Kilkios shook her head. "You gotta worry about germs even when a zombie apocolypse is hitting you." She giggled, for once. She went into her pack and grabbed her own water, taking a sip. "So, are we heading off?" She said, pointing towards the door.

"Thought you'd never ask." Before she even finishes her sentence, he is out the door and waiting for the rest of the group outside. His ax is ready for anything. "Actually, do you think we can sneak around some of the houses and see if I can can find something that has some bullets?"

Jamie waited for Lucifer inside not wanting to leave anyone alone.

Raven walked outside following the two. He tossed an extra gun he had at Machio. "It's better then nothing, but we need more bullets for all the guns. There have to be some somewhere around here." He mumbled.

Fumbling the gun, Machio accidently dropped his ax. Being quick on his feet, he picked up the ax without missing a beat. "Do you think the town over there would have a couple of shots or something?"

Lucian stopped shooting the zombies as everyone seemed to come back downstairs. He watched as the newcomer went outside, everyone else following behind. However, Jamie seemed to be waiting for him. Guess we better get out of here.

Lucian smiled towards Jamie and walked outside of the building, hoping she was following behind him. He was afraid more zombies were inside.

Following close behind Lucian, Jamie took a deep breath when they walked outside and forced a fake smile. "Well that was fun." She said sarcastically. "So where are we going to go now?"

"It won't be any easier to find them there so we mine as well stay in this town." Raven said looking around in the night with his gun ready.

Lucian chuckled a bit at Jamie, thinking that her sarcasm was cute. To him, however, it was fun what they just went through. He loved that adrenaline.
"Beats me. I suppose Raven is right. We might as well stay in this town."

"We will have to find somewhere to stay. What do these creatures hate? Where won't they go?" Jamie thought aloud. This was difficult.

"I haven't the faintest clue what they hate. But you know, we should probably find a place where we can spend the night. Did you see any fortified houses in town?"

"Practically all of them." Jamie mumbled looking over to Raven. He seemed to be much more observent than she was so he would know.

"All of them. There are no adults left. I haven't seen anyone over 30 and most people I've seen are all huddled together trying to fight off the zombies but are dying one by one. So the houses are all empty. And almost all have been invaded by zombies. So...we can't all be asleep at the same time. Jamie and I learned that the hard way." Raven said bluntly.

"Well we have to find somewhere to rest 'cuase I'm starting to get tired of all this running, not to complain or anything." Machio put his ax in his backpack so he wouldn't have to carry it much longer.

(I have writers block for this role play.....)

(same here...anyone else have writer's block?)

((yeah..I do V.V ))

{this could be bad...}

((Yeah....))

{Thinking thinking thinking....I've got nothing. Lol.}

(Maybe I could help... give me a refresher on what happened?)

Username: Lord Pesca
Character Name: Ricardo Escobondo
Character Age:27
Bio: Was a bartender at the local bar. The last while he has been trying to avoid the zombies rather than fighting them. His bar, the Cat's Eye, is still open to survivors. He gives out free drinks to those that kill zombie hordes for him. Has mafia connections.
What they look like:

(Everyone is just outside of town in front of what seems to be a mental hospital, waiting for something to happen.)

(hmm... okay... I guess...)

Ricardo, on his trip outside of town, with the group of mob fiends had blindfolded him and tied his hands behind his back. He had made one too many deals with the mob. He was thrown outside the city limits, and finally managed to get the blindfolds off. Unfortunately, they were about to execute him. They had pointed a pistol at Ricardo. He made a sad smile, and waited for the inevitable end.

"Well since everyone is agreed that we all need to stay SOMEWHERE for the night, let's get to one of the house, make sure it's empty, and we can fortify ourselves from there. Sound good?"

(If everyone agrees, we can get Pesca into the game, sound good???)

(I like that plain ^^)


Ricardo's smile lasted longer than it needed to. The mafia leader, Don Barfal, had asked if he had any last requests. Ricardo spit blood onto the ground near him, and said, "Yes. Give me five more minutes to live." Don looked incredulous for a moment, and burst out laughing. As soon as the other members thought they would be allowed to laugh too, they did so. But then Don's face got serious again. "Not a chance in hell," He said. But Ricardo had delayed long enough. Zombies came out, and started attacking them. Don looked at the zombies then back at Ricardo, then back at the zombies. He decided Ricardo wasn't a concern for now. Infact, he was. the moment Don looked away, and started killing the zombies, Ricardo picked up a nearby shotgun, and blew him away. He then shot the other mob members. He started running away from the zombies, going farther and farther away from the city.

(okay. That's cool :D)

"Yeah....I guess we should find a house that looks like it hasn't been broken into...or maybe it would be safer to go in one that has been broken into....that way zombies wouldn't think anyone was there, hopefully." Jamie said looking to the oters wondering what they thought would be best to do.

(How would we meet up?)

Ricardo, in the far outskirts of town looked around. No one was there. He stopped running and caught his breath. His bar doesn't seem like the best option for now, as the other mob members might come looking for him there. He checked his pockets. 17 rounds... Not enough to survive for a week on... I might have to go back to town. Fortunately, he remebered his stash of guns and ammo near the town walls. He checked there, and sure enough, there was a big enough garrison to take down the US government, while it was still in power. He liked his shotgun, so he just took enough rounds to survive for a week or two. He now had 150 rounds, which he felt confident would allow him to live. He also took his pre-packed disaster bag which had all the essentials to live. He set up camp nearbye, making a fire, which would ward off the zombies.

{Ummmmmm...Jamie could smell fire and go running off expecting to find more people. Cause she knew zombies don't like fire.}