Zombie Apocalypse RP Game

[FoxMccloud64]

OCC: And i finally decided to change my way to write :3

I keep going upstairs to check if there's any survivors, nobody, but luckliy i found a M1911 with 4 rounds.

"Finally, i wanted one of these weapons, i will keep the Glock if i found any survivor without weapons"

And also 3 can of beans, after that i go downstairs to meet with Jack and the fainted guy, since i don't know his name,
i will call him "Speechless Guy" until i know his name, i see that he recovered after the faint.

"Finally you wake up"

 

[Mooglie]

I nod my head at Bill. I remember I have never told him my name, and I had overheard his. To be honest I still am confused about whether I should have stayed alone at my house or joined these 3 survivors but the past has already been written. After Bill said something to me I simply reply "Yep, my name is Robert, nice to meet ya!".

I notice the beans in the corner of my eye and it triggered my hungriness. I lay my backpack on the rubble and take out some of my food and omnom on it. omnomnonmnomnom.

 

[FoxMccloud64]

I see that the guy finally told his name, it was Robert.

"So your name is Robert"

 

[Oak Milk]

*Jack walks over to Bill and Robert whose name he overheard*
"I've checked the whole apartment its completly empty besides us, we should board up the entrances and stay here the night." In so saying so Jack begins to find to look for wooden planks to help board up the main entrance.
OOC: my computer died yesteday, sorry for no posts.

 

[Fruit]

OCC: I don't think you guys have noticed that I have left already, or that the building is on fire........Anywho

I walk away from that horrible scene, going the opposite direction the biker went. I slip through allies, staying away from the streets. I find a small house I slip into. I quickly survey the house for zombies and go to sleep before searching the house for supplies. A just lay on the floor, and in a minute, I'm out like a light,

It's the day before my dad leaves. "Son come in here, I need to give you something." I come into the room, and he holds his lucky Gold Coin i his hand, "I'm going to be gone for a while, and I think you deserve this." "Thanks father, I will always have this on me." - It's morning, the day my father leaves. I slip the coin into my pocket.

I wake up, sweating again..

"What is with these dreams?"

*I search my pockets, and sure enough, the Gold Coin is in there. I clench it in my hand, and just hold it there for a few minutes. Then I search the small house for supplies.*

I don't find much. I find some fishing line, which may indicate a lake nearby, but it's probably on the other side of the mountain off in the woods. I also find a gallon of water, which can last me a week if I use it sparingly. "This fishing line can really come in handy, just have to think for what." Still upset about my father's death, I go outside. I don't spot any zombies, but I do notice a flaming building deep in the city.

"Glad I didn't stay over there."

A zombie must have been near by. As soon as I finished my sentence, one of the hideous creatures come charging at me.

"You know, you guys are starting to annoy me."

*Seeing that I must have left all of my weapons inside, even my ax, I start to panic. I don't want to run because that will draw attention. I'm running out of time as he is only a few steps away. I dive into an ally at the last second, dodging a zombie. My hand finds itself a bat. I quickly pick it up and knock the zombie down with it. I continue to beat it, laying serveral blows to its head and stomach.*

I feel as if my father is watching over me. Like he guided my hands to the bat. It sounds crazy, but it's something to think about.

OCC: Mach, I realize this sounds like something you touched a bit, but I don't mean to copy you, I just realized it sounds like what your doing actually.

I grab some fishing line and cut a decent size piece off. with a thin knife I found in the butcher, I poke a small hole in the coin. I then tie the fishing line to it, and wear it as a necklace. I get rid of a lot of the knifes as they serve no use to me. I keep 2 butcher knives, 1 decent size knife, and 1 small, almost like a medical knife. I pack everything up, ax in hand, bat hanging from my ax sling, as I keep moving.

OCC: sorry if this was long, I just had some ideas flowing.

 

[FoxMccloud64]

OCC: Me, Robert and Jack haven't noticed the fire yet
and yeah, we noticed that you leaved :3

Also, the fire is approaching faster to duffie and JK

 

[Vatowski]

(Occ: Duffie and Jk are not in the same building as you fox. Correct me if I am wrong JKangaroo)

 

[JKangaroo]

[[OOC: We shouldn't be in the same building.
Reading from the previous posts, this is how things should be going in chronological order.
1- Vati ran toward the building me and Duffie were in, killed some zombies, then ran back to your/his base.
2- Vati, once returning to base, slept a few hours.
3- Fox/Ooglie/Etc meet up an end up in front of the Apartment in which you Vati, are hiding out in.
We should note here that Duffie and I were still behind in terms of the Roleplay by a couple of hours, seeing by that Vati was asleep, and everyone else turned up shortly afterwards. We are only currently going through that process of coming back up to speed.
- Fruit leave the group Fox/Ooglie is with??? (not certain on who's who and who's where from this group)

I'm not certain how the fire is coming quicker to us, and how you haven't noticed it yet if you guys are right next to the apartment and/or inside the apartment, as me and Duffie should be some distance away, again reading the posts.

That explain anything to you vati180 ? ]]

 

[Vatowski]

[[OOC: We shouldn't be in the same building.
Reading from the previous posts, this is how things should be going in chronological order.
1- Vati ran toward the building me and Duffie were in, killed some zombies, then ran back to your/his base.
2- Vati, once returning to base, slept a few hours.
3- Fox/Ooglie/Etc meet up an end up in front of the Apartment in which you Vati, are hiding out in.
We should note here that Duffie and I were still behind in terms of the Roleplay by a couple of hours, seeing by that Vati was asleep, and everyone else turned up shortly afterwards. We are only currently going through that process of coming back up to speed.
- Fruit leave the group Fox/Ooglie is with??? (not certain on who's who and who's where from this group)

I'm not certain how the fire is coming quicker to us, and how you haven't noticed it yet if you guys are right next to the apartment and/or inside the apartment, as me and Duffie should be some distance away, again reading the posts.

That explain anything to you vati180 ? ]]

(occ: yep that is what I though, I did not understand why fox was saying that Duffie and Jk should notice the fire. The fire will not spread to other buildings that fast because it is raining. Logically fox and company should notice the fire before JK and duffie do if it even reaches their building. ¨)

 

[FoxMccloud64]

Occ: so jk and duffie are in another building?
Never noticed xD but duffie and jk should notice it

 

[Mach9824]

Night envelops the battered city swiftly; a looming darkness accompanied by fear and desparity. The moans and screams of horendous creatures and torchered souls echo through the streets.

As I walk down the alley, I pan my eyes up. I slowly survey the rooftops and work my way down the buildings to the floor. Shadows dart here and there, I am unsure if they are my own or someone else's. I grab my shotgun and hold it by my side.... ready.... for anything.

An eerie silence falls over my immediate surroundings. All that can be heard is the soft breath from Eve and myself, and some water trickeling down a storm pipe. The soft impact of my footsteps echo down the alley.

The sense that I am not alone quickens my heart. I turn around and start to make my way quickly down the alley. The walls seems to close in around me, suffocating me in the darkness. Draining away all of my hope, all of my courage.

Im in an all out sprint by the time I reach the end. I burst out onto a main road and break away from the shadows, like a runner breaking through a first place ribbon across the finish line.

My body feels reassured but my mind quickly snaps back into things. "Where am I now? Am I safe? Cover? People? Zombies?" All the vital questions rush back into the front of my thoughts and I look up and around.

"A main street.... shit." This is not where I want to be. Areas that were formally occupied by mass amounts of civilians before the plague are obviously going to be inhabited by the undead.

I draw both guns and point them out, expecting to soon be overrun by a horde of beasts. To my surprise, none were to be seen. I lower the guns and bound across the street to a high brick wall. "At least this will eliminate one direction I need to watch.

I follow the wall through the shroud of the unknown, lit only by the moon when it reveals itself from behind the clouds. "I don't blame it; I also want to hide from this world as much as I can."


I continue down the road looking for anything that can lead to resupplying. My gaze is focused on the buildings across the road, the signs are illuminated by the flickering street lights and neon signs... I'm surprised there is still power he-"

I am interrupted mid-thought when my hand slips of the wall, and I stumble forward. "Looks like a found the entrance." I stand in the middle of the large gap in the wall and look out over an abandoned parking lot. A light fog hangs low over the cement, dust collecting on the cars riddled throughout the flat landscape. In the distance a large building takes form.

"There it is." I proudly state. "Silver City Shopping Center." I proceed through the empty lot. The darkness seems to have found me again and creeped over my body, whispering in my ear and clouding my vision. Fear haunts me as my heartbeat rises. I start taking short shallow breaths. My head on a swivel as my speed starts to increase.

My train of thought is clouded by dread and I become clumsy, bumping into vehicles and tripping over curbs. As I am about to lose myself to insanity Eve barks sharply in my ear, snapping me back to reality. The darkness is gone, as if scared away. I begin to calm, I control my breathing and lower my heart rate. I close my eyes as I think out what needs to be done.

I turn around and make a b-line straight for the doors of the mall. "Still no signs of possible enemies.... strange. Well, im not going to knock it, I'll take it as a blessing."

I make it to the glass doors and see to my disgust that they are smeared with blood and other unidentifiable substances. A clear view inside is not available to me, and I reach down and grab the handle of the door.

Eve growls softly... not at me, but at... the building... "I know it may be dangerous, but it is the only chance we have." Eve snuffs and I continue to push the door open. I quietly step inside and let the door swing shut behind me.

*BANG* the door slams shut behind me. I just gaze outwards into the hallways of the mall.

"What the hell have I just walked into?" Eve lets out another fierce growl as the horde of beasts inhabiting the corridors turn and lurch towards me, my presence now publically known...
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OOC: This idea of a mall may want to bring other characters to my location, for the time being I would like to keep Daniel solitary so if you must bring your character to the mall, don't just stumble upon me. I have another post that will conclude the situation Mr. Stone is in. I will publish that shortly in the future.

 

[AvantGarde]

[OOC: This post is a little boring, I've actually written much more but I had to condense it.

A light breeze blew through the desolate street. It carried a foul stench of death and decay that made Donald aware of just how risky it would be to find food this far into the city. Daylight was growing shorter by the second and he had no way of easily protecting himself from the terrors that stalked these streets. He almost turned back into the hotel but the rumbling in his stomach changed his mind.

Donald scans the street for a suitable place to look for food, still listening for any signs of trouble. The street is flanked on either side by large office buildings and various higher class establishments. Cars were stuck in an eternal gridlock on either side of the worn and tired street. The vehicles were all rusted, out of gas and thoroughly pillaged for supplies. No use to anyone anymore. He spots a building rather out of place that catches his interest. An old style diner sat quite a distance across the road and to the left. The rickety neon sign had come apart but he could still make out the writing "Danny's Diner" it reads. "Now on routes 45 and 28" in smaller text underneath.

"Might work" Donald whispers to himself. Knowing full well there would be little chance of anything edible being left there.

What he really wanted was an excuse to go to a diner one last time. Donald had taken a fancy to the style of those tacky American restaurants.

Just as he starts crossing he notices a faint glimmer to his left. A small tire iron lay next to a very tired pale blue Volkswagen minibus.

"I didn't know these vans still existed" Donald chuckles to himself. "But that will do me". That will do me nicely.

Donald walks carefully over to the van and grasps the tire iron in his hand, it had a solid weight to it. This would do well in an emergency, even if it lacked length.

The hairs on Donald's neck begin to stand on end. He hears the distant sound of tortured moaning.

"Well then, I better make this quick". The suited man murmurs to himself.

Donald dashes across the street, trying his best to keep low and remain undetected by the horrors somewhere in the distance. He may have not had a lot of will to live, but he sure as heck wasn't going to risk being eaten alive... or worse.

He slips across the street without detection. He hops over the the curb and hurries to the door of the diner. The building was in pretty bad shape; the tacky red paint was peeling from the outside. It smelled strangely of smoke. Most of the large rectangular windows had been smashed so he got a look inside. Stools lay strewn about and most of the cheap looking, maroon colored booths had been badly burned by something. There were quite a few piles of black ashes lining the floor. This was too weird. Still, there could be food inside. Food would be good right now.

There was no movement or noise inside, but the howls down the street were growing louder.

Donald takes his cue and opens the door to the diner, gripping his tire iron tightly.

 

[FoxMccloud64]

"Guys, i will go out to look for wooden planks to make a barricade"

I get out of the building, to see that it's on fire

"Holy...Shit! Guys, guys we have to get out of here!

 

[Mooglie]

"WHAT. THE BUILDING IS WHAT?!"

I look around, but there's no fire. I shout at Bill to stop making jokes... I walk upstairs and, well, let's just say the next minute I was running straight to the door.

"Holy hell... That's was, uh... close?" I say.

 

[FoxMccloud64]

"Yeah, next time you think that what i'm saying is--"

I see the building exploding, i don't know why, maybe TNT or something was there

"Holy cow man"

OCC: AotsFTW , will you stay on the RP? Or you wil leave? (Since your inactivity here, i think that you can't play here)

 

[JKangaroo]

Occ: so jk and duffie are in another building?
Never noticed xD but duffie and jk should notice it

OOC:
(Was supposed to write this yesterday But I kind of forgot)
Anyways, we are technically a few hours behind story-wise still if you take Vati's post as canon, so we may or may not see the fire....
I'll just leave it up to Duffie though, since his next post continues the story between our characters for the moment )

 

[hihihilolHI]

OCC: I suppose I won't be in the same hotel as Avante then

 

[FoxMccloud64]

OCC: Maybe after you end the talk with Duffie, you may notice the fire :3

 

[Duffie]

"You know what, you ain't half bad; I like that. So how about this:
Since it seems your so hard-pressed on finding these friends of yours, We can both go together, once dawn arrives.
Deal?"

Hika looked at the young woman with bright eyes.

"Really..?"

[OCC: I'll leave the fire sight seeing with you, as you make the better stories. ]

 

[AvantGarde]

OCC: Sorry hihihi.. Maybe we can meet somewhere else. (Since I'm still close)

The diner had a large eating area with booths for sitting, a long counter ran from one side of the building to the other. It seemed to be clear, although the burn marks and ash on the dodgy looking lino floor made him feel uneasy. Donald looks up and spies the kitchen area behind the counter and smiles. He walks up to the counter and vaults over it.

Donald notices a faint noise coming from the bathroom.

Irrelevant, Donald thought. He just needed something to fill his stomach and then he would hurry back to the hotel to polish off some of the scotch he had saved. Some crumpets would be good he thought. Crumpets and a cup of earl grey tea, that would be fantastic. With his mind lost in the thought of fine English cuisine he barged through the kitchen door and into the kitchen carelessly.

There would be no tea and crumpets. It was a dump, the ovens and grills had rusted through. All the cupboards lie open and virtually empty. A large bottle of cooking oil was lying on the floor next to a grill, which Donald considered drinking for a brief second before realizing it was empty. There was another door here, in the back. After looking through the little window that was in the door frame it appeared to lead outside to a parking lot. However it had been barricaded with wood and nails, how strange. Maybe someone stayed here for awhile, he thought to himself.

"Ah well, so much for eating tonight" Donald says sadly. He couldn't recall how many days he had spent without eating, which was never a good sign.

As Donald turned to leave the kitchen he spied something out of place hidden behind the door. It was a backpack.

It was fairly large pack. Donald had given up on backpacks himself. They were too much of a burden, and it gave more surface area those things to get a hold of you.

A small note lay on top of the pack. The hastily written text read: "I don't know if anyone will ever read this, or even care. My name is Rose Palmer. I tried my best to stay alive, away from those freaks. This diner had been my home, the place I felt safest. I didn't think of the windows. How could I be so careless? They all came at once, at least 10 of them. A real smart one cracked the window open by slamming its stupid head on the glass repeatedly.

I burned a lot of them. One got lucky though. I was throwing the second bottle when it came out of no-where and bit me. Right on my neck. Just like a vampire. Funny huh? I thought it was funny." Donald noticed what appeared to be tear stains soaking the bottom half of the note. He felt a deep sadness within him, an emotion he was sick of feeling.

He carried on reading the note. "I don't want to become one of them. I tried to do it. I just couldn't bring myself to finish it. It's harder than you think. Listen, you can have my things. I have a little food left, and you can take my bottles too. Just please help me. I don't want to be one of them. I'm going to lock myself in the bathroom. Please help me. Please."

Emotion overcomes Donald and he abandons any reason or logic. He drops the note to the floor and heads straight for the bathroom at a quick pace.

Donald approaches the bathroom door and listens for any noise. Nothing, not a peep. Nerves start to get the better of him and he grips his weapon tightly. This man was no warrior, he'd managed so far by mostly avoiding the shambling horrors. Still, he had to do this. Donald would make this one right.

The door was locked, which left only one way in. He slammed the tire iron into the already worn wooden door with heavy force repeatedly. It was in bad shape and gave way almost instantly.

The bathroom was very dark, save for a little light leaking in from outside. Donald hears soft moaning coming from the other side of the room. Sweat drips down Donald's forehead and his hands shake feverishly.

As his eyes adjust to the dark, he spots a twisted figure tied to a pipe on the opposite side of the room. She must have been a clever girl, she'd made sure there was no way she could get the jump on anyone. Donald cautiously approaches the shape in the darkness. The harrowing moans grow louder and louder as Donald draws near.

The figure was slight and had a soft pale face, which shone in the dim light filtering through the broken door. She couldn't have been more than seventeen years old. It crushed Donald to think of this young girl being all alone. Her hair was a beautiful chestnut color that reminded him of someone that held very special place in his heart.

"Sophie?" Donald says to himself quietly, lost in the past.

Her eyes glow a bright red, blood has already begun to seep out of them and down her face. Donald comes within a few feet of the illusion of a girl. Foam drips from her mouth as she tries desperately to get free of her homemade restraints. It was pathetically sad for him to watch.

He'd seen this all before. The disease was only just starting it's vicious decay cycle that would soon ravage her body. It had already ravaged her mind, turning her into little more than a mindless animal bent on consuming the flesh of any creature it comes into contact with.

His heart sinks. It had to be done. There was no other way. There was no cure. No hope.

"I'm so sorry" Donald says softly to Rose.

Their eyes meet as Donald raises his right arm. The world seems to slow for brief serene moment.

Donald swings the tire iron down with all his might.

The moans stop. The diner goes silent.

A tear rolls down the mans weary face.

 

[AotsFTW]

((Alright, I'll re-read the thread and edit this post; I need to find out the plot.))

Madman had been sitting on the second and last piece of furniture that lay inside of the factory; a black, leather couch, splattered in blood. The color and shade of the couch had changed from it's total black shade, as the dried blood and fresh blood had permeated into the fibers of the couch.

The dead body of a man rested on the other piece of furniture; this was a steel chair. The man had his hands tied behind the back of the chair, and his ankles and legs were completely strapped to the legs of the chair. Madman seemed to pay no mind to the man who was dead and bound to his chair.

As he had finished writing down his logs inside of his diary, he looked outside the lone window of his factory; outside the smudged, dirtied window, he saw smoke beginning to rise in the distance. He slowly closed the book and put it in one of his many pockets his trench coat has. He walked directly past the deceased man who rested in the chair and directly behind him was a window that showed nothing but an exploded, burnt down building.

Madman had thought he was completely isolated from all outside contact of any threatening survivors until now; he also thought that this was a good time to find a new human to experiment on. As his Darth Vader-like breath slowed down, a smile had dawned upon his face, concealed by his gas mask. He decides that he will go and set out to see if there are any other humans to experiment on, and so he walks towards his operating area; his items are placed in large dents in the concrete walls surrounding the factory.

Madman reaches to go and grab an item he uses to kidnap many people; a napkin with chloroform poured onto it. Madman had managed to steal some from a once-living doctor's basement as the apocalypse had began. He also grabbed a small cleaver from his 'rack' of items, and he placed it in another pocket of his, along with the chloroformed napkin.

The factory door slowly opened, creaking loudly as the door rose upward. Almost as soon as it rose, the door slowly went back down, but not before Madman exited, preparing to make his way to the explosion.

 

[JKangaroo]

I could still hear the soft, melancholy patter of the rain just a few inches from my face; protected by the receding plaster of the cold, hard wall.
The clouds, casting its dark, ominous shadows; a scene, that truly showed how sad this world had become...
I didn't quite understand it at the time, why I had placed such trust into such a person I did not truly know.
I supposed, this was the cause such catastrophes brought; a load to burden our shoulders with, a reason to bring linked souls together; it doesn't truly matter.
With those words, I had made a pact; perhaps one that would remain between us for the remainder of our lives.... I couldn't really tell.
I just remember, that elongated silence; one which memories burrowed into my mind.
That tear, one which had formed, just moments earlier, from the sweet nectar of joy...
Began to fall against my cheek...

"Really..?"

Through all this, I had cast my gaze over the girl.
Her words fell over me, casting me back into a state of calming, sadness, and remembrance.
A remembrance of events lost to the sands of time... Not only that, but more of memories of a sad, past life; one that we knew, we would, and could never return to.

"Yeah."
I had leaned forward, caressing a lock of hair, comforting the girl; a smooth touch embracing her face. I remembered her skin had been so soft between my fingers... So young and warm...
"Well go together, find your friends...

I had dropped my hand here... Drawing my form back away from the girl. I had looked smaller, slumped against the mighty wall in which I had seated myself against. I had turned my head from the girl, my hair falling like the wall I had leaned on, blocking her, and the worlds view from the emotions, playing a scene upon my face.

"...And besides..."
My arm had fallen against my side, a small square had slipped from the pocket of my jeans.
My eyes, downcast, had a sense of longing painted across them; it felt like I had started at that piece, clutched so delicately in my palm, for eternity. My vision had become blurred.
"...I have someone of mine own that I am searching for..."

I could feel the girls gaze following mine as I stared at the slip of paper within my hand; one which felt so fragile as it brushed against my skin. I turned back toward the girl, Hika, slipping the torn, burn-tinged page back into my side pocket before she could notice its features.
"I'll take first watch... Go get some sleep."
I spoke slowly, almost as if I was wounded; which indeed, I was torn inside.
My eyes had shut themselves out, my heart shutting itself inside.
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The light of the candle had begun to flicker and fade...
I had remained in my seat, watching the flames in all their small glory, dance their glow upon our two faces.
It had been awhile since we had talked, the girl and I; her body laid perfectly against the base of the small couch in our makeshift stronghold.
It was a calming sight.

The moon could be seen, casting its steady beams of light against my face through the clouds in which it had hid behind.
I wondered... was anyone else looking at this very moon?... Or was it only I...
Another depressing thought; one to add to that saturated bank in the back of my mind I guess...

I had tried to ponder the events of that day throughout the night,
however, my thoughts could only turn to one thing:
The picture.
I would always cringe whenever I saw it...
I could see as clear as day in my memory; a baby girl, wrapped in swaddling clothes, skin as soft as the morning...
It was the only keepsake that remained with me... Torn with use, and tarnished by fire and time...
I would look at that picture every evening during the first few weeks of the plague...
A faded memory... Almost like a scattered dream...
Sometimes to remember about my past.

But... Tonight was different.
I couldn't picture what I had held in my hand...
For that single tear, which had begun to fall against my cheek;
One that was full of joy for such a moment...
Had turned sour and sorrowful...
And I remember; as I began to slip that photo into my pocket.
The tear had finally fallen.
It cast its wet dew upon the old piece, crumpling it within my grasp...
Blurring almost everything besides one...

The face, of the beautiful, baby girl....

I had cried out then, soft sobs echoing out into the moonlit street; saddened words that could only be heard by the ghosts and specters which wandered the streets.
It was if my face had grown older, aged within such a short time from grief.
My features darkened... my lip bitten to hide back the tears...
Softly, and once more, with eyes shadowed by the darkness, I spoke out.

"Wake up... We should get going soon..."

 

[Oak Milk]

*Jack runs out the building with Bill and Robert nearly running into them when they stop.*
"What the heck have you stopped for?! This place is gonna be crawling with zombies in a sec-"
The rest of his sentence is drowned out by the building exploding!
"HOLY ****"
*Recovers and checks his bag for his flashbangs which are still there*
"We need to go now before-"
A pack of 7 zombies start to stagger towards the group.

 

[FoxMccloud64]

After the explosion we fall down but quickly recover, but now, a zombie horde is coming

"Not again........"

I quickly take out the M4 and i start killing all the zombies, at the pure Black Ops Zombie Mode style, hopefully, the horde was small, and only 5 swarms of zombies got attracted by the explosion, and the swarms were of 7 zombies

"Guys......Let's go in this building here"

M4: 7x
Glock: 5x
M1911: 4x

OCC: It's your building JK :3
Also, my post is the 173th post SCP-173 reference :D

 

[Oak Milk]

*Jack helps dispatch any further zombies with his sword.*
"Okay let's go then, quickly."
A zombie decides to attack Jack, but he pulls out a glock and shoots it. Another pack heads towards the group 7 zombies in all.
"Time to test out my home made flashbang," Jack throws it and gets inside the building with Bill and Robert.
The flashbang goes off totally disoreints the zombies chasing them, they aimlessly wander away, leaving the group safe inside the building for now.
OOC: probably a good idea to do an inventory count now guys (bullets, food etc.)