DM Post
The sun seemed to slowly but steadily sink towards the earth as the night fell. It took the light and it's warmth with it, leaving nothing behind but chilly air underneath a pink sky. The pink was deep and dark, as if colored by the blood that had splattered on walls and floors that day. The moon was visible amidst it, surrounded by a few clouds that seemed to try and comfort it after the horrors it had to witness. Everything about the sight seemed to tell the people of Clarey that this was no ordinary night, and the chill felt almost like freezing even though the summer hadn't officially ended.
Streets became quiet as a lot of the survivors found their way inside of buildings. Some returned home while others tried to seek the safest location and they placed bets on any buildings that had a lot of doors they were able to lock and didn't have a lot of windows. Others even hid in public bathrooms, choosing the stall that was reserved for the disabled and turning it into their own miniature bunker. Lights were turned off indoors if they were visible beyond curtains and sounds faded in the distance. The town came to a halt, as if someone had grabbed a remote and pressed pause. Soon, little sign of the living was seen except for a few that remained outdoors. Those were either utter fools or perhaps, if they were lucky they were smart enough to know what they were doing.
While the temperature experienced a strong drop along with the hope of survivors, other things seemed to rise. One of them was panic amongst the town's people now that the first zombies had been seen, the others were the bodies of those that had fallen or fought a losing battle. Eyes that had been deemed to be closed forever were now opening with all life sucked out of them, as if someone had placed a blurry filter over their iris. Movements were wooden and slow, no energy remaining in the flesh of the ones that slowly stood up from their resting place.
Those that had been bitten that very morning went from bad to worse, their fevers reaching a point of no return as they met their own demise. After that, they too opened their eyes and slowly stood up. More would come to stand as time progressed, rising over night and resurrected as walkers. None were left dead except for those that had bullets in their brain and those who's heads had been severed. Others walked and were doomed to live a life of walking until a weapon ended their sickening afterlife. Until then, they'd only have a single goal. Food, or more specifically the flesh of the fresh and the living.
The bodies of the deceased, some with bullets draining their vessels, stood in a collective army of undead that was spreaded over town and for a moment, neither of them moved besides tilting their head upwards and staring at the sky. For a minute it seemed like that was all they would do but soon, their heads snapped back to their usual position and they started walking, albeit slowly. Each one of them wandered around, some of them finding others and joining them as they formed small hordes before they proceeded to wander aimlessly.
Where the leader of the horde would walk, others would follow and while initially, most hordes consisted of no more than 4 or 5 zombies, they soon grew in numbers until a few of them had twenty if not more. It was a terrible and fright inducing sight that made it clear that Clarey town was lost. It wasn't safe anymore and people would best remain indoors. At least they would if they were aware of it, which most weren't yet... Only one thing was clear as the first newly turned attacked the living here and there: Those that weren't aware yet would soon learn. There was no chance of escaping now.
Grimm
As the sun begins to set on what seemed to be the 5th day since Marcus arrived at the college, he contemplated why he even came here in the first place. “Shit”! He exclaimed to himself as he looked at the entrance to the Admin building he was currently hiding in. Armed with his steel gladius in his dominant hand, the right, and his pump action shotgun strapped to his back via a sling he had made some days prior out of a shirt he had in his pack. He was crouched behind a sturdy desk, which was quite difficult as he stood at around 6ft tall but was slightly muscular, he was sure he could win any hand to hand confrontation. But these walkers were not normal humans, always trying to eat him and bite through his skin made him sick. He pushed back his shoulder length wavy, raven black hair out of his face and sighed “Man I have seemed to got myself stuck in it this time, wonder what mom would think”, as soon as the words left his mouth he instantly regretted the phrase. A few weeks ago before everything went to hell his mother and father both passed away, leaving him with no known relatives, it made him sad he had not had the chance to mourn them properly. “If i can survive this” he said to himself, “i will hold a proper burial.” The door leading into the Admin building began to bend, as if something of great strength was trying to force its way in, he had heard that there were military here and was originally seeking sanctuary. But that seemed to not be the case, as soon as he arrived in the school he was set upon by walkers. (c)
Before he could even finish the thought the front door came down with a solid thud as two walkers were in the doorway, he cursed and loosely held the short sword in his right hand, he knew that they were not fast but they were strong and if he was going to get out of here alive he would need to use his brains and his training. As quietly as he could he reached for an object from the desk he was hiding behind and his grasp found purchase, in the form of a coffee mug that said “Best Friend”. Using the full length of the desk he quietly went to the right side that was facing the door and underhand threw the coffee mug in the opposite direction towards the left side of the admin room. Successfully grabbing the walkers attention he stayed low to the ground
as he came up behind the slower one and began to stand up to his full height. The walker stood at around 5ft6 so he had the height advantage and he knew he could shear through this abomination if he went two handed with his gladius. Doing just that he lifted the sword as high up as his height would allow and choking up on the hilt, then with using all of his muscles brought the sword down in a blazing fast arc that cleaved through the walkers head. As it fell he did not give the other walker in the room the chance to turn around and see him, he was already charging at the second one both hands on the sword, the tip aimed carefully at the walkers head and within seconds the sword had impaled itself straight through. As he corrected his stance he gave the sword a swing removing the brain matter and most of the blood off of it. “Damn, this is going to be a long night”.
DM Post
Aside from the one that was slaying zombies in the building, the only other living being could be found in his office, which had a wooden door about 10 feet away from the now bloody scene. The door stood open just a bit and even though the owner of the office had a small desk light on his desk, it was shut off as he was in a deep sleep on his chair.
Completely oblivious to the chaos that was going on, his dreams were filled with struggles as well. His wife, or now ex-wife continued to yell at him in them and in full honesty, they were more nightmares than dreams the longer they went on.
Divorce had been rough on the man, who was in his mid forties and had dark brown hair that was slowly turning grey. Matching dark eyes that had once spotted every single detail were now locked behind black rimmed glasses that helped him read when he was awake. Until this moment though, he'd been passed out with them on his face but now he was slowly waking up.
The sound of a cup shattering had pulled him away from one nightmare and launched him right into another, even if he wasn't really aware of that yet.
He slowly stood up and grabbed the half empty bottle of whiskey from his desk before making his way towards the door while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. His movements were slow and he seemed to drag his legs along as if all energy had left him while he was slumped. A broken man that had lost what he loved most, his confidence and care taken with him.
That's how he appeared in the doorframe once he pulled the door open to see what was going on. He overlooked the room and spotted the dead walkers before spotting the man with the sword and his eyes, who had been close to glued shot were opening and widening fast. What the hell was going on here?
Pointing at the man and the bodies on the floor whille holding the neck of the bottle in the same hand between his free fingers, he slurred out a couple of words that formed two sentences.
"Well, this can't possibly be worse than my ex-wife. And Idon't know what that is mate, but I sure as hell ain't cleaning it up. "
The sun seemed to slowly but steadily sink towards the earth as the night fell. It took the light and it's warmth with it, leaving nothing behind but chilly air underneath a pink sky. The pink was deep and dark, as if colored by the blood that had splattered on walls and floors that day. The moon was visible amidst it, surrounded by a few clouds that seemed to try and comfort it after the horrors it had to witness. Everything about the sight seemed to tell the people of Clarey that this was no ordinary night, and the chill felt almost like freezing even though the summer hadn't officially ended.
Streets became quiet as a lot of the survivors found their way inside of buildings. Some returned home while others tried to seek the safest location and they placed bets on any buildings that had a lot of doors they were able to lock and didn't have a lot of windows. Others even hid in public bathrooms, choosing the stall that was reserved for the disabled and turning it into their own miniature bunker. Lights were turned off indoors if they were visible beyond curtains and sounds faded in the distance. The town came to a halt, as if someone had grabbed a remote and pressed pause. Soon, little sign of the living was seen except for a few that remained outdoors. Those were either utter fools or perhaps, if they were lucky they were smart enough to know what they were doing.
While the temperature experienced a strong drop along with the hope of survivors, other things seemed to rise. One of them was panic amongst the town's people now that the first zombies had been seen, the others were the bodies of those that had fallen or fought a losing battle. Eyes that had been deemed to be closed forever were now opening with all life sucked out of them, as if someone had placed a blurry filter over their iris. Movements were wooden and slow, no energy remaining in the flesh of the ones that slowly stood up from their resting place.
Those that had been bitten that very morning went from bad to worse, their fevers reaching a point of no return as they met their own demise. After that, they too opened their eyes and slowly stood up. More would come to stand as time progressed, rising over night and resurrected as walkers. None were left dead except for those that had bullets in their brain and those who's heads had been severed. Others walked and were doomed to live a life of walking until a weapon ended their sickening afterlife. Until then, they'd only have a single goal. Food, or more specifically the flesh of the fresh and the living.
The bodies of the deceased, some with bullets draining their vessels, stood in a collective army of undead that was spreaded over town and for a moment, neither of them moved besides tilting their head upwards and staring at the sky. For a minute it seemed like that was all they would do but soon, their heads snapped back to their usual position and they started walking, albeit slowly. Each one of them wandered around, some of them finding others and joining them as they formed small hordes before they proceeded to wander aimlessly.
Where the leader of the horde would walk, others would follow and while initially, most hordes consisted of no more than 4 or 5 zombies, they soon grew in numbers until a few of them had twenty if not more. It was a terrible and fright inducing sight that made it clear that Clarey town was lost. It wasn't safe anymore and people would best remain indoors. At least they would if they were aware of it, which most weren't yet... Only one thing was clear as the first newly turned attacked the living here and there: Those that weren't aware yet would soon learn. There was no chance of escaping now.
Grimm
As the sun begins to set on what seemed to be the 5th day since Marcus arrived at the college, he contemplated why he even came here in the first place. “Shit”! He exclaimed to himself as he looked at the entrance to the Admin building he was currently hiding in. Armed with his steel gladius in his dominant hand, the right, and his pump action shotgun strapped to his back via a sling he had made some days prior out of a shirt he had in his pack. He was crouched behind a sturdy desk, which was quite difficult as he stood at around 6ft tall but was slightly muscular, he was sure he could win any hand to hand confrontation. But these walkers were not normal humans, always trying to eat him and bite through his skin made him sick. He pushed back his shoulder length wavy, raven black hair out of his face and sighed “Man I have seemed to got myself stuck in it this time, wonder what mom would think”, as soon as the words left his mouth he instantly regretted the phrase. A few weeks ago before everything went to hell his mother and father both passed away, leaving him with no known relatives, it made him sad he had not had the chance to mourn them properly. “If i can survive this” he said to himself, “i will hold a proper burial.” The door leading into the Admin building began to bend, as if something of great strength was trying to force its way in, he had heard that there were military here and was originally seeking sanctuary. But that seemed to not be the case, as soon as he arrived in the school he was set upon by walkers. (c)
Before he could even finish the thought the front door came down with a solid thud as two walkers were in the doorway, he cursed and loosely held the short sword in his right hand, he knew that they were not fast but they were strong and if he was going to get out of here alive he would need to use his brains and his training. As quietly as he could he reached for an object from the desk he was hiding behind and his grasp found purchase, in the form of a coffee mug that said “Best Friend”. Using the full length of the desk he quietly went to the right side that was facing the door and underhand threw the coffee mug in the opposite direction towards the left side of the admin room. Successfully grabbing the walkers attention he stayed low to the ground
as he came up behind the slower one and began to stand up to his full height. The walker stood at around 5ft6 so he had the height advantage and he knew he could shear through this abomination if he went two handed with his gladius. Doing just that he lifted the sword as high up as his height would allow and choking up on the hilt, then with using all of his muscles brought the sword down in a blazing fast arc that cleaved through the walkers head. As it fell he did not give the other walker in the room the chance to turn around and see him, he was already charging at the second one both hands on the sword, the tip aimed carefully at the walkers head and within seconds the sword had impaled itself straight through. As he corrected his stance he gave the sword a swing removing the brain matter and most of the blood off of it. “Damn, this is going to be a long night”.
DM Post
Aside from the one that was slaying zombies in the building, the only other living being could be found in his office, which had a wooden door about 10 feet away from the now bloody scene. The door stood open just a bit and even though the owner of the office had a small desk light on his desk, it was shut off as he was in a deep sleep on his chair.
Completely oblivious to the chaos that was going on, his dreams were filled with struggles as well. His wife, or now ex-wife continued to yell at him in them and in full honesty, they were more nightmares than dreams the longer they went on.
Divorce had been rough on the man, who was in his mid forties and had dark brown hair that was slowly turning grey. Matching dark eyes that had once spotted every single detail were now locked behind black rimmed glasses that helped him read when he was awake. Until this moment though, he'd been passed out with them on his face but now he was slowly waking up.
The sound of a cup shattering had pulled him away from one nightmare and launched him right into another, even if he wasn't really aware of that yet.
He slowly stood up and grabbed the half empty bottle of whiskey from his desk before making his way towards the door while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. His movements were slow and he seemed to drag his legs along as if all energy had left him while he was slumped. A broken man that had lost what he loved most, his confidence and care taken with him.
That's how he appeared in the doorframe once he pulled the door open to see what was going on. He overlooked the room and spotted the dead walkers before spotting the man with the sword and his eyes, who had been close to glued shot were opening and widening fast. What the hell was going on here?
Pointing at the man and the bodies on the floor whille holding the neck of the bottle in the same hand between his free fingers, he slurred out a couple of words that formed two sentences.
"Well, this can't possibly be worse than my ex-wife. And Idon't know what that is mate, but I sure as hell ain't cleaning it up. "
Timeskip of a few hours until the evening - DM Post
He took the man (Grimm) with him to his office, where he had an air matress as well as a sleeping bag, coffee and some food. There, he locked the door behind them to make sure nothing could get in during the night.
He took the man (Grimm) with him to his office, where he had an air matress as well as a sleeping bag, coffee and some food. There, he locked the door behind them to make sure nothing could get in during the night.
Sal
Sal entered the wing with a steady stroll. He kept his wits about him and hoped he didn't run into any dead. Not all the teachers or faculty could have survived could they? He made his way down the hall. "C'mon C'mon teachers lounge teachers lounge." He spoke to himself dragging out the last word to amuse himself. He counted down the room numbers. One one two, one one three, and finally one one four. "Bingo. " He pulled up the door only to drop behind a table at the sight of another person. He was a big guy. One would call him a jock, he even had the height to match. Sal did not know if this man was a zombie, or human due to him not faceing Sal. He readied his broken scissors like knives and waited. His breath quiet and steady. His eyes not leaving the man.
Jackie
Jackie had made his way from the third floor to the administration building, ignoring anyone who crossed his path. His shoulders were squared and his eyes on the floor as he’d entered the teacher’s lounge. He was consciously aware of the sound of his footsteps as he stepped carefully through the room. Jackie surveyed the area not bothering to check for a light switch as he spotted his book bag on the floor right next to the blanket Will had slept on once before. The ‘click-clack’ of Will’s uncut nails filled the room as he sniffed about. Jackie reached down to grab his bag he snatched the blanket stuffing it into the bag for later. He eyed the almost empty bag with disappointment, zipping it up and slinging it over his arm. Jackie pats his thigh, telling the big dog to ‘come’. Without warning Will began to growl, getting Jackie's attention immediately. The large man turned around surveying the room, pulling his bat from his bag. His eyes wide and palms sweaty, “ I see you”, He spoke. Jackie didn’t really see anyone but he knew if it was human it would speak up. He doubted the possibility of it being a zombie as he hadn’t heard any strange noises. He just hoped whatever it was, wasn’t a threat.
Sal
Sal hesitated, and caught his breath. He raised his hands above his head and slowly stood up." Fuck." He sighed. "Your not gonna kill me are ya?" He asked very worried. "Look I got only a bit if food, it's yours if you let me go I promise!" He pleaded, Sal wasn't ready for a fight like this. He had never killed anyone before. He damn sure didn't want to be the one killed either. Sal backed up to the door slowly when he noticed the dog." Good puppy.. nice puppy." Just then he heard what he never wanted to hear in this situation. A low groan coming from a cabinet.
Jackie
Jackie waited for an answer with bated breath, his hands tightly holding his weapon in a ready position but, no groan of the undead answered. Instead, the cake man, the dude who had eaten with the rest of the group earlier jumped out from under one of the tables in a panic. Jackie ignored the man’s pleads for his life but Will kept growling as the man tried his hardest to bargain with Jackie for his life. Jackie sighed lowly, dropping his weapon from its attack position signaling that he wouldn’t hurt him but the bat in his hand serving as a reminder that he still could. Jackie looked at Will with concern as the dog kept growling at cake dude even though Jackie had already made it clear that he wasn’t an immediate threat. He put a finger to his lips trying to shush the dog but nothing worked, “What’s wrong?”, he whispered crouching down toward his dog but not letting his eyes leave cake dude, still casting him an untrustworthy glance.
Sal
Sal put his hands down in knowledge of his safety, and kept his eyes on the cabinet. "That doesn't sound fun. Rock paper scissors for who opens it?" Sal suggested. He picked up his scissor blades and prepared himself. This will be the first dead person he would ever come across and have to stab!
Sal grew nervous around the new stranger, and his companion. Though now he has no choice but to add a zombie into the mix. Great conversation starter he thought to himself. Sal had to mentally prepare himself for this.
Jackie
“Should probably get away from it”, Jackie spoke quietly ignoring the man’s playful demeanor. “You can open it if ya want to but, what if it jumps out at you? Just get out of it’s way first”, He advised. Will only kept growling at the cabinet from between Jackie’s legs as if he were about to lunge forward.
Sal
Sal tensed up and nodded. He walked over to the cabinet and to the side out of the way of the cabinet door. "Ready?" He asked the stranger. He put his hands on the handle and prepared to pull.
Jackie
A grim look took over his face. His bat in a ready position and Will ready to bite. Jackie took his stance, eyes trained on the cabinet, ready for an ankle biting monster slithering it’s body from the darkness, probably ready to bite into his flesh. He took in a breath, “ok”.
Sal
Sal slammed open the door and the Zombo came tumbling out. It looked around at first and went for the closest person, witch sadly was Sal as he was still next to the door. Sal had thought it would move forward a bit more and go after the big man. Sadly he was mistaking. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!" He yelled as he started kicking the dead man away from him. "Help!"
Jackie
Jackie had no time to think, he ran at the creature kicking it down and forcing his bat into it’s head over and over until it stopped moving. Jackie stared at it a bit startled and out of breath. He lifted his bat a bit of blood on the part he hit the zombie with, Jackie cringed and looked to the stranger,”Any bites?”
Sal
Sal ran his hands over his body and breathed a sigh of relief." Oh thank god no. No I'm not..thank you, I owe you a great deal." Sal promised. He looked down at the bloody mess and looked at his flimsy scissors. "That won't do at all." He looked towards the stranger, but then looked passed him at a large office tool. A large indrustrial paper slicer. "Goody. Hey think you can help me tear that bladed part off?" He asked the man as he walked passed him and up to the tool.
As they both tear it off a large rumbling could be felt. Earthquake?here,now? Sal let go of the blade in as to not get injured due to the shaking of what he assumed was an earthquake. That was till he heard the sound seconds after. Like a large bomb going off. Like the ones he saw in the movies. He looked towards the guy next to him with worry. "That's not what I think it is right?"
Sal entered the wing with a steady stroll. He kept his wits about him and hoped he didn't run into any dead. Not all the teachers or faculty could have survived could they? He made his way down the hall. "C'mon C'mon teachers lounge teachers lounge." He spoke to himself dragging out the last word to amuse himself. He counted down the room numbers. One one two, one one three, and finally one one four. "Bingo. " He pulled up the door only to drop behind a table at the sight of another person. He was a big guy. One would call him a jock, he even had the height to match. Sal did not know if this man was a zombie, or human due to him not faceing Sal. He readied his broken scissors like knives and waited. His breath quiet and steady. His eyes not leaving the man.
Jackie
Jackie had made his way from the third floor to the administration building, ignoring anyone who crossed his path. His shoulders were squared and his eyes on the floor as he’d entered the teacher’s lounge. He was consciously aware of the sound of his footsteps as he stepped carefully through the room. Jackie surveyed the area not bothering to check for a light switch as he spotted his book bag on the floor right next to the blanket Will had slept on once before. The ‘click-clack’ of Will’s uncut nails filled the room as he sniffed about. Jackie reached down to grab his bag he snatched the blanket stuffing it into the bag for later. He eyed the almost empty bag with disappointment, zipping it up and slinging it over his arm. Jackie pats his thigh, telling the big dog to ‘come’. Without warning Will began to growl, getting Jackie's attention immediately. The large man turned around surveying the room, pulling his bat from his bag. His eyes wide and palms sweaty, “ I see you”, He spoke. Jackie didn’t really see anyone but he knew if it was human it would speak up. He doubted the possibility of it being a zombie as he hadn’t heard any strange noises. He just hoped whatever it was, wasn’t a threat.
Sal
Sal hesitated, and caught his breath. He raised his hands above his head and slowly stood up." Fuck." He sighed. "Your not gonna kill me are ya?" He asked very worried. "Look I got only a bit if food, it's yours if you let me go I promise!" He pleaded, Sal wasn't ready for a fight like this. He had never killed anyone before. He damn sure didn't want to be the one killed either. Sal backed up to the door slowly when he noticed the dog." Good puppy.. nice puppy." Just then he heard what he never wanted to hear in this situation. A low groan coming from a cabinet.
Jackie
Jackie waited for an answer with bated breath, his hands tightly holding his weapon in a ready position but, no groan of the undead answered. Instead, the cake man, the dude who had eaten with the rest of the group earlier jumped out from under one of the tables in a panic. Jackie ignored the man’s pleads for his life but Will kept growling as the man tried his hardest to bargain with Jackie for his life. Jackie sighed lowly, dropping his weapon from its attack position signaling that he wouldn’t hurt him but the bat in his hand serving as a reminder that he still could. Jackie looked at Will with concern as the dog kept growling at cake dude even though Jackie had already made it clear that he wasn’t an immediate threat. He put a finger to his lips trying to shush the dog but nothing worked, “What’s wrong?”, he whispered crouching down toward his dog but not letting his eyes leave cake dude, still casting him an untrustworthy glance.
Sal
Sal put his hands down in knowledge of his safety, and kept his eyes on the cabinet. "That doesn't sound fun. Rock paper scissors for who opens it?" Sal suggested. He picked up his scissor blades and prepared himself. This will be the first dead person he would ever come across and have to stab!
Sal grew nervous around the new stranger, and his companion. Though now he has no choice but to add a zombie into the mix. Great conversation starter he thought to himself. Sal had to mentally prepare himself for this.
Jackie
“Should probably get away from it”, Jackie spoke quietly ignoring the man’s playful demeanor. “You can open it if ya want to but, what if it jumps out at you? Just get out of it’s way first”, He advised. Will only kept growling at the cabinet from between Jackie’s legs as if he were about to lunge forward.
Sal
Sal tensed up and nodded. He walked over to the cabinet and to the side out of the way of the cabinet door. "Ready?" He asked the stranger. He put his hands on the handle and prepared to pull.
Jackie
A grim look took over his face. His bat in a ready position and Will ready to bite. Jackie took his stance, eyes trained on the cabinet, ready for an ankle biting monster slithering it’s body from the darkness, probably ready to bite into his flesh. He took in a breath, “ok”.
Sal
Sal slammed open the door and the Zombo came tumbling out. It looked around at first and went for the closest person, witch sadly was Sal as he was still next to the door. Sal had thought it would move forward a bit more and go after the big man. Sadly he was mistaking. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!" He yelled as he started kicking the dead man away from him. "Help!"
Jackie
Jackie had no time to think, he ran at the creature kicking it down and forcing his bat into it’s head over and over until it stopped moving. Jackie stared at it a bit startled and out of breath. He lifted his bat a bit of blood on the part he hit the zombie with, Jackie cringed and looked to the stranger,”Any bites?”
Sal
Sal ran his hands over his body and breathed a sigh of relief." Oh thank god no. No I'm not..thank you, I owe you a great deal." Sal promised. He looked down at the bloody mess and looked at his flimsy scissors. "That won't do at all." He looked towards the stranger, but then looked passed him at a large office tool. A large indrustrial paper slicer. "Goody. Hey think you can help me tear that bladed part off?" He asked the man as he walked passed him and up to the tool.
As they both tear it off a large rumbling could be felt. Earthquake?here,now? Sal let go of the blade in as to not get injured due to the shaking of what he assumed was an earthquake. That was till he heard the sound seconds after. Like a large bomb going off. Like the ones he saw in the movies. He looked towards the guy next to him with worry. "That's not what I think it is right?"
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