The Dead......(Role Play)

-i'll continue off justin's then-

..."damn although you were almost a fucking a snack for that thing it's good to see other humans not infected..." i said to my new squad. i checked outside where the flaming remains of some of the undead were. i looked to Justin and mentioned that it would be ill-advised to stay the night here. "the undead will be drawn to all the action that just occurred."

I looked at the rag tag group and wanted to reconsider staying, but we needed to move, it was either travel while tired and beat up...or have to fight the horde later on in the same condition. i ran into the bathroom...well room that contained bandages, gauze and tape.

I asked which is the crew was injured and cleaned them up right. I asked Justin to keep watch up top on the roof for any incoming undead. I was helping Zac with his wounds when i realized the fucker was high...well he was no good for the time being. so i gave him a shot of morphine and told him i was waking him up in two hours regardless of how he felt. Cory was kneeling looking outside at the carnage. I walked up and patted him on teh back and asked if he was ok, he stood up slowly turned to me and nodded his head...but he had that stare that i'd seen all to often in combat. He needed rest also. I showed him the beat up mattress on the far end of the room and asked him to lay down and take a nap to help clear his mind and ease his pain...


an hour and a half passed with no problems. it seemed the undead weren't attracted to the explosion. i went up to the roof to check on justin to see how he was doin. he was holdin up fine. we BSed for a little while talking about life before D-Day. the chat was cut short when moans started to gather in the streets below...a few undead wandered towards the alley where the explosion took place. maybe 15 total...we had to make a decision...silence the undead so we could stay longer, but run the risk of the same problem reoccuring, or bypass the undead wake up the other two and get the fuck out of dodge...

I was asleep after a shot of morphine when I had the vision.. Something of a sunny day in a wheat field drinking sweet tea when a hole in the ground opened up and an ICBM came rocketing out about 1/8 of a mile in front of me. Thats when I woke up to the sound of gunfire from the roof. I quickly made my way up top to see Justin and Bryan cliping off some undead on the streets. The nap had done me well and I felt back to normal. 2 hours felt like weeks of sleep and I was convinced I was a new person. After the last shot was fired we decided to get Cory and Josh and head out while we still had a small amount of time. We were all low on ammo and food and we all decided we should try to make it to the next available spot that may have some supplies. It was the middle of the night and the moon offered no help in lighting the path. We went downstairs and woke up Josh and Cory to get ready to head out..

Grabbing my pack and gun I watched Zac wake the other two. They were still tired although the short nap did them good. Everyone was getting ready for the next hike. I took this moment to step into the bathroom. There I washed my face, hands, and tried to clean off the blood that had over a period of time covered most of my torso. The iron smelling blood stained the sink a rusty red color. Having dried off I walked out to see everyone ready to go. Brian had gathered up what little he had. He handed us a few road flares, some beef jerky, and a map.

We made our way downstairs and out into the street. The moon was barely visible. The clouds were rolling in and soon we'd have rain to deal with. It was cold, damn cold and with that coming rain there was a risk almost as dangerous as the dead. Sickness. Having discussed before we left we had decided to try and head for the nearest walmart. It was roughly 10 miles away and would take us the rest of the day to reach it. Being roughly 3am we had a few hours of darkness left.

We had been walking since 3am, it was now 8ish. The sun had risen into those hazy orange clouds. We'd traveled only a few miles. Walking up to Brian I just had to know a little more about him. His story, how he survived. "Damned weather may turn into our biggest enemy", I said casting a glance up into the sky. "Ya, its been getting worse lately. Snow has fallen, only its stained with the blood of this city. It smells everywhere you go of rotting flesh, and no matter what time of the day you can always hear the moaning cries of those rotten bastards. We need to find shelter, supplies, and...." with a side glance and a crooked smile ".....I've got a surprise. Just another mile up the road". Grinning I responded "let me guess a titty bar full of dead women, warm beer, and old food. Ah, sounds like my kind of place. hahaha" We both laughed. We needed it, hell everyone needed a laugh....

Justin was up front with Bryan, Josh was ahead of me, and Cory and I brought up the rear. "I sure hope this wal-mart hasnt gotten cleaned out already" Cory said, "I'm ashy as hell and need some lotion" "Pull that shit together man" I said as something caught my eye off the path to the right. "Hold up a second!" I said quietly. Josh and Cory stopped and crouched low. Justin and Bryan didn't hear me and kept on their way. Something rustled off the path and still Justin and Bryan hadn't noticed that the three of us had dropped back. All of a sudden this thing jumped out into the road ahead of us and Josh got a round into its head. As it fell over Justin and Bryan turned around to see that we had managed to kill a deer. None of us had had fresh meat in quite some time so obviously I was excited to get it ripped open and cooked up, but we couldn't do it where we were, Either we had to drag it along with us, or do soemthing else with it..

"HAHAHAHAHAHA, damn." I said, wiping the tears from my face. "Here we are, in a world over run by Zombies, and a deer pops out and you shoot it in the head before we even have time to turn around. Damn that's funny" Walking over I look down at the already cold deer. It appeared to be only a doe maybe 4 years old. "She appeared to be running our of the bushes" Josh said. Looking towards were it had come from you could see she was in a hurry. She had cuts all over her fur, from looks of it was caused by branches. "Well, either we drag it with us or we leave it. We've got another 6 miles to go before we reach the Wally world" I said. Josh immediately stood up "We're taking it. It's valuable meat and we could all use a little food right now." Zac turned around and you could tell he was not keen to this idea. "No, we need to leave it. It's bleeding, its heavy, and it stinks. Which means we'd leave a bloody, stinking trail right to our location. Perfect for any dead trying to find us or it." Having realized the points of both arguments I had to make a decision. "Josh, get that dumpster lid from over there. We'll put the body on that and drag it behind us. We'll take turn. Each person pull for minutes." Satisfied with giving my men both food and a means to do it without leaving a trail straight t us, I turned to see Cory pissing on a cop car. "Uh....what the hell are you doing?"

"What the hell does it look like I'm doing. Not to often do you get a chance to piss on a cop car." Smiling and trying not to piss on himself he turned back around. Josh and Zac had gotten the makeshift sled for the deer together and had the deer ready to go. We started off again. Heading straight for the Wally World.

We reached it only an hour or so before night fall. Most of the place had been looted already. No surprise there. Doors were smashed in. Again, no surprise there.....

As we were entering the Walmart we did the usual search and scavenge for whatever we could find or use. Most of the store was cleaned out except for some bottles of water, a couple tubes of chapstick, powered milk, some towels, and some rope. I was with Cory looking for some lotion when a dead employee rounded the isle coming towards us. There was only one, and instead of wasting a round on it Cory reached onto the shelf next to us and grabbed a kitchen knife and swiped its head off. After stomping on its skull to make sure it was dead he continued to leather and moisturise his hands. "Thats the gayest fucking shit ive ever seen dude, you kill a zombie then proceed to finish up your lotion shit your doing." I said. "grab another knife so we can skin that deer and eat while we have a chance. Ill go find the others and try to get a grill working."

Shortly there after we had a grill fired up, venison on the BBQ and some spices we found to season it. It was probably the best thing I had had in months but I could tell the smell of it would attract other things... thats when the isle shelf fell over making a huge noise causing me to jump and then we were looking at about 20 undead walmart employees...

...Justin choking on his deer meat from the surprise of bullet cushions
(zambies...yes zAmbies) tripped over the grill spilling hot coals onto
the floor and skidding across into the few remaining towels that we'd
wrangled up, and you guessed it, that shit caught fire...as the flames
started to spread across the masses of trash, papers, bodies and
clothing we realized this place was going to go up in a hurry.

as the undead wobbled towards us in droves...we realized we could drop all
the fuckers with some well placed shots...zac had other ideas. he
managed to uncover a propane tank, and to boot the thing was full. he
slid the propane tank across the floor into the horde. was all made our
way towards the door and zac gave me the honors... i pulled out my M4
lined up the shot and squeezed the trigger letting two hot metal slugs
fly into the cold body of the propane tank. the concussive force from
the closed walls of walmart and the only open door being the one we
were standing in blew us all off our feet...pieces of the undead rained all
over the inside of the walmart...sinuous pieces hung from the rafters,
chunks of charred flesh dangled off the remaining aisle racks, the smell
of burnt flesh emanated from walmart...after thinking about that for a second
i realized blowing up walmart probably wasn't our best move


we all got up and checked ourselves to make sure we were ok...we heard a
gurgling noise that reminded us of the undead josh wheeled around
raising his weapon...to justin...who was still choking. we had a quick
laugh the gave the retard the Heimlich...

as justin was gasping for air trying to swing at us individually for
forgetting about his predicament he stood up, stopped breathing, a look
of pure horror in his eyes...he heard barking...we all did. we hadn't
heard dogs for months, let alone seen one. we knew that this was not
going to go well. in the distance down the road 6 dogs were bounding
towards us...

josh had an aura of pure joy...which was odd, cause their were fucking dogs
coming to eat us. he looked at us and smiled saying "well it's about
time i get to use this fucking rifle..." josh sighting in on his
targets explained to us how the dogs looked...which again was
odd...cause they were still coming to fucking eat us...josh laid down
set up his rifle on the axle of the remnants of a car and took a deep
breath...BOOM!!! the first shot rang out as loud as the propane tank
explosion...about 500 feet down the road two separate clouds of pink mist
erupted from the dogs, the round passed though a dogs head into
another dog's head. they dropped instantly and didn't get back up...there
were still 4 hungry fucking dogs sprinting towards us..400 feet after a
hasty reload josh chambered the round took another deep
breath...BOOM!!! two legs off a single dog were blown to hell...it was
still moving, but not threateningly...300 feet...the dogs after losing
half of their squad seemed to run faster at us...by the time josh got
his third round chambered i was getting a little uneasy...BOOM!!! the
fourth dog dropped...100 feet... i drew my rifle and justin his...and
spray of automatic and three-round burst gunfire peppered the remaining
two dogs...specs of flesh being ripped off the moist deteriorated skin
of the dogs by the NATO rounds...the dogs came to a halt after sliding
and flipping for 20 feet, just 10 feet in front of us...

we all walked up the street to the dog that was still alive but missing
two of it's legs, the round passed through it's fore and hind right
legs separating them altogether. o it was undead alright it was
drooling and snapping at us as it swiveled like a top trying to get at
us individually. we studied how it reacted to us, what movements made
it especially hostile...not too much was extrapolated from it since it
wasn't 100% mobile. it was just like the regular undead, compelled by
the need to feed. they traveled in packs just as most wild dogs do.
there was nothing special here...just another case of the H1N1 creating
something ungodly and driven only by hunger. "this thing is a fucking
monstrosity" justin said..."i couldn't agree me" i chirped in...i drew my
Beretta and sunk two rounds into the skull of the dog, it wasn't
barking at us anymore...

Coughing I turned around to stare at the dogs that had just came after us. "Holy shit" I said in disgust. The dogs had taken on what appeared to be a skin rotting disease, or maybe it was from the total disregard for bodily safety. Their eyes were bloodshot and bulging, their nails appeared to be longer than usual and their gums had reddened considerably and looked as if they were rotting from the inside out.

"We need to move, and quickly before anymore of these bastards show up", turning I picked up my bag. "Hey guys", yelled Brian from across the room. "Get over here, I have an idea".

Running back to the Automotive department we found what appeared to be a truck lifted up on the lift. Evidently it was being worked on when D-Day hit. "The poor bastards never even got the front tire on", Josh said, eyeing the truck. Jumping up into the drivers seat I found the keys in the cup holder. holding my breathe I inserted them and turned. The engine whined but would not start. Again, I tried and again it stopped. Angry at not only the truck but at pretty much everything I hit the steering wheel. "Again" I said to myself. Putting the key back in, I turned. The engine was whining, "come on baby come on. Fucking work dammit". And by some crazy chance it started. Sighing in relief I checked everything. Surprisingly we had almost a full tank of gas. The truck seemed in good condition. It was an old jacked up Chevy, complete with cattle guard, nerf bars, roll cage, and some massive 37's. Between Josh and Zac we got the front wheel back on and lowered the truck.

While I kept the truck running the guys grabbed what supplies they could find. "We got some rope, car oil, ductape, cans of beans, rice, and some paintball masks", Josh stated dumping it all in a giant garbage bag and throwing it into the back.

Checking the map we decided to....

-WTF people, keep adding to the story!-

Looking at the map we decided to head down the cost. "Jersey here we come", I said stashing the map in the glove box.

"Would you stop fucking with the radio!?", yelled Josh from the back. "No, I'm trying to see if we can pick up anything being broadcasted" I yelled right back. We'd been driving for a few hours now. Getting out of New York proved a little harder than we expected by vehicle. There were still cars and trucks everywhere, including bodies and random stuff. Left over from the initial attack.


We'd reached the border for Jersey by nightfall. Having drove for damn near 12 hours straight we finally decided to pull over for the night. We'd picked an Ace warehouse for our temporary safe zone. It being stocked to the roof with all kinds of stuff was an added bonus.....

We had crossed the bridge to NJ and stopped at the warehouse. I filled up my bags with nails, rope, some black powder nail gun cartridges, a hammer, and a collapsible tree saw. Josh, Bryan, Justin and Corey were checking the perimeter and setting up a secure area so we could rest. I was looking through the management office for some things when I heard a rustling down the corridor.. I took out my flashlight and my light fell upon an undead girl. She still had her Ace uniform on so I guessed she never left the store after she was infected... She didnt seem to be too offensive and for a second there she almost had a kind of pretty look to her. Then I came back to my senses. "What in the fuck?! I cant fuck a zombie bitch! shit!!" It had been so long since Id run into a female, and this 20 year old zombie bitch almost had me going. Not. PSSHHTT!!! SLPAT! I put a nice silenced .40 through her head and kept rummaging through the desk...