Zombie Land RP

Richmond sped down the street, keeping his eyes peeled for somewhere to fill up the tank of his bike. "I'm running low..." He muttered under his breath. Scanning the area, he quickly saw a gas station. It also had people, but he was too far away to tell if they were zombies or not. Coming to a stop, he pulled out his bow and looked through the scope of his bow. From what he saw they were normal. But he'd fallen for this trick before. But still, he was running low on supplies. Starting up his bike, he made his way towards the gas station.

"Got any other suggestions were to head?" Chrish lifted his eyes from map and looked at Diego and Tallbotton waiting for an answer.

Richmond approached the gas station and nonchalantly parked his bike next to an unoccupied pump. Filling his bike with gas, he asked, "Any idea where you guys are headed? Names Richmond, by the way." Pulling out his Colt, he scanned the area, keeping an eye out for any zombies.

Talbotton looked surprised for a moment, then quickly wiped the look of her face, "What does this place have? Some sort of sign that says survivors, come here? Anyway call me Talbotton, and we are in the process of figuring that out."

Diego gave Richmond a two-fingered salute. "Diego," she sad, introducing herself before turning to Chrish. "Some place where there are plenty of supplies and hopefully a small zombie population."

" Name's Chrish, destination, anywhere. There's one town five miles away. If that one sound's good?"

He nodded as he filled the gas tank. Entering the convenience store, he held his gun ready, knocking a basket onto the ground to draw out any of the running dead. After a few seconds, he kicked the basket through the store. Knocking foods from the counter, he pushed into his basket as he made his way through the aisles. When he finished collecting the food he needed, he picked up the basket and a pack of gum on his way out. Dumping everything into his side car, he looked into the distance. Pocketing his Colt, he picked up his bow, folded it out and nocked an arrow. Looking through the scope, he lined up the crosshairs with the zombie. After a moment of prepping his shot, he released the arrow, catching the zombie between the eyes. It fell to the ground, kicked a few moments, then stopped. Folding in his bow, he placed it back in his side car. He took out a piece of gum and started chewing, it calmed his jittery nerves. Looking to Talbotton, Diego and Chrish, he said, "Whenever you guys are ready, I'll go with you."

"Nice shot. We'll let's wait Talbotton, she need's to fill the gas" Chrish placed map away.

Once her tank was full, Diego removed the pump and placed it back in its station. She returned to leaning against her jeep, idly playing with the hilt of her machete.

Talbotton finished up filling in her tank, then slung herself onto the bike. She revved the engine to make sure it was still running good before turning to the others, "Well I'm ready to go whenever you are, but make sure you check your back seats before leaving. Never know what can sneak their way in."

Richomd got onto his bike and revved the engine. Checking his side car, he only saw his equipment, his bow, arrows, guns, bat, food and change of clothes. Pulling out a twinkie, he took a bite. Looking to the others, he asked, "Twinkie anyone?"

Chrish lift his hand and shook his head to kindly turn down the offer, after hearing what Talbotton, Chrish had a little moment of paranoid and gave look at his car's back seat.

After seeing it was empty he sighed from slight relief he started the race car. Same time the next song started to play from his car's CD "Ain't No Rest For the Wicket"

Interstate rode through a small group of zombies on his motorcycle, smashing two of their heads with his flail, and blowing a third one away with his shotgun.

As he got through, several zombies started trying to follow...and were promptly roasted when he turned on the rocket/flamethrower on the back of his bike.

Diego muttered a quick "No thanks," as she leaned to peer into her backseat of her jeep, sighing a little in relief when she saw no zombie crouching there.

Feeling safe for the moment, she tossed her bag into the passenger's seat before plopping down in the driver's seat and turning on the engine. Time to get rollin'.

Interstate road up next to Diego.

"Ah, so another human has survived the onslaught of the dreaded horde of unmentionables! That's good to see," he said.

Richmond shrugged and finished off his current twinkie. Situating himself on his bike, he reached into the side car and pulled on his helmet. Pulling the front flap down, he opened the visor and murmured, "Whenever you guys are ready..."

Talbotton took one look at Interstatem then rolled her eyes, "Really, all the survivors meeting up in one place. Why do I feel like I'm in a really bad horror movie?"

Chrish pressed gas pedal with his foot bring the first one to get back on the road, same time he knocked over a road sign.

Richmond chuckled; looking over to Talbotton, he shook his head. "That's because we are; we just haven't figured it out yet." He slowly pulled up to the road, waiting for everyone else, while still keeping his eyes peeled for the walking dead.

Chrish took spin on the road back to them and opening window. "Whats the hold up? Last one in the next city is pile of Zombie gut's! Whooooo!!" He exclaimed and took off again.

Smirking a little, Diego stepped on the gas pedal and drove off onto the road, spraying dust and sand behind her as she did.

Dust spayed off the road when Chrish drived his race car with full speed, He gave look at mirror seeing how not so many had even started to move and desided to slow down to give some fair competiotion.