forum Zombies

Started March 10, 2018 by @glitchy-plant

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Gasping in relief, Jackie immediately hugged whoever had pulled her in, which turned out to be Trinity, the rich cheerleader. "Thank you, thank you. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't let me in."

"Yeah, well they can't be opened again." She pauses. "Did you see what happened?"

Jackie shook her head. "All I know was that the fog was rolling in fast. I don't know what happened to those poor students who didn't make it in."

Trinity looks out the window again, she sees figures walking out of the fog. "Are they alive?" She smiles and takes a closer look. She gestures Jackie to look out the window.

Jackie grinned at the sight of the students, but it faltered quickly. "Do they look. . . normal to you?" She asked Trinity. She noticed the strange way they were walking, and as they got closer, their skin looked all wrong. Tinted green, perhaps, but that could've just been from the fog.
The Fog.
That's what must have caused this. Their abnormal walking, their strange appearances. What had happened to her classmates?

"Oh god…I've watched enough horror to know… Are they zombies?" They seemed to stumble rather than walk. "Quick lock the windows, doors, everything." Trinity turns to Jackie, "They aren't our classmates anymore." Trinity recognizes some of the people out there, if she'd been a little bit later she would be one of them.

Eyes widening, she saw truth in Trinity's claim. She locked the door that Trinity had luckily pulled her through, and helped all the kids in the cafeteria lock other doors and windows. She heard a scream from the middle of the room, from a kid who just spotted their best friend become a zombie outside. Jackie went to comfort them.

Trinity walks into the kitchen and comes back out with a butcher knife. "We need to be prepared to defend ourselves." Trinity knew in times of crisis she would need to become a leader. "Remember they aren't our classmates anymore. We don't know what they can do or how easily it spreads. Arm yourselves."

"My brother loves zombies and prepared for the zombie apocalypse every day of his life. Trust me, I know how to defend myself," Jackie said, standing up. "We should all learn how to defend ourselves. But remember, zombies are slow creatures. We should have time to think."

"To be fair, we didn't know zombies were real until a few minutes ago." Trinity says. "We can't be sure of their mannerisms, and we cannot base this off of a horror film." Trinity starts to hand out knives to everyone. "Jackie, let's go see if their are any adults left." She says gesturing to go to the office.

Jackie rolled her eyes at Trinity's 'know-it-all' self, but still followed her. (sorry, my character is very skeptical, you can just roll with it for now). Running to catch up with her, Jackie said, "Hey, if zombies didn't exist, why are they here now? And where did The Fog come from? It must be the source."

"That is what we are trying to find out. I know you probably don't like me, but that's not really an option, you're a natural leader and we need to be able to have eachother's backs. Whether we like it or not."

"At least we can agree on one thing. But you did just save my life, so I owe ya." Jackie continued walking down the silent halls. She was used to the quiet. Her house was always quiet. Her father always ignored her, and her mother was never home, always running around with someone new. She shook those thoughts from her head. If The Fog had continued to her own neighborhood, they were probably struck with the zomb-itis. She liked that word, because for some reason, it was fun to say. Jackie decided to dedicate that word for whatever the zombie fog was.

The sky grew dark and Clyde was hiding out in a closet when he saw a radio thing the teachers used before the mess occurred. He picked it up and patched himself through to the kitchen, knowing someone was smart enough to hide there. ’’Hello? oh god… please answer. I’m one of the few people not infected. help me-’’

Trinity felt terrible, she never tries to make people dislike her, but It just happens. Her train of thought is interrupted when they stumble upon the office, the desks look as though they were trying to get out in a hurry. There were papers everywhere, but no grown-up in site. "What happened here?" She asks.

(Just joining)
Name: Vaughn Finley
Age:18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Black comb over hair, slate gray eyes, olive skin, 6’0, toned build
Clothing: White button down, black suit jacket, black dress pants, black boots.
Personality: Comes off as rude, seemingly dark and cruel, passionate, mysterious, defensive, agoraphobic(fearful that everyone is plotting against him)
Other: Father murdered his mother and sister when he was 13, he lives in an abandoned apartment complex.
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Vaughn is sitting in a hallway in the school, in aware of what is happening. Music blasts through his headphones as he skims through a textbook. He glances up and around the empty hall and leans his head back against a locker.

Clyde let out a quiet whimper as he clutched the walkie talkie to his chest. He sat in silence, tears rolling down his cheeks, praying someone would pick up the line, ’’hello?’’ he started again.

Vaughn pushed to his feet, taking the headphones from his ears and walking down the hall. He was surprised that there seemed to be no one around, but it did make him feel more comfortable.

"Wait, did you hear that." Trinity walks over to a walkie talkie sitting on the office desk. She picks it up, "Hello?"

Jackie heard the static coming from the walkie talkie. "Someone is there. But where are they?"

"Where are you?" Trinity asks into the device.

(Ohhh my god this is so awesome I have to join!!! My character will be a teacher or principal or something)
Nyir, age 34, her son Tasper is a freshman at the school, she has dark box braids and medium skin, with dark eyes. She is no nonsense and fiercely protective, and her husband is a cop, so she took self-defense from him. She is quick witted with dry humor and is almost always frowning.

Nyir heard the screams before she saw the Fog. She had been rummaging through student files, filling out letters of recommendation for her graduating seniors. Her blinds were drawn shut, and her office locked. The screams were faint, but definitely there.

"What the hell?" She muttered, drawing open her blinds. Not an active shooter, please not an active…oh, no. Her eyes widened and she immediately dropped the blinds. No active shooter. Something..else.

The alarm blared as the school went on lockdown. Nyir hurried out of her office, racing down the hall past panicked children. She had to find her son. He was supposed to be eating lunch now…her hands clenched. He better be safe.

’’third floor… closet’’ Clyde made out through the static to the girl on the other end.

Trinity runs to the third floor, she throws open the closet door to see who it is. "It's ok now." She tries to comfort him.

Sitting on a window at the top floor of the school, Ben watched as a crowd of Halloween-like zombies hobbled around the outer walls of the school. He knew what was going on, but this sort of stuff seemed very bland for Ben, he already went through enough ‘Terror’ while helping a friend of his escape from the police after an ‘experiment gone wrong’, that ended up turning him into a ‘Jack frost vampire but not afraid of the sun’. So, this was nothing new.

Jackie was right behind Trinity when they found the boy huddled in the closet. "It's alright, nobody in the school yet is infected."

"We should look around the school, see if there are any students by themselves." She says to Jackie. "You take the first and second floor, I'll take the third." She said, in the nicest, least bossy way possible.