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 Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2015 5:00 pm
John looked back at the PDA when he heard the notification sound. Someone replied to the open chatlog.Cool! But not so cool when he saw who it was. Oh well. Better than no one.
EB: being forced to go to the betty crocker factory. my dad thought it would be a fun idea.
EB: but whats weird is that my dad is doing this without saying so earlier. usually he lets me know if he's got a family trip in mind.
John was in the middle typing something to say in the chat but the car made a sudden turn. "Whoa!" John hit the car door, dropping the PDA to the floor out of surprise. "Dad!" He shouted. Mr.Egbert ignored him though. Too focused on getting away from a small road block.
Several bodies lay in the road ahead, with several people crouched around them. Mr.Egbert didn't need to stop to know what was going on. He could see those figures ripping the bodies apart. He was just grateful John had busied himself with the PDA.
"Sorry son." He said. "People are driving like mad it seems." John gave his father the 'Yeah no s**t!' look. He looked out the windows of the window, the ones that weren't blocked by suitcases, to try and find out what was going on. His eyes went wide when he caught sight of something in the rear view mirror. The car was going pretty fast but not fast enough. John saw it. Quickly he reached down to retrieve the PDA,making sure not to captchalogue it and began typing away a new reply.
EB: you are not gonna believe what I just saw!
EB: there were some people road and my dad had to swerve the car to avoid them. i think i saw one of them holding an arm. a severed one!
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2015 5:49 pm
Dave was left in a situation himself backed up against the cash register, an some walking corpses making there way to him. His phone went off as someone had been messaging him through his PesterChum.
Dave: Now is not the time to be messaging me.
As they got closer he hopped over the counter, face the entrance to the dinner, before he could take a step forward, one of the undead employees grabbed on the the back color of his shirt trying to pull him closer. He kept pulling back trying to get himself free.
Dave: s**t for some dead chick youve got a crazy grip.
With one last tug, Dave flew forward an stumbled his way to the door. An quickly closed the door to to the dinner behind him. Walking backward slowly as he saw from the outside through the glass the dead trying to get free. Not paying attention Dave walked into some trash cans that had been lying on the curb. With a loud clang! as the can feel, some moans could be heard coming to the source of the sound.
Dave: ....well s**t
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Kampfer Crimson Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2015 6:20 pm
Karkat stood there deep in thought as he walked down the street and saw Dave hightailing it out of a shop with some kind of abomination in pursuit as he then picked up speed and ran towards his friend, picking up a broken signpost on his way and hurling it through the air as it would then embed itself in the head of one of the walking abominations.
"SUP ********, HOW HAVE YOU BEEN AND HOLY s**t DID I JUST KILL SOMEONE?" Karkat stood there bursting out in laughter as he walked over to the fallen corpse and pulled the signpost out from its skull
Karkat then took out his phone and responded to the memo again.
---carcinoGeneticist (CG) has re-entered the chat---
CG: SUP ********, THERE'S LIKE WALKING DEAD THINGS OUT HERE!
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2015 9:38 pm
The Airport was buzzing and the air was thick. There was no way he was going to be caught here like a sitting duck. They had turned off the TVs in order to, "keep people calm," most of them only panicked more. Bro walked around a few times looking for a distraction but one made it's self. A woman began shrieking as plane crashed down nose first, sliding down the run way. With the security rushing over he slipped out the side door to the parking. He walked over to a decent sized pick up and pulled an extra shirt from his bag. Watching for guards he wrapped it around his hand and busted out the vent widow in the back, he threw his stuff in and unlocked the door. Prying off the bottom panel he hotwired the truck. The engine revved and he heard a loud explosion come from the run way. Not bothering to find out what just blew sky high he whipped the truck out of the lot, busting through the gates.
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Pseudoironic Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 12:54 pm
Gamzee followed karkat and saw Dave, he rubbed his head with the bowling pin as he just looked around, he then saw one of the corpses on the group start to try and get up, but he moved over to the thing, bringing his pins viciously into its face until on the ground was left nothing but a pulp.
He looked around afterwards, blood splattered onto his face, then looked at Dave and Karkat as he sat on the corpse he just smashed. "honk."
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 1:15 pm
Dave watched as the walkin corpse fell to the ground, with half a sign stick out of it. He then turned his head to the sound of an loud and annoying voice he was all to familiar with, he looked over to the said an saw none other than KarKat and his Juggalo friend together.
Dave: Holyshit KarKat
Dave got up and brushed himself off an walked over to the two.
Dave: An to answer your question ive been ******** amazing, no breakfast, im out of ******** AJ KarKat, and almost became someone else's breakfast.
Dave said as he walked back to the front of the diner, watching the walking tried to push open the diner doors.
Dave: Check this s**t out, actual zombies, like damn dude.
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Kampfer Crimson Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 3:02 pm
Karkat stood there brandishing the red stop sign as he admired the now bent signpost with a shrug of his shoulders he would then place it against his shoulder and just lift it up softly and then drop it as if tapping it against his own shoulder.
"SUP COOLKID, WE SHOULD LIKE BARRICADE THAT DOOR AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE OR JUST ******** GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE. - RIGHT GAMZEE?"
He would look at them both with his eyebrows raised and then spin around on the spot as he slammed the flat end of the sign post down on the top of a corpses head and squashed it against the floor as the blood would then splatter around the area.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 3:08 pm
Gamzee is still sitting on the corpse, his mind was a blank as he saw Karbro talk it up with that strider dude, he searched the corpse and found a weird pack with a red covering on it, he put it in his pocket before he stood up and decided to walk up to karbro, his eyes seemed dim and looking like it was shallow, almost empty as he noticed karbro talking to him.
"YOUR MOTHER ******** RIGHT MOTHER ********, OR JUST ******** s**t UP LIKE ITS NO TOMORROW." He said to both him and Dave, he really wasn't in the right mind set to actually respond correctly to him.
"board this place up or give me something better then my pins." He says to them afterwards.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2015 11:16 pm
Your name is Cronus Ampora. You are a 19 years old and today you awoke to all Hell breaking loose.
Cronus was in his room ******** around on his guitar and watching the news. He was only half paying attention to it, but it looked like some places were in real trouble. Reports of people getting hurt real bad or just dropping dead. It sort of freaked him out. He jolts up right as the sound of screams echo outside. He swallows and turns off his TV, moving over to the window. Cronus was not among those who were suspicious, nor was he among those who had many friends to call his own. He bothered some enough that he felt he may be at least thought of slightly. But he was pretty used to that sort of treatment.
Outside on the street there was the source of the screaming. Cronus got wide eyes since this was the first time he had ever seen anything like this near his home. A woman was surrounded by three of the nastiest looking ******** this side of the city, we're talking some serious s**t here, those guys needed to see a doctor. They were falling the ******** apart. The worst of it was that they were devouring that woman who wasn't really screaming anymore. Cronus jerks away from the window. Holy s**t. He needed to get to a ******** hardware shop and get some lumber to barricade his house before this got much worse in his area.
He grabs up his bass slinging it behind his back. He didn't have much for weapons, and this thing was pretty heavy duty so it would have to do. Not like he couldn't afford a new one, what with practically being royalty and all. Not that he was going to rub that in anyone's face. He makes sure all his windows and doors are locked, switching on the key ring from his house key to the key that belonged to his truck. Normally he would take out his Babydoll, but she wasn't exactly fit to transport lumber. She was a 1950s Golden Flash after all. No way he was risking her getting scratched up in this hell hole of a time. He would come back for her. He took off down the street before he got too much attention from the engine starting.
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