.:':.Osborn Killam.:':. <100%> { No injuries currently sustained }
Spotting another man he had not met yet walk into the room he turned to watch David go outside, patiently standing there in the lobby with John. "I hope things are okay..." no sooner did Obsorn speak that David returned, a little pale. Just the look on his face told Osborn everything, though he did not expect it to be so... horrific.
First thing they were told was that a landslide blocked off the cars and a tree fell over and got in the way of the only viable path out of the manor. Please let my car be okay... Osborn sighed, not having the money to buy a new car. But then if that was not enough David blurted out something about dead bodies, running off upstairs to wake up Krysta.
"W-wait what!?" He asked, looking back to David before he ran off towards Louise's room. Once there he repeatedly knocked on the door rapidly. "Miss Louise! Miss Louise!"
.:':.Suitcase.:':. .:':. 6 days worth of clothing, his laptop and necessary additions (plug, mouse, small keyboard), several USB keys (each labelled in a code consisting of numbers and letters), a very thick notebook with tons of chicken-scratch on it, pencil case (filled with many pens, pencils, erasers and sharpeners), bathroom utilities (tooth and hair brush, toothpaste, floss, retainer, shampoo, razor and shaving cream), cell-phone, music player, sun-screen, hand-cream, junk food (chips, chocolate and candy), water bottle, 14 books, switch-blade, Hand-gun /w ammo .:':. .:':.Carried.:':. .:':.Suitcase.:':. .:':.On Person.:':. .:':.Pen, notebook.:':.
Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 5:07 am
.:':.John De Luca.:':. <peak fighting condition>
John did not believe what the man just said "Are you guys retarded or something?" John puffed his smoke and open the front door to take a look outside. "Dead people don't........" John dropped the cigarette from his mouth in shock. He saw people with rotten flesh, eye's popped out, some where even missing a limb, crawling to the front door. John quickly went back in and closed the door.
"I-I-Impossible. This can't be real. I must be dreaming or something." John was sweating cold when he saw those dead people outside the door. John's mind went blank for a moment until one of it banged the door. John came back to his senses and locked the door. He barricaded the door with a couple of chairs and tries to hold the dead people off from coming inside the manor.
"This isn't a dream, it's a freaking nightmare!" John looked around but there was no one to help him hold them off. The two guys with him earlier went off to notify the other people inside the manor. "If someone has already been notified, I could definitely use that SOMEONE's HELP!" He shouted, hoping someone would hear him and help him.
.:':.On Person.:':. .:':. pack of mentholated cigarette, lighter, ring.:':.
<Dormant: [Previously injured ankles] [Previously injured knees] [Previously injured right hip] [Previously injured left shoulder]>
Krysta practically jumped out of her skin at the sound of tumbling and grinding stone and mud. She took a moment to take assessment of her position and when she was sure the room hadn't moved too badly from the barely shifted position of unsecured objects on flat surfaces she hurried over to her window, but it was already fogged by the freezing rain outside. Lifting the latch she raised the window and stuck her head out, her upper body to about mid torso immediately soaked with freezing rain, but in the dark with the water pelting her she could still see nothing. Krysta slammed the window shut and grabbed a towel to dry the worst of the water from her hair before stipping out of her pajamas and throwing them on the bed. With the towel draped around her shoulders and her body bare, Krysta rummaged around in her back pack for a roll of clothes, pulling out what looked like a 1/4th scale sleeping bag she tossed it on the bed and removed the rubber band. Rolling her clothes kept them from wrinkling from both folding and being tossed around in a backpack, as well as it kept them in smaller tighter bundles then folding could. As the dark-wash denim that made up the outer layer of the roll unfurled a dark green turtleneck blouse could be seen covered by a black camisol for added warmth and support, and then a clean bra and panties tucked in the middle of the bundle. Since everything was layered in order of closeness to the skin she grabbed what as on the top and started pulling on her clothes with wicked speed, gained from one too many tournaments where quick changes for different events was necessary.
By the time she heard David banging on her door she was already grabbing her raincoat and on impulse tucking her sai into her belt loops, the coat, hiding the long silver tips from view, they could be helpful in climbing if she needed them. Opening the door she faced David her hair soaked, "I'm ready to go check it out," she said before she caught sight of his drenched appearance and pulled the towel from around her neck to pass it to him, "Dry some of that water off before you catch something, and tell me what you found..." She said assuming from his pale appearance and dripping clothes he had already been outside and it wasn't good.
.:':.Carried.:':. .:':.Nothing.:':. .:':.Wearing.:':. .:':.Raincoat, (tucked under the raincoat and hidden from view) a pair of sai.:':. .:':.On Person.:':. .:':.Cell phone, cash, watch, lighter, dog tags, room key, promise ring.:':.
Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 8:46 am
There was no answer from Louise's room, only the sounds of the rain pounding and the frantic scutterings of the other people in the house. The door was a sturdy hardwood, knocking it down was no an option unless more people came to help and no sounds of stirring could be heard from the other side.
David took the towel from Krysta and dried as much of the wetness off he could. He looked at Krysta with his blue eyes that changed to a sickness. "We need to find away out of here.There a corpses out side, and they're not dead either." David looked towards the floor. He then heard the yell of the new guy down stairs. "We got to figure out how to keep them out, and what the hell's going on out here. That is why once we handle the small stuff we are asking Louise what's going on." David looking at Krysta with concern.
<Dormant: [Previously injured ankles] [Previously injured knees] [Previously injured right hip] [Previously injured left shoulder]>
Krysta heard a yell and for a minute her blood ran cold, before her common sense kicked in, "First of all those doors are at least four inches thick... you couldn't drive a car through them, so we're safe for now. And second... What the Hell are you talking about? You look a little fevered, did going out in that rain cook your brain?" She planted a hand on her hip and felt the hardness of the sai under her knuckles remembering in spite of her logic, the cold feel in her gut that twisted itself into fear a knot in her belly. "Regardless let's get down there and help."
.:':.Carried.:':. .:':.Nothing.:':. .:':.Wearing.:':. .:':.Raincoat, (tucked under the raincoat and hidden from view) a pair of sai.:':. .:':.On Person.:':. .:':.Cell phone, cash, watch, lighter, dog tags, room key, promise ring.:':.
.:':.Osborn Killam.:':. <99.98%> { Lightly bruised right arm }
Osborn stood there silently, waiting in the hopes that Louise was waking up and just going to the door first before speaking. But he could hear no movements on the other side, and surely she would have spoken up after hearing Osborn's panicked knocking. He once more tried again, slamming his hands on the door and calling for the innkeeper. Yet still, all he received was silence.
She's not reply- oh god, what if she's dead? No, no! Maybe... maybe she has hearing aids and just didn't hear me knock? Still though, that did not rule out the possibility that right now she was on the other side, dying or even dead. Louise was an elderly woman, even if she was sprightly hours ago, one bad meal or fall could easily do her in. Though he really hoped that she was just a sleep, because right now they were trapped and her suffering a heart attack or other ailment would leave them both stranded and struggling to keep someone alive.
Realizing he had no other choice, since walking away could mean her death if she was still living, Osborn backed away and readied himself to run forwards. He apologized for a second, aware that he was breaking down an expensive door to an expensive house. At least he thought that was what was going to happen. As he ran into it Osborn found that the door was like a brick wall made of wood and he instead slammed into it and stumbled back. He shook it off, trying again though the same result occurred.
"She really did take good are of the house..." he sighed, rubbing at his lightly bruised arm before looking down the hallway. "David, Krysta, someone! Ms. Louise isn't replying or opening her door!"
.:':.Suitcase.:':. .:':. 6 days worth of clothing, his laptop and necessary additions (plug, mouse, small keyboard), several USB keys (each labelled in a code consisting of numbers and letters), a very thick notebook with tons of chicken-scratch on it, pencil case (filled with many pens, pencils, erasers and sharpeners), bathroom utilities (tooth and hair brush, toothpaste, floss, retainer, shampoo, razor and shaving cream), cell-phone, music player, sun-screen, hand-cream, junk food (chips, chocolate and candy), water bottle, 14 books, switch-blade, Hand-gun /w ammo .:':. .:':.Carried.:':. .:':.Suitcase.:':. .:':.On Person.:':. .:':.Pen, notebook.:':.
Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 8:46 pm
David looked at Krysta and laughed. "I'm fine I just got the s**t scared out of me, but your right we should head down stairs and see what all the ruckus is." David said. David began walking slowly so Krysta could catch up to him and wall.
'I've seen dead people, even had to make some calls. But this is different.' David thought to himself as he continued to walk. "We're coming!" David shouted so the others could be aware Krysta and David were on their way.
<Dormant: [Previously injured ankles] [Previously injured knees] [Previously injured right hip] [Previously injured left shoulder]>
Krysta patted David on the shoulder as they were half way down the stairs, "Sounds like Osborn needs a hand, I'll go help him, you head down to John." She turned and trotted over to Osborn and listened to him, "Well damn. There is probably a spare set of keys down stairs, it looked like each peg held a pair of keys for each room, or she might have just been stacking them two deep." Nibbling her lower lip she shrugged, "Come on, let's head down to the main desk and see if there are extras..." She laid a hand on his shoulder and was about to say something soothing when she heard the shattering of glass.
.:':.Carried.:':. .:':.Nothing.:':. .:':.Wearing.:':. .:':.Raincoat, (tucked under the raincoat and hidden from view) a pair of sai.:':. .:':.On Person.:':. .:':.Cell phone, cash, watch, lighter, dog tags, room key, promise ring.:':.
Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 8:27 am
.:':.EVENT.:':. The sound of shattering glass sounded throughout the house, the large foyer windows to the room left of the main door and in the sunroom, to the right of the main door shattered much more easily then the solid wood doors. Even on the second floor the unoccipied room five and from the far side of the door in Louise's room, the sound of shattering windows could be heard as the corpses climbed over each other to the windows, not so far from the ground now that the collapsed hill had added height.
Where Krysta and Osborn stood, stumbling out of the empty bedroom half way down the hall came the first creature, sliced to ribbons by the shards of glass he had just emerged through, with more moans issuing from the bedroom beyond.
John and David were faced with shambling courpses coming at them from the right as the already open foyer door was pushed, and they shuffled forward. The sunroom to the left had it's door both shut and locked but the sound of slamming on the far side of the door could be heard, the beating of an ominous drum.
((You can auto kill any zombie you like in any way you like, but please remain in the world of reality, injuries are expected eventually once exahustion sets in, but for now, with the first rush of adrenaline, you are at your ideal peak so far as your pain receptors and reflexes are concerned. Please refrain from killing 'all the zombies' attacking your party and leave a few for the character with you, but if after two days they have not replied you are free to attack again and kill the rest off.
I won't ask people not to 'drag' others away from the scene, to those dragging, try not to do it too often, since it is controlling another character, and to those being dragged, bear in mind you are being removed from a dangerous situation and try not to mind it too much. Avoid 'dragging' for at least 2 days so the person has a chance to reply and go along willingly. And above all. Have fun!))
David looked at the morbid men a women coming through the window slowly tripping over each other. "What the hell is going on here?" David said looking around the room. David saw a coat rack next to the door and picked it up, and stood ready for attack. As one of the zombies came close, David swung and smacked the corps in the rips. The zombie continued to walk towards David and John, moaning and growling. "Get the hell away from me!" David shouted, swing the rack once more. The rack now hit the zombie in the head; with force to put it down for good. David then began to bash at the zombies head to make sure it stayed dead. 'Damn that was only one." David said starring at the small group, still struggling to get through the window and off each other from the floor.
Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 11:12 am
.:':.John De Luca.:':. <peak fighting condition>
John had stopped holding off the chairs that is barricading the main door when he noticed that the banging had stopped. "Could those things have given up on trying to get inside?".
John stumbled backwards due to his exhaustion from trying to hold off the main door. "I've only gotten myself into deeper trouble trying to escape. I guess there's nothing really good from running away. But in this case, running away would be a really good situation." He scratched the back of his head and took a cigarette from his pocket "Could things get any worst?" He whispered to himself. Before he could lit his cigarette, He heard the shattering of windows from the two rooms across the entry hall.
John stood up and walk towards the sunroom, he slowly turned the doorknob, hoping the horrors outside had not entered the manor. He slightly opened the door just enough to take a peek inside, and to his dismay, the dead had already entered the manor "Me and my big, fat, mouth." He murmured to himself.
John slowly closed the door and piled it with end tables and a couple of chairs. He was planning to do the same thing on the other room, but he was too late. A small group of zombies had made it into the entry hall. He grab one of the end tables and hit the zombie with it.The zombie fell down, but it easily stood up as if it didn't feel anything. "What the hell?!"
Two more zombies was heading his way as he tried to push back the zombie that he just hit. John just kept hitting and pushing again and again until the end table finally broke. Holding the leg of what was left of the end table, he just slowly walked backwards until his back was against the wall. Knowing not what do, his voice trembling in fear and the pleading expression on his face saying please spare, don't kill me, I beg of you. "I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" he shouted.
With a blink of an eye, his presence changed. He suddenly smiled as he stab the zombie in the head, using the leg of the end table like it was a knife. As he stabbed the remaining zombies in the entry hall, he was laughing, as if he was having fun.
.:':.On Person.:':. .:':. pack of mentholated cigarette, lighter, ring.:':.
David looked at John and raised a brow. 'Does he think this is a game?' he thought to himself. David looked at the window the dead had come through; and saw that a few more had gotten up from the ground. "Come on." he said sweating and a little nervous. As one got closer David used the range of the coat rack to his advantage, and pushed the zombie back. Then he swung the rack nearly knocking the head of the monster off its shoulders.
As the dead feel to the ground the second one dropped and started to eat what little meat was left on the first. "That's pretty gross." David said looking away. "We got to find a way to board the windows" David shouted
Posted: Fri Oct 18, 2013 7:23 pm
.:':.Osborn Killam.:':. <99.98%> { Lightly bruised right arm }
It had happened all so fast.
Down the hall Osborn could hear John screaming to help, the loud sounds of something banging against the door echoed its way through the manor. For a brief second Osborn moved to answer his call, already pulling away from the door. But then he could hear Krysta running down the hall, without David. He could only assume from the noises up ahead that he had gone to attend to John while Krysta met up with Osborn to help him.
"Good point. We should hurry. And what the hell is that"
Then it happened. With a loud shattering of windows down by the sun room, the manor was quickly swarmed with the dead. Down the hall, David and John seemed to be struggling against the flesh-eating beasts, but that was the least of Osborn's concerns. For just a couple of doors down from them a horde of their owns decaying monsters crashed out of the room, flopping to the ground in a pile and carelessly attempting to stand.
His mouth was agape at the sight, eyes wide with horror in an attempt to decipher what he was looking at.
It's just a guy in a costume...
At the others still struggled to rise, one had successfully stood and wandered down the hall. bloodstained from wounds created by walking through sharp glass.
This is a huge prank like on TV...
It stumbled along, a low and feral moan emanating from its open mouth.
And before I know it, some guy will burst out screaming "Gotcha!" before I do anything stupid...
Shakily, Osborn reached out for the nearest thing he could use as a weapon; a candelabra used more for decoration now than to light the hallway. The zombie was now only a couple of meters from them, still advancing despite a broken ankle.
Please, someone just come out and yell surprise...
Osborn raised the candelabra above his head. It was nearly upon them.
Please...
Unwilling to delay a second longer he slammed the candelabra against its head, sending the creature into the wall. When it still moaned he repeatedly bashed the creature in the head, in time opening up its skull and then crushing what remained of its decayed brain into a pile of foul smelling mush. When it ceased to move and slumped to the floor, lifeless as it should have been he stood there. The zombies down the hall were still taking their time, though it wouldn't be long before they were upon them.
"Oh god..." Osborn leaned his body to the wall, legs shaking. "What have I done..."
.:':.Suitcase.:':. .:':. 6 days worth of clothing, his laptop and necessary additions (plug, mouse, small keyboard), several USB keys (each labelled in a code consisting of numbers and letters), a very thick notebook with tons of chicken-scratch on it, pencil case (filled with many pens, pencils, erasers and sharpeners), bathroom utilities (tooth and hair brush, toothpaste, floss, retainer, shampoo, razor and shaving cream), cell-phone, music player, sun-screen, hand-cream, junk food (chips, chocolate and candy), water bottle, 14 books, switch-blade, Hand-gun /w ammo .:':. .:':.Carried.:':. .:':.Suitcase.:':. .:':.On Person.:':. .:':.Candelabra.:':.
John looked at David with a slightly tilted head and smiled "This is fun, is it not?"
John stood up and once again looked at David "I don't care what you do, as you long as you let me have my fun." Then John laugh hysterically as he continued to slaughter the other zombies
.:':.On Person.:':. .:':. pack of mentholated cigarette, lighter, ring.:':.
