Zombie Apocalypse (PG-13): In Character

[Venom]

Xavier continued to trim the horde down one by one but he would have to fall back shortly because there were just too many of them. He had worked up a sweat pulling back his string dozens of times and his arms were getting tired. Just when he thought he would need to retreat back to the Defense Team, a white van came roaring onto the streets with guns blazing from within. There were also what appeared to be two blades protruding out from either side of the vehicle slicing and dicing any infected flesh that came into contact with it.

"Who the hell is that?" Xavier asked to himself as he paused for a moment to take in the sight. Whoever they were they were sure as hell crazy but Xavier wasn't going to complain, he needed some back up at the moment.

The archer retreated a to a car ten meters or so behind him and resumed his rain of arrows. He was so proficient with the weapon that he averaged one arrow released per second, an astonishing feat for anyone, especially over such a long duration of time. The van was getting closer and tearing up more and more zombies. He noticed one zombie stuck on the blades of the van who wasn't quite dead yet. Apparently no one noticed it because it was slowly moving towards the nearest window. Sure they would probably kill it before it even got close but Xavier felt like testing himself and of course he wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to show off. He had to take into account the van's speed and the precise location of the zombies head.

He took a deep breath as he pulled back the string and let loose his arrow. The miniature spear hit its mark as it pierced the zombie's skull and rendered it once again lifeless.

"Damn I'm good." Xavier said to himself with a grin.

He fired off a couple more arrows before realizing he was almost out of ammunition. There were three arrows remaining.

"This isn't good."

The horde was only about fifty meters from him now and getting closer every second. He set his bow down and waved his arms in the air, hoping that the driver of the van would notice and slow down enough where he could catch a ride back to the Defense Team's check in station. If luck was on his side they would see him in time enough to pick him up on the go.

"This is gonna be interesting."

[Psycho Bugler]

“Oy, David!” shouted Brenda.

“Yeah!” he answered, not turning around.

“We’ve got some guy with a bow trying to flag us down. I’m going to slow down. Plug up the back window and get to the side door to get him in.”

“Alright, will do!” David pushed the same button that opened the window and the cover slid back on. He hopped around Brett and over the unconscious Joe to the side door. He put the AK-47 around his shoulder and pushed the door open, looking for the guy Brenda mentioned. He spotted him in next to a car ahead and waved at him. His hair was jet black, and he carried a white compound bow. So he was the freak who was using fletched weapons.

“Yo! Get in!” David shouted, as they got closer to him. Brenda slowed down, but they skidded about fifty feet before slowing down.

“Shit, you over shot it!” Brett yelled peering out the back window.

“Come on!” David yelled.

The man began sprinting over to the slowly creeping van when suddenly about a dozen zombies fell from the bridges suspension cables right in front of him and the swarm was closing in behind them fast.

“What the hell do we do?” Bob asked. “If I shoot, I’ll hit him, too.”

“Leave it to me,” said David.

He grabbed a sword from behind him and rolled out of the van against an abandoned car, before getting up and sprinting at the zombies surrounding the bow wielding man. He wound up his sword and swung the sword , decapitating the head off of the closest one. This seems to have gotten their attention.


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(OOC: Hopefully we're not moving too fast.)

[Venom]

Xavier stopped in his tracks as infected seemed to be falling from the sky around him. His rescue had not gone as smoothly as he had envisioned but there was still a chance they could all make it out alive. The zombies' attention quickly turned from the raven haired survivor to a sword wielding young man that had jumped from the moving van that took the head off of one of the zombies. Xavier used the distraction to hop back up to the top of a nearby car where he jumped from cartop to cartop and made his way around and over the zombies. He turned back to see if his rescuer was going to be alright.

"Hey! We've gotta get out of here!" Xavier shouted.

"I'll be there in a minute!" The man shouted as he cut down another two of the infected attackers. Either he hadn't noticed or didn't care but the zombies were about to fully surround him making it impossible for him to get away.

Xavier's instincts quickly took over his body and in one smooth motion he raised his bow up, placed an arrow in position, puled back and fired in just under two seconds. The arrow pierced the skull of an infected that was blocking the other man's path. "Let's go!"

The man nodded and swung wildly as he escaped the surrounding crowd of zombies. They both sprinted back to the van, Xavier jumping from the tops of cars and the man with the sword running down the bridge. The two of them jumped into the van as it sped away towards the checkpoint.

Xavier shook his head after the not-so-soft landing before looking around at the eccentric group inside the van. "Thanks but um, who are you guys?"

[Psycho Bugler]

David and the other guy were safe and sound. It also seemed that Joe had started to come to and had taken David’s place in the back with the AK-47.

The van rushed down the bridge while Bob was on the roof going trigger happy. It seemed they were finally going to be safe in San Francisco when David saw out the bak of the van that they were passing through a huge barrier and tall gates closed behind him. He had never felt so safe in his life.

David helped the man up and brushed himself off.

“Thanks, but um… Who are you guys?” he asked.

Brett took liberty to begin explaining.

“We’re a group of uninfected humans who are epicly hardcore zombie slayers. We’re members of ZK Unit-69 of EPIC2 which is short for the combatant group Explicit Purification of Infected Creatures. The other group is EPIC1 where the E is short for Ethical. They research a cure for the virus mutation.”

“I’m Joe,” began Joe. “That’s Brett. Bob is uptop manning the turret and Brenda is driving. This guy who saved you is David.”

“Nice to meet you,” said David. “You’re pretty hardcore for using a bow. I never caught your name.”

[Venom]

"The name's Xavier; and this bow has saved my life, and the lives of others, more times than I can count." The raven haired teen said as he held his weapon up for all to see. Everyone got out of the now parked van. "So you guys are zombie hunters?" Xavier asked.

"I guess you could say that." David answered.

"Well that's pretty cool. I'd like to kill as many of those things as possible."

"You won't have to worry about killing any infected humans while you're here." Came a voice from behind Xavier.

He turned to see who it was. "Who are you?" He asked. She was a very attractive female with medium-length, straight red hair. Her complexion was fair and Xavier could even see a few very light freckles on her face. She was wearing typical business office attire.

"My name is Julie Carroway and I am the registration director here in San Fransisco. I heard all the commotion going on outside the gates and decided to see what was happening."

"Well I appreciate your concern but we made it in okay." Xavier answered.

"I can see that. You'll need to follow me so you can register with Civil Services."

"Civil Services?"

"Here in San Fran every person is registered and accounted for. This allows us to better make sure everyone's needs are met and also helps us assign everyone to proper jobs and assignments."

"Um that gunfire may have damaged my hearing because I thought I just heard you say jobs and assignments." Xavier exclaimed slightly confused.

"You don't think we just have a bunch of free loaders here do you? Did you honestly expect that a city of slightly over one million people just magically ran by itself?"

"Well I um. . . I didn't really think about it. I guess you're right."

"Yes, I am. Every person over the age of 18 is assigned a job or task that he or she is best suited for. This could range from waiting tables in our restaurants to working in our gardens to border patrol."

"Is there any job where I can just kill zombies and get people to bring me food?" The archer asked trying to lighten the mood. This woman seemed very serious; Xavier guessed it was probably from her job.

"No, there isn't. We are in need of janitors, however." She said with one raised brow and a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Now if you all will please follow me we can get you registered and into a living facility within the hour." Julie turned and walked towards a tall office building.

"Well guys I suppose we should follow the nice lady." Brett spoke up as he and the rest of the group headed towards the Registration Department.

Xavier paused for a moment, partly because he was a bit stunned at how matter-of-factly this woman seemed and also partly because she had a nice ass. He had finally arrived at the one place that was supposed to be totally safe and secure. A new chapter of his life was about to open. No more was he going to be secretly stalking the empty streets, always looking behind him to make sure there wasn't a horde of blood-thirsty infected chasing after him.

At least that's what he thought.

[Preacherman094]

The smell of oil, cigarette smoke, and any combination of machine smells you could imagine filled the air. Thomas took in a big breath as if it were ecstacy to him, letting out the breath slowly. He headed over to his newest project that he was working on, looking at it in awe.

"Hey Country! How's it comin' over there?" someone shouted from underneath a vehicle.

" Awe Shucks, looks grand to me!" Thomas chuckled as he looked at the giant that layed ahead of him. It was a garbage truck that he had been instructed to turn into an infected killing machine. He already had placed three machine gun turrets on the top, and cut a port in the back for one. It was looking good, the inside bay was renovated for storage and occupation. The cab was reinforced with metal and glass, but the best of all. Mounted on the passenger side front glass. His favorite addition, a rocket propelled grenade launcher. Just in case they need to blow something out of their way on the road.

He lit a cigarette and set back in his chair next to the plans for the doomsday machine. Reaching over turned a small knob and " A country boy can survive." by Hank Williams Jr. now echoes through the machine shop. He was starting to close his eyes for a quick second.

"Big Country! Get your hillbilly can off that chair, and back to work!" roared from behind him like thunder from a mid-summer storm.

"Dadgom, you scared me there!" he yelled back at the figure standing behind him.

"The devil straight out of Hell wouldn't scare you! Now get up!" snapped the voice.

Thomas swiveled around in his chair to gaze upon a short little man. His hair was thinning, he was chubby, and was a few inches shy of being considered a member of the lolly pop guild. The man was starting to red from frustration, with Thomas.

"We need that done by 4:00pm tomorrow, or city officials are gonna have my head! said the little man. With anxiety in his voice.

"Easy Frodo, we will have it done by today at 4." Thomas assured his boss.

Sighing in relief the little man just rubbed his head and waved his arms. He turned around headed back into his office and slammed the door.

"What did you do this time!" exclaimed the same voice from under the car.

"Oh it's just Frodo, I think he lost his boyfriend's ring or somethin." chuckled Thomas still sitting in his chair.

"To make Henry that aggrivated, you must have done something!" the voice said in haste.

A bell rang out throughout the shop. Thomas looked down at his watch.

"Time for lunch!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

He headed out of the shop going toward his housing unit. He walked through the door and was met by this pretty little number with lunch on the table.

"Oh darlin, you look so tired." she said in a sweet voice.

"Yea, hard day got alot of orders, and ZK Unit-69 is coming back today and will need work." Thomas sighed.

"Oh, Baby...Don't work to hard now or you won't feel like givin' me those sweet kisses." she said softly.

"Honestly, Samantha...I love you!" He said as he grabbed her up in his arms and kissed her.

Lunch time went by fast and when he entered into the shop. He found a note on his work desk.

" ZK Unit-69 is due back any moment prepare for service."

He shook his head and got back to work. Looking at the titan of a vechicle he was constructing. If only he had thought of something like this before the Infection hit his hometown. He could have saved alot of lives, including those of his lost family members. This thought rolled over in his mind, thousands of times in one day.

The "What-if's" had taken him over.

His mind gazed back through the struggles he had to face before reaching the "Safe Zone". The Brutality he saw, the infected he had killed. One memory stood out in his mind, as a tear began to roll down his cheek.

[Psycho Bugler]

David and Xavier followed Ms. Carroway towards the registration building. He tried remembering what it had been like when he visited San Francisco for his cousin’s marriage to a Jewish man. It all seemed so long ago. Even though it was back in the sixth grade, that wedding felt like a different lifetime.

“Xavier,” David whispered to his most likely future comrade. “Brett, Bob, Joe, and Brenda said they could put in a good word for me to join one of the squads that drives around the U.S. looking for survivors and killing zombies. I’ll tell them to put in a good name for you, too.”

“Thanks, Dave,” said Xavier. “My last name is Young. They might need that last bit of information.”

“Call me David. It’s one more syllable, but my dad went by Dave; I hate my dad.”

Xavier nodded in approval of his reasoning.

“I’ll need you two to fill out these forms,” said Ms. Carroway. “Just let me know when you’re done.”

“Ok,” David replied automatically. He grabbed two pens out of his left pocket and offered one to Xavier.

David began filling it out. It actually asked a lot of things. He checked back to the top of the form and all information was required. Sighing heavily, he returned to the line marked “Social Security No.” What was his social security number? After remembering from when he had to use it all the time in high school, he put it down. After that, he came to immunizations. He hadn’t had any immunizations since high school, but he decided he must have that information with him somewhere. He scrounged through his wallet and conveniently enough, there was a small yellow paper with all of his immunizations records. It made him wonder if there would be a day where he could check off a zombie vaccination on one of these things.

The two finished within fifteen minutes-it was a very long and extensive form after all-and handed them back to Ms. Carroway.

“Well, then. We’ll process these as soon as possible. The only room we can afford to give you right now is a double room. I hope you don’t mind that,” she said with a glare to Xavier.

“No, ma’am,” David said to her. “That’s just fine.”

“Excellent then. I’ll have one of our landlords show you where your apartment will be.” She turned around to the desk. “Excuse me, Drake.”

A stout man popped up. He was balding and wearing shorts and a polo shirt.

“What is it, Julie?” the man said with an amazingly flamboyant lisp.

“Could you take these two to the last open apartment within your complex?” she asked.

“No problem, hon,” he said. “Right this way boys.”

He began strutting towards the exit. Xavier and David picked up their things and followed Drake out the door.

“David, Xavier. I’ll have your job assignments within the next 24 hours. Don’t stray too far from your room.” Julie turned to her desk and began working on something.

As the two followed Drake, David turned to Xavier. “That registration form was a total bitch. But that redhead wasn’t bad looking.”

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((Excellent post, Preacher. I can already tell I'm going to enjoy roleplaying with you.))