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Originally Posted by Lusalma

Lusalma glanced down at her arm, that was resting in her lap, and blinked than suddenly understanding the question looked up at golden girl uneasily, "Promise not to run?"

"If you become a zombie, I wont run..." she replied calmly.
"I'll just kill you." she continued.
"sorry about your arm, but you probly dont have much time before you become one of them." she said coldly as she put away her sword.

Looking down at the zombies she frowned, then sat down next to her cat and cradled him.

Before Wallace and Yuki pulled out, he went over to her vehicle and knocked on the window. She rolled down her window and looked at him. "Let's figure out where we're going first. New York has been cut off and the bridges all destroyed to try and keep out the dead. I got a couple friends and family that are in the Boston area and they were alive, as of 2 days ago atleast." he said with a slight chuckle. "Do you think they are still alive?" she asked. "I dont know, but I hope so." "Then lets go see if they are ok. It's worth a shot, right?!" [b]"Yea, I guess so"[b] he said to her as he stepped away from her armored Audi Q7. He sits down in his Volkswagen Jetta GT and starts up the engine and prepares himself with GPS and a box of Twinkies and a shopping bag full of Venom energy drinks. "God I love Black Mumba" he laughs to himself as he opens on up and takes a drink and burps.

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Name: Deirdre Morris (Dee-dee)
Age:16
Description: Dee-dee ((for the purpose of this roleplay, that's a chick, she's flat-chested. It looks like a girl anyway, with that build.))
Her face
Location: Seattle, WA ((Does this make a difference with role play interaction? I might change it))
Weapons: A double barrel pump action 12 gauge shotgun that she designed a special leather backsling holster for, and a length of chain that she keeps attached to her belt for whipping her enemies while she's on her lipstick red ducati.
Powers: She can transform any vehicle to be more bad ass. She transforms her Ducati while she's moving to add a bunch of skulls and add a streamlined protective shell around her.
Group or single: single?
Short background on character: Dee grew up in a broken home, her mother was heavily addicted to drugs, her father, never home except for a quick "trip" after which he would be off again, seeking new places to lurk and people to rob. Dropping out of school at an early age, Dee joined in with a gang of street urchins who taught her the fine art of vandalism and pickpocketing, eventually graduating to muggings and hold-ups. she bought her Ducati from a friend who ran a chop shop after she and a friend ran their successful "house cleaning" business in which her friend would make a copy of the key go in and clean the house, and then later, she would get in and relieve them of their small valuables and split the profits. When the first string of zombies attacked Dee was spending the night in jail for spray painting a police car. The deputy watching the prisoners let them out in a panic when the zombies attacked and she watched, horrified as the deputy then died a very gruesome death. Retrieving his pistol and then a shotgun and several boxes of shells from the armory, she fought her way out to her Ducati and raced off in search of other survivors.

((Can I start right away?))

((YEAH!! hehe))
Lusalma frowned at the golden girl cradling her cat near the edge of the cliff, slightly peeved that she might want to kill her. Finally finishing digging the teeth out of her arm Lusalma strode up slowly and strode towards the same wall, but a slight distance from, the golden girl and looked down.
Lusalma saw grossness. Zombie parts were splattered over the walls, anything breakable was broken, the movement of the zombies with the tangling mass of thorny plants was vaguely obscene, and the rotting color of the zombies flesh and blood was creating a disturbing picture among the withering vines.
Backing up with a sense of nausea Lusalma stumbled on a piece of rubble and sharply sat down on her butt. Jolted out of the horrific images playing in her mind Lusalma took a deep breath and held it...too long. The Kitty was giving her a way to curious look.
Realizing that she would HAVE to tell the other girl, if she hadn't already figured it out herself, Lusalma decided to just bluntly state her problem.
"I'm cursed by a Voodoo priestess. I don't really know what I am but I'm not human. I feel hunger around humans, most of the time, and I can't die but I don't really know what I am, the one who cursed me died before I could get to her...she called me undead, that's all I really know..." At the end of the sentence Lusalma glanced to the side of the building, watching out of the corner of her eye.

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((Kokoro Chan... you don't have to ask to start posting. You may start when your ready. Thank you!!))

((LOL, after I asked that I went to bed))

Dee's boots crunched on the gravel in the parking lot of the abandoned zip trip gas station. She crouched by the door, her shotgun drawn, and peeked through into the eerily lit convenience store. Seeing nothing of note, she tried the door. It was open. Good, no need to draw attention to herself by breaking the glass. She walked inside, shotgun drawn, and skirted the window towards the register. Shit! She needed gas, desperately, and she didn't know how to use the damned authorization pad. No WAY was she paying for it now. Searching under the counter she found an employee ID card on which the poor sucker had written his passcode on the back.
"Jackpot!"
She shouted with glee, and then covered her mouth quickly, glancing around. The store remained silent. She slid the card in the register slot to activate it, then punched in the passkey. Cheering silently as the screen read "authorizd" she slunk back out to her Ducati and began filling. God she hated it here, she was an open target with plenty of places for zombies to hide. She turned the nozzle into the gas tank and thanked her lucky stars that she only needed a few gallons. This would be quick. When the machine stopped pumping with a click that made her jump, she just dropped the nozzle onto the ground, closes her tank and jumped on the bike and sped off
"Yahoo! Later mother f-----s! You'll have to snack another time!"

Originally Posted by Kokoro chan

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Name: Deirdre Morris (Dee-dee)
Age:16
Description: Dee-dee ((for the purpose of this roleplay, that's a chick, she's flat-chested. It looks like a girl anyway, with that build.))
Location: Seattle, WA ((Does this make a difference with role play interaction? I might change it))
Weapons: A double barrel pump action 12 gauge shotgun that she designed a special leather backsling holster for, and a length of chain that she keeps attached to her belt for whipping her enemies while she's on her lipstick red ducati.
Powers: She can transform any vehicle to be more bad ass. She transforms her Ducati while she's moving to add a bunch of skulls and add a streamlined protective shell around her.
Group or single: single?
Short background on character: Dee grew up in a broken home, her mother was heavily addicted to drugs, her father, never home except for a quick "trip" after which he would be off again, seeking new places to lurk and people to rob. Dropping out of school at an early age, Dee joined in with a gang of street urchins who taught her the fine art of vandalism and pickpocketing, eventually graduating to muggings and hold-ups. she bought her Ducati from a friend who ran a chop shop after she and a friend ran their successful "house cleaning" business in which her friend would make a copy of the key go in and clean the house, and then later, she would get in and relieve them of their small valuables and split the profits. When the first string of zombies attacked Dee was spending the night in jail for spray painting a police car. The deputy watching the prisoners let them out in a panic when the zombies attacked and she watched, horrified as the deputy then died a very gruesome death. Retrieving his pistol and then a shotgun and several boxes of shells from the armory, she fought her way out to her Ducati and raced off in search of other survivors.

To answer your question, it doesn't really matter what's your location. You can always move to another city as another character if you want to work together or not... It's up to you.

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Dee's stomache growled.
"Damn. I need to eat. Should grabbed something at that gas station"
She looked up at the signs she was passing on I-5, and pulled off on the maddison street exit. There should be a safeway nearby, she could get some food to stash in her Ducati so she wouldn't have to stop again. She's left in such a hurry that her under-seat storage had only shotgun shellds, no clothes or food. Her stomache growled again and she pulled into the safeway parking lot slowly, looking to make sure it was clear before she lowered her protective shield. She glanced at the lowering sun and hoped she'd be out of here and back on the freeway before dark. Readying her shotgun and putting a handful of extra shells into her jacket, she slunk up to the door, amazed that it still slid open automatically, the air inside was still perfectly temperature controlled. She slunk inside, her shotgun at her shoulder, but then she tripped on some cans that had been knocked to the floor and crashed into a molding display of pastries Oh well, the store already looked as though a bomb had gone off it in. She scrambled to her feet and backed against the deli counter as a hobbling form came from behind an isle shelf. She pumped her shotgun and...
leaped to the side as a zombie she hadn't seen emerge from the deli lunged at her in his slow halting motion. She jerked her shotgun toward the zombie and fired once, the scattered blast ripping his torso in half and spraying decaying flesh and blood across her leather bodysuit.
"Dammit! That's going to be a B---h to clean you bastard!"
She shouted, then aimed her shotty at the other approaching zombie. Blasting it, she noticed that the scuffle had attracted a lot of unwanted attention as zombies began shuffling towards her from all points of the store. She pulled her shotgun opn and dumped the spent shells onto the floor, fumbling to reload it. Stupid double barrel pump action!
"GOD DAMMIT! You'd think those stupid pigs ((cops)) would have better equipment!"
she shreiked frustratedly as she snapped the gun closed and pumped it again, taking aim. She blew the head completely off the next zombie, and a hole out of the torso of the next, but again she had to stop and reload. She looked at the advancing mob, they were about 30 feet away now, damnit and there was about 12 of them. SO not enough time for this.

((Edit, somehow one of my posts got deleted... anyways, the gist of it is that I fight them some more, and I am going to reload but drop a bunch of shells on the floor. No idea how it ended up being deleted. They sent me a message saying I was "double posting" but I'm NOT. I'll try to re-write it as an add on to this post.))

Dee jumped back and grabbed the table that the pastries had been on, throwing it on it's side and kicking it toward the advancing zombies. That should buy her a few seconds. She pumped the shotgun with one hand and pulled the cops pistol out of her belt with the other. She should have 7 shots with this one, and two with the shotgun before she'd need to reload. She wouldn't be able to use the pistol after this, as she'd never gotten extra ammo from the station. That would leave only three zombies to deal with and severely increase her odds of survival. She aimed the shotgun and took out two of the closest zombies, then she slung it into it's scabbard and pulled up the pistol, taking careful aim to hit the zombies right between the eyes.
DIE B-----S.... again!"
The zombies reached the table now, only about 15 feet away. as the front ones reached the table, she felled them with shots, the others seemed unsure of what to do with the obstruction before them. 1...2...3... As the zombies in front fell the back ones stepped over them stopped at the table. 4...5...6... as the zombies figured out to go around, she ran out of ammo for the pistol. With the empty pistol still hot in her hand, she cocked her arm and flung it with all her might, taking small amusement as the zombie it struck lost his balance and began staggering around trying to regain it. She yanked out her shot gun and snapped it open, dumping the shells and reloading it. She took out the next two zombies, but, as she was reaching into her pocket for more shells, her hand caught and she dropped them all on the floor.
"SHIT! Notgoodnotgoodnotgoodnotgoodnot good"



Dee scrambled to pick up the shells from the floor as the last remaining zombie advanced. She only needed one shell, but whenever she touched it she sent it skittering further across the floor. Finally she grabbed a shell and jammed it into the gun and looked up, the zombie was right one top of her!! she threw herself backwards as it attacked, barely having time to jab the shotgun into it's throat, halting it's attack. The zombie pulled back and lunged forward again, only this time it swung one of it's limp arms to knock the gun aside. Dee dropped the gun and threw her arms up as the zombie collided with her and they both fell to the floor. She managed to get her elbow pressed firmly into the zombies throat as it drooled and gnashed it's teeth, keeping it away from her face. She was having trouble, every time she pushed him off he lunged forward, the putrid smell of his decaying body making her gag. She wished she'd kept her helmet on as drool dripped onto her cheek. She moved her left arm into place, holding back the zombies head, and pulled her right arm back to search for the dropped gun. finally, her fingers found it, and the grabbed it by the barrel and swung it into the zombies face.
"Get. The F--k. OFF ME."
She screamed, beating the zombie with the butt of the gun until it fell to the floor, the rolled to her feet and grabbed the barrel with both hands, swinging it like a club over and over into the zombies head, brain mush and blood flying everywhere as the skull collapsed. Finally, she stopped and stood there panting, looking at the monster who lay, his head turned into pudding, twitching on the ground. She looked around to make sure there was any more, and then bent to retrieve the rest of the shells from the ground. She reloaded the shotgun and slung it back into it's scabbard, and then she went to a register and took some grocery bags and began filling them with food.
"Let's see, all of the refrigeration units in the store still seem to be operable, but I would have no way to refrigerate anything on my bike, so that's out. Guess it'll have to be canned, or dried, or bottled"
Dee went through the isles filling her bags with bottled waters, jerky, and cans of stew,chili, green beans, and a small can opener. The she went and grabbed the "ready to eat" tuna, some crackers, and several boxes of protein bars. As she went through produce, she grabbed an apple to eat while she was in the store. Finally, satisfied, she grabbed her shotgun from it's holster, and carefully made her way back outside.

since her underseat storage wasn't terribly big, the bottled water went in first as the most essential, although she saved one out to drink now. Then went the canned stew and crackers, then the jerky. Finally, Dee opened all of the boxes of protein bars and dumped them in individually to save space. She grabbed out two of the protein bars and ripped them open to devour them. She looked at the sunset and hopped on her bike.
"Well Seattle, it's been a trip, but I'm outta here!"
Gunning her bike, she sped out of the parking lot and turned her bike to the freeway heading east. It was time to get the hell out of dodge.

((I must go to work now, I'll be back in a few hours.))

((I think I'll relax and kinda do some moderating to this topic for a while. I'm out of ideas for my story right now, so I'm just trying to get through my writers block for now...))

Wallace and Yuki decided to pull into a small town on the outskirts of Pittsburgh for gas and restock their supplies. Wallace then spotted a cargo plane on an runway at a small airport. He suddenly turned and started to drive towards it. When he got to the plane, he stopped the car and got out. Yuki pulled in beside him as he was walking over to her. "I'll go check out that plane. You stay here and watch my back. I got a plan for that plane and I'm hoping to God that the monkey's around here gave'er a full tank of gas before they died." He then went running off towards the plane with his sword out and ready for anything or anyone that would come his direction. He got to the plane and no one was inside and no one seemed to be around. He walked towards the cockpit of the plane and saw one of the living dead moving around in the cockpit itself. It was a dead pilot. He snuck up behind it and just as it turned around, he cut its head off of its shoulders. Even after it's head hit the ground, its body kept moving and tried to grab him for a minute or so then it fell to the ground. He walked over to where the head was still trying to bite him and kicked the head out of the back of the plane. He turned the plane on and looked at the gauge. "Thankfully someone did do their job. Full tank just for us" he thought to himself. He turned it back off because he did not want to waste gas. As he was getting to the back, he threw the body out of the back of the plane and ran over to Yuki. "Is it filled?" she asked. "Yup. Here's the plan. Let's load up the Jetta into the plane and then go get supplies and such then load up the Q7 onto the plane and fly until, well, pretty much the plane runs out of gas. We'll fly out west somewhere." "Out west... like where Raccoon City was" she said jokingly. "Your so funny... no more video games for you young lady" he said with a big laugh. They went to a chain store supermarket and ran into a few of the living dead creatures from the town. "Well... let's clean this up first, then go shopping for some groceries and then stop off at the pawn shop across the street and see what they got in terms of weapons"

((I hope it's ok to just post mine too? I'm Koko's twin sister.))

Name: Randi Jay Morris (Dierdre Morris' cousin)
Age: 17
Description: Randi
Location: Spokane, WA
Weapons: Ty Cobb Autographed Baseball Bat
Powers: When extremely angry or scared, if feeling threatened, she projects a sudden wave of energy that at close range can obliterate only her enemies that are standing near and at far range just blows them off their feet.
Group or single: single right now, willing to join with anyone.
Short background on character: Randi was born in Podunk WA. She was raised by her mother in a single parent home and moved out on her own into an apartment in Spokane with a friend of hers when she was 16. She got a job at Applebee's and works hard after work to get her GED while paying her half of the rent, her cellphone bill, and saving for college. She'd been dating a coworker for a while, but he has disappeared since the zombie attack. On the night of the zombie attack in Spokane Randi was at work, on her way home. She adopts her neighbors Cutlass Ciera for means of transportation after she discovers the zombie invasion.

Dee had been on the freeway for about 150 miles and she was getting SO tired. The sun was already below the horizon and she hadn't taken a single break from riding. She was afraid to pull over though, not while it was dark, but her tank was getting dangerously low. She pulled off on the next exit and sat idling for a minute as she contemplated her next move

((Possibly tl;dr. short version: Randi goes home after work and kills her neighbor with his own autographed baseball bat. Weapon get! She then steals his car and ditches her friends to fend for themselves.))

The restaurant was quiet, business had been dead. Randi wiped her sanitized towel across the last table of the night, her shift ending in a few minutes. She was glad to be off finally, her feet were aching and she was sick and tired of hearing Cindy bitch about the cooks. It WAS annoying, one of them had come in to work looking like he had just returned from the grave and the other came in looking like death warmed over, but at least they hadn't had too many customers tonight. Unfortunately that also meant next to nothing in tips. Randi finished setting the table and untied her apron, folding it in half and hanging it over her arm.

The door opened and a customer stumbled slowly in, but Randi ignore him. It was Cindy's job now, she was off. She punched off the clock and glanced at the new customer out of the corner of her eye. He seemed to be pretty aggressively coming on to Cindy, but Randi figured it wasn't her business. Cindy could handle herself, and besides this guy looked almost as horrible as the cooks had when they'd come in. She grabbed her coat and bundled up against the late evening chill and stepped outside. She glanced at her watch and stepped over to the bus stop a few feet away from the front of the building. The bus should be along shortly. Dusk was drawing and Randi shivered, not so much from cold as from the eerie quiet of the street. 29th was usually a pretty busy road, even at this time of day, but there were no cars on the road and the buildings around the Applebee's were dark, not even exterior lights lit up the darkness. A few minutes later Randi glanced at her watch again. The bus was late. She glanced through the windows into the Applebee's, noting the Cindy seemed to have gotten rid of the customer somehow, but strange how she was just staring at the table now. She should be cleaning it, but Randi didn't care what she did. It wasn't any of her business. She jumped as a car rolled up and blasted it's horn right next to her, but grinned as the window rolled down and music blasted from it.

"Yo girl, get in! We're going clubbin, tonight we're gonna get so faded!"

Randi's roommate, Janelle was hanging out the passenger window, the car already packed with three other people, two guys and another girl. Randi didn't care really, she just wanted to get home and change out of her work clothes. She hopped in the back, pushing the other passengers over and slamming the door behind her, not noticing Cindy come limping around the corner, headed surprisingly quickly for the car. The engine gunned and the car peeled away, leaving Cindy growling at the curb.

A few blocks later they were outside their apartment, climbing out of the car, raucous laughter erupting from all except Randi, who was pretty quiet. She stretched as she got out of the car and hopped up the stairs and to her door unlocking it and stepping in. She changed into her civies in record time and grabbed her fake I.D. She didn't really want to go clubbing but she did want to hang out with Janelle for a bit, so she popped out the door and down the stairs. The car was still there, but Janelle and her friends were gone. Randi figured that they had gone to pick up some weed, but as she turned to head back in to wait for them she noticed her downstairs neighbor's door hanging open.

"That is weird... Mr. W never leaves his door open... Oh no, what if something happened to him? Oh shit, I'd better go and check..."

She spoke aloud to herself to fend off the rising terror that gripped her and stepped gingerly downstairs. She peeked around the door jam, the apartment was dark, but so far empty. She noticed Mr. W's prized autographed baseball bat laying on the floor, the end of it discolored with a dark stain that made Randi picture Mr. W using full coffee mugs for batting practice and alarms went off in her mind. Her first instance was that someone had robbed him, killed him, and left the door open for scavengers, and she grabbed the bat off the floor and flicked on the lights, shutting the door tightly behind her and locking it. Somehow she felt safer that way, even though the robber might still be in the house. She could see clear to the back wall, were the slider door was covered with a thick curtain, but her fear was that Mr. W was around the corner, laying dead in the bedroom or bathroom. She stepped slowly towards the hallway, enshrouded in shadow, but paused as she heard a strange sort of scraping sound. Her heart leaped into her throat and she swallowed rapidly, feeling as though her throat was scraping itself. She rounded the corner and stopped dead in her tracks as... she couldn't describe it actually. A thing. It was a foot or so taller than her and had the build of a man but it also looked like it had been not alive for weeks. It was also lunging at her and growling. Her scream caught in her throat and she only emitted a high squeaking sound, her hand instantly sweaty, before jerking backwards and smashing the baseball bat sideways into the thing's head. It growled aggressively and staggered backwards before lunging at her again, trying to grab at her and it seemed bite her. She swung swiftly with the bat, sidestepping the creature, pulling the bat away with chunk of flesh and blood and then swinging again, and then again, and again. She swung until the head of the creature was annihilated and then dropped to her knees, breathing heavily, her entire body quaking with shock. Horrific understanding rushed into her brain with like a sickness and she knew in one terrifying moment that she had jusr murdered Mr. Witherspoon with his own prized bat after he had become some kind of blood thirsty animal and tried to eat her.

Her stomach revolted, and Randi fell forward on all fours and vomited. As soon as she was capable she collected herself and grabbed the bat. She would have to check the rest of the apartment, make sure it was devoid of threat, and then somehow... find her friends, or at least someone else who she could survive with. She made quick work of the apartment, making sure the blinds were drawn so that no one would know she was there, shuddering when she found a second creature in the bathroom, very much dead, his head also smashed in. She guessed that that was where the original stain on the bat had come from. Finally finished with her surveillance, and not even thinking that Janelle might be back Randi did a quick once over of the house, finding a backpack and stuffing dry and canned foods from the kitchen into it. She didn't know where she would go but her instinct told her she wasn't safe here. She grabbed some bottled drinks out of the fridge, water and juice, and then as an after thought snagged the bundle of car keys from the hook on the wall by the door. She would need transportation, and Mr. W didn't need his Oldsmobile anymore.

((If you go look at my profile, I gave Deidre a face, LOL))

Dee pulled up to the truck stop slowly, thanking god that she hadn't gotten off at a city exit that would surely be swarming. She took note of the semis idling in the lot. Great. Just what she needed, zombie truckers. She reached up slowly to get out her shotgun when a whole whistle pierced the air.
"Hey girly, nice bike!"
"Why don't you show uncle hank how you ride it!"
"Come on hank, you're making us look bad."
Dee grinned. Whew! This truck stop hadn't been touched yet. Probably because it was so remote and very few zombies drove. Her grin faded. These poor truckers didn't know what was in store for them. She looked down at the blood now dried to her jacket and begining to stink. Oh well. She walked into the diner.
"How much for a cuppa?"
She asked the waitress, who had yet to acknowledge her presence. The waitress looked up and her face went white as a sheet. Dee looked down at her bloodstained jacket again and shrugged.
"Don't worry, this isn't my blood."
She grinned and sat at the counter.
"w-w-w-well, would yo-o-u like decaf or regular?"
The waitress stammered nervously, Wringing her apron in her hands.
"Relax lady, I'm harmless, some guys tried to mug me in Seattle, that's all. I'd like Regular please. Oh, and I need some gas for my Ducati."
She picked up the menu and began to browse it. Hoping against hope that the poor waitress wouldn't get a nasty surprise when she got home. Oh well. She looked up as two of the truckers walked in and settled into a nearby booth, ordering themselves coffee. They looked at her, and they too got scared expressions on their faces. Especially the one they called "hank". She smiled at them and sipped her coffee. Hank got up and approached her.
"Listen girly. I don't know what you do, but we don't want any trouble around here. This here's a peaceful diner."
"HANK! Get over here and drink your coffee."
The little waitress practically screamed, she was shaking like a leaf. She ran over and grabbed Hank's arm and pulled him back to his booth. Dee turned around to face them, with both her elbows resting on the counter behind her.
"I understand why you're all upset. It's not everyday that someone comes in packing heat and covered in someone elses blood. But listen fellas, I'm not the one you have to be afraid of. There's a much bigger threat out there, one you should never underestimate. If I were you? I'd say, forget the damn deliveries. More n' likely, no one's going to be there to get them anyways. I'd suggest you all barricade up this diner and live off what's in here for a few weeks. You got any weaponry? Stock it up. You'll need it."
The truckers and waitress gaped at her in open disbelief, like she was a crazy woman. She frowned and turned back to her coffee. She'd tried goddamit. To hell with them.
"Yo, is my gas ready?"
"I-if it's so dangerous out there, why are you on the road? Why don't you barricade yourself in somewhere?"
The trembling waitress asked as she punched the authorization keys into her pin pad. Dee smiled at her.
"Because I'm not the type to sit around, waiting for death."
The waitress almost dropped her pen and her eyes got all round. She thrust a ticket toward Dee.
"h-here's the bill for your coffee, gas is on me, just get out of here!"
Dee nodded and dug some change from her pocket.
"Thanks. Never turn down a free tank, no matter what the reason."

((Yo, Kokoro Chan is Dee going to Texas? I think that would be cool! More people ^.^ ))

((Yep! I was totally working my way down there :} You're good. LOL. I'm gonna pick up my sis Abunai on the way too.))

Dee crunched back towards her Ducati and started the pump. She looked around for the other two truckers, but didn't see them. They must've gone into their semi's for sleep. She yawned. Maybe she'd spend the night here. She heard a shuffling crunching sound of something being dragged on gravel, and her heart stopped. God dammit. She pulled her shotgun from her back and looked all around. Seeing nothing but the activity in the diner, she backed towards the door, shotgun ready in front of her. Then, a trucker lunged out from behind the gas pump, knocking the nozzle from the tank and spraying gas all over the ground. She took aim and fired once, taking his head off and nicking the pump with some pellet. She grabbed the nozzle and put it back in her tank as the truckers and waitress came running outside.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
Hank yelled, fury in his face. The little waitress was wielding a table knife. Dee would have laughed if it wasn't so serious.
"YOU SHOT LOUIS YOU LITTLE B---H!"
"No, it wasn't Louis. At least, not anymore. It was something else."
"What're you talking about, you stupid little whore."
The other trucker, who's name she didn't know, grabbed her arm roughly and raised his hand to slap her. She flinched, but the slap never came as the fourth and last trucker came hobbling out of the bushes beyond the parking lot, drooling and growlong and moving with surprising speed.
"The hell?"
The trucker yelped and let go of her arm. She jerked the shotgun up and aimed, but was thwarted as the waitress shrieked and threw herself at Dee.
"Don't shoot Larry!"
"Get outta the way you dumb b---h! That's not Larry, and unless you want to become his next meal, you'll move your ass!
Hank grabbed the waitress away and held onto her as Dee again took aim and fired, felling the zombie with a blow to the chest. She snapped open the shotgun and reloaded. Hank watched her reload.
"What're you doing? Didn't you kill him?"
"He's about as dead as the undead can be. But they were turned while we were inside. That means there's at least one more."
The two truckers and the waitress went pale.
"EVERYBODY BACK INSIDE"
the waitress shrieked, but Dee grabbed her arm.
"DON'T. They may have gotten in while we were out here. Everybody, stay together in one group, and we'll work our way inside.
The pump clicked, making the three jump, one trucker even almost started running. Dee ignored it and continued.
"Then we'll clear the building and check all the doors, restrooms, any place they could hide. When I leave, I want you ALL to stay inside and barricade yourselves in, make sure to get them windows covered somehow, overturn the tables or something, conserve your resources. These Mother f------s can only last so long, but it'll be hell waiting them out."
"You're leaving us?"
the little waitress asked with a tremble. Dee smirked a little at the sudden change in attitude.
"Oh, you know, I've got places to be. Besides, like I said before, I'm not the type to sit around. Come on, let's get inside."
The four of them formed an outward facing circle and they very slowly headed back toward the diner. Once they got to the door, Dee went in first, shotgun at the ready and the other three followed VERY quickly. The unnamed trucker picked up a chair, and Hank went behind the counter for the "anti-theft" pistol that the waitress kept. They went as a group, first into the guest restrooms, clearing each stall, then back into the main diner, then into the kitchen. Finally all that was left was the office and the employee restrooms. The office was locked, so they ignored it, but the back door was open, and the employee restroom stood open on it's hinges. Dee slowly advanced, listening but hearing nothing. Just as she neared the door, the zombie turned and gaped in the doorway, grabbing at her. The waitress screamed and shots were fired, as Dee was pushed to the ground by the dead weight of the once-human being. It's head exploded, showering everyone with gore.
"GODDAM IT. I am NEVER going to get clean!"
She looked at Hank as he stood there, his finger still clamping the trigger down. Thank god that gun was only loaded with a couple of shots. She pushed the zombie off of her and stood as Hank stopped squeezing the trigger and the waitress secured the back door. Hank set the gun down and leaned over, taking deep breathes. The other trucker stood there in stunned silence. Dee held out her hand to hank.
"Thanks man. I owe you one."
Hank looked at her as reality finally sank in and tears formed in his eyes.
"What about my family? Are they like this? I have a wife and a baby, she's only 3! What are they supposed to do to take care of themselves?"
He sobbed, and the little waitress and other trucker joined him. Dee watched dry-eyed, but for the first time in years and years, she felt pity.
"I'm so sorry man. If they have cell phones, I'd give them a try, but chances are..."
She trailed off, finishing that sentence would only have hurt these people more. She squeezed Hanks shoulder gently, and then turned to go. She turned back.
"You'll wanna lock the front door behind me, and turn off most of the lights so as not to attract attention."
She walked out the front door, ever ready with the shotgun, and removed the nozzle from the pump, closing the tank. She hopped on her ducati, only holstering her weapon when she was sure no more zombies were about to jump out and sped off on I-90.

Randi wasn't sure what to do next. She had a vehicle, food, water, and a weapon, such as it was, but she was at a loss. She was a little afraid of going outside, she didn't want to see what had happened to her friends and her roommate and she didn't know how long she could protect herself with the baseball bat without having any kind of range.

Finally she had gotten up the nerve to remove the dead bodies to the spare bedroom at least. It was terrifying having to sit and stare at them while she was waiting for her own demise. She'd also blocked up the windows with mattresses and furniture, somewhat futile since she didn't plan on staying put for much longer. She just had to figure out where to go. She picked up her cell phone and hit the number two speed dial, dialing her mother's number. It rang for a few minutes and then went to the answering machine.

"Hi mom it's me, Rand. Look, if you're ok call me back or pick up the phone. Listen to me, don't let anyone in the house and don't go out. I know you have a little canned food saved up and some water in the basement, so don't go out for anything! Lock the doors and brace the windows somehow. Don't ask me why, because I couldn't tell you, just do it. And don't let anyone in! Call me back, please!"

Next she dialed Janelle's number, it too rang and then went to voice mail. Randi hung up without leaving one. She spooled through her contact list quickly, no one was answering, and she left only one or two frantic voice mails before dialing the number to Applebees. Miraculously, it picked up after a few rings, but there was no answer. Silence played on the line and Randi could hear a strange shuffling in the background.

"Cindy? Cindy is that you? Cindy answer me, you have to get-"

A loud screeching sound and then a crash interrupted Randi, and the line went dead. She felt her stomach turn, realizing the events that she had witnessed earlier. She now realized that she had seen one of those things attack Cindy, she'd watched it happen and had done nothing. She felt like vomiting again but kept it down this time as she vaguely registered a beeping sound coming from her cell. She was getting low on batteries. Knowing she would have to head upstairs for her car charger, she dialed one last number. Her favorite cousin.

Dee's pocket vibrated, nearly sending her off the road, but she quickly righted herself with a curse. She considered reaching into her pocket and answering, God only knows how awesome it would be to hear a living friend elt her know they were ALIVE, but in this deep darkness she needed all her concentration on the road. She'd pull over at the next exit.