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This is the first time I have seen so many people together in a long time. Zen thinks as he follows the Robot-man into the entrance of the hospital.
Zen looks past the gathering of people sitting around the room, spaced just so than no one is able to move on another, without giving away their intentions. The scarlet light of the fading sun streams in through broken windows, and is scattered by broken glass. The sunlight will not last long.

"If I were you, I would be putting out those embers and leaving this place. When the sun stops shining through these windows, creatures begin to roam the halls. In the upper levels of the hospital, there are doors, locked doors. At night they unlock and these things wander around."
"I have been living here for.." Zen pauses for a moment, counting the fingers on one hand "8 months or so, living in the old corpse tunnel that leads from this building out into the forest. The heavy steel elevator doors have kept me safe, I suggest you either find a place to hide for the night, or leave."

"Well, sh*t." Drake says, and starts packing up his stuff. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm not taking my chances hiding here." Using his leg that hasn't been broken start hopping away from the hospital.

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

D quickly reacts to Drakes panic. "it would be best if we stayed together. I wondred why ppl.stayed away from this place. you wont get far with that broken leg. Does anyone know how to set up traps? Anyone here who know how to use a gun?"

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

D quickly reacts to Drakes panic. "it would be best if we stayed together. I wondred why ppl.stayed away from this place. you wont get far with that broken leg. Does anyone know how to set up traps? Anyone here who know how to use a gun?"

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

(damn, i keep replying and not posting. sorry guys)

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

"I have no idea how to do either of those things, but I do know that a blade in a man makes him die" Drake says and takes out his multitool "Kickin' ass is better than dying a coward, so I guess I'll stay and fight."

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

Nick replies by jumping up to a near by ledge and going in to a large medical closet. "There's room for another one in here if anyone cares to join me. (By ledge I mean like an another floor where part of the floor has caved in) Nick holds his pipe at the ready just in case.

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Embarrassed that he had spoken his thoughts aloud, Mark looked at the ground, afraid of what the fuzzy one would think, and so he listened in silence. After the stranger’s news about the monsters upstairs, Mark half turned, to flee outside behind the man with the broken leg, but while reaching for the lighter in his pocket his hand instead grabbed hold of the memory stick. (I think I’ll use these: [] to show thoughts too, it’s a nice idea) [Crap! How am I supposed to find out what’s on this piece if I leave now? It’s not like I have many “friends” left that could help me find the place.] Patiently he stopped and watched as the regular one ran upstairs to hide in the medical closet. [Didn’t that guy say the monsters come from upstairs?] Turning to the stranger with the spear Mark tried to find some answers. “Hey, I don’t mean to be annoying but, how do you know that the monsters come from the locked rooms upstairs? Do you have some kind of instrument that indicates what doors are locked or closed? And if you knew that this place was plagued by monsters why didn’t you just leave? Why risk the monsters at all?” As he waited for the spearman to answer he slowly began to stroll towards the woman with the shotgun. [Shotguns can kill very well, and I think the furry guy would eat me if I got too close to him, so maybe I can hide behind her. What’s that?] Out of the side of his eye Mark noticed a small footprint in the dust on the floor [It looks like it could have belonged to a kid…or a REEEEALLY small person…nah, it’s probably nothing, just another scavenger, with their kids having fun…in a hospital…bleeding…nah, it’s probably nothing] dismissing the footprint from his mind he continued on towards the heavily armed woman, making sure to erase the footprint, scattering the dust over the blood stained tile on the way with his foot. [I must not dwell in the past].

(Mark is so weird. I like it! Every rp needs *that* guy hahaha)

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

As Zen explained the situations, members of the group either brought their weapons to bear, or, as for the one in the medical gown, clambered into a large steel cabinet.
One of them turned to Zen and began asking questions.
"This is not the time for questions." Zen replied, "You are welcome back to my home, you will be safe there for the night."
Zen turned back towards the elevator
"We don't have much time, make your decision!" Zen urged the strangers.
I hope they don't try and fight them off, Zen thinks, remembering the people who had fallen here before.

D speaks with a bit of shock in his voice. "That's mighty kind of you stranger. If I can avoid combat, I will. Lets me just grab my stuff." D starts walking and goes into a distant dark room. Before entering the room, D pauses, turns his head back to the party and says in a heightened voice. "Heeeey Niiiiicck, if you want some clothes, I can spare a few!" D walks out of the room with a backpack filled about three/fourths. The contents are unknown. He is walking back to the main lobby holding a hoodie, a few shirts, and a pair of jeans bundled in his hands. "Nick!"

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

Ok, notetaking back on, THIS sounds interesting, and probably worthwhile.
"As much as I'd like to see these monsters, preservation of one's life is always comes first, right?" Faust says, "I've got a good quote for this... Uh... 'Salus populi suprema lex,' the safety of the people is the extreme law. Not exactly what I was looking for, but it works." She shrugs. She glances at the man moving towards her and unconsciously moves one hand towards her knife. She looks back to the man with the spear and asks "So where's this safe area of yours?"

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I've come from the cracks in the walls, from the place where only dreams may go...

"Once again, a better plan than mine." [Hopefully his safe area is safe enough for some good ol' mushrooms, nature's drug.] (using the [] for the thoughts too.)

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

(Im not actually in the gown anymore I think I claimed some where in here that I had already looted clothes.)
Nick from within the locker says "You guys can have fun fighting with them I'll stay here."

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(lets just ignore Ds actions then XD)

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

"I suppose the general consensus is to hide out for now. Everyone who is with camping at Zens place tonight, lets go."D looks at Zen "lead the way"

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

Zen heads towards the elevator shaft, eyeing the bullet hole that almost put an interesting twist to the evening events.
When he reached the edge of the shaft, he turned to face the group that followed.
"Watch your footing." he instructs, "one false step and its a broken ankle, or worse."
Feeling with his foot, Zen puts his first foot on the ladder, and climbs down. With both hands and feet on the ladder, he slides to the bottom.
Landing with a clunk, he looks up and sees the Robot-man peering over the edge at him.
"Lets keep moving." Zen calls out as he opens the emergency hatch on the elevator and drops down.

D follows behind Zen. He slides down the ladder and follows Zen until the group reaches its destination.

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

Peering over the edge of the elevator shaft, Mark holds back. [Ohhhh, man. Heights] “I ahhh, didn’t realize it was, uh, so far down…” Mark quickly backs away from the elevator and begins to walk further down the hallway into the hospital. “You know what, I’ll just find my own little place, to hide, Its ok really, I don’t see what the fuss is all about, I’m sure these “monsters” are just unusual noises made by…uh…” half way down the hallway Mark sees the wall and floor on his left splattered, and stained with dry, crusted blood from some unknown time. On the floor, the imprints of many tiny little feet are clearly visible amongst the ancient, dry, bloody pool, like gaps left by a cookie cutter in dough. Marks thoughts quickly flicker back to the elevator shaft. [Well, maybe this time…nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, I won’t, I can’t. You remember what happened last time. But the memory stick. They’ll be there in the morning, and if not, well, hopefully at least you’ll be. No Heights]. With that Mark pressed onward until he came to a Janitor’s closet. [hmm, the door opens in, and there’s no windows. It would be easy to break inward, and I couldn’t tell when it was daylight again.] Moving on Mark quickened his search as the last rays of light began to stretch out of sight, until he found an abandoned office room. [Hmm, the door opens outward, less likely to be broken inward, and there is a small enough window that I could bar it with some filing cabinets…desk for the door… Yeah I’ll hide here], and with that Mark quickly set to work locking the door behind him and moving the Offices desks, and filing cabinets into place to bar the door and window, hopefully preventing anything from getting in. “Now all I can do is sit and wait…in the dark…alone” marks hand tightened around the handle of his pot. “Looks like it’s going to be another long night”.

As Drake enters Zen's little home, he looks in his backpack's side pocket [What the... DAMNIT! stupid dogmen, why did you have to tear a hole there? At least this guy said he has some tea, hopefully he isn't lying, tea would be nice.] "Where's the tea?"

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

As Drake enters Zen's little home, he looks in his backpack's side pocket [What the... DAMNIT! stupid dogmen, why did you have to tear a hole there? At least this guy said he has some tea, hopefully he isn't lying, tea would be nice.] "Where's the tea?"

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

(Does Mark have shcizophrenia? O.o)

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

(nah, he just talks to himself sometimes)

(Things seem a bit too serious in this Rp. This is my comic relief reply XD) "Hey Nick, i found some mushrooms that i planned on making stew with. You know about plants and fungi, right?" D pulls out a medium collection of just about the deadliest poison mushrooms a person with Botany has ever seen. "Ive been eating them as a snack for the past few days now and they havent made me sick so these things must be okay. Would these make for a good stew?" (And also a lil insight to Ds mysteriousness. hehehe)

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

Faust follows, mentally mapping her surroundings. She eyes a few of the doors. So the creatures are locked in there? Hopefully we actually get to see one, she thinks.

(And, short post.)

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I've come from the cracks in the walls, from the place where only dreams may go...

(Nick, reply to my mushroom post! :D and ill just RR the rp then cuz no one else will.) As the party settles in and Zen closes a large door behind him, weird noises start eminating from beyond the large metal door. Zen returns to his spot and sits down. D pulls out some strange circular metal plates from her backpack and sets them zig zag parallel to the door. "i was waiting for a rainy day to use these badboys" D lets out a cold robotic laugh as he twists a switch on the top of each plate. he then returns to the group. "dont touch " D pulls out an MRE from his backpack and sets to preparing and eating it. Once done, he walks to a far wall and puts his back to the wall and sits down. he keeps a cleaver in his left hand and a 45.in his right. he closes his eyez to go to sleep. "better settle in. its going to be a long night. Scratches on the other side of the door only get louder and louder until there must be dozens of creatures out there.

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

Mark initially dismissed the sounds as nothing but the pitter-patter of mice, but this was poor medicine for his unease. The pitter patter of something soft and leathery plodding across tile, quiet at first was ever so slightly audible. It could have been rats scurrying across the halls in the dark, but slowly, gradually, the sound grew louder. It began to sound heavier, and stickier as it grew nearer. Mark’s memory, ever vivid, recalled the noise clearly as little feet of plodding along on damp, cool tile. The noise grew louder, and louder until it came to a sudden stop in front of Mark’s door. Mark, hiding his mouth behind his shirt and arms tried to muffle his light, irregular breathing. Minutes passed to the sound of his breath echoing in his ears. Nothing else could be heard except the constant breaths that Mark was forced to take, each one shallower than the last, as he painfully tried to make it quieter. Mark’s chest was just beginning to pain him when he heard the feet slowly recede further down the hall away from his room. Mark continued to wait until the sound was again as quiet as when he had first heard it, and then sucked in a sigh of relief and fresh air. Not a second later he heard tapping, slow and methodical on the glass of the door to the Office. A thread of fear ran coldly down Mark’s spine when he heard it. [Don’t move, don’t breath, don’t think]. The tapping suddenly stopped, replaced with a sound that made Mark’s heart drop; the sound of a key slowly being inserted into a lock. [How could they?...!!!...He said they were in locked rooms STUPID!! How do you open locked doors!!!]. Before Mark could act he heard the door slowly swing open, outward into the hall. Mark, unable to help himself, turned to face the direction of the door only to meet the gaze of two, large, milky white eyes staring back at him. The soulless, white eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, almost demanding that one look deep into them. Then silently, without even the rustle of clothes, or patter of feet another pair of eyes opened next to the first, and then another pair next to that. The pitter patter of feet that had before walked off, was clearly coming closer, and Mark could now tell that it wasn’t one pair of feet, but many, far too many. Slowly Mark stood up, and carefully walked to the window on the wall, opposite the door, all while the milky white eyes followed him. Reaching behind the Filing cabinet he had placed against the window, Mark knocked it to the ground in front of him, skidding toward the door and then smashed the window with his pot. The eyes leapt into the air, as the creatures possessing them scrambled over the desk into the room.

(Sorry for the late replies, I have been smashing out some university assignments :D. So, who exactly has followed me down into my home?)

(everyone except Mark bc Mark did his own thin and hid in an office room upatairs. we are behind a large metal door and D set lots of landmines near it so even if they do somehow get in, the landmines will wake us all up and hold them off as we prepare. IF they get in)

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

Drake hears the muffled noises of what sounds like glass breaking. [That will be annoying...] (Where's the damn tea?)

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

Nick looks at the shrooms "Dude these are highly poisonous... Though its shocking to me that they are still around at this time period I would have thought that they would have been gone or at least greatly changed." Nick walks around the small room till he finds in the corner some edible mushrooms in the corner for him to have his meal. "Theres some left over if any of you want wonderful mushrooms."

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(Cant have a /party/ without tea hahaha get it? XD)

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

D shrugs "they are all the same to me." D says as he adds the mushrooms to his collection.

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

Night comes to pass with out much happening to the main group all locked up. The muffled claws and feet soon fade to silence.

"I think its morning now." Nick gets up and walks around to get the blood flowing to his legs. "So who wants to open the door first."

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D was already up and had already removed the landmines. "I think I did my part." D says as he walks to the back wall, sitting down with his 45 aimed at the door. "I gotcha covered though"

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

Drake woke up, he got up and was ready to leave. [I was hoping for some tea, it would've been nice having something other than blood and spoiled meat.]

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

(just to warn you i might be joining this thread when you get outeside so be okay to ready yourself)

And oldie and I would say goodie but not particularly

(Why isn't anyone posting anything new on this thread?)

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

(Why isn't anyone posting anything new on this thread?)

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

(Why isn't anyone posting anything new on this thread?)

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

(I shall rekindle the fire of this RP thread. Takes place a short distance away.)

The day erupts from the far horizon. Another night has passed. It is serene, quiet. As the birds chirp and the insects buzz, it almost sounds as though it was a time before, before the horrors and monsters took all of it away. The light of dawn stretches over a suburb home, with an overgrown lawn and a cracked window. Light reaches into the living room and catches the face of a sleeping figure dreaming of clean water and toilet paper. This delusion is broken by the cold sweat of the old man laying in filth and hugging a shotgun. He had slept the night without incident. His shoes are held together with duct tape. Both are from different companies. He wears faded jeans with a tear on the left leg showing a healed but grotesque scar. His jacket served as a pillow for his weary head and he kept warm with a hooded sweater and the burning embers of a long forgotten fire. Awaking from his slumber, he jerks, unfamiliar of his surroundings and with shock in his eyes. He looks around as he gets his bearings straight. He removes his hood and rubs his neck, stiff from an uncomfortable sleeping position. On the left side of his neck bears an insignia of Martha's army but it is scratched and scarred. He grabs the shotgun and his jacket and stands up.

The shotgun that he holds was rugged looking. The area around the receiver is rusted with 'Trusty Rusty' scrawled into it. The wooden but has been scratched with markings of previous owners. Four etchings on the back, perhaps how many they killed. Two large letters 'BM', probably 'Bad Muthas'. And a small sentence saying "Property of Stanley" Stanley is scratched out. The old man is bald and has a rough beard growing. After looking around a bit he goes to a corner of the room he slept in and knocks a chair out of the way revealing a stashed backpack. Peering inside he retrieves a package of blinkies and a bottle of water.

(Please note this is a hex away from the hospital and I will make a lot of noise depending on who joins me here.)

lol wat?

(Ok i'll be joining then, sorry for bad english i'm from Sweden. And the name i'll be giving my character isnt his real name you either gotta figure it out or call him something else.)

As the sun became visible from the forest Viking opened his eyes and quickly started his work, first off he cleaned his shortened warcleavers then he sharpened them with an sharpeningstone. [the memory of cutting the mans hand of still hasent left me] "hmm... doesnt matter, i've done it hundreds of times i shouldnt think about or feel sorry about him. His own fault that he tried to steal my stuff." When he was done he holstered his cleavers, took his spear and started to walk down the hidden coridoor he found last evnening. When he was about halfway down the coridoor he heard some muffled voices. [Then it's good that i didnt bring my shoppingcart it would have rattled so much that they would have heard it even before i started walking.]

Greedy Bastard