Zombie Land

*Stryker*

When I looked behind me to see a girl holding a pathetic looking gun at me, I almost couldn't hold in a little giggle. She was going to hurt me with that?

She really didn't look dangerous at all. In fact, she looked like she was going to start to cry at any second. Obviously, she hated what she was having to do, and seeing that, I felt some pity for this cute little lady who was trying to jack my favorite gun.

"Look," I said, holding up my hands, showing her I wasn't going to hurt her. "I don't want any trouble-"

"Then please give me your gun." she said with a little shake in her voice.

I raised an eyebrow. "You really don't want to do this, do you?"

She raised an eyebrow right back at me. "All I want to do is survive."

"No, I mean this." I said, making a gesture with my hands. "Struggling to survive with everything, go against your fellow humans."

Her lower lip trembled, but her eyes remained firm. When she didn't say anything, I did. "You don't have to, you know."

Her eyes narrowed. "And what would you suggest?" she asked.

I grinned. "You could come live with me."

Frankie

Right, I needed to stop being so nervous. It was showing and that wasn't good.

I raised an eyebrow at the guy and tried to stop my hands shaking.

"Ok, so picture the scene. I come live with you. Then what? We live happily ever after? Or you slit my throat in the night?"

He laughed, so cocksure of himself. "No, we work out a way to live better. Surely two heads are better then one?"

I wanted to laugh in his face, take his gun and walk away. I wanted to be strong like the people in books. I wanted this to be an adventure and for everything to go to plan.
But it wasn't. And I didn't think it ever would.
So I lowered my arm slowly, stuffed my gun in my pocket and put my hands on my hips.

I felt more confident now; I'd lowered my gun and he hadn't shot me yet. I guess that was a positive sign.

"Right then, so what're we going to do? Where do you live?"

He grinned. "Right this way, little lady."

I inhaled sharply and closed my eyes in fustration.
"Please, my name is Frankie. And I'm not little."

im sorry! can someone just do the stereotypical "run in" with Alice??

*thanks a lot infinite. i'll post mine. Lizzifer...i post your character

Spirit

the guy who saved me stood before the lying zombie.

"I could have done it by myself" i muttered trying to breathe in. She looked at him and was surprised by his similar appeaance with him but what surprise me was that he was a kid.

"Wait...you are a kid." my eyes widen to him

"Yeah and i save you."
"Save your breathe, kid. It does not mean that you are not a zombie does not men that you are not safe." i muttered as i looked at the building he came from. It was quite impressive that he can do that. Heh, i have my match then.
"So because i am the older one here, you have to follow me."
"And if i don't??"
i grinned and took out a hand made nail gun from my back.
"just say that you'll end up like your little friend."
he stood there for a moment before he agreed and went in. We climbed the stairs actually just before more zombie would come. I manage to shoot down three or four before i enter but before then a girl bump me.
"What the freakin hell are you doing."
"z...zo...zom..." she said breathelessly and i looked up to see half a dozen zombies following her.
i took my nail gun quickly killing them as fast as i can. I manage to shoot down a few of them before i manage to grab the girl and went inside.

I looked at the girl as she started going through all the logical procedures, but then she sprayed the coat down.

"You have a lot of problems with zombies?"

She nodded.

"You know why?"

She shook her head this time, a puzzled look sneaking onto her face.

"Its the deodorant. Normally animals are scared by it, but zombies link the smell with food. If you don't smell like anything, or or you smell like something dead, they wont come after you unless they see you."

She laughed, "I am not going to smell like that."

"True enough. But we have to get out of here soon. I don't think there are any more in here, but we need to get moving before some wander in. You trust me now?"

Phelix

I don't know who this freak thought she was, but just because she had a nail gun didn't mean i couldn't slit her throat. I clenched my knife tightly and imagined in my mind all the ways i could kill her, but then shook my head, it wouldn't be worth it. I followed her into the building, ignoring all the alarms going off in my head, and walked numbly as she took zombie after zombie down with her gun. I was a loner at heart, for my whole nine years of life I'd been that way. Why i followed her i don't know, but i did. NOt to mention this other girl, whoever she was.

"You're gonna get us killed" I said to her quietly. She looked back with a superior smirk.
" What would you know about staying alive? You fight with a bloody knife, its a miracle you're not dead yet!" She said and laughed. "You should be thankful i'm taking you in."
We started walking up the buildings steps, they were cracked and old but they held us up.
"C'mon kid! Keep up." That was it, i snapped. I charged at her, grabbed her by the troat and pushed her against the wall.
"The next time you call me kid, I'm gonna dry a smiley face on you neck with my knife!" I said in rage. The other little girl that had followed us just stared blankly. " My names Phelix Stark. Remember that, if you value your life." just as i finished, i heard the long monotone moan of zombies. It grew louder. "Let's move"

I heard a commotion not far off from my abandoned alley. I closed my eyes tight and hoped it wasn't zombies.

Just peek. They can't hurt you until they see you, so just peek and see how many.

I opened my eyes and slunk soundlessly to the edge of the building, where a broken street light stood. I inched my head over the side until I could see two figures. My eyes widened as I realised they where talking. Not moaning or screaming or any odd noise like that. Talking. They had to be people. Either really dumb or really smart to be standing out in the open like that, but still be alive. I decided to take my chances.


"Hello?" I asked quietly as I slowly walked towards them, my hands up in front of me. "Excuse me, are you zombies?" They both turned towards me, but I still couldn't see their faces. "Are you a zombie?" One of them asked. I shook my head, but then realised they probably couldn't see me either. "N-no. I'm not." Suddenly the bright beam of a flash light caught me off guard. I backed up a few steps, shielding my eyes.

Then I heard the all too familiar sound of zombies squealing for their prey. Who was most likely me.



(Sorry if it wasn't very good!I don't know who the people are. Could some one adopt me, please? I mean, you know, help me start?)

ill post for it

Spirit

He's a brave kid. Wonder how did he survive all by herself. We moved the stairs hurriedly. I let the girl ahead of me while i tried to shot the zombies whoa re climbing the stairs down until i created a zombie wall.

after climbing for what was ages, we manage to find a door. I baracated the door and sigh. I walked to the rest of the group before i pinned the kid down to the ground with the gun at his head. He tried to squirm but i manage to quiet him down.
"What you said there was good, kid or i say Phelix. What were you saying with your knife on my neck?? Guess the cards are under my control." i let go of him and look around the room. Good thing, this must be some warehouse. There were plenty of things that can be made.

"Okay, I'll be the leader of this group!" i exclaimed grinning "Whatever you do will be under my permission. Anything that i do not permit...well you know what will happen. Now, here's the plan. We have a whole army of deadies behind us and we cannot kill them with some bloody knife! So what about make some weapons."

after which, there was no response...other than a deep moan that was zombie like. Our eyes widened. I guess we are not the only one left behind.

*infinite...don't kill the girl. She's lizzifer's character

Emma

I shrugged, while smelling the coat to see if all the dead smell was gone, "It depends. If I go with you is my survival chance going to go up?" I eyed him carefully.
"Well it can't go down." He shrugged.
I looked at him as he looked through the belongings of the once living bodies, things that had once seemed so essential, things like mobile phones and money, things that were useless now and wrinkled my nose as I noticed his unwashed cloths. Still feeling emotionally unstable I giggled, "If I go with you, am I still allowed to wash?"
He looked up at me as if I was insane, and then laughed, "Just how did you survive this long?" he asked jokingly.
I grinned back and then I cast my mind back to all my friends at school, I frowned to myself and although it was a rhetorical question, I still replied with silent tears trickling down my face, "By making a lot of sacrifices. Let's go."

That's it. I've felt the barrel of a gun press against my head once too many time. Why i followed these people in the first place i don't know. The older girl covered the door to the room we were in with her nail gun raised. Whoever the little girl was, she seemed in a state of shock, she just sat against the wall and stared strait ahead blankly.
I cant believe i left my bag behind, but this warehouse seemed to have enough weapons and supplies for an army. Not like there were shotguns sitting around on the racks, but there were things almost as good. Machetes, nail guns, and drills and saws, made up the bulk of it but there were other small, strange things.
Slowly i walked down the aisles tensely as i heard the older girl fire her nail gun as the moaning grew louder. I fond a small, neon flashlight that i quickly slipped into my pocket. I also took a machete, one of the only ones that had a sheath, and slung that over my back and fastened the strap.

That's all i needed, soon i was going to run. Something about the smaller girl made me stop. She seemed so vulnerable. No offense but the older girl didn't seem like one to care about us kids. I walked to her. She wasn't staring into space now, she was just murmuring to herself.
"Come with me." i said softly. "You'll be safe with me." She looked up with the most innocent eyes id ever seen and nodded. Then we both ran into the night.

k

*hey, sorry infinite to be mean to your character but i am trying to stick to the personality of my character. She is a little bit sadistic you know.


Spirit

they left me. They bloody left me! I looked out to where they went out and fire half a dozen shots to it trying to let out my anger. After that, i killed the zombies that were here.

"They'll pay for this!" i said softly. "They bloody will pay for this!"

after being alone for a few seconds, i stood up and looked around me. There are a lot of materials here. I wonder what i will make.
I grinned to myself as i heard a soft zombie like moan from the entrance door. If i have enough time, i can make them the test subjects and after which, i will try to find that brat for leaving me behind.

*Stryker*

We walked back to my place in silence. The only time we talked was when we formaly introduced ourselves.

"I'm Stryker, by the way." I said, sneaking a glance of her. She didn't look up, but nodded and replied, "Frankie."

That was pretty much it. I could tell she was having trouble coming with me, and I really couldn't blame her. I mean, in this time, with everything going on, people were turning against each other constantly. Hell, I didn't even really trust her, but I was going out on a limb and taking her under my wing, cause that's just the kind of guy I am.

We made it back in about a half hour. My house was pretty out there. It looked like a log cabin in the middle of the city, but it was more in the 'burbs than anything.

We walked through the door and she just kind of stood there in the thresh hold, looking like she was having an inner battle. I held my hand out to her. "It's okay. I promise."

She looked at my hand for a minute, and she finally came with me, but she never touched my hand. I showed her around the house. It was pretty basic, with a kitchen, living room, two bathrooms, and the other stuff. I showed her where she could sleep, in the guest bed room. My parents had always wanted more children, but they never got lucky enough. They had bought this house in the hopes of having a bigger family.

After I showed her all of the boring stuff, it was time to get to the good part.

"Come with me." I said excitedly. Frankie looked at me hesitantly, but she followed me down to our full sized basement. When I turned on the light, her jaw dropped.

The basement, which had been the size of our house when we first got there, had been made even bigger by dad. On one side, in a caged off area, was the armoury. It was loaded with all kinds of weapons, basic and more creative. On the other side, also caged in, was all kinds of food and other necessities, including nine generators, five water purification units, lots of batteries, and a lot of other stuff that I couldn't remember. My parents had always wanted to make sure that just in case something like....well, this would happen, they wanted to be prepared.

I turned to Frankie. "Well, what do ya think?"

Bridget

"Oh...I'm sorry."
"What about you?" Alexandra asked me.
"I had a big family, a lot of siblings, but I think all my family is gone...I saw them get changed into zombies, all except my 20 year old sister and 17 year old brother. All the rest I saw."
"So you don't know if your sister and brother are out there?" she questioned, a look o sympathy in her eyes.
"I really don't. I'm sure they're okay...I just miss them so much..."
"Yeah...I used to live in a bakery that my aunt owned...then the zombies came..."
"I'm sorry," I soothed her, but my voice was shaky with tears.
Suddenly, we heard a moaning down the ally. "Come on," I whispered. "We better go, before they find us."