Zombie Land RP

A mutation of Mad Cow disease had found its way in the beef and thus began the spread of a illness that turned everyone into Zombies. And so, the U.S. has become known as Zombie Land among the very few survivors. Our characters will meet in Phoenix City, Alabama, each having their own destination and place to go, battling the zombie terrors along the way.

Character Template can be found here: https://randomroleplay.forumotion.net/character-creator-f20/zombie-land-character-template-t50.htm#559

Save me some sugar from Midnight Riders played on the Racing car radios cd. Chrish Kept pressing his foot on the gas pedal when he rammed on Zombie at the Highway. "Nothing beats the good ram a zombie game!" He exclaimed. As He reached to Gas station to fill up his racing car's gastank he placed Pistol in it's holstered on his waist and Shotgun reloaded on his hand, he stepped out from car. Gas station looked empty from outside. He approached the station past the gas pump's into inside, few merchandise on the floor chip's and magazine's. There was dried splatter's of blood infront the counter on the floor. He walked past all three low shelf line's to see if there was anything hiding. After cheking he took soda drink out of the shop's frige which was out of power and soda was warm. Placing the soda drink into his pocket he circled around the counter to cash registrees post and listened closely agains't door not hearing anything. He was about to grap the door handle when he stopped halfway he pulled his hand back. He took pistol out of it's holster and banged door with bottom of pistol and quckly slid over the cash counter and turning around just in time when Zombie bursted door open. "Sorry about this.....Tom." He said when he read the name on zombies jumpsuits name tag and shot zombie with pistol, aiming at head.

The Shot landed cleanly middle of Zombies forehead killing it instantly. He holstered his pistol and slid again over the counter and circled around the zombie into a back room. Ordinary break room with one half eaten corpse. "Woah! Look's like I interrupted your meal Tom..." Chrish said waved stench off. He was 95 percent sure that corpse wouldn't suddenly stand up. But he wasn't going to take chance's, so he took out his pistol again and placed shot into corpses head. He searched trough the break room and found shotgun slug's in a box under the sofa.

Diego had been driving for hours now, listening to her CDs of j-rock artists and wiggling in her seat, trying to get rid of the numbness in her ass. She was sorely (no pun intended) hoping that there was a gas station nearby because one, she was hungry, two, her jeep needed gas, and three, her ass had fallen asleep and needed a little waking.

To her immediate relief, Diego spied a gas station coming up ahead. She pulled over next to a gas pump and checked her Desert Eagle, making sure there were bullets in he magazine. After her sheathing her machete (but leaving her katana behind) Diego ducked out of her jeep and reached for the pump.

But then, she heard a loud gunshot that came from inside the station's store. Her hand automatically went to her gun and she bent low, leaning to the left a little and trying to see through the grimy windows of the store.

It has been a while since she had met with someone and though there was a probability that they could survive for much longer together, she didn't know if this person had been bitten or not. It was better to be safe then sorry after all.

"This is just like chrismas!" Chrish exclaimed when he stuffed shotgun slug's into his pocket's. He turned to door leading back to shop side. "Take care Tom." Chrish said to Dead Zombie and headed outside.

Diego spotted Chrish exiting the shop and she took a second to look over him.

He didn't look like a near-undead. In fact he looked pretty healthy, but she couldn't be so sure.

Lifting her gun and stepping in view, Diego pointed the barrel towards
Chrish. "Hey," she said, lifting her chin a little as if greeting him.

Chrish lift his hand's in air, he wasn't going to take his chance with someone pointing a shotgun barrel at him.

He looked at Diego who was pointing her gun at him. She looked fine no bite mark's or anything. " Hi, it's been while since i saw someone who hasn't tried to take a chunk of me" He said hand's up trying to make friendly smile.

Diego raised an eyebrow and slowly approached Chrish, still pointing her gun at him. "What about you?" she asked, looking him over again. "Got any bite marks? Something I need to be worried about?"

"Uh in addition to sore ass and thirst, not feeling any different." He said shruggin shoulder's still keeping hand's up.

" Tom inside the shop looked little pale thou" He said frowning his brown.

After a second of inner debating, Diego lowered her gun with a snort and holstered it.

"All right, I believe you," she said, glancing at the store before looking at Chrish again. "Name's Diego. Yours?"

"Name's Chrish, and glad to see lady like yourself in the middle of nowhere." He said, making a friendly conversation.

"Whoa, nice ride!" Chrish walked to Diego's red jeep, examining it from outside. "Never seen this model at our garage at New Orlean...And i can tell, it's in top condition!" He said circlin around car like a puppy which had found something interesting.

Diego raised an eyebrow again. A gear head? He could be useful...

"Well, I don't know much about cars," she said with a shrug. "It's not even that new..."

"You must be kidding, True there are few dents which you can barely see. Oh and you got some zombie flesh on the bumper" He said.
"Oh by the way...If your heading to bathrooms, Check the stalls, It's the only place i haven't checked so far." He said, he opened the race car's door placing the warm soda and shotgun shell's to back seat.

Diego unsheathed her machete and smirked a little. "Not gonna use the bathroom," she muttered as she walked towards the store. All she needed was food and drink. If she wanted to relieve herself, there was miles of nature ahead of her.

A motorcycle zoomed down the roads, causing the wind to blow back the occupant of said vehicle's hair. Talbotton looked down the road, looking for a gas station to fill her bike back up. She soon spotted one and sharply turned into the driveway, skidding her bike to a stop.

She looked around and saw two people in front of her.

"Yo," She said simply, raising her hand up in greeting.

Diego left the store, bite free and with a bag of food, just as Talbotton drove up on her bike. Diego moved her hand to the hilt of her machete, which had returned to its sheath, but she didn't see any bite marks on the other girl.

At Talbotton's greeting, Diego just nodded her head.

"God if your up there, thank you" Chrish muttered then quickly turned back to Talbotton.

"Welcome to middle of nowhere" Chrish announced arm's wide. "name's Chrish ,may I ask your name?"

"Names aren't important," She said getting off the bike and grabbing a hold of her brush ax, "But you can call me Talbotton."

"Hn... Diego..." Diego said, removing her hand from her machete to show that she was relatively harmless.

"Jesus! Why do i feel that every people i meet i's an asshole?" Chrish though. "Hey! Ain't that Honda CBR600?!" Chrish asked now curious again looking at Sport bike Behind Talbotton.

Talbotton shrugged, "What do you expect out of a zombie apocalypse, it makes everyone an asshole. And yeah it is."

"Oh, man! These really go fast, one time when few of my buddies brough one to garage. We fix it up good and took a test drive, but apparantly the police didn't like the way we modified the bike and went after us."

"And my buddy Keith got this grazy idea to drive through ramp that jumped over donut shop, it seemed like a good idea first. But then he landed on police car and oh man they were pissed!" Chrish said while he circled around the bike.

Diego walked over to her jeep and dumped her food into the passenger's seat.

"Fascinating," she said with sarcasm. "Now, are we going to travel together or something?"

"More the merrier...." Chrish said and organized the supplies in his car. "I hate you god" Chrish said in his mind when he placed shotgun to passenger seat.

"You can travel, I gotta fill up the tank," Talbotton said pushing the bike over to a gas pump.

Diego shrugged, then reached for the gas pump that she neglected. As she waited for her tank to fill up, she leaned against her jeep and nodded her head towards the others.

"Where are you guys headed to?" she asked for the sake of conversation.

"Go ahed and fill up, we ain't got any hurry" Chrish said and sat in race car and pulled out map and spying out any other things along the road.

"I don't particulary have any destination, Just wandering around. Searching some surviver like you two..." He said focusing on map.

"Yeah, me neither, no destination in particular," Talbotton said as she filled the tank of her bike, "What about you?"

Diego shrugged. "I came from the West... I'm going East... and then maybe up North," she said, fiddling with her coat. "Maybe the cold doesn't allow the disease to manifest... ya'know, some shit like that from the movies..."

"Hmm that might not be whisfull thinking....But i have seen zombie's in fast food restaurant freezer's, they were lively sure, eventhou in cold." His finger follow the map's road they were on.

He moved his lips with no sound coming out as he listed the cities on the way