Quickly I closed my window and sped away, just in time before the Dead Ones got to us. I didn't look in the rearview mirror to see what happened with the man because I was so fixated on the road ahead, and to get away from the swarm of dead ones. I went almost kind of grumpy because of the Grim Reaper-man's behavior, but also calm at the same time as I was almost a bit pleased that a man like that had decided not to come with us. I knew what kind of people I wanted around me, and he didn't look to be one of them. But then again, neither did the girl beside me... or the guy behind me... or anyone I'd met so far in this apocalypse... not even my own mother.

"Name's Scott. Kimberly Scott, but you can just call me Kimii. I'm the new Sheriff in town. .... So what the hell were you guys doing in that hotel?", I asked as I tried to look through the bullet-hole in the glass-shield. I wondered how that had gotten there. I then looked at Turnbike in the mirror and then the girl beside me. There was something familiar about her. Yes, I had dealt with a lot of criminals in my time, but never her. Why not? I felt like I had seen her before, but only in my mind. Like someone had told me about her, but at the same time she reminded me of someone I knew..

 

The middle distance changed slightly as the car sped away and the zombies closed in. I always lost my concentration throughout life and this lapse could cost me my life. No, of course it wouldn't I briskly walked away. I wanted to go back home. My idea of being God's Reaper was slowly losing it's novelty. I felt no longer like the protector or anything. The end of the world gives you time to reflect, I'll give it that. I wondered if my family were alive, my extended family in Britain. Had the disease spread or was this some cruel reality TV show to see who lives the longest when a fungal disease is introduced?
I didn't know and didn't much care. My end of the world phase had given me a great start off point for living through the end of the world and seeing what was afterwards if there was an afterwards. I may from now on live in my shack. Venturing out once or twice to see if anyone was left. Or I could attempt to find those three who just left. Maybe, but shack first, I had to rearm and refuel.

 

I processed everything in my mind that Turnbike said. When he said the girl's name, my mouth almost slipped out a question to her, but I managed to stop it as he kept talking, until he finished. "Well...", I said before pausing for a moment. My original plan was to go to the police station again, but upon second thought, I'd might want to keep that out of anyone's hands but my own. And this shack he spoke of, was intriguing. "...I guess we're going to that shack of your friend..", I took some time to calm my voice, but continued determinedly "If I hadn't left him back there, we'd be in the middle of that pit of dead meat right with him, and you know it, so stop making it sound like I should've done something differently", I finished, leaving the ice intact.

 

I nodded agreeingly to police bitch eeeer kimmi glad to be safe and on the road she likely has seen my mother before if shes really a cop may the bitch rot n hell.

 

I strolled into the forest, I had lost all the zombies and was perfectly calm. The God's reaper character had to go, keep the clothes and everything because they looked cool but the accent and god bothering, that had to stop. Back to my real accent, BBC english, it's time to wipe off the disguise. My shack came into view. I passed one of the many signs surrounding the shack saying 'come no closer, shout for assistance', a hazard warning, the shack was surrounded by a ring of fougasse mines then some more bouncing mines, I knew where they all were. I followed the path to the shack.
From the outside, it was a hillbilly shack, porch included with chair. Round the back was a garden and next to the garden, a generator fueled by petrol and solar panels in a clearing not far away. the generator powered sprinklers and the house. I walked into the shack. My home. In one corner was a sofa, and two armchairs and across from that, an HDTV because I will watch my films in high definition. To the right was my kitchen, running water and cooker included. In the center was the bookcase with books I had read many times over. But this one floor shack had a basement. Under me was a trap door. Open it up and down I go. Twice the size of the shack, it was my bunker. In it was an armory and my supply of canned food and also my double bed with cd player. I had the world's supply of batteries to go with it, phone and normal. I lived the high life. I bet the other three hadn't had a good night's sleep in a while. I have one every night. I put my uzi away, regretted the loss of my revolver, pulled out a shotgun and ventured out onto the porch, not before picking up a copy of Little People by Tom Holt, and sat down on the rocking chair outside to read, shotgun by my side

 

Turnbike seemed to have plans for the radios; one for himself and one for his friend. I was about to protest, but realized that if not to give them to anyone, what use would I have of them? "That'll do", I replied slightly more cheerily. We drove for quite a while. So long that the man had probably already arrived at his shack on foot, while we were still driving around in the car. I don't know how much time passed, when we were driving up a dirt-road, and I stopped the car and went outside. Several warning-signs were visible, saying "Come no closer, shout for assistance". I didn't really know what to make of it. If I yelled, it could be a trap, and we'd be surrounded.

Spoiler

I shook out of my paranoia, realizing that although the world was infested with dead ones, and it was every man for himself, it had only been what... a couple weeks? Besides, this was most likely the road up to the shack, by the looks of it. "Heeey!", I yelled up the road eventually. It would probably not attract any unwanted attention, considering how far we were out into the forest from Elderwood.