Zombie Apocolypse!!! (actual RP)

It had all been a blur of rotting flesh, shouting, and bullets to Gryphon, whose tears had only now just caught up with him. Not even burying his face in his teddy bear could contain his wailing, no matter how he tried. He went into the station and picked up what supplies he could, miniscule compared to what the others were carrying, and went back with Jennifer to the cars. He went up to Jennifer and Hikaru, still crying and sniffling, "We aren't gonna make it, are we?" he asked between tears.

 

Antonio gathered as much ammo as his pockets as he could carry. He had an advantage over everyone else since he had pockets from his sweater. He grabbed 10 bottled of water and a pop he found. He brought everything to the care and put them on the floor in the back seat. Shortly after he was done, he heard a noise coming from the side of the police station. He slowly turned the corner to see 5 zombies walking toward him.

"Shit!" Antonio said to himself. He unsheethed both his Katanas and cut the heads off of all five zombies, being nearly bit by one. "Dammit, this is getting dangerous. They're getting harder to kill each time." Antonio didn't see anything else, and before he went back in, he looked all around and only saw one zombie, but it was way off in the distance. He then went to where Craig, Will, and Lee were. "Guys, we can't stay for long. It seems there're still zombies around here. I just killed five of them, and I was nearly bit by one of them. They're getting too difficult to handle alone, by the looks of it. We shouldn't stay here too long," Antonio said, drinking the pop he found.

 

Will held his sniper by the barrel with his left hand as he saw a normal zombie striding towards Antonio. As he drew the pistol in his coat he unloaded 3 shots into the zombie's head. He then flicked the safety back on and looked over to Craig and Lee. "We need to start fighting smarter, not harder. Burn any bodies that we can't kill with headshots. We each need to start carrying flasks of gas and lighters. And more firearms. Anything that will make survival easier. We also need to be able to regroup if separated. And everyone needs to know how to be self-sufficient. Know how to find food and kill zombies." he said, looking between the two for a sign of agreement.

 

Antonio agreed and began to search with Will. He went into the back and saw a gun case slightly cracked open. He fully opened to find some pistols and three sniper rifles.

"What crappy snipers. The police should've upgraded years ago," Antonio said to himself. As he spoke, a zombie began to move from the corner next to the case and grabbed his foot, about to bite his leg. Antonio quickly unsheethed his right katana and sliced it's head off, nearly hitting Will as well. Antonio then stabbed it's brain. cleaning the blood off, he sheethed it again. "Sneaky little shit...Will, let's bring these guns back to the car."

 

"Hold on." said Lee, still terrified from the report. he set down the backpack and unzipped it. "It's full of military issue pistols. they're loaded and ready." he walked over to a dead officer and retrieved a shotgun. handed craig a colt from the bag. he loaded the 12 gauge, and used the strap to hang it on his back. he walked over to a minifridge and popped a bud. he needed it.

 

Antonio sat in the car and thought. Whether they were close or closer, it was still a long ways away.

"No matter how close we get, it's gonna take weeks. The thing I don't get is, there's barely as many zombies while we drive. However, I'm sure it'll be hell if we drive through Vegas," Antonio said. He then faced the window. "By the way, can we stop somewhere in Illinois? It's where I was born. I have extra Katanas there, and my friends might've left some of their guns at their places."

 

Will looked at the duffel he grabbed. 3 pistols, a few boxes of ammunition, and a jacket for one of the little kids. The station had already been cleaned. And with the snipers that were there they seemed to have very poor firearms. But the pistols were another Colt .45, a Beretta M92FS, and an H&K USP .45. As Will drew the USP he replaced the Colt in his jacket with it, dropping the Colt into the bag and sliding the USP into his jacket. As he looked out the window he realized they were in Nevada. It meant they had a long ways to go.

 

(OOC: r we all in the same car???? as in do we only have one car?)
Gryphon had calmed down that he didn't make any noise aside from a few sniffles, albeit his eyes were still teary. He was a bit intimidated by the silence in the car, save to everyone loading their guns and sharpening their bladed weapons. He looked out the window and turned to the others, "Where is Nevada?" he asked, he had no knowledge of geography, "And what's Vegas? Is it bad?"

 

"Don't test yor luck, Craig," Antonio said. "Though it's been that way, remember, the zombies are getting smarter and stronger. And faster. Hopefully Vegas isn't like the Dead Rising 2 game." Antonio looked back out the window. "In any case, you didn't answer my question. If we go to Illinois, I know one of my friends has guns at his place, and I have two katanas and a dagger at home. As well as that, I know where a gun shop is. I went there once before. they got Ak47s, RPGs, grenades, you name it. They even have katanas there as well. We'll be able to restock on weapons and ammo there."

 

"My vote goes to just heading for D.C." he looked outside and watched a survivor, armed with a hunting rifle, blast a few zombie heads. the man ran after the van as a spider-zombie landed ontop of him. there was a gunshot, and the man and zombie lay motionless. Lee swore, he thought the man might make it. "I have a friend in Vegas." said Lee, "He's a cop, so there's a chance he made it. We have to stop! He knows a lot about what's been going on. That and i promised i'd help him when this whole thing started..."

 

"That's why we should go to Elgin, Illinois. I know the whole area, and the gun shop isn't that far from it. We can easily navigate through it," Antonio explained. "It's not filled with as many people in Vegas. In fact, it's very underpopulated. It shouldn't be as much trouble if I take lead, we'll be fine."

"Besides, there's someone I miss, and I'm worried she might not've made it."

 

As Gryphon watched every thing unfold, he decided to turn around and just look out the window. He saw a highway sign indicating places to eat and sleep. He saw the McDonald's symbol on it and he felt his stomach rumble. He checked one of the bags and found nothing but guns and ammo. Disappointed, he just sat back down with teddy bear in hand, as his stomach growled louder.

 

Lee looked at Gryphon and smiled. the fact that a small boy could survive gave him hope. he scrounged through his bag, before pulling out a small bag of doritos. he glanced at hose in the backseat with him, before pulling out a few more. He handed one to every person in the group, there were lays, fritos, funyuns, the works! "Vending Machines." he said. "Gotta love em'!" he munched silently on his cheetos, only now realizing how hungry he was.