[BP]Team Tallahassee: Zombie Killin' Warriors (Survivor ORP)

[Orestae]

****OOC NOTES ABOUT TEAM TALLAHASSEE****

Hello, Survivors.

Nata had the awesome idea of students banding together in survivor teams (to avoid going up one on one against the ZOMBIE HORDE). So we're staring up Team Tallahassee, a team of surviving students devoted to helping one another live through this ******** insanity until they are rescued. Because they're going to get rescued.. right? Because they're not all already dead... right? GOD DAMN YOU AND YOUR TANTALIZING HINTS ROSE.

The point of this is just to have fun with the survivors, make some fun RPs for our zombie brethren to mercilessly invade, and form new relationships with characters you never got to RP with. Before we all DIE HORRIBLY.

This survivor team is open to any survivors who want to join, but we thought it might be fun to have a series of Team RPs. Locker raids, food searches, attempts to search the school for any other survivors, etc. Andeon and Mackenzie will be heading up this team. We thought it would be awesome to have some organization on the side of the survivors to make some of the RPs more interesting.

If you want to join, just post your character coming into the classroom where they serve as HQ. This opening RP should just be formulating a plan, getting organized, and ******** bonding over their shared losses and bunched panties.

Booze will be provided.

Team Tallahassee Missions

You won't be “given” an assignment by anyone OOCly (unless you want to?), but there's a ton of stuff that the leaders of TT would be assigning people ICly. Among these are:

-Searching the lockers for food
-Searching the cafeteria and kitchens
-Zombie patrol of the halls while the rest of the team is sleeping in shifts
-Scouting the campus for other survivors
-Spying on zombie activity
-Making a giant ******** rock sign on the lawn that says HELP US WE'RE GOING TO ******** DIE GOD DAMN YOU GUYS WTF GET THE ******** DOWN HERE SOMEONE CALL THE ******** COAST GUARD

The Rules of Team Tallahassee (These are written on the chalkboard, and get broken a lot, I'm sure)

1. ******** Speaking Softly, Where's My Big Stick?: Every member of Team Tallahassee is expected to carry some sort of weapon. Keep in mind that this needs to be something you can make out of what's in the school. Jump ropes from the gym, a yard stick from a classroom, a piece of wood with a nail in it that you pulled out of the dorms. Whatever.

2. No Man Left Behind: You do not abandon your teammates unless they are very clearly dead. If a member of TT is in mortal peril, you are expected to do what you can to save them, just like they're expected to do their best to save you. However, if they have been ripped in half, impaled, mauled, had their trachea eaten by a zombie, or are otherwise quite clearly dead, then JUMP, GYPSY and get the hell out of there.

3. Nobody Goes Out Alone: When you leave the base camp (also know as a math classroom on the first floor), you leave with a partner. Why? Because there's ******** ZOMBIES. Sure, they say they're good zombies. Sure, some of them look normal. But you know what? Andeon has seen 28 Days Later, and the only good zombie is a dead zombie.  

[Orestae]

“ZOMBIES COMIN' UP THE HILL! ZOMBIES COMIN' UP THE HILL!”

One might have taken Andeon a bit more seriously if he were not sprinting across the grounds in nothing but a pair of wooly socks and the same Megatron boxers he'd been sleeping in the night that Barren Pines had burnt down. His arms waving wildly, hair undone from it's typical ponytail, Andeon looked quite the perfect picture of exactly what he was; a ******** zombieland survivor, fighting for his life against the mindless horde. Except he had yet to see the zombie flick where the main character happened to be carrying two bottles of vodka and a backpack full of salvaged snack food.

The school itself stood as their only sanctuary, their belongings and memories destroyed in the blaze that ravaged the dormitories and claimed the lives of damn near half the student body. Andeon raced up the steps with his pilfered food, through the abandoned halls and into the classroom that served as headquarters for a small, ragtag group of human survivors. He kicked the door closed just as Snuzzles scuttled in behind him.

“There wasn't much,” he said breathlessly, setting the bottles upon a vacant desk, the backpack into the chair, “The kitchen has been damn near cleaned out – I bet those p***y teachers took it when they left.”

Andeon's heart sank at the thought. Miss Johnson was gone. She had just.. abandoned them. Abandoned him! Would he ever again see those long, milky legs? Those red, luscious lips? Andeon thought not, grumbling as he began re-barricading the door. The desk legs squealed horribly against the linoleum as he dragged them one by one, securing the flimsy lock as he inspected the rest of the barricades. There were bookshelves stacked against the windows, duct tape covering the ventilation systems.

Sarcasm was Andeon's default response to... well, anything. He slumped down next to Mackenzie, unzipping the backpack that held what little food he had been able to salvage. There were snack-size packets of Cheez-its and Snickers bars, a few Lunchables, and an assortment of other things that he'd found in various parts of the kitchen. He tossed them into the small stockpile along with a few bottles of water; they had enough to last them a couple of days. Maybe less, if other survivors showed up.  

[OP-Yuna]

Billy had been sitting on the floor of the room when Andeon came in. After the fire, Billy had returned inside to see what he could salvage of his belongings. Some of his paintings were ruined, but he was now holding tight to a few that he managed to salvage. In a moment of clarity when he'd been scouring his room, he'd found his stash of jerky from under his mattress, and one of those little six packs of tiny boxed cereal...it was already minus one.

Now here he was, holed up in a room with a few other survivors, with his maroon colored Snuggie, a few paintings, his pocket knife, a lighter, and his uniform pants and undershirt to his name. His eyes seemed empty as he tried to take everything in. First he'd been reeling from the death of his girlfriend, but now they had Zombies on their hands...
He didn't know whether to count himself lucky or not...he had some of his stuff, and his life....for now. But........how long before that came crumbling down? Even his arrogance and pride couldn't save his image now. All those who were currently surviving were on the same level, sharing the same goal. Damn it all.... Billy didn't like being on the same level with these people...

When Andeon entered, Billy merely looked up. He offered no other response than the deadpan stare of rosey colored eyes through silver hair.  

[Iris_virus]

((Lucas is... debatebly a good or horrible addition to the team. As a plus, he's played like.. every zombie videogame there is and he's hellbent on monster obliteration, as opposed to hiding or anything. As a negative.. he's kind of got a screw loose right now. XD If you guys think ICly the other characters would try to kick him out, then by all means do! I will not be offended in the least. heart ))

-He'd known it was coming. In fact, he'd expected it to occur MUCH earlier. Why it took the zombie a few days to show up.. who knew, but as Lucas watched the undead bodies of his fellow students mill about the from his perch in the less than safe remains of the second floor he ran through scenarios in his head.

These zombies were weird. Not super ridiculously slow, aggressive, or stupid which tended to be the norm. He still cringed at his folly earlier that morning, assuming that the beasts would be too stupid to use the stairs like they tended to be in Resident Evil. They could climb.. open doors.. manipulate items. He even thought he'd heard one talk, which was particularly unsettling. Talking was how you knew for sure that your buddy wasn't a zombie usually. If that was gone...

Stepping back into the charred room, he shoved his makeshift bedsprings 'door' away from the doorway, peeking cautious before he entered the hallway. After ransacking a hall full of rooms earlier he'd found enough unburned clothing to cover himself and a couple nice 4x4s that hadn't been too badly charred. But hunks of wall bracing would only take someone so far in a zombie invasion.

As of yet it seemed any of the good weapons weren't presenting themselves.. guns.. arrows.. chainsaws. But Lucas knew that an aluminum bat was a far better choice than his pieces of wood.

He kept close to the walls, carefully tiptoed down the remains of stairs. And off towards the gymnasium he preceded, bat held precariously in mid swing as he cruised along, stopping only when he heard voices.

Survivors? Or could the zombies really talk? Either way... survivors could be useful, one could have the key to the objective or feed him the right info he needed. A safe someplace maybe. A secret hallway he needed to find. And zombies... well.. if he could sneak up on a few and take them out now that'd be less he'd have to worry about later.

Food? Well the words seemed human. Pausing at the door, he tightened his grip on his weapon, stepping through the doorway as his eyes scanned the area. Some people.. presumably human.. skin pinkish.. seemingly free of large wounds. No zombies trying to bite his head off. Yet.

He lowered his plank, still keeping it drawn back far enough that he could swing if necessary, not really pausing for formalities.- "Has anyone figured out the objective yet?" -It was a painful thing to ask as a gamer... for help figuring things out. Like a freaking strategy guide. But oh well.. atleast he hadn't asked about hit point replenishment or item drops, both of which he'd sadly not uncovered sources for yet.-

(( *edit* Sorry about that, didn't mean to make it confusing or anything XD He's basically just stepped into the room, holding a plank of wood like a bat, speaking gibberish to anyone and everyone.))  

[x_Nata_x]

Ooc -- Iris, I'm afraid I have no idea what your character is doing or who they're talking to. ;;; Sorry!

Mack felt like she was going to puke. Her skin was beaded with sweat, her stomach was tied up in knots, her arms and legs felt a little like jelly -- all side effects of just barely saving herself from a deadly poison. A deadly poison that had claimed the life of another girl. That could be part of it too, but the redhead usually prided herself on being relatively rational. Feeling sick over the death of a girl she didn't know and had no hand in killing was illogical. They hadn't known that it was an antidote -- waking up in a room, no doors, no windows, just a table and some alcohol... they had just played the game. It wasn't anyone's fault that Alease hadn't drank... in fact, Micky had offered to allow her another shot!

Mackenzie O'Connell still felt a tinge of guilt.

Shifting a little, Micky resisted the urge to wince, another mild wave of nausea washing over her. It was better than before though. You couldn't do much worse, waking up nauseous in the middle of a burning building, but even if there hadn't been that fire, she felt better than before. Soon she'd be back and ready to kick some zombie a**. The sound of the door opening announced the other well-known 'alchie' had returned, although she grabbed her louisville slugger, just in case. You could never be too careful, and that was one of the rules. Glancing up, she did crack an amused smile at the state Andeon was in however, whistling and staring blatantly at those hilarious boxers. Not that she was dressed much better, in her black sports bra, shredded white collared shirt and uniform pants.

"We'll go out and look again in a few hours," She replied, clapping him on the shoulder as he flopped down next to her. "There may even be more survivors." Glancing over at the boy on the floor, she gave him a companionable grin. He seemed a little shook up... although really, it was crazy not to be, so she couldn't blame him. Dipping her head toward him, (as opposed the other option she had considered -- nudging him with her boot) she watched him for a moment. "You ok?"  

[Ryuthulhu]

Nihls, taking advantage of the daylight to investigate the nightmare he had awakened into, was still wearing his own pajamas, and was for the moment, barefoot, though given the still vaguely shell shocked expression on his face, (pinkish, if you got past the traumatized pallor...) and was carrying a large, wide eyed cat, who had already done a number toward destroying his clothing. The cat was Bartholomew, an stray he'd sort of-kind-of, adopted from Sue, who's whereabouts Nihls still wasn't entirely sure of.
Bart however was the closest thing he carried to a weapon at the moment, still trying to wrap his head around what he'd seen. First the fire, then people that, while he couldn't make out the green color exactly, just didn't look right... or that had been reported -DEAD-. Bart had had a few unpleasant, feline things to say about some of the students they'd seen, and he'd retreated in a panic, unable to explain the reaction from the otherwise Cat-King-of-the-Hippies, who loved all and cuddled all... so finding a classroom with a few people in it, whom Bart DIDN'T puff up and hiss at...
Well, his knees practically could have buckled with relief.

Still, the first words out of his mouth sounded a smidge on the side of 'round the bend'.
"...They burned up my violin." He protested, though almost as soon as he'd said as much, it registered exactly how irrational it was to focus his distress on the loss of an instrument he couldn't play to his own satisfaction. "...And there's students out there that are supposed to be dead." He added, blinking owlishly. "What the hell is going on???"
This last bit was especially not Nihls-like. He was the beige-wallpaper sort who parents loved and sort of vaguely admired, sort of like an really nice CD or a cute chatchka for your mantle. He did not swear.

He broke this unwritten law of nature with an continued, shockish stare from the doorway, addressing no one specific really, but sort of vaguely looking in the direction of whoever happened to be closest.

((Iris I think thats your character?))  

[OP-Yuna]

Billy gave Mack a quick glance before nodding. He'd been up the entire night. of course, who could sleep when they knew Zombies were out and about? Not to mention everything else...
He'd thought going to Barren Pines would be better than going to Hillworth after he got expelled from Meadowview. Boy was he wrong...

When Lucas asked about their objective, Billy couldn't help but reply in the way he knew best how to do, the most comforting way(for himself) - with arrogance.
"Our objective is to somehow survive obviously. Any fool should be able to figure than one out."  

[x_Nata_x]

Mack watched Billy for a few more moments before returning the nod. Damn, the boy looked a little worse for wear... but didn't they all. See: Andeon in megatron underwear. To be honest, she wasn't feeling to hot either, and not only because she was still trying to work the antidote through her system and the poison out of it. Shook up, mostly. Who would have thunk that she'd live a real-life zombie movie? This was gonna be one hell of a ride. Thank god they all seemed fairly knowledgeable in 'Zombie-lore.'

"Unless of course you're Andeon, then the objective probably involves booze," She mustered up a grin, wiping her forehead on what was left of one ripped sleeve, glancing between the three boys, "Which... we have, by the way. Call it a perk." She winked.

Which sent her into another fit of nausea. Oh boy, no food for now, she might toss it.

"You guys ever see 28 Days Later? I Am Legend? Dawn of the Dead? Welcome to Zombieland – BP Edition.” She paused, laughing a little weakly, “Only… it’s basically everyone you know trying to eat you. Go figure.”  

[Iris_virus]

-Two boys and girl. And then another suddenly behind him. His teeth gritted instinctively, fingers twitching momentarily until he'd identified the new arrival as 'not trying to eat his brains'. He knew Andeon by name, Mack too obviously. The other two looked familar to the senior though he couldn't place the names.

Stepping aside to allow the cat carrier to pass by, Lucas' attention turned to Billy with a mild growl.- "JUST surviving is rarely the objective douche."

-Okay.. it had been in one game that he recalled, but seriously. That game was a joke made simply for the fun of slaughtering zombies in comedic ways. Eyes still on the boy slinging attitude while still cowering in his Snuggie Lucas thought aloud.- "Escaping an area. Exorcising an ancient witch. Defeating the person in charge. Blowing the damned place to hell. THAT is the kind of s**t that gets you out of these situations, instead of just trying to stay alive as long as possible and hope someone saves ********. Didn't this jerk know that he, or perhaps they ALL were the protagonists of this little charade?

As Mack spoke, his eyes shifted first to her, and then cat boy.- "Right. You can't trust any of them. Even if they were your friends or try to plead with you. It's a trick, it's always a ******** trick."  

[Orestae]

Andeon was horribly, horribly jealous of Billy's Snuggie. If he were not a noble team co-leader, he might have claimed it for himself. As it were, he simply eyed the thing enviously, nodding to it's owner. He'd never liked Billy much before the Zombie Apocalypse, but none of them had that luxury now. They didn't have the option of holding into their petty grudges if any of them were to survive this complete ******** nightmare.

As if to prove Mack's point, Andeon cracked open the plastic seal on one bottle of vodka, tiredly taking a swig. He knew by now that getting so drunk that he passed out and slipped into some alcohol-induced coma where all of their classmates were not trying to eat him was not an option. He felt a nagging need to protect these people, to do everything he could to try and keep them, and himself, alive. Some of them he owed nothing. Others, he felt he owed at least his best damn effort to keep them alive until they were rescued.

He clung tightly to that hope. They would be rescued. They had to be rescued.

Slowly, Andeon stood, setting the bottle upon the table. If one were to judge by the dark circles that ringed his eyes, he hadn't slept since the fire that had consumed his bed, and half the student body along with it. He glanced over the students who had gathered there. Billy looked like he was about to snap, as did Lucas, and Nihls just looked like he was lost and annoyed with this entire thing. At least Lucas had a weapon, which means he had the right idea.

“Mackenzie's got the long and short of it,” he said, stifling a yawn by pressing one fist to his mouth, “Maybe it's a ******** virus, maybe it's government, maybe there's some serious ******** drugs in the water, but what it comes down to is this: Everyone who died is out there, and they want to eat your ******** face. The teachers are gone, all of them, and there's no way to get off campus. Trust me, I've tried. We're not getting out of here until someone comes in here and gets us.”

It was a sad reality, but it was reality nevertheless.

“The objective,” Andeon focused on Lucas as he spoke, “Is to stay alive, at any cost. If that means killing every one of them before they kill us, then so be it.”

“If we're going to stay together, we have to work together. None of this free-spirited I'm a mother ******** hero s**t. You know what heroes do? They ******** die. If you want to go cavalier and go embrace the zombie horde and play nice, feel free, but get the hell away from the rest of us before you do. For those of you that don't want to end up as a flesh-eating greenskin, welcome to Team Tallahassee; here's the rules.” Andeon snatched a piece of chalk up from the tray and began scrawling the rules on the board as he spoke.

“One, you don't ******** walk around without a weapon. I don't care if it's a textbook or a flagpole, but I expect every one of you to carry a weapon. Normally I wouldn't care if you went off and got yourself killed, but for every one of us that dies, there's one more of them.”Andeon made that distinction clear. It was us versus them. “Two, you don't leave anyone behind. If you let one of us go up against the flesh-eating ******** brigade alone because you're too busy pissing your pants in a corner, then you don't deserve for any of us to give a rat's a** about you, and I'll be the first to shove your a** out there to stand alone against the zombie horde.”

It was difficult to take Andeon seriously, given his attire and the fact that in all his years at Barren Pines it was debatable whether or not he had ever been serious. However, the gaze he turned on all of them was utterly serious, “Three, you never, ever go out alone. Ever. Groups of two, minimum. “And Four... shoot first, ask questions later. I don't care if they were your friends. I don't care if they were your family. Some of them might not be running around eating the living, but don't take chances. If you so much as suspect one of them, don't hesitate. Lucas is right,” Andeon was hesitant to admit that, because Lucas looked ******** crazy right about now, "If it's a zombie, don't ******** trust it."

Dusting his hands off, the pink-haired boy surveyed the small group. It wasn't much, but they would have to make do.

“We'll have to go out in groups of two or three. We need to find food and search for other survivors. The more people we can keep together, the more survivors we can bring together, the better our chances of living through this.

Any questions?”  

[OP-Yuna]

"This isn't a goddamn video game. There's no 'oops, I screwed up! Time to hit reset and try again'! Billy said to Lucas with a growl before Andeon addressed the group.

Billy dug in his back pocket and pulled out his pocket knife. "If we're gonna fight, I don't wanna have to get close enough to use this." He then turned to Mack and held it out to her while still addressing everyone, "the girl can have it. There's enough junk 'round here I can find a make-shift weapon easily." It seemed, even in fear, Billy still held some of that old arrogance. It must have been his real gift.  

[Iris_virus]

-Lucas was less than inclined to jump in on the band wagon. Even if hottie Mack was here. He'd never been an incredibly good team player, and if they thought that he was going to drag useless deadweight team members, like good ol dipshit over there, during a zombie outbreak they were nuts. Groups RARELY exisited in videogames except to create fodder for emotional deaths or friends turned monster.

And yet....

Lucas was tired, far more used to spending his days lounged in a bed clicking buttons.. not running around swinging bats. He was hungry too, and as he'd admited.. utterly uncertain of what exactly he was supposed to be doing. Perhaps a team to survive until he had a chance to figure things out would be okay. Maybe it was even a step in the right direction. Or maybe the pink haired drunk was right. Maybe the objective WAS complete domination. Perhaps if they f'd up every last zombie THEN they'd be able to leave?

It seemed logical enough. To a brain that was mingling logic and delusions like peanut butter and jelly.

Jill Valentine never stopped to nap. The zombies of House of the Dead never spoke and chatted. No matter which source he tried to place for reference something else got in the way. Having another body against his back, two sets of eyes... It was the best course of action for now.

When the knife was mention Lucas leaned down, beginning to untangle the lace from one of the 'two sizes too big' shoes he'd procured.- "Get a stick and we'll make it a spear babe"  

[x_Nata_x]

EDITED -- Sorry for before, I didn't refresh before I posted. ;;;

In any other case, Mack might have brought up the fact that Andeon had actually called her by her full, true name. No Dyke, no Whore, no Micky or Mack. That was some serious s**t. She probably also would have looked extremely surprised, perhaps even going as far to stare at him in mock-horror. But the situation was a bit too grim for that, and Micky wasn't ready to fully play the jester just yet. They were tired, there were zombies, she was sick...

Well... actually, she was feeling quite a bit better. Perhaps the sickness was passing.

Leaning back against a wall perpendicular to the board, she watched as Andeon gave the speech, nodding slowly in agreement to everything he said. "We don't know what causes this... if you pardon the zombie cliche... 'infection,' but we really don't want to be finding out. There's likely several first-aid kits in the infirmary, and I'll bet the gym has weapons out the yin yang. Other than that... I don't think sunlight's going to cut it this time guys." Looking around the room, she paused for a second. They all looked pretty tired. She didn't want to doubt the integrity of their mental health, but perhaps it was time to implement some sort of sleeping arrangement. For all their sakes. "We can take shifts sleeping too. Two to a shift, if there's an odd number at the time, one group will have three to a shift... probably safer that way."

She was about to add more when the magnitude of what Billy and Lucas had said actually reached that little hamster wheel in her mind, who promptly stopped running for a second, made a face, and continued about its business. Babe? The girl can have it? Grinning slightly, she laughed a little, reaching over to lift her own wooden bat in her right hand. "Louisville slugger." She gave them a teasingly scolding expression, accented by a slightly amused smile. "I play softball. I also watch a lot of ******** zombie movies. No worries guys."

Taking a deep breath, Mack suddenly stopped, the grin suddenly stripped from her face. From the sudden deep smell of alcohol wafting from Andeon's breath, it was clear that she was not feeling as well as she'd previously thought. Her face immediately turned a rather sickly shade of green. Clasping one hand over her mouth, she heaved once or twice before turning her head to the side and vomited... all over a certain pair of socked feet.

"....."

Slowly, very slowly, she lifted her head, meeting Andeon's eyes, looking better, albeit sheepish.

"... my bad."  

[AMItotic]

Evie was scared, because she hadn't woken up in bed. No, she found herself in the early morning sprawled across the wet grass outside the Barren Pines dorms, except that they weren't really dorms so much as smouldering remains. Soot-covered and cold, she'd sat there on the grounds for a good ten minutes or so, staring up in wide-eyed horror at the place. It hadn't been a dream. It was all real. And worst of all, she couldn't see anyone around, no firefighters to help her get to her feet, no supportive classmates. This was not how things were supposed to go, not at all.

Needless to say, she eventually got up on her own, though her torso was killing her, and she slowly walked to the main building on campus, eyes wide and shifting left to right, wary of the entire situation. How could there be no one there? How could it be so quiet after such a fire? The girl didn't get it.

And then there were zombies, and Evie got it rather quickly.

The first one had nearly gotten to her with the semblance of a hurt classmate who needed help, at least until they swiped at her with claws far too sharp to be anything human. With the youma clawing at one leg, she did the best thing she could think of and kicked, hard. It wasn't much, but at least the thing let go of her long enough to run as fast as she could. She made it to the library first, and in a panic checked each row of books with an encyclopedia in hand, just in case she needed to smash some faces in. Lucky for her, zombies didn't seem to like reading much (all in all, she wasn't sure if she could have smashed some faces in anyways).

Still in a somewhat surreal state of mind, Evie left the library, encyclopedia clutched to her chest as she travelled the halls, looking behind her every five seconds just to make sure that she wasn't zombie bait. Her nerves were on the verge of absolute meltdown, causing her to let out an unintelligible whimper when she heard voices from one of the classrooms. She froze, still whimpering, then gulped, deciding that if she was going to go down, she would go down swinging, like all the best leads did. It would be the tragic way to die, and really, that was the only way to die.

With one jerky movement, she violently shoved the door open, holding her encycopedia high. But the zombies in this room didn't have green flesh, which meant that they weren't really zombies at all. Evie took a moment to comprehend this, shaking where she stood with the door open. They were unfamiliar faces, and one of them was puking (a distinctly non-zombie activity) but they weren't zombies. They weren't zombies. They weren't zombies.

Then why was she still so afraid to move?  

[Orestae]

Andeon smiled as Billy offered Mack the knife, and as Lucas offered to help make her a spear. It was an intelligent move, one that might save her life by keeping her out of attack range if she ever had to use it. It was a start, at the very least, even if Mack didn't need their help.

“Yeah, she's like super-dyke. She rips off her shirt and suddenly-”

And then Andeon was standing in a pile of warm, wet vomit. It seeped in through the wooly socks, between his toes, climbing the fabric. Andeon's jaw worked soundlessly for several minutes, his face turning a bright shade of red. His mother had made him those socks. They were the last Christmas present he'd ever received from her. And now they were.. well, they were covered in vomit. In gross, gross Mackenzie vomit.

Still, Andeon couldn't help but wiggle his toes as he stared down at the red-headed, taking several moments before regaining his composure and remembering that she, too, had been poisoned only a short while ago. They had already stood side by side and stared death in the face once before (or, well, sat giggling side by side and made out while Death peered over their shoulders), so he had to forgive her for so minor an offense as ruining his socks.

“Mack, I said it before and I'll say it again,” he sighed, shaking his head, “What a b***h.” Nevertheless, he grinned, and knelt down next to her as he peeled the socks from his feet. Andeon leaned in, and amazingly enough, pressed a small kiss to Mackenzie's forehead. It would seem that the Zombie Apocalypse could bring out the best in people. “I'll get this cleaned up. You should get some sleep. I'll take first watch. Lucas, would you mind taking first watch with me? I think they could use some sl-”

Andeon was interrupted by the door as it slammed open, a rather terrified looking girl standing in the doorway, holding an encyclopedia up above her head. She looked scared as hell, but very much alive, and a wave of relief washed over Andeon as he realized it was another survivor.

“Well?” He said, gesturing that she should come in, “Don't stand there, you'll give away our position. Lock the door after yourself.”