Zombie RP

"Fine with me." Mark said, shrugging as he stood up and started to leave. "We've got food if you need any." and then he left into the living room.

When Mark left, Revy closed and locked the window, she picked up the glock from beside her, and then her blade, and walked into the living room, sitting in a corner, simply listening to the rain.

Stormy ate/drank her soup; mostly drank it for she had no spoon. Because of the rain, it was hard to tell if it was day time or close to night. The ruins of the downtown area dripped water as she looked out of her window, taking constant sips of water. Her bow leaned against the wall beside the window that way she could reach back if she dropped her gun or something of the sort.

Callie watched Mark come back, "Told you this place wasn't discreet." She said, leaning back into the chair.

"Yeah yeah." Mark muttered, and fell back onto the couch. "As I was saying. What should we do? Got any board games hidden in your ass?" He joked, rubbing his eye.

Revy smirked at Mark's comment, but then focused back on the rain, it was raining the day the barracks were over run, a flash of memories came up, but Revy brushed them off.

Lucas popped up behind the window of the room Revy was in. He knocked on the window, smiling and waving. He had followed her out of curiosity, then climbed up using a fallen ladder from another house. He was covered in rain-water, but obviously didn't much care.

"Real funny, but no. I've got..." She took off her backpack, unzipping it and digging through, "Cards, I guess." Callie placed the card pack onto the coffee table.

Cameron walked around the buildings not paying attention to were exactly were he was going. He hummed the tune known as 'Singing in the Rain,' from a musical he watched before every thing went down the flusher. He turned the corner to see a nice inviting house, there was one problem though, there was a person in the window. He looked over his attire and found he might look... Like a threat. He wore a black motorcyclist helmet, two for arm pads, a big grey jacket, and other things. He lifted his visor and threw a small rock at the window of the person.

Revy was suprised, but opens the window. "Um, hi?" She says, looking at him in a confused way. "What uh, what are you doin here?"

"Ehhhhhh." Mark said, shrugging. "You can decide what we play."

Lucas climbed in, "Because it's raining outside, and it's not raining inside." He said, taking off his jacket and whipping it to get rid of the water. "Could ask you the same question, but pretty sure it's like mine. Oh, and I might've followed you a couple blocks." He said, "Wow, it's dark in here."

Callie shrugged, "Uh, blackjack?" She suggested.

Stormy had already spotted him and ducked away from the window, grabbing her bow from the wall with her quiver of arrows. She put everything into her bag quickly, zipping it up. She put her arrows in her homemade quiver in the pocket of her bag. Lastly, she put out her small fire with the rest of her water and threw the remaining plastic into the smoking coals. She untied the parachute cord zip-tie on the door and removed the chair. She opened the door quietly, jogging down the hall and stairs quietly as well. She creeked the front door open. Her bow wasn't loaded but over her shoulder and bag. She had her gun in hand. She slowley backed away, her gun trained on him.

"So many fucking people." Mark muttered as he leaned towards the edge of the couch. "Fine with me." He said, ignoring the other two.

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What they all didn't know however, was that just a few blocks away, about 40 of the undead were heading straight for them.

"Yeah, ok, why did you follow me?" Revy asks, her hand on the top of the handle to her blade. The last time someone followed her, they tried to kill her.

Lucas shrugged, "Haven't seen another human in... months?" He said, looking up at the ceiling, trying to think of the time elapsed.

Callie dealt the cards between her and Mark.

Cameron's arms were raised, he baseball bat on his back. "Hello?" He yelled, he looked around. The rain smacked against his helmet, "I just want to see if you guys are assholes or not, if you are! Then I will be on my way, if you aren't! Maybe we can talk a bit?"

After a while of playing, Mark froze. He put the cards down, and put his finger to his lips for everyone to be quiet. He grabbed his baseball bat off of couch and inched towards a window, he pulled back the blinds and then froze. More undead had accumulated on their way to them, about 60 or so now.

He closed the blinds and quietly, went to the couch. "Everyone, get your shit. and get out. I don't care where you go, but you can't stay here." He said, all while he put everything he had back in his bag, which then was slung over his shoulder. "We have to get out. Now. I give it ten minutes before the entire front side of this house is taken down."

Lucas heard Mark, "Hm, seems like we've gotta go. Back to the rain." He sighed, putting his jacket back on and then jumping out of the window, landing safely. He scanned around the area, then dashed off into the woods.

Callie stood, "What?" She whispered loudly, packing up her things, with her cards. She peeked over the window, "Crap, let's go then." She murmured to Mark.

"Sticking with me?" Mark asked as he opened up a back window for Callie to exit.

Revy ran after Lucas, her large gun in her hands as she ran, and her duffle fitting tight against her torso.

Lucas pulled out his butterfly knife, spinning it around his hand to grip it tightly. "The followee follows the follower." He called to Revy, smiling.