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Duration: April 2014

Status: Terminated (No response, Was blocked)

Ash, Marcus, Senel, Travis - Just Call Me Drake

Vito, Jules - Me

Comments: I love zombie rps. @_@ I almost always have to have them around. And lol, this RP is the second time I've seen visually identical charas work in similar scenarios. LAUGH

***

The thumbs up sign from the silver haired agent made Vito sigh in obvious relief.

"Y.W." Y.W. Pretty much 'You're Welcome'. Surely Marcus could figure that one out easily.

He grinned widely knowing that his message had been sent, sinking to his haunches and switching off the flash light. At first, he had been unsure about the idea, worried that the military men on the other side of the house wouldn't be able to catch the drift of his message; after all, he and his FPS buddies were just self taught and they had made their own modifications to the rules to suit their learning level and needs. It really made him happy that even with his lack of formal learning, the brunet could still send a decent message. Vito almost lost hope when he saw the agent struggle to decipher the signals at the third resend. Good thing, the second agent, the one who was still boarded in the vehicle, seemed to have caught it.

To whoever thought out the idea of adding in the flash light function into mobile phones, here's a big thank you from you to me, mused the teenager to himself, Really. Thank you so much. You've earned yourself some really good karma, sir/ma'm. For some reason, his chest seemed to swell in pride at the thought of having done a good deed just now. The brunet felt unusually accomplished at that moment in time, pleased that he had warned them about the mother and son inside the house.

...However that didn't change the fact there were still two agents inside the house who had no clue of what they were up against. The brunet did notice that Marcus had made contact, speaking into an earpiece hidden in his ear but that didn't get the other two running back outside as he would have liked. Vito's moment of triumph was cut short at that, instantly frowning that the new house guests were still in the face of danger.

It was then that he heard Jules yelp audibly over his shoulder, almost reminding him that he wasn't exactly alone on the roof. The teenager shot up to his feet, carefully walking back to his friend's side and returned to check on him. The blond was glaring at something, frozen in shock and had the look of hell frozen over on his features. The brunet followed the gaze with his own hazel green eyes with a push of his glasses back and winced at the sight of a rather aggressive neighbor pushing against the gates. Vito protectively wrapped his arms around his room mate's form while the other's grip tightened around the handle of the 'borrowed' metal baseball bat.

"They don't know anything...," murmured the blond as he uneasily eyed the zombie at the gate that seemed to have fancied Marcus for a bite or two. This fellow was particularly determined by thrusting his arms beyond the threshold and almost got a hold of the agent. The two students watched tensely, nearly forgetting to breath when they saw the zombie claw desperately at the silver haired man.

Vito nodded, "I did warn them not to go inside. There are two military guys inside though." The older boy didn't even question how he got his message across considering they never left their side of the house, continuing to sit there with each passing minute.

Jules cocked an eyebrow at the word 'military', "Those ******** from what?!" The only response he got to his inquiry was a look that said 'Don't make me repeat myself.' The blond snorted and nodded, admitting defeat least he irritate his nerdy little room mate. The now-eighteen year old never quite held back his tongue when he was flaring with anger. "Well now, if we've got the military then I guess that's good? I mean, at least it means that the government knows something's up and will do something about it right?"

'Do something about it'.

He smiled grimly in return, unable to voice out the many ways the phrase could be translated especially when the military was concerned. It was cute how simple Jules could think about everything, when the government was anything but simple. Nonetheless, Vito humored his friend and nodded, "But they don't know anything. I don't think they can even save anyone at this point. They're too lightly armed to be prepared for this..."

A thoughtful hum reached the bespectacled teenager's ears when he felt the blond seemingly nuzzle closer into his arms and sighed. Vito seemed put off at the sudden display of affection and looked down at his friend who was now flashing him a wolfish grin. "The ********?"

"Sebby baby, why are you coping a feel at a time like this? Scared to die a virgin? I wouldn't mind---"

Like he had been burned, Vito instantly shoved the other away with some force and snarled, angry that his room mate would crack such a joke at a moment. Any other day, fine by him really. The easy going blond had made it clear to him and all that he was everyone's property and loved to flirt openly. BUT NOT NOW! ********. It made him wanna scream in outright rage but knew all too well that it wouldn't be appropriate. Seething inside, the brunet knew better than to keep it to himself and decided to flip him the middle finger to which Jules laughed over. The teenager rolled his eyes, absolutely ruffled at how---moody the blond was: one moment all over the place in jokes and laughter than suddenly he snaps and falls quiet then bam, flirts all over again. Must be MPD... Hardly.

In a moment of concern, Vito whipped out his cellphone, swiping the screen and switched on the flash light once more. Having realized long ago that the military quintet wasn't quite knowledgeable, the brunet felt merciful and decided on another transmission. It was painfully irritating how there was so much that could be said but so much would be lost in translation, thus forcing him to limit his speech in short bursts of words. Sigh. Besides, the eighteen year old could just imagine the looks on the grown men's faces if he said something along the lines of 'zombies'. They wouldn't believe a thing. Might even think he was shitting them. He didn't bother perching near the edge anymore, simply focusing on getting his second message across. The brunet did three quick flashes to grab their attention, instead of flailing his arms earlier.

"They bite hard."

Jules was squinting at the flash of lights, vainly trying to translate them into words. While the blond was no nerd, his room mate was and somehow, things like these rub off on you without your obvious consent so when it finally clicked to him, he snorted in amusement.

"...You know, it's almost like you're saying a come on line."

"Shut up, Adrian," snapped the teenager in an effort to cut him off before anything else could be said. If Vito disliked being called by his first given name, the same could also be said for Jules who also didn't like being called Adrian, preferring either Jules or Julian.

"Ooh, touche... touche."

***

The grip on his gun tightened as Ash led Senel towards the hallway. Contrary to the white carpet they were currently standing on, the floor in the hallway was a dark mahogany wood that led straight down to a number of rooms on the opposite side of the house as well as a staircase a few feet to the left. To their right and left were white walls, the right which went all the way down to the end of the hallway whereas the left stopped a bit shorter to meet a wooden banister that led to the staircase. Both were dotted with small and large pictures of the family who most likely lived in the house. A white toothed bunch. The youngest, presumably the son, was a handsome kid, probably the popular type based on his hair and tan, and had a million dollar smile. His mother shared his dirty blond hair tied back in a bun and wore the same smile that her son had plastered on to his face.The father was a bit of a contrast; dark brown hair, a bit pudgy, more of a smirk than a smile, and a pair of glasses that seemed way to small for his round head. The family as a whole, however, appeared exactly how they looked. Normal. There was nothing out of the ordinary about them.

McClain had a thing for family portraits. He felt like you could tell the world about a person's family simply on the way they took their picture. It reflected their relationships and attitudes towards one another in a single still through the form of a picture. Some were able to hide true relationships through a half cracked smile while others were generally happy and showed that. Going into homes during a crime scene showed all types and the agent had seen them all. Solemnly, Ash looked away from the picture that showed what the happy family looked like before the chaos broke out. Hopefully this was how he was going to be able to remember them as well.

Ash stepped carefully out into the hallway, dimming his flashlight a bit as he noticed something peculiar in the distance. There was a dim light coming from where the staircase was, likely from a kitchen or family room at the bottom of it. Furrowing his brows, he noticed that the smell of death only seemed to intensify as the two carefully trudged onwards into the unknown. Their boots tapped lightly against the wood as they walked towards the light source. Once again, Senel was holding his breath as he watched Ash's every move. As a cop he'd been thrown into simulations where he would know virtually nothing about his situation but experiencing the real thing was incredibly frightening and unnerving. There could be enemies on any side of them just waiting for their chance to strike on the clueless agents. The rookie took a deep breath before letting it out and continuing to watch Ash. As long as the brunette was going to stay calm, Senel was going to force himself to do the same even if was just a facade. 'Just keep moving forward.. Keep moving.' He chanted mentally to himself.

As they reached the staircase, Ash slowed down and pressed his back against the wall close to where the banister led to the stairs. There was nothing seemingly down the hallway they were currently in but the light from downstairs had grown even brighter as they approached it. Stopping exactly where the wall ended, the brunette took a calming breath, There was a faint sound now that accompanied both the new discoveries of the light and smell, tingling yet another one of their senses uncomfortably at the thought of the unknown. It sounded as if someone was tenderizing meat, an indistinguishable sound that Ash only recognized from a butcher, along with the occasional smack of lips. Perhaps it was a survivor simply holed up in the house? It was a possible option but that didn't explain the kids on the roof. Perhaps then this was the person who had chased them up there? Maybe a robber or killer trying to take advantage of the chaos going on in the world around them. Unfortunately, there was only one way to find out.

Slowly, the agent turned his head so that he was looking out past the wall and over the staircase into what appeared to be the foyer of the home. The stairs led straight down and towards the entrance of the home along with two other possible rooms to the right and left. These small details didn't catch the agent's attention however. In the middle of the area sat a woman, leaned over what looked like a body. Her blonde hair was disheveled and looked as if it had been pulled frantically by someone. The clothes she wore, a simple pink nightgown, were stained in none other than blood. In fact, the pink on the nightgown was nearly entirely covered by the large red stains that made up her clothing. This was the mother of the household no doubt. What exactly had happened here though?

A sudden buzzing in his ear nearly made Ash break their cover, and he leaned back onto the wall as not to attract attention. Marcus' distinct voice could be heard through the earpiece. "Loud and clear... Someone's still in the house." He mumbled as low as he could. "Senel and I are about to make contact. She seems hurt. McClain out." He didn't want to miss the opportunity to find out what exactly had happened to the poor mother and Marcus was probably just being a worry wart again. Looking towards the rookie next to him, Ash gave him a small nod. "Ready?" The blonde had just opened his mouth to respond when there was suddenly a banging noise made downstairs. Leaning back over to check out the scene, the agent looked out wide eyed as the woman was now nowhere to be found. In her place lay the indescribable remains of another human, its body seemingly having been mangled with no mercy. The blood that pooled the floor spread out across the foyer so far that the agent was surprised he hadn't seen it the first time he looked. Intestines littered the ground like some sort of trail and whatever clothes the person had had on were torn to tatters and strips to get to his flesh. He looked as if he'd been mauled by some sort of animal. This was obviously the source of the smell in the home. And from the freshness of the wounds, this couldn't have happened more than 2 hours from their arrival. It pained him to think if the woman had actually been mourning over the remains of her own son just now. But... Where had she gone?

Senel was pressed against the wall next to Ash completely unaware of the horror the other was being exposed to. He watched, thoroughly distraught, by the sudden stillness in the brunette's moves. Whatever had caused that noise just now had seemingly even caused Ash to be wide eyed. His heart sunk to the pit of his stomach as he tried to conjure up an image powerful enough to make the man look so surprised.

Not even a moment later there was another loud noise, except this one was distinctive. It was a man's voice. "Hello? I-Is anyone here!?" The voice echoed through the house and up the stairs but its location was hard to be pinpointed. Whoever the intruder was, however, he hadn't come through the main entrance. And given the fear in his voice, he was likely trying to get away from whoever had been trying to kill him outside. Not moving a muscle just yet, Ash continued to watch from their hidden position at the top of the stairs as footsteps loudly began to make their way closer to the foyer. This guy was about to get the shock of his life, and while Ash wished he could warn him not to come this far into the house, he couldn't give up their position just yet. Anyone could be a possible enemy. Oddly enough, though, the mother had yet to respond to the male. Perhaps she was hiding?

The footsteps began to get louder as the man approached the scene of death while the brunette watched intently through golden eyes. He held his breath, waiting for the gasp of shock or scream of terror when the man laid his eyes on the mangled corpse but.. It never came. The footsteps ceased in one of the side rooms and the man's voice could be heard again. "H-Hey lady are you ok? You look terribly injured!"

What happened next would have caused even the great Marcus to shake a bit in his boots. A bloodcurdling scream suddenly echoed throughout the house as the man screeched at the top of his lungs. Both agents went wide eyed, tensing up in their boots as the sounds of a struggle began to impale the air. "Stop! STOP! PLEASE-" There was a loud crash and glass was slammed against the marble floor further adding to the noise. As if it were some kind of wake up call, the agent suddenly blinked and looked around again. What was he doing just standing there while someone was being hurt!? "Senel, let's go!" He exclaimed to the rookie behind him. Without even waiting for a response he took off, rounding the banister and speeding down the steps with gun in hand. Senel nearly tripped over himself as he followed behind. When he got to the stairs, however, he stopped as his eyes suddenly saw what had stopped Ash before. His blood felt as if it was running cold as he saw the mangled body up close and smelled the stench of fresh decay. His eyes, now wide and filled with horror couldn't tear themselves away and the blonde no longer moved- his body now stuck at the top of the stairs peering down.

The brunette reached the bottom of the stairs just as the struggle started to take a turn for the worse. Taking a left, Ash found himself immediately in the kitchen and with a scene like something out of a movie. The kitchen light was the only one on in the house and surveyed everything clearly. Glass plates had been shattered and currently lay all over the hard marble floor along with fresh drops of blood everywhere. The woman he'd previously seen before was on top of the struggling screaming male scratching at his flesh the best she could while being held back by her neck via the man's grip. She screamed along with him, trying with incredible vigor to sink her sharp teeth into his flesh. The man had succeeded in holding her back so far it seemed but she didn't lose energy, clawing at everything she could and constantly frittering around. A loud crunching sound suddenly brought Ash into reality yet again as the mother sunk her teeth deep into one of the man's hands causing yet another blood curdling scream to escape his throat. Without giving his mind time to react, the agent bounded forward to the middle of the kitchen just as the mother's blood soaked face looked up at an upward angle. Planting his left foot to the ground once he was close enough, Ash swung his right leg at an incredible speed at the attacker. His boot came into direct contact with her jawbone and, along with a sickening cracking sound, she was launched off of the other male and back a few feet onto the ground as the roundhouse connected perfectly. A gun was aimed to the woman almost instantly as he waited for her to make another possible move.

The man who'd previously been struggling before held his bloodied hand to his chest while looking up at the agent as if he were a god. "Who are y- N-Never mind thank you! She attacked me out of nowhere!" he managed to stammer out. Ash's heart felt as if it was beating at a thousand times per second as he suddenly realized how much he'd begun to sweat. He was breathing heavily as his eyes remained locked on the woman he'd probably just killed, his gun still pointed at her twisted neck. A few seconds passed with nothing being heard except the sound of Ash's breathing. Slowly, the injured male got up to his feet, still cradling his hand. "I think.. I think she's dead. Th-Thank you again." He said lowly after the agent had refused to move for some time. The brunette's breathing had begun to settle a bit and he finally turned his eyes from the woman to see who exactly he'd just saved. He was a regular looking man, a wedding ring on his hand and currently dressed business casual. He was likely coming from work when everything went to hell.

"Yeah.." Ash responded half-heartedly. He lowered his gun but didn't put it away, his adrenaline still pumping away at his veins. There were so many things going through his mind but for some reason, his mind went to those kids on the roof. The two had probably been present when whatever thing got into the mother started to take effect. From her anger, it was likely a drug. If that was the case, maybe they could tell him what exactly that thing was and why certain people hadn't been affected. Something told him that the mother wasn't exactly the drug abusing type.

Another scream resounded through the house, grabbing the attention of both males in the room. Turning to look behind him, Ash's heart skipped a beat in realization. "Senel!!"

---

Marcus' eyes widened at the scene before them. There were 6 of them now. 6 people were lined up at the gate, clawing at them in desperation. Their moans were like something from a movie with the occasional scream emitting from one or another. Each shared blood on their clothing along with something that looked like a thirst to kill. The agents all shared the same look of confusion and fear mixed, even Marcus of whom was the most experienced. "Igonov, what is this.." He murmured as if afraid to speak too loud. The russian man was at a loss of words, having never seen anything infection related like this situation throughout his entire career. Even the pilot had left his post to come look. "They aren't attacking each other but for some reason they seem to want us.. None of them are making any attempt to climb or find a different way in.. It doesn't make any damn sense..." Westburg continued, counting another 2 that had made their way to the skimpy gate. He didn't even want to think about what would happen if that gate went down.

***

"What are you doing?" 

Jules gave his room mate a sideways glance then shrugged and proceeding to ignore the exasperated look to his side. The blond had his cellphone out and was now taking photos of their immediate surroundings. Soft, almost inaudible clicks followed one after another as he walked about the roof, taking photos of practically anything and everything from the starlit sky and the moon, to the trees and various odd angles of the Thompson property. He even took a photo of the zombies, the people who were still fighting for their lives and some. The streets was a mess, far from the beautiful settlement worth it's title of 'home sweet home' to so many. 

Not anymore. 

"Proof," the blond responded, suddenly turning to snap a picture of his friend. The sudden flash of light in his eyes made the teenager yelp in surprise and hiss at being temporarily blinded. Adrian Jules Meridian...You a*****e. "This is proof that we were here, Vito. We don't know what's going to happen next," he said wistfully. Jules finally sat down, swiping the screen and began to input on the touch screen. "We might as well leave an imprint that we were alive at Tall Oaks." 

The brunet shook his head, covering the screen with his hand. "No, Jules. You got it wrong." 

He titled his head in confusion. Eh? 

"You said 'We were alive at Tall Oaks'. You're wrong. It should be 'We are alive at Tall Oaks'," offered Vito with a reassuring smile, "We won't die tonight. Not tonight. The world still needs you. Your band and talents still need you, for instance." 

The much older boy who didn't quite look a day older than his teens was actually a highly respected PRO of a newly established agency that managed models and actors of varying ages and capabilities. While Jules was still young, his ability to catch wind of the trends and ride out scuffles with finesse granted him plenty of work to be busy with. Jules chuckled at the reminder of his 'children' and nodded in agreement. He was definitely still needed. The Lady Boss was still having a hard time adjusting to going back to work and managing her first born. 

"And you haven't gotten laid yet," chimed in the blond with a laugh. 

Surprisingly, the eighteen year old laughed and nodded, "Yes, I will get laid. Just you wait. So that's why we have to survive tonight. You should be the first to know." 

Vito could hardly believe the words coming from his mouth. But what else was there left to do in such a hopeless situation? They were but unarmed civilians in a grim situation that didn't so much give them a high chance of survival. The teenager dare not think of the military quintet that had invade on the Thompson property as a proverbial silver lining. They were likely to be here in this no-longer-quiet little town of Tall Oaks for a much more important mission than bailing out the asses of two unfortunate youths perched on the roof. It was empty promises, the two boys knew as much. But at least it had them going. 

Both boys snapped out of their thoughts when they heard a rather distinguished sound of pain and horror tear through the silence of the evening. They winced in sympathy knowing that another had literally been bitten into the dust. Then they realized it came from the house. Vito and Jules gave each other knowing looks. The brunet looking much more concerned and horrified, crawling to the edge and turning to the patio where he still saw the three military agents on standby. Who was that? Was that one of the agents? The teenager was filled with sudden dread, even guilt thinking it may have been one of those men. He certainly hoped otherwise. 

"That...kinda sounded like someone I know," commented the blond as he leaned forward towards the direction of the scream, "But I really can't put my finger on it. I'm guessing he's from around here. I did date Lance for a while. So I was pretty much all over this place for a time." 

The speculation twisted Vito's baby face into a disgusted scowl when he found out that Lance was actually one of his room mate's former flames. "What." It was both a statement and a question all rolled into one. 

He nodded his head, settling to cross his legs and sat down in a more relaxed position, "It didn't last long. Good thing. We found out soon enough that we weren't compatible. Lance was only into me because when he finally noticed me last October, I was so into my Halloween costume of 'innocent little angel', if you know what I mean," The blond paused and gave the other a knowing smirk then continued after petulant 'ew', "He couldn't take the normal devilish me." Jules sighed, his shoulders sinking dejectedly as he turned to flash the boy a grin, "See? Told ya that you and him would've hit it off well. You're totally up his alley." 

Vito let the topic die down, not wishing to comment further and turned his gaze back on the patio. There was no time to be wistful and nostalgic now. 

"I know you cared for him, so much that you'd wanted to leave him in the hands of someone you know and liked but that's just about enough, Jules. He's gone. You saw it yourself. I'm pretty sure Lance appreciates what you've done for him until that point. We need to figure out how we're supposed to get out here." Then he removed his glasses, wiping them with his shirt and slipped them on There. No longer dusty. "You're familiar with the house and the stuff inside. So how about you and me get the hell off this roof and find a way out of here? My butt hurts from sitting it out and it's pretty obvious that there's no rescue coming in." 

The brunet then tilted his head towards the patio once more as it to point out the obvious. 

Gathering their belongings, Jules lead them both down the small balcony of Lance's room overlooking the swimming pool and entered the youngest Thompson's room. They were going to re-enter the premises and collect essentials for possible travel and their survival and get the hell out of Tall Oaks. 

Or at least die trying.