Surviving Marathon

Guy Simmons- The Gage Hotel

I slammed the glass onto the bar making a satisfying thud. I held up three fingers to James sitting next to me. He laughed, he already had four downturned glasses in front of him,"Take another, here." He poured more whiskey into another glass. I grabbed it and rubbed my head before knocking it back, I shuddered.

48 hours ago me and James left Louisiana in a Chevy Convertible, we arrived in a place called Marathon,Texas. Its a small town with hardly any people or stores but, we managed to find the Gage hotel & bar. Now I'm sitting in the interior of a honky tonk bar, old, musty and smoke curling between the air. The only people I've seen so far is an old drunk in the back that looks sick, and the bartender that keeps eyeing me and James.

"Aaah!" Exhaled James as he took another shot, making it 5 him, 4 me. The bartender spit on an old stained rag and began wiping the bar down in front of us. We sat there silent, as a new song in the jukebox turned on, White Rabbit .(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3oRKvpZ7PjE)
The bartender broke the guitars of the song with his old cracked voice, "Not from aroun' here, I betcha," Me and James both shook our heads. "I can tell. Kno' why?" Rhetorical. "Cause of them fantsay suits, y'all are wear'in." I nodded my head and took another slug. A groan came from the man in the corner. "Shut up you ol' fuck!" Snapped the bartender. I snickered.
The bartender turned around with a scowl on his face, "Grant me one o' these days Lord, Ima shoot that bastard."
James laughed,"Oh yeah?"
"Hell yes, buddy."Exclaimed the bartender. "Got my Godsend already, I'm just waitin' for the word." The bartender pulled a .12 gauge from under the bar," Holds 6 shells since, I done enhanced it. My I love her, names Davis, after Fort Davis on up the 118."

There was a crash and the bar shuddered, the drunk in the corner had his head on the bar, the rest of his body was convulsing, blood began to run from his mouth onto the bar onto the floor. I jumped from my stool falling back into James. The bartender grabbed his gun, "What in Sam Hell do you think your doin'!" He yelled as he approached the drunk. "And you just had some kind of mushroom..." Blared the Jukebox. The bartender was in front of him now he narrowed the gun, "Get the fuck out of my bar!" He yelled. The drunk didn't pay attention to the gun, his head was still on the table, blood still dripping pooling under him, he began to groan and writhe. I backed farther to the other end of the bar, I couldn't look away, I couldn't speak only... watch. "1!" Shouted the bartender. I heard the song, "When logic and proportion..." "2!" Screamed the bartender cocking the gun, the man stopped moving. The music, "Anddd, the White Knight is talking backwards..." "3!" Yelled the bartender.

The man at the bar sprang alive grabbing the bartender by the collar of his shirt and biting into his throat. The gun went off,"What the fuck!" I yelled as blood sprayed from the bartender, the drunk kept biting into the bartender they both went over the side of the bar, I could only hear the drowned out screams. "Remember, what the Red Queen said!" White Rabbit I thought. The drunk emerged from the other side of the bar covered with blood, a crazy look in his eye, he gargled and lurched forward, "Get back!" I yelled. He kept shuffling forward, "I'm not fucking with you man!" I screamed, I grabbed onto the bar stool in front of me, pulling it closer. A foot away, he opened his mouth and jumped at me I lifted the leg of the stool through his mouth and pushed, the sharp end of the foot punctured through the back of his skull, sending blood over the cabinets and drinks. I let the stool fall with his body. "KEEP YOUR HEAD!" Shouted the song.

I heard James, "Look." I followed his gaze and saw out of the wall to wall windows, more of those things. Gnashing teeth, deranged eyes, blood, all pressed up against the glass. "KEEP YOUR HEAD!" Shouted the song once more before the shatter made me snap out of it, they poured in...

Its fine you guys, started the story off great. I put a link into my post listen to the song while you read it kind of goes together.

(Totally edited my earlier post... and lost it I'll just start again and base it off of Shamrock's Oh, and there are some French phrases, since she's from France, so you could just look up the translation on Google or something. )

Madeline Gusita- Avenue B (Near Church)

I exhaled as I slipped away from the flashing lights. Mon Dieu, I thought to myself while laughing. I thought I would never get away from the photographers. I pulled the gray cardigan tighter to my body and began walking away, hoping I wouldn't get caught.

I smiled to myself. Finally. I can start over, I thought to myself. It wasn't until a few minutes that I heard a piercing scream from where the shoot was. With a confused face, I slowly approached the area where the shoot was. I peered from behind a tree and my eyes widened.

They were nasty creatures that had a disgusting odour to them. Many parts of their bodies had skin peeling off, and I could fully see some bones. I winced at the sight. It was bloody, disgusting, and gorey. They were killing them! Or... eating them? This is sickening. I slowly backed away from the scene before bursting into a full out sprint away from the area.

What was that?! What happened over there?! I swallowed and finally stopped. I begin to catch my breath as images of what I've witnessed began to pop into my head. I sit on the ground and rub my head.

"No, no, no. That was fake! That was part of the shoot!" I kept saying to myself. "Who am I kidding?! That was freaking real!"

I knew it. France was always safer than Texas, I thought to myself.

(Hope this is okay! Tell me if something is wrong and I will edit! By the way, here's what she's wearing:

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James Zuckermann. The Gage Hotel

"Shit dude, shit! What the fuck is happening, man? Guy!! What the fuck do we do?!"
"Run, dumbass!"

Guy takes off backwards towards where the elevators are and I follow closely. The door closes before any harm can come to us. Guy hits the button marked "2"
"Where the fuck are we going?", I ask.
"Just shut up and follow me. I'm getting us out of this shit."

With a ding, the doors slide open and Guy darts out. As we're running We hear a huge explosion that shakes the whole hotel. "What the fuck was that, Guy? A fucking explosion?! What in the hell is going on?!"
Guy slaps me, "Dammit, James, get your shit together. I don't know what's going on but you're acting like a pussy and that won't help shit. Now follow me."

After that, I calm down and follow Guy into what appears to be the main hallway.
"See that window over there?", he asked me.
"Yeah"
"We're going to run and jump out of it on 3. Ready? 3!"

I don't have time to disagree, and, despite my best judgement I follow him out the window.
"He knows what he's doing," I say to myself as, together, we jump through the large glass window. Shards of glass fly everywhere. We fall a good 20 feet and when I hit the ground, my feet hurt like a bitch. I laid there for a second unable to motivate myself up. All of a sudden, I hear the screech of tires, a loud crash and a gun shot. I jump to my feet.

"Did you hear that, too, man?", Guy asked.
"Yeah, dude, couldn't have been more than a block over. What the hell is going on?"
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out. You coming with me?"
"To Hell and back"

Alyssa Brown- North 3rd street

The smell of decaying flesh surrounded me from all directions, sending a slight shiver up my spine. I starred at the man sprawled on the ground, blood dripping out of his wound. I've only lived in this town not too long ago before the zombies came, and one thing was for sure: they like the smell of blood.

My hand slightly quivered at the thought of a raid of them slowly walking in adn ripping that man into pieces. Even though I saw death infront of my eyes, seeing the guts being ripped out of a human while their still alive kind of grossed me out.

"I think we should put him in the car and get the hell out of this place," I sugested, placing my hand on the metal door of the car. "We can go to were I hide out, and there are plently of guns there." I starred at them, shrugging my shoulders.

Before I opened the car door, I saw the body under other car. I stopped for a second and observed the man once more, now closer. Blood still ran down his mouth, creating a small puddle of crimsom. The wind started to pick up, blowing my hair backward. I didn't know if Zombies had a good sense of smell, but then at that point the urge to get out was high. I opened the door and hopped in the back of the car, and slamming the door shut. I watched as she aided the man still, wrapping bandges over his head. I cought a glimspe of a white collor, and with curiousity, opened it. There was a sigh of relief as I saw water bottles bobbing around in the water.

I grabbed on and twisted its cap off, slowly gulping down it's cold refreshing liguid. The door opened, and in comes the wounded man laid down across the seat. I inched closer to the side to let him have more room. He moaned from the wound, as the pain slowly eased down.

"So were is this place?" said Seal, turning the key. The car came to life with a faint humming sound. The seat started to vibrate and the air conditioning kicked in. The cold air blowed into my face, releaving the heat that was rising in the hot Texas weather.

"Avenue D, there's an old barn there that my parents kept lots of good guns." I sighed, remembering about my adoptive parents that found me wondering the streets in Colorado. I'm used to seeing death, but if it means being eaten alive by zombies..then thats a diffretn story. For soem reason, I had this feeling that I shouldn't trust these two men. Though another side of me told me that they will take care of me.

Mark Lawson- North 5th Street and Avenue J

"Tony?! Are you there? Tony? Sheela? Is anyone there?"

Ol' Man Lawson shouted into the phone for his son and his daughter-in-law, but was only answered by their screams and the sound of crunching. He hung up and dialed the number of his granddaughter, Crystal, who lived just up the street from her parents who lived just across the subdivision from Lawson. No answer. He grabbed Lil' Bertha, his trusty 9 iron and took off towards Crystal's house thinking that he could still save her. When he got outside, he saw that the whole neighborhood had been taken by zombies. He ran as fast as he could with his bum leg, but the zombies were faster. As one sprinted at him from the front, he swung his club at him. The two heads connected and the zombie went down. Mark didn't have time to make sure he was dead, he just kept running. When he was just spittin' distance from Crystal's house, another one targeted him, this time it came from behind. She grabbed him by his shoulders and flung him down on his back. As the zombie went to bite him, Ol' Man Lawson beat her to it. He took a rather large chuck out of her calf; nothing was going to keep him from his granddaughter. The zombie shrieked in pain and this gave Lawson enough time to get up on his feet and take a swing at her. He hit her right where her ear was supposed to be but she kept coming after him. He took a swing downwards and cracked the top of her skull. This time she went down. Out of pure instinct, he delivered one more blow, driving her head down into the pavement. This was the first time he got a real look at the things. She was bloody. Not only where he had hit her but everywhere. on her clothes, in her mouth. Then he noticed it. The most horrifying part of all. This was her. This was Crystal, and now she's dead.

Marcus

I walked out of the Cafe Cenzino, a little spot off of route 90, and started walking down the road, my fully automatic M14
in my hand. I had heard crashing windows and doors, so I started walking towards the bar down the road. Thats when I saw the group of zombies crawling into the place. I threw off the saftey and open fired into the group.

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Why is no one posting?? :c

Marcus Moorson

I looked out of the window of an abandoned house that I am beginning to call home. It was right across from the elementary school. I took in the view as long as I could, then I started todig 2 by 4's out of the walls to use as barricades. Now all I needed were some nails so that the wood would stay in place. I figured that I would find some later. Right now, I had to figure out how to make a gun from almost nothing. In the house, there were some pipes that the water used to run through. those could be used as barrels. I could probably use part of a 2 by 4 for the stock.for the bullets, hmm... there were a lot of pencils in the house, so mabye the little metal parts could be the casing, and the person that lived here had a chain with the littleballs that ran through it. those could be the pellets. for the trigger, mabye part of a pipe. the spring would be from the matress. "Yes!" I thought. I had everything that was needed to make a gun and some bullets besides the black powder, but I had no way to fuse them together with a soldering iron. The power had gone from this place at some point, but I think the electricity in the school was fine, so I would go there to fuse the parts. then I had another epiphany. I could use fork tines as nails. the hammer could be the blunt end of a knife. now as for a soldering iron, I could probably go to the well place that was about ten minutes from here, so I set off in search of a soldering Iron. The only problem was, I had an unexpected visitor at my door, and he looked hungry - For me. I slammed the door in his face and booked it to the kitchen, where I found a steak knife. It wasnt much, but it would do. I reopened the door to find that I had about 5 more visitors. I stabbed the first one and booked it towards the well store as fast as I could, leaving the knife in the zombie's head, right where his eye was.

((OOC: I hope this Is okay. If there is a problem with this, Ill change it.

Frequency 77.4: Broadcasting Ft. Davis

All units report to Hangars B16, B15, B14, B13, A15, A12, A11, A5.

Disturbance at Marathon, Texas.

All units are to use live ammunition.

Delta, Zulu and Foxtrot have set barricades on East Marathon, Highway 90.

Whiskey, Kilo, Papa have set barricades on West Marathon, Highway 90.

Chinooks inbound...

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The Unforeseen Hand of Fate

According to the rules, anyone who has not yet posted should be dead.. however since this is the first week, I shall give you one longer. At that point anyone who has not posted shall relinquish themselves to The Unforeseen Hand of Fate. I'll be back this Wednesday.

Madeline Gusita- Avenue B (Still near Church)

I stood up again, and started backing away from that area again. I'm going to keep backing up until I'm not in Texas! God, help me. I should've never taken the stupid job offer.

I look to my left and see a building with a cross on the top. My gosh thank you! I can now pray for my, or the other's, safety! I peered through the door, checking if there are any zombies around. I step inside, and begin walking towards the front of the church. I listened to the clicks of my flats as I walked. I kneel down and begin praying. I will not stop praying until this... end of the world thing has ended! And I do not mean the world.

I bow my head then begin muttering to myself. I continue that until I hear loud screeching in front of the church. I pull my cardigan tighter against my torso, and faced the door. I slowly approach the exit, in case it was a zombie. I clench my fist and open the door. Heck, there were no zombies- thank God- it was just a... car. I walked towards the car to see a younger girl, an older man, and another man about my age.

(Hope this is okay!)

((OOC: School just started, I thought I would be able to participate but I'm swamped. You can kill off my character. Make her death awesome, tho. ;D))

(Sorry for not posting for a while : /, and I won't be able to again for a bit, goinf on a cross-country road trip an' all. Is it ok if my character runs off, then returns with an explanatory post somewhere around next week? If not, please kill me off as epically as you will thattannagirl)

Sorry, I just started school. Tomorrow for sure I will post.