Ontario

[ldaj955]

" okay lets go " luke says as he pulls out his keyes jumps in the semi and then turns the keys and starts the car and then yells " hey guys com and get in".  

[ZombieApocalypseSurvivor]

Suddenly, there was a screeching noise as a yellow hummer sped around the corner, swerving violently. Richie was in the driver's seat, barely in control of the Hummer. He had just straightened himself out when he saw a young woman standing in front of a house as zombies closed in on her. He accelerated, mowing down as many of the ombies as he could, barreling past the house. He threw it in reverse and sloppily backed up over the pile of zombies. He got out of the car, running up to the young woman as he took out several of the nearby zombies with his Spas- 12.
"Are you okay?" He asked, killing the last of the zombies, but knowing more would follow the noise he had just created.  

[ZombieApocalypseSurvivor]

(that was to no life just an fyi)  

[xTx Monty xTx]

(actually we are somewhere seeing how i made connections with a smoke flare i just meet these guys along the way of meeting point) "umm okay let go" opens the door the of semi and get seated "im ready are you"  

[l_uke]

"YES! Let's GO!" Vincent screamed. He rolled down the window and shot two zombies that were fumbling down an alley.  

[Jenocide Doll]

The sound of a bike echos in the street like th scream on an angry ghost. Nyoko leans in as she picks up speed, one hand keeping the bike steady and the other her katana ready. She swings as she zooms past an undead slicing threw his torso and one of his arms at the elbow. The body flops to the ground in a gooey mess and continues to jerk and twitch as the legs walk around on their own for a moment. A flare lights up the sky which catches Nyokos attention, she turns her bike and heads toward it. dispite the fact that she had a prefrance to be alone she wanted to find some people. living people. conversations with undead rarely get past moaning and gropeing. like prom night.



turning a corner to sharp nearly sent her flying into the front of a semi but vered to the side at the last second. The back wheel slid under her and knocked the legs out from under a armless undead who wiggled on the ground like a turtle n its back. Nyoko giggled as she righted herself.

(why join a group if you want to stick with one person? start a privet RP with them and dont get huffy when other people try to inculde you)  

[ldaj955]

Luke start to drive off rolling up his windows and keeping his eyes on the road and then he said "ok Monty u should tell where your going and you should to Vincent cause i dont have adestination i am just looking for and army."  

[Takuha]

((Hey people of Ontario, I'm gonna start posting here, sometime soon, but, can someone tell me where Ontario is, in the world I mean, and can someone give me a lowdown on where everyone in the forum is and what they're doing, because honestly I don't have a clue right now sweatdrop ))  

[N for Notorious]

((Its in Canada, its where our half of Niagra falls is, and upwards.))  

[NoLifeKing66]

Maryse raised her shotgun and pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. In her haste, she had forgotten to pump the handgrip and eject the expended shell. She didn't have the time, now. The zombies were closing in on her, reaching out for her, pushing and shoving one another in order to get at her, the human, the living human. She had no idea how they could have amassed so quickly, but she had no doubt that they'd been drawn by all the noise she'd been making. Suddenly, Maryse's 'fight-or-flight' response kicked in. She knew it. She could feel her blood vessels constricting in some places, dilating in others. Her heartbeat and breathing quickened. Instead of freezing in fear, Maryse became more focused. "Fight-or-flight," she murmured softly to herself, "Fight-or-flight, fight-or-flight."

Flight, she decided, and ducked back into the house, closing the door behind her. She'd broken the lock upon entry, so she threw her back against it, praying that the zombies wouldn't force their way in, knowing that they would, knowing that she'd only managed to buy herself a little time. She pumped her shotgun, ejecting the expended shell and chambering a fresh one. She stood there, her back against the door, trying to figure out what to do next.

Suddenly, she heard a loud screeching noise. A familiar screeching noise. Car tires, she realized. Burning rubber. A yellow hummer sped around the corner, swerving violently, then barreled past the house, mowing down any zombies in its way, then backed up. Maryse heard a couple shotgun rounds go off, then silence. Slowly, cautiously, Maryse opened the door. She saw the yellow hummer, parked on a pile of zombies, some of which were still moving, its engine running loudly. A young-looking man approached her, shooting a few of the zombies he'd missed with his shotgun, a Franchi SPAS-12.

"Are you okay?" he asked her.

Maryse was hyperventilating and sweating heavily, coming down from the adrenaline high she'd been on for the last few minutes. Ever since struggling to survive had become a part of her daily routine, Maryse had learned that, when the time comes, you act first and you think later. When the zombies had been closing in, she had acted. Now that they were dead, or mostly dead, she was thinking. She was thinking critically. She was, after all, a critical thinker.

"Okay?!" she said, a little louder than she'd intended, "Of course I'm not okay! I'm not going to be okay! What the Hell are you doing? What the Hell were you thinking? You can't just drive around like a ******** madman and mow down all the zombies you see! You're just going to attract more, idiot."  

[Takuha]

Greg pounded down the streets, the sound of Rollin by limp bizkit roaring like a barely tune ful thunderstorm from the car's stereo, it had just happened to come on on his Ipod, which he had plugged into the cars sereo in an attempt to drown out the reality of lots of dead people scrambling around and eating the living. The song was suprisingly relevant to his current situation, well sort of, he was driving anyway. As he slowed to pass by some upturned cars, he dared to look out of the window at a mass of zombies scrambling to pull apart what looked like the remains of a horse, the the road was clear again, and he roared back up sixty, hitting the occasional undead idiot that dared to stroll into the car's path.  

[ZombieApocalypseSurvivor]

"You can b**** me out later! get in the hummer, we gotta get outta here! I just came from a small military outpost. few hundred people in a large apartment building. Somehow the infection got inside. I think I'm the only one that got out, but those things won't be far behind if we don't leave now!" Joe said, grabbing her arm, trying to get her to budge and get her in the Hummer.  

[l_uke]

"Well, I'm not headin' anywhere. Yonge Street is where Monty was goin'. How 'bout we head there?" Vincent said to Luke.