Infection(MT, Zombies)

[Arivada]

OOC: Rules(This is non-canon)
No Godmodding
Anyone can control the zombies
No military vets (It ruins the fun of rps with everyone says my guy is trained for this.)
Your character can be-
Riot Police
Other law enforcements
Civilians
Any nationality
IC:
72 hours ago:
Jack was in his office. He was part of the AEC’s riot police brigade. The Hospital told the riot police to be ready for a epidemic. OF course he didn’t care. Normally the hospital was prepared for this stuff and had a cure before they started. Yet apparently this time that had not. They said one person turned into an infected. He thought if that meant a zombie but he wasn’t sure. So he was set on stand-by.

24 Hours ago:
Jack was running, His riot shield on his back and his assault rifle in his hands. The infection had spread all over the Arivadian territory. He couldn’t believe it. He originally was an office worker then a riot police man now a zombie fighter? He hoped he would find someone else to give him a hand. Even a Birkaine was better than these guys. Why did I have to move to this state? Jack thought. He jumped on a fire escape and placed a breach charge on the bottom then while he was climbing on the middle and the top. When he got on the roof he detonated it. The fire escape was destroyed. He looked over the edge. He saw civilian infected, military, even disease control. He sat down and saw some rope, safety gear for rappelling and a radio. He called out on the radio.

Now:
John kept calling out on the radio. Anybody. If they needed rescue, were on their way, evacuating, anything to prove he wasn’t on his own.
“HELLO IS ANYBODY OUT THEIR!!!” He yelled over the edge. What am I doing nobody is going to answer. He thought. He sat back down and waiting for a reply. He saw another person in a window surrounded by zombies. He took out his assault rifle but he saw the person fall out the window.
Oh come on! He screamed in his head. The zombies swarmed over the still alive person. They tore the meat off the bone and everything. The 35 year old Jack stopped looking. He thought he was going to vomit. He managed to hold it in. Thank God. He thought it would attract more zombies.

[Aima Tomeis]

The static on the radio suddenly stops. Over the airwaves a jarbled, "HELLO IS ANYBODY OUT THERE!!!"

The man bolts upright from his half-slumber, sniper rifle clutched to his chest. He is dressed in a black tuxedo, a silenced pistol in his side holster. Under his dress jacket he wears kevlar/ceramic chest armor. While not a military man exactly, he was a member of his nation's most powerful black arms market. A smuggler, terrorist, mobster -and upstanding citizen- in a former life, he is now no more than prey.

He snatches the radio from its place on the ground next to him, "Yes! Yes I read you! You're signal is breaking up, where are you? I'm two and a half kilometers from... well it doesn't matter where I am now. What is your status, over?"

He clips the radio to his belt, slings his rifle across his back and begins searching for a small remnant of humanity.

[Arivada]

The static on the radio suddenly stops. Over the airwaves a jarbled, "HELLO IS ANYBODY OUT THERE!!!"

The man bolts upright from his half-slumber, sniper rifle clutched to his chest. He is dressed in a black tuxedo, a silenced pistol in his side holster. Under his dress jacket he wears kevlar/ceramic chest armor. While not a military man exactly, he was a member of his nation's most powerful black arms market. A smuggler, terrorist, mobster -and upstanding citizen- in a former life, he is now no more than prey.

He snatches the radio from its place on the ground next to him, "Yes! Yes I read you! You're signal is breaking up, where are you? I'm two and a half kilometers from... well it doesn't matter where I am now. What is your status, over?"

He clips the radio to his belt, slings his rifle across his back and begins searching for a small remnant of humanity.

“This is Jack Rogers. I am on the roof of a building. If you need my assistance let me know and I will head to your position!” Jack said. He didn’t believe that someone else had made it. He thought that the zombies had killed everybody but him. He prepared to rappel down to the ground when the person replied. Then he looked over the side. He saw dozens of zombies. Some riot police military. “This is going to be harder than I thought!”Jack said.

[Al-Mumtaz]

OOC : Can I use a character with a power? like a mutant or a mage or something like that

[Arivada]

OOC : Can I use a character with a power? like a mutant or a mage or something like that

It would have to be a nutation from the infection but yes.

[Aima Tomeis]

“This is Jack Rogers. I am on the roof of a building. If you need my assistance let me know and I will head to your position!” Jack said. He didn’t believe that someone else had made it. He thought that the zombies had killed everybody but him. He prepared to rappel down to the ground when the person replied. Then he looked over the side. He saw dozens of zombies. Some riot police military. “This is going to be harder than I thought!”Jack said.

Known in his former life simply as one of the Shadow, the bleakness of his current situation floods humanity back into Mr. Turk. Yes, it's been so long since he had a name, but he remembers that now.... He listens to the reply over the radio.

Buildings...

He looks around, searching.

Where are there still buildings standing?

He decides to try the city center. There would be good visibility and access to the limited supplies. He breaks into a run for the Center and calls back over the radio, "This is Mr. Turk, I'm alright, for now. There aren't many infected outside the old city limits, but that will probably change once the food runs out. I'm ten minutes away from the city center, we can rendezvous there, over."

If there are any infected smart enough to pick up a radio receiver, they know where lunch is now....

He grabs his rifle from behind his back and cradles it in his arms as he makes his way back into the city.

[Olthenia]

Tagged for latent interest.

[Al-Mumtaz]

From the tallest building in town, he looked around. watched every zombies in the city.
later, he saw a man who at the siege by zombies. without thinking, he immediately jumped from his spot. free fall, holding a sword on his back.
He was standing in front of him, separated him from the zombies
"Do not be afraid! flee and find a safe place", he said.
then the man ran to a safe place.
Later, he pulled his sword and kill all the zombies there.
but it kept popping up. more and more.
this bad. I had to retreat
he was immediately jumped back and ran toward a safer place.
OOC : is this ok? if not i'll change it

[Aima Tomeis]

From the tallest building in town, he looked around. watched every zombies in the city.
later, he saw a man who at the siege by zombies. without thinking, he immediately jumped from his spot. free fall, holding a sword on his back.
He was standing in front of him, separated him from the zombies
"Do not be afraid! flee and find a safe place", he said.
then the man ran to a safe place.
Later, he pulled his sword and kill all the zombies there.
but it kept popping up. more and more.
this bad. I had to retreat
he was immediately jumped back and ran toward a safer place.
OOC : is this ok? if not i'll change it

(OOC: I'm not positive, but I think you were referring to me?...)

With rifle drawn, Mr. Turk looks at the newly decapitated zombies courtesy of the mysterious, sword wielding man. A nod of his head and a quick, "Thank you," before he notices more zombies on the approach. He sights the barrel on a creature's head and squeezes the trigger. The zombie falls, motionless. He fires rounds into four more zombie's skulls dropping them all, but there are simply too many.

To the man with the sword, "We have to move, now!" Turk slings his rifle, draws his pistol, and fires a rapid series of shots ahead of him clearing a path. He can see a way out of the circle of zombies surrounding them both, but knows it will close around them as soon as he stops to reload.

"Let's see just how good you are with that sword!" he says as he stops firing long enough to reload his pistol ammunition.

[Al-Mumtaz]

"You can call me Al", said the swords-wielding man.
"Now step back a bit, I'll use a little strength. after the road opened, you must immediatly run", Al said to Turk.
Then Al directs his sword to the crowd of zombies.
Then came the light of the sword that destroys all the zombies in a row. but after doing it, Al fell to his knees, out of energy.
"Run!! this is your chance to survive. before the road was closed again," Al said with a weak voice. "Don't worry about me"

[Aima Tomeis]

"See now, I can't just leave anyone like that."

Turk grabs the weakened swordsman and throws him over his shoulder. With pistol drawn, he sprints through the closing circle of infected, putting 9mm rounds into each creature that gets too close.

Just a little farther...

With a burst of speed, he escapes the deadly clutches.

Not free yet.

Out of chambered rounds, and with the weakened Al over his shoulder, he has no choice but to run. Thankfully the zombies aren't world class runners.

Besides, I've been running all my life.

"See Al, I can't leave you to be prey. I just don't need another mutated creature after my flesh!" Turk says with a grin.

[Arivada]

Jack took the radio in his pack. He rappelled down and while running towards the town center he made another radio call.
“Hello? Are you still there? I am heading to the town center” Jack said killing a zombie with his pistol. He was running and sill being chased by hundreds of zombies. “You got to be joking!”He yelled.

[Aima Tomeis]

Turk fumbles for his radio, "Yea- yes! I'm still here! I met up with a rather unique swordsman. The fallout has granted him at least one rather impressive ability. He saved my skin -and a good number of my bullets- but he's out for the count right now, I have him over my shoulder so I'm defenseless, I'm on the run. I should be okay if I can just keep moving, over."

It won't be long before they figure out how to intercept me... I'm going to need some fire power before I get to the Center.

"I'm coming in from the southeast, and chance of some covering fire, over?"

Crap... they're cutting off my approach.

"Al, this could get interesting..." he says quietly to the barely conscious swordsman.

[La Habana]

72 hours ago: Aron King, an intelligence operative for La Habana's Division 11, worked in a small apartment in an ordinary apartment block. His mission was to gather intelligence on a number of individuals who had recently tried to hack into La Habana's research laboratories. He was thousands of miles from his native soil, working undercover in a foreign land where nobody knew his name, or that he even existed. He was working alone, as is expected of deep-cover operatives. Day and night he worked under the glow of a few lamps scattered around the room, using several computers to hack data from various networks, hoping to find evidence of the hackers he was looking for. An incendiary bomb lay under a desk, ready to be triggered should the police surround the apartment; as well as a silenced pistol, should the need arise.


24 Hours ago: Night was beginning to fall, the harsh neon light outside the apartment window turned half the room into a brilliant red colour; Aron failed to notice, glued to various screens looking over countless data streams. His eyelids started to grow heavy, and headed to the kitchen to grab an energy drink. When he returned from the kitchen, Aron pulled a PDA from his front pocket; and on the screen was several surveillance camera images, showing live video from the police CCTV cameras located in streets around the apartment; It had been easy to hack the password on the CCTV systems all those weeks ago, Aron thought to himself. His eyes lazily glanced over the CCTV footage until something odd caught his eye: someone was running, being chased by a gang of people. Intrigued, Aron zoomed in on the scene, wondering what was happening. He watched as the person ran up the porch in front of a house, desperately trying to open the front door; but then the mob caught up with them, and Aron looked horrified at what happened next, staring in disbelief at what he was seeing. Aron dropped the PDA and dashed for one of the computers. Hands shaking, Aron hurredly typed in some computer code, finding the I.P. address of the local Police H.Q.. Aron made short work of the access pass codes, and hacked into the incident report mainframe inside the H.Q., to look for information in what was happening. Aron then started reading the reports for the last 24 hours; with words like 'devoured', 'zombie', 'out-of-control', frequent ocurring in the reports. Aron dashed for the heavy front door to the apartment, checking that the five locks on it were all secured....

[Al-Mumtaz]

"Thank you. Now I can walk by myself", Al said to the Turk.
I actually also is a mutated human. but what would happen if they knew?, Al thought while saw someone who had just saved his life.
"Where are we going now?", Al asked.

[Aima Tomeis]

"Thanks for the cover back there, Al." Mr. Turk sets the swordsman back on his feet, then reloads a fresh thirteen round magazine into his pistol. "I have a rendezvous set up with another survivor in the city center, that's where I'm heading."

Turk looks around and sees the horde closing in, fast.

"We'd better get moving, come on!"

[Birkaine]

OOC: Rules(This is non-canon)
Even a Birkaine was better than these guys.

It's Birkanian.

Not to mention Ice Teams and MOSEC squads would probably kill whole platoons of your army...

[Al-Mumtaz]

"Okay, I'll stay with you until I fully recover", said Al.
then, they both ran while still chased by zombie army.
when they're between 2 buildings, Al stopped.
"I will try to close the road by destroying this building", Al said to Turk.
Al then turned to the zombies and stuck his sword into the ground.
"Please hold them until I finish my spell! it takes a little time"
Then came a light from Al's body.

[Arivada]

Jack could see the town center.
“I am just about there! Hey the army has a helicopter here we can use it to get out of here!” Jack said looking at the helicopter on the radio. He had a pilot’s license to fly helicopters. Hopefully he could find a army copter. He was being chased by the zombies still. There was no way he could get to the copter so he found a fire escape where he could get to the top of a building. “There is no way to get to the copter. I am on a 2 story building; I will shoot a flare so you know where to head. The likes are you will see me.” He said climbing up the ladder. He dropped a grenade and it exploded. Killing a bunch of zombies. “Yes!”

[Norstal]

24 Hours ago: First Mate Ryan, 23:20. The Norsican Merchant Marine Vessel NSS Urals were running out of fuel and provisions. With only 20 miles of fuel left, Captain Hal decides to use the ship's GPS to locate the nearest seaport. The ships electrical generators must be preserved, so the Captain had to choose hastily before power ran out. Hardly thinking, he chose an Arivadian port city; I forgot its name. The city seems quiet, i can hear screams however, and odd growling noises. We had no choice however. We had to anchor the ship to a free port ourselves.

"This seems...dangrous doesn't it?" said one of the seamen
"Really now. With all the storms we endured, landing into a city is the most dangerous thing we did?" I said
"Err, good point sah. But this city. I think a riot is taking place. We should refuel quickly and leave immediately".
"Ditto"

On board was 10 hired private security. I think they're inexperienced at best. Cheapest of the cheap. Then again, i only learned how to wield a tiny pistol from the Merchants Marine. In case of the pirates, you know. There was no one in the harbor; we know something is wrong. We decided to bring what weaponry we have with us. It was only some old Glocks and MP5 SMGs, but we figured it was enough. As the Ship's First Mate, i had the honor of landing with some of the security guards. I took 5 of em and went to the harbormaster's office.

The office wasn't far off the ship. We entered the empty office, hearing the same funny growling noises we heard before we landed. Then they attacked. Killed one of the man it did. I shoot 3 times, frantically. IT was dead. What was IT? I do not know. We heard more growling noises, more shuffling, and more footsteps. Forgetting the fuel and provisions we need, I screamed "RUN YOU BLOODY FOOLS". I started running for the ship. When I got close, I told the guy to close the ramp quickly. Only 5 out of 6 of us survived...

Now:We're still holed up the in the ship. Don't know when we're gonna last, but its better than getting torn apart. It just hits me that they are infected humans. Or used to be anyways. They're zombies apparently. They tried climbing the hull of the ship, some even jumped far enough to reach the deck. Thankfully, we still have ammos left.

I decided to form another expedition. We will search for food and what little petrol we can gather. We will go during the day, as it seems a safer time to go out. Let's just see what happens.

OOC: Not sure if thats ok. I was just thinking of forming a possible ending.

[Al-Mumtaz]

after a few minutes, suddenly there was an explosion that destroyed the building and closed the way of the zombies were.
"For while we're safe, you just continue your journey." Al said to Turk
Suddenly from behind there is 1 zombie carrying a sword who jumped and attacked Al. Al quickly turned around and held him with a sword.
"This time, leave it to me. you just continue your journey."
Then Al and zombies were clashing swords.
Their ability equivalent to that no one has managed to hurt his enemy ..
this'll be hard

[Al-Mumtaz]

OOC : Try To Bump

[New Korean Union]

Col. Kwan Jin-Ol, of the New Korean Unions Specal Intelligence Agency (NKUSIA) gazed out of his Mil Mi-17 to the chaos below. The city was engulfed in flames, chaos and the undead. NKUSIA had conducted several inhumane tests on captured POWs regarding the creation of an undead soldier, so they had a basic understanding of this outbreak. NKUSIA had sent Kwan on this mission with a small unit of 10 highly trained operatives, to extract NKU officials from the embassy, and capture several undead to conduct tests on later. The government of Al-Mumtaz hadn't been alerted of this mission, however Kwan and his men kept a low profile, and hoped for a swift and easy mission.

Rounding the block where the NKU embassy was located, the helicopter landed just fourty yards from the building, unloading the soldiers, before taking off again. The unit, equipped with Type-79 SMGs proceeded toward the embassy, meeting no resistance.

"It's unusually quiet" began a private, "I figured there'd be hordes of those undead fucks"

"Do not jinx us, we still have to rescue every diplomat in the embassy, and hunt down two or three undead, capuring them alive" replied Kwan, with a sense of urgency in his voice.

Upon reaching the gates of the embassy, Kwan ordered private Kon to take point. The eerie silence and darkness demoralized the inexperienced group, constantly monitering their surroundings. Suddenly, a screech echoed through the complex, followed by three more, and four of the undead revealed themselves. One pounced on private Kon, ripping into his jugular, he let out a blood curdling scream. Kwan unloaded half a clip into the zombie, just as the other three surrounded their unit.

"We've got to take two of them alive" Kwan reminded his remaining troops. One of the undead charged, a sergant placed his bayonet forward, and stuck the zombie in the gut, holding him at bay. Two other soldiers wasted no time, and placed restraints on the struggling being. Kwan shot a zombie in the neck, ripping through its spinal cord, and decapitating it. Meanwhile three other soldiers flanked the final zombie, one threw a razor-wire lasso around its torso, incapacitating its upper body. The other two then placed a muzzle around its mouth, and restrained it in steel chains.

"Han, Rizzou, Sao ad Ri, take these two to he renzevous point, I'll alert Concord-2 (the Mil Mi-17) to pick you all up. Everybody else, with me!" commanded Kwan. The remaining 5 soldiers followed Kwan into the complex, to complete phase 2 of the operation. Inside, all the windows and doors, save for the front had bee barricaded. All clues pointed that the diplomats had fleed to the basement of the facility. Kwan and his soldiers busted the basement door opened, calling out for any surviors below. Silence. Two soldiers readied their weapons, and wondered down the lumbering stairs. The deep abyss that was the basement was completely silent. Shining their lights around, they soon found the most disturbing sight of their lves. Blood stained the walls, and several men and women littered the floors, they had been ripped apart. One soldier fell to the ground, and vomitted all across the floor. The two men could then hear the faint cry of what sounded like a little girl. They advanced yet farther into the vast basement, where the crying originated from. A little girl sat in the corner, sobbing and covered in blood, guts, and bite marks.

"Little girl, we are here to rescue you, please come with us" one of the men whispered in a comforting tone. She continued to sob. The other soldier touched her shoulder, which set her off. She turned around to reveal half of her face missing, and souless blood-shot eyes. The girl jumped onto the soldiers shoulders, took a massive chunk out of his throat and proceeded to gouge his eyes out with her bare hands. The second soldier fired bursts toward the gil, however he simply littered his comrade with lead. The girl jumped away into the darkness, while the sole soldier in the basement peered around, now terrified. He turned around, and began sprinting toward the stairs. He could see the light illuminatin from the top of the stairs, but then the light grew smaller and smaller, until it dissapeared all together. Kwan had shut the door, and barricaded it in order to save his remaining men. Sacrificing a few soldiers for the greater good of himself and his comrades seemed more satisfactory than risking an all out infection among his ranks. The soldier in the basement banged on the door, pleading to be let out, just as a second screech was heard from behind the door and a snapping sound.

"We've got to get the hell outta here!" hollered Kwan to his men. "Concord-2, we are nearing the extraction point, I repeat we are nearing the extraction point!" Kwan spoke into his walkie-talkie.

"Copy that, Concord-2 is nearing the point, we'll see you in a few Whiskey Bravo" replied the helicopters pilot. Kwan and his comrades made it to the point, and safely took off in the Mil Mi-17. Although they failed to save any of the diplomatic staff, they did manage to capture two infected for research. The helicopter drifted over the heart of the city, on a straight path toward the airstrip where they would be picked up by an NKU aircraft disguised as a commercial airliner.

All seemed to be going positively until a blip on the radar appeared. "Shit! We're gonna get painted" screamed the pilot into the intercom. A SAM missile fired from the center of the city was nearing the heli. The skilled pilot attempted evasive maneuvers to escape, however the missile proved dominant, and struck the helicopter. "We're going down, hold on!" spoke the pilot into the intercom to Kwan and his comrades. The heli rammed into a large building, and ultimately toppled to the ground. Kwan's vision began to slowly blur, he was drifting in and out of conciousness. Being smack dab in the middle of the city was the last place he and his men should be. Kwan would have to navigate throughout the city toward his destnation. With dwindling ammo, and limited men, this would be the greatest challenge of his military carreer. He examined his surroundings, only Kwan, Han and Ri remained. "We gotta get the hell out of this city, stat!" he said to his semi-concsious men. Between their illegal status in the nation, the undead, and hostile police forces the odds were stacked against the men. But they were elite, and the best trained men in the New Korean Union.

OOC: Anyone who wishes, can stumble upon Kwan and his remaining men. Whether you are hostile or friendly toward them is your decision.

[Belfras]

"Fucking run!" Julian yelled, among him being five others. His office clothes all but torn by the rampages of the day. Him and the group had been through alot and once numbered in the high 30s. "Don't stop!" the zombies were closing..

One hour earlier..

"Keep it down, pass that torch.." Ethan was trying to unscrew the power cabinet of the building, meanwhile people had gathered in the basement with an assortment of 'weapons'. Kitchen knives, lamps, stapel guns.. "And on top of that.." Julian sighed, having been formerly cataloging what they had "We have one sidearm with one bullet." People were crying, others were in shock. What the fuck is going on? Where is my wife? My son? My husband? These questions were common in the basement, people did not want to face reality that only two things existed outside of that door. Other survivors and them. A murderous, rage filled shadow of what once was a human being. Death itself had begun inhabiting people to whose souls have left for a better place.

"My luck to be in a country with no goddamn Belfrasian embassy." Julian made sattire of the situation "Suppose those.. Things.. will never stop until we're all goddamn Luthian-Fried Rice."
They had naught to eat, naught to drink. "Wait, your Belfrasian?" One man asked "I suppose the infection isn't anywhere in your nation is it!" The man had become hostile, perhaps reasonably "Belfrasians are drafted into the fucking army, for all we know your a spy to make sure your infection works!" The once quiet basement erupted into anger with those seeing reason and those blinded by their terror.

Yet still, in the loud basement, a blood gurgling scream from beyond the door made all quiet. "You gadda' be fuggin' kiddin!" A man nearest to the door yelled, before being flattened as a zombie manages to burst it off its hinges. The screams returned, this time in sheer panic. Where is that escape route that was promised? Oh god, oh god.. "Keep moving!" Julian yelled, the escape route indeed existing in the form of a ventilation shaft leading straight to the street. Although time was short, the survivor count was dropping every second as a zombie sunk its teeth hungrily into a person.

By the time Julian made it to t he surface, nothing was behind him save the stench of death and the nosies of the others feasting apoun the unfortunate. "Don't stop," Julian squarely tells the remaining five. They made their way down the otherwise empty boulevard, cars littered here and there. Not as many as those zombie movies, Julian thought.. But then, who'd stop in the middle of a goddamn boulevard when people are getting slaughtered? They figured they'd head out of the city, get to higher ground.. Julian wasn't stupid, he knew that the government will get rid of the infection no matter what.. Even if they didn't, other nations wouldn't allow the risk of zombies spreading to their homeland.

"Fucking run!" Julian suddenly bellowed, they had forgotten the tragic story behind them for a second too long. And were once being given chase.. Tally ho Julian thought. "The car!" Was yelled, and two split off. "Don't stop!" was yelled back in futility by Julian, him and the remaining three being of a smarter breed, the two that split off quickly being overwhelmed and torn apart on the spot. The blood seemed to calm the rest down, and what-for Julian thought.. They were free for now. And Julian knew exactly where they'd head next.

[Jurgenty]

OOC:Im guessing this is open to everyone, if not please ignore the rest of the post

15 year old Jurgentian Ronan had just arrived for a week long vacation with his parents. He had heard about the disease spreading but thought it would be alright since he had all his up to date vaccinations. He was on the way to their hotel when it happened, some mutated creature thing jumped through the front window of the bus, its splattered blood and organs splashed everyone in the front four rows, thank god he was in the second back row. During the incident the bus driver swerved the bus and flipped over, it came to a sliding halt a few hundred meters down the road. Ronan was knocked unconscious but survived...

Two days later he woke up a hospital bed, dressed in very comfortable pajamas, he had never worn pajamas before but the soft texture and warmth was making him regret it. He got out of the bed and walked curiously out into the hallway, it was his worst nightmare come true, blood was splattered on the walls and there were a few dead bodies slumped against them. The corridor was lit up only by two lights, one of witch flickered violently at the end of the corridor. He walked curiously into the next room, he found some surgical tool that was very sharp so he grabbed it, it offered him some protection. He walked cautiously down three flights of stairs and out the front door. The streets were the same as inside, bodies scattered, wrecked cars clogged the streets and total devastation looked like it had settled down for good. Ronan walked along the streets, still clinging onto the little surgical knife. He began to feel cold so he broke the window to a clothes shop he passed, the door was shuttered so he had no other choice. Fifteen minuets later he emerged from the same window wearing some camo cargo pants, a black t-shirt, and a light raincoat that had a very amusing amount of zippy pockets. He was also carrying a crow bar that he had found by some crates of clothes in the storage area. He kept walking along the streets of this strange city. After thirty minuets he began to get hungry. He stood up on top of an abandoned bus and looked for a café. A few hundred meters up he spotted a phone booth right outside a sub-way. "Two birds with one shell" he thought to himself. He began a slow jog up to the phone booth and tried to call his parents, thankfully the phone lines were still working but their was no answer. He walked into the sub-way and noticed another one of those mutant freak lunching on a heavily obese man. Ronan went stiff, he slowly raised the crow bar like a baseball bat and the zombie let out a scream before charging at him, Ronan took a swing and struck the zombie right in the jaw, almost tearing it off. Then he remembered something from a film he had watched, 'the double tap'(yeah, im referring to zombieland). He raised the crowbar and slammed it down on the zombies head. He was satisfied that it was now fully dead, but seeing the brain juice and blood splash out like the chili sauce he was going spread all over his sandwich put him off his appetite. He left the sub-way and saw a rolls royce phantom parked at the other side of the road, apart from being a bit dirty it was in perfect condition. He ran over to it and looked in the window "Jackpot!" he whispered to himself, not because the keys were in it but it was automatic, he couldn't drive a stick-shift yet. He opened the door and got in. As he sat there he took it all in, the light tan leather seats, the leg room, hundreds of fancy buttons.. Then he roared up the engine........