Zombie Bullshit

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It's finally happened. The Zombie Apocalypse has arrived. A bite will turn you into one of them, if you're lucky enough to get away with just that. The government has fallen, more than half of the population is dead. There is nobody to rely on but yourself. So watch your back, bitches.

Name:
Age:
Weaponry:
Supplies:
Appearance:
Other:

Name: Jezebel Langley
Age: 20
Weaponry: Some kitchen knives and baseball bat.
Supplies: A lot of bottled water, dried food and a small bottle of vodka.
Appearance:
Other: Life's a bitch.

Name: Calloway Fielding
Age: 21
Weaponry: Standard hand gun and a cleaver.
Supplies: Fully stocked First Aid kit.
Appearance:
Other: Damn zombies ate my parents.

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Name:
Kimberly Ann Jenks
Age:
19
Weaponry:
I have my brother's old baseball bat and my father's jeep, not to mention the whole drawer of steak knives from my old home. That's about it.
Supplies:
Packs upon packs of Meals Ready to Eat -- MREs -- because my father was a military man and kept them in the house at all times. I also have blankets, six or so first aid kits I've 'borrowed' from old grocery and pharmacy stores, and a lot of bags of food and snacks I've gotten from the same places.
Appearance:



Name:
James Christopher Bentson
Age:
Twenty-three
Weaponry:
Bitches, I got a pistol. And about fifteen other firearms.
Supplies:
A shitton of water, some old clothes from the mutlitudes of siblings I had, a ton of shellings and guns I've found from abandoned gun stores.
Appearance:

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Bloody Zombies.
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Jezebel
So, the whole 'zombie apocalypse' thing hasn't been making life too easy right now. As well as most of the world's population dying out, there are murderous undead creatures roaming the streets and diseases spreading like wildfire. The people that are left alive are mostly going insane. Which is why I'm kind of glad I ran into Cal, Kim and James. They're definitely the kind of people you want around you in these kinds of situations. Cal was a medical student before the whole zombie thing so he's pretty good at patching people up if they get hurt. Kim's got a house in the middle of nowhere so that's safe, as well as a jeep and basically a shitload of supplies. And James is fucking crazy and beats the shit out of any zombie he sees and he isn't dead yet so that must count for something.

Cal
After arriving at Kim's house when we'd all decided it would be best to stick together, we thought re-enforcing the house might be a good idea. I mean, we didn't really want zombies randomly smashing through the windows. So we were currently making up plans on how to fortify the place; cover all windows, block doors but never lock them in case we need to get out, no lights on at night, try not to make ourselves too noticeable. Just general, standard zombie-avoiding protocol.

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Kim
I entered the living room, my arms ladden with bottles of water and bags of MREs. "You just put the meal packet in the heater packet and pour some water in it. It'll heat up itself," I explained as I passed out the meals and water to everybody in the room. I finally handed Calloway his packet and sat awkwardly on my couch. I'd just run into the small, motley crew when I'd run into town to see if there was any more water or food I'd left there. I'd almost smashed in James's face with my brother's old baseball bat.

James
I sighed and looked at the meal. It looked far less than appetizing, but it was food and these days it was difficult to come by food that was actually damn good. This seemed passable, though. "Thanks," I told the girl, Kimberly, and opened the pack of food.

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Jezebel
"Thanks," I said quietly, leaving mine on the coffee table. It hadn't been long since I'd eaten and I didn't want to waste food, no matter how much of it there was. I was contemplating what would happen if zombies were to burst in now and bit all of us. I'd probably shoot as many of them as possibly before myself. Certainly this three; I wasn't about to let them parade around being zombies.

Cal
"You should eat. Keeps your blood sugar up. More energy," I nodded at Jezebel. She just gave me a slightly scary look so I concentrated very much on my food. I was really hungry, anyway, since I hadn't eaten for a full 24 hours.

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Kimberly
I bit my lip and looked between the three of them -- Jezebel, refusing to eat her meal for whatever reason; Cal, meticulously heating his food and splitting the packages without tearing anything unnecessarily; and finally there was James, ripping the heating packet open and barreling into the food like it was a living thing trying to run from him.

James
About halfway through my hearty meal (harharhar) I looked up at the girl, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. "So," I said, looking at her a little suspiciously. there weren't many people still actually living in their own homes anywhere anymore, so I actually had a reason to be wary of her. "What's your story, kid?"

Kimberly
"I'm not a kid," I said quickly, sighing and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I don't think any of us could be considered kids anymore. My dad was a Master Sergeant in the Navy, my mother a nurse at the doctor's clinic in town, and I had a little brother three years younger than me. My mom was the first to go. A horde got her and the other nurses at the free clinic they set up in what used to be the doctor's offices, about three months after the infections became widespread." I took a deep breath and glanced off, out the window, then back to the three in front of me. "Then my baby brother. He wouldn't stay in the house like we'd told him to. Kind of thought it was a game, I guess, though I couldn't see why. They got him and our dog Cheyenne in our very backyard." I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, not even wanting to relive the last bit of my story. "My dad," I said, my voice breaking, "He got caught in --"

James
"Look, kid," I said, shaking my head. She looked fit to go into hysterics any time now, so I'd taken it upon myself to end her misery. "We got it. You don't need to go through it again." She nodded silently at me, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees and her hand covering her mouth, looking away. I looked away awkwardly and poked at the remains of my food.

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Jezebel
I watched Kim as she told her story. Very emotionally unstable at this point. She better not freak out if a zombie comes along. I swear to god I am not dying because some girl is having a heart attack over zombies because they killed her family. I won't have it.

Cal
"My parents were killed by the zombies," I nodded, eating my food carefully. "Right at the beginning. Mom got dragged away by some because she went outside to see what was going on and then Dad followed her. He said they'd be back but they're either dead or zombies themselves now," I said, shrugging slightly.

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Kimberly
I looked between them. Jezebel seemed like she didn't like me very much, and it kind of hurt. I always did hate it when people didn't like me. I sighed and crossed my legs over each other and looked at Calloway, who I'd already decided wasn't completely...here, mentally, and then at James, who seemed to be both the child and adult of their group. "My father's not dead. Or turned, really, as far as I know." I looked at them, and put my hair over my shoulder, an old habit.

James
I raised my eyebrows at this new girl, shoveling the travesty of a dessert I had been provided with into my mouth. "Ouffmph?" I said, frowning.

Kimberly
I looked at James, wincing and pointing to the end of my mouth. He had a large glob of cherry filling there. "Uhm, no, as far as I know he's still alive and human. A group came and practically kidnapped him from me. He'd told me to hide when he saw their SUV coming up the field, so I watched through the crack in my door as they bound and gagged him and literally carried him through the door." I picked at one of my fingernails until stopping myself, clutching my hands into fists. "That was about a week and a half ago, actually. I can't stay in this house. I want to go with you guys," I said. "I've got blankets, water, a ton of MREs, my mother's cooking knives, the scanner-radio, and a crapload of first aid kits I got from the grocery store after The Drop." The Drop was what I'd heard people on the survivors' radio call the falling of the government three months ago. It had become habit for me to call it that; it seemed fitting.

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Jezebel
"We don't even know where we're going yet," I said, shaking my head. "And we aren't going anywhere until we have some kind of plan. So for now we're staying here," I said, turning around from the window I'd been looking out of to see them all. Considering the kind of people I could have gotten stuck with, this lot wasn't so bad. They had supplies, at least. And if they really got on my nerves they could always be zombie bait if I needed to get away.

Cal
"But here is dangerous," I said, bobbing my knee up and down and tapping my fingers together. Fidgeting was a habit of mine. "What if the zombies come here? We'll be stuck in here. There are lots of them. They could probably cover the whole perimeter. So we'll either be zombies or dead. I'd prefer dead, really, because if I'm a zombie then I'm going to be going around killing people and being brain dead and all that and zombies aren't really that attractive and they're kind of scary and I don't want to end up eating some little kid or something so I'd rather be dead. If zombies come will one of you shoot me?"

Jezebel
"If you don't shut up I'm going to shoot you anyway. Whether the zombies are here or not," I muttered. Great. He's insane. So I have a girl who's going to shit herself as soon as we're under attack, a mentally insane person who's going to snap eventually, and a batshit crazy guy who's going to try shooting everything and will probably kill us all in the process. Maybe they weren't the best people to be stuck with. And I really could have done without all the effort it was going to take to keep them all alive. I was only out for myself in the first place; my mother and sister were out grocery shopping when the whole zombie thing blew up and they were killed. I'm assuming so, at least. As soon as I found out what was going on, I grabbed what I thought would be useful and left the house, trying to get as far away as possible from anything undead as my legs would take me. I'd encountered maybe one or two people before now but they all looked slightly deranged so I hadn't really stopped for them. I wasn't helping strangers. The only reason I was with this lot was because I was starting to run out of supplies and they all seemed to have some. This house was better than what I could have hoped for, though, so I was staying here for a while.

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Kimberly
I watched Jezebel as she seemed to be internally ranting. "You think I'll be incompetent, don't you? At fighting them?" I got up, unclenching my jaws and sighing, walking around to stand behind the couch. "I can fight damn well enough for myself." I spun on my heel, walking back into the kitchen. The windows were sturdy, reinforced glass -- as they had been since my father had built it ten years ago. This house was safe. But it wasn't impenetrable. It required maintenance, and when my father had been here he had taken care of that. I had no clue what this maintenance was. I had to leave the house soon or its decreasing security would soon be the death of me. I sighed again and looked through the window, and immediately called out, "Get to the Jeep!" A huge group of the undead were on the edge of the field; they had not yet noticed the house or us within it because their legs were dragging, their arms limp at their sides, their gate slow and labored. I quickly moved to the living room, picking up two boxes of the MREs, and turning to the other three. "Help me get these into the Jeep. They're out there. We need to move." I moved quickly out of the house to the Jeep, throwing the boxes into the back of it. I sprinted back into the house to get two more of the remaining ten boxes. James was helping me, the damn show-off sporting four boxes at once. He tossed them into the back and looked at me. "Get whatever else we'll need that you've got," he said quickly. "I'll get these boxes." I nodded at him and ran through the house, getting as many blankets as I could, the first aid kits I'd gotten from town, and shoved them into the backseat. James now had the trunk filled with boxes. "Water, there's bottled water in the kitchen," I told him, and he disappeared behind the arc at the room's entrance. I opened the drawer filled with my mother's cooking knives and pulled it out of its place, carrying the entire thing to the car. I set it on the backseat's floorboard.

James
"Get into the car, bringing our shit," I yelled at the other two. I checked out the window. About half of the horde was moving much more limberly toward the house, interestedly. I swore loudly and picked up two of the large packs of water, and the opened one Kimberly had already been using. It would last us for a while. It would have to. I put the water behind the meals in the back and looked back out at the undead. Fuck. I slid my gun from my back pocket and shot the two both in their heads, watching as they fell to the ground. They were just in front of the house, nearing the kitchen window.

And let the horde come as it would.

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Jezebel
I watched the slowly approaching zombies for half a minute, going through a quick mental check list in my head of the pros and cons of just running off with whatever I could carry and leaving this lot. There wasn't really anywhere I could run off too, though, so I decided here was better. I jumped up, grabbing the remaining boxes and my bags, pulling Calloway up from where he was sat on the sofa, mumbling to himself and rocking back and forth. I dragged him out to the jeep despite his protests, put the boxes and bags inside and then shoved him inside. He wasn't going to be much use bringing stuff out if he was panicking. "Do you have any weapons?"

Cal
I looked at her, glaring. I was safer inside than I was here. Why was I in here? Why had she put me in here? "Answer me!" she shouted, pulling me forward by the shoulder of my shirt. I glared some more and pulled my handgun out of my pocket, showing her so she'd let me go. "Can you use it?" she asked. I just nodded. "Good. Don't move. Shoot anything that gets too close that isn't us." And then she ran back inside. I sat in the jeep, amidst boxes of supplies, under threat from zombies, holding a gun and wishing I was dead. But I was supposed to be guarding the jeep from zombies. It wouldn't be fair on the others if they overran and it and took the supplies and killed the other three. Apart from Jezebel. She was mean. She practically deserved to be a zombie.

Jezebel
I ran back inside after moving Calloway and leaving him in the jeep, hoping he'd at least be able to keep the supplies safe while the rest of us packed stuff in the jeep. They were all grabbing stuff like water and food, but we were going to need other things. I ran to the kitchen and started emptying cupboards, gathering candles and matches. In the back of cupboards I also found an old water purifier that I wasn't sure worked or not but was probably worth taking with us, a 4-pack of Epinephrine pens and a small tool box with a screwdriver, wrench, pliers, hammer and screws inside. I put all of the stuff except the water purifier into the toolbox, grabbed one of the boxes of water bottles off of the kitchen floor and ran back through the house, and out to the jeep. The zombies were closing in quite quickly, and James had already shot two of them. Why they happened upon this place was beyond me; it was so far secluded from the world it was a wonder these people got mail. I shoved all of the stuff into the back of the jeep (near Calloway, who was muttering to himself again) and moved back to see where the zombies were. They were practically in the house now, and some where getting quite excited about the prospect of human flesh as they moved towards us. "I think it might be time to go," I suggested, moving forwards and pulling my baseball bat out of the holder I'd made that went across my back. One of the zombies lunged forwards, and it's face met my bat. The head, only loosely attached anyway, popped off it's shoulders and went flying into the bushes. At least taking their heads off wasn't too hard.

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James
I spun around and shot a zombie behind Jez, grinning at her as I passed and hopped over the zombie's now-completely-dead, twitching body. "Sorry bout that, beautiful," I said, chortling and punching a zombie in the back, only effectively disarming it long enough to shoot it before it reached Jezebel's back, which she currently wasn't watching.

Kimberly
I sprinted to my brother's bedroom, grabbing his baseball bat. I hesitated for a split-second when I caught sight of his MP3 player on his computer desk, but I shoved it and his earphones into my pocket. I sprinted out to the hallway again, startled by the presence of a zombie right in front of me. I gave a shocked cry before blindly swinging at its head, which ricocheted off his neck to hit both walls and roll off to the side. The body fell limply against the wall, and I jumped over it, out into the open. Another zombie came at me and I swung at it like the first. It fell to the ground, dead. I looked around, noticing that they were all crowding in around us. Desperately, I screamed, making my voice as high-pitched as possible. The zombies nearest us reacted first, clutching their weirdly deformed hands over their ears. I screamed louder, higher, and their mangled legs carried them away from us. Within seconds, the field was graveyard-silent. I leaned on the baseball bat, exhausted. "We need to go. That'll only hold them off for a bit. Get in the Jeep."

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Jezebel
"They're getting faster. Have you noticed that?" I said, a little bit out of breath because of the effort of whacking zombies heads off. "They were slow at the beginning. Of the whole thing, I mean, not just now. They were slow at moving but now they're getting faster," I frowned. The zombies getting faster was definitely a problem for us. For one, if they carried on getting faster it was going to be harder for us to get away from them. As well as that, if they attacked us in groups, they were going to be harder to fight off. Basically, this wasn't looking good for us at all.

Cal
"Are they all gone?" I said, sticking my head out of the jeep. "That scream was loud. It scared them off though. Is that one dead?" I asked, pointing at a twitching zombie body on the floor. It looked kind of weird. Weirder than a zombie I mean. It was bleeding dark red, almost black gooey stuff that was pretty much congealed blood and it's eyes were rolled into the back of it's head. The congealed bloody stuff was coming out of it's nose and mouth; drowning in it's own blood. The shot that hit it probably hit an artery and punctured the lung.

Jezebel
"Of course it's dead. It'd be trying to eat you if it wasn't," I said, climbing into the jeep. It was a little bit cramped because of all the supplies we were bringing but they were necessities so we'd have to deal.

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Kimberly
"That's easy to explain," I said as I started the jeep. "Fuck, the gas. We've got a full tank and this is a hybrid, but we'll need more. There's a few buckets behind the house. I'll get them," I said, leaving the car running. It would waste more gas to restart it, anyway, so I sprinted to the back of the house and got the full gallon-tankards of gasoline. I loaded them into the back of the jeep as well as I could, pushed the boxes out of the way of the rearview mirror's sighting, all the while looking around spastically to make sure no zombies were nearing again. When I'd finished I practically lept back into the driver's seat, noticing James had gotten into the jeep's passenger seat. "Their muscles, it's the key to their movement, obviously. The newer ones are still slow, if you notice -- the one's who've been infected since the Breakout are inhumanly fast, by now, I'd wager. They get stronger by the day. It's shit for us, though," I breathed out, spinning the jeep around and going at a reasonable speed down the highway that ran past my house.

James
"That makes sense," I said, leaning back in the seat and digging a cigarette from my pocket, along with my old lighter. I lit it and took a long drag. "Fuck those zombies," I breathed out with the smoke.

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Jezebel
"We have to stay as far out of sight as possible," I said, running a hand through my hair. "Take off-road wherever you can. If they're inhumanely fast then they're not going to have much trouble keeping up with a jeep." Fuck fuck fuck. This whole situation was just getting worse. And we weren't exactly inconspicuous, four people in a jeep full of supplies. Oh shit, what if we went past people and they want us to stop for them and help? We can't do that. We really can't. "Don't stop for anyone either."

Cal
I watched out of the window as we drove, toying with the gun in my hands. How easy it would be to shoot us all and get it over with. I could even light a match and torch the gasoline tanks in the back. But I'm not quite ready to die yet, I decided. I at least wanted to find out about my parents. Were they dead? Alive? Zombies? If they were dead, tough shit, I was joining them. Alive, we wouldn't last much longer. Zombies, they were dead and so was I. Either way, I wasn't staying alive for long.