E x t i n c t i o n: Part Deux

[anman]

Andrew still stood their as he heard some talk from the inside he decided it was time....he didn't want to was ammo but he didn't want to get eaten ethier. He aimed his shot gun and shot three times slowly movieing from side to side to take out as many as he could...but with the extra shrapnal from the bullets hit and broke the glass door. Andrew could see a few people one aiming his wepone at the zombies. As the glass broke a few of the corspes that he had shot fell on the ground. "Hurry UP!" Andrew yelled in his crackling voice. He sloly backed up keeping aim on the zombies...he could not shoot because if he did he could injure living people and as he though. if its alive...and got a gun it can help.

(hope i did not rush anything i thought that you guys where done in the store....if not just tell me and i will deleat this post.)

[Biohazardous.]

Nadine jumped when she saw a creature, much like the ones outside her. He wore a supermarket uniform. A former employee. Nadine blinked. The creatures facial expression was a sad one, to be quite honest. "Aw, is everything okay?" she asked the creature, feeling an odd mixture of humor and actual sympathy. "You look kind of down, you know? It breaks my poor little heart to see someone as sad as you. I just take it's cause you haven't really had much to eat lately. C'mere, loverly, give Nadine a hug." She approached the advancing corpse, removing her gun. She was pratically two feet away from the zombie when it lunged at her, mouth wide open. Nadine whipped up her gun, and shot a bullet through the creatures mouth and out the back of its' skull. It dropped to the floor, dead. She smiled. "Depression medications, isle seven. Please consult a family doctor before consuming. May contain side-effects such as suicidal thoughts, increased depression and or drowziness." She headed past the corpse and looked down a isle, filled with cooking supplies. Frying pans, stainless steel pots and cooking untensils lined the walls.

[Soji-Sama]

Anna chuckled, the Nadine girl was funny! But back to the matter at hand... She began to fire shots into the croud of zombies, her pistols were weak, so it took two shots to the face to kil a zombie, but before long, she had dropped ten of them.

[.Merios]

Rodger sighed and flicked up the safety on his Beretta.

"Hold fire!"

He put both hands on the handlebar of his shopping cart and pushed it towards the exit, letting it sit near the open main doors. He turned around and withdrew his M4, shouldering it and using his right thumb to switch it from "Semi" to "Burst." He backed up, aiming at the doors, squeezing the trigger once, sending three rounds into a zombie's upper chest, neck, and finally forehead, dropping it quickly. He turned to the store.

"We're getting out of here! We'll come back when it's less crowded. By then, we'll be more secure!"

He put his right foot on the handle bar of his cart and shoved it through the doors and letting it roll into the parking lot. He used that for bait, considering the meat inside was relatively warm, and it would attract a few zombies. He lifted his M-4 up and watched as a female zombie staggered towards the cart. He planted three rounds in the neck and face of the zombie, watching it fall to the ground quickly with a squirt of congealed blood. He turned his head into the store.

"That means you too, Nadine! Get outside!"

[DaNnEh]

Liz separated herself from the rest of the group when they entered the supermarket, and after wandering the aisles looking at the debri that was clogging the shelves and floors and it didn't take her long to find the produce section of the store, her nose wrinkling in disgust at the sweet, nasueating stench of rotten fruit and vegetables. Like everything else, rotten to the core..., trying her best not to breathe through her nose as she searched among the stands until she found what she was looking for, a package of raisins a treat she haven't had in some time and thankfully something that didn't go bad as the rest of the world did. "Now, now where are the plastic bags...?, her head whipping around when she heard gun shots from somewhere else in the store, her hand holding her glock clenching, "Can't a girl get a moment of peace without this s***!?, half a statement and half question before giving the boxes of raisins a longing look, she really did want something different other than the dry and rough taste of field rations.

"Hell, nothing goes the way I want it, why should this be any different!", turning away from the raisins as she started to run in the direction of the gunshots her glock held ready in both hands, her mini-14 hanging on her back by the strap as she dashed down the aisles, careful to avoid the messy remains of some unknown, though considering the smell it didn't take much long to figure out what it was, turning a corner in time to see one of the creatures, unmistakably male from the clothing but she would have been hard pressed to explain her reasoning.

"Well, such an interesting cologne you have on...ode to puterfication, or is it one of those men smells that men are so proud of.", her voice heavy with sarcasm and irriatability as the creature turned its rotten frame, annoyed at how slow it was turning before it faced her, "My, my you look like one of the guys I use to date!, dark humor lighting her eyes before adding, "But I think you really pull off, "Look at my bad skin", look really well.", laughing as the creature made its way towards her, its almost fleshless arms outstretched towards her, "My aren't we forward, do you do this with all the women you meet or is it just me.", dancing backwards as the creature lunged at her, bringing her gun up to rest on the forehead of the creature, a twisted smile on her face, "Oh how rude, I never kiss on the first date!", pulling the trigger as the shot snapped the creatures head back, gore splattering onto the floor, adding upon the mess that was already there, "Call me.", blowing the creature a kiss before jumping over the body.

[Joshy]

Alexander had found a can of peaches and a pack of gum while searching the store for supplies. When he heard Roger tell everyone to wrap things up. Alex put the mints in his pocket and held the peaches in his right hand. As he made his way to the enterance of the store he saw Andrew shoot and break the glass doors. Alex stood ack and made sure none of the undead got closer to him.

[Biohazardous.]

Nadine grinned, grabbing a frying pan in the process. Who knew what wonders (or havoc) a cast-iron frying pan could create? She walked out of the store scanning the large area around her. It was messy from their raid on the place, but all the same. What difference did it make? She left the store. She grinned. "I wanted a frying pan," she stated in a serious voice, trying to keep the smile from her face. "Who knows what they can do?" She slammed the pan across the face of an advancing zombie, then ran for the VW.

[DaNnEh]

Dodging from aisle to aisle as she made her way back to the entrance of the store, a twisted smile still on her face as she caught sight of the others, "Everything must go, its a huge blow out sale!", her voice falling into breathless laughter after seeing Nadine grab a frying pan, her mini-14 slapping against her back as she dashed through the shattered doors of the store, "A real door buster of a sale today! Just look at these crowds a real big turnout!", still laughing as she headed towards the bus, parked alongside the vw bus that Nadine was heading towards.

[.Merios]

Rodger made his way to the SUV, pushing the cart hard and sending it rolling to the back of the School Bus and letting it smack into the rear bumper. He made it to the SUV and swung his M-4 around to his back and opened the passenger side door, jumping in and plopping down, shutting the door behind him and locking it. He sighed a bit, looking around and nodding. Everyone was pretty much out, but he wasn't going to get going yet- the cargo needed to be loaded and everyone still needed to be seated in their positions.

[Joshy]

Alex was following behind Nadine, Liz, and Roger. He undead were too slow and couldn't reach him even though he wasn't running very fast. He made it to the VW bus and unlocked all the doors with his key. Alex climbed into the drivers seat and was waiting for an order to start the vehicle. Alex just looked around the area to see if everyone was alright and not being eaten by the undead.

[LTI]

Win holstered his pistol and removed the shotgun from the hand-made pouch on his back. It felt right to him, having such a thing in his hands. He kicked the shopping cart toward the front door and slamming zeds aside. He crouched down, making as small a target as he could to make a smaller target for those damn things. He got away from the small crowd and pushed his cart next to Rodger's, doubling back to help out his compatriots. He raised his shotgun and fired into the crowd, taking out a couple zombies. Lucky shot, he said to himself as his lips curved upward in a smile. He shouted at his teammates, "Hurry up! They're not just going to let you through." He waited a moment, then ran to the tanker and jumped in the driver's seat.

[anman]

Andrew whatched as the others ran into thier vehicals....andrew quickly got into the front seat of the suv to see that Roger Ell was alreay in the pagengers seat. Andrew then took off his mask reviling his blue eyes and black hair which he tried to streighten it with his hand then looked behind him at the other people running around.

[Biohazardous.]

Nadine got into the passenger seat of the VW. She shifted her seat back a bit and propped her boot-clad feet upon the dashboard. She took out a Vogue magazine from her bag and began flipping through it, heading to the fashion spread first. Then she'd read the articles. She scratched a bright green eye that was hidden behind her hair, and gave a tired yawn. She had barely gotten any sleep that morning. Perhaps two hours. She knew she wouldn't get anymore unless she passed out with exhaustion. Damn being a nocturnal freak, she thought as she fliipped throug the pages.

[.Merios]

Rodger sighed a bit, looking out his window. He rested his tired head on the inside of the passenger side window. His listless eyes slowly moved towards the sideview mirror. He watched through half-open eyes at a few men pulling the groceries into the back of the bus's cargo bay while others hopped into their vehicles. A lone zombie slowly made his way towards the vehicle, clearly visible through the side view mirror. He curiously watched the creature, it was a rather old male, it's bottom part of the jaw was completely missing, only leaving his upper jaw along with his upper set of teeth and his tongue, which was whipping around. The zombie's eyes were fixed on the sideview mirror, lost in it's wonders, perplexed by the mirror image that was portrayed. Almost.. Human.

Bang.

The creature fell forward violently, it's forehead exploding outward with the force of the bullet and spraying onto the side view mirror, coating half of it in gooey crimson. It was obviously a high-caliber bullet that did that damage, due to the amount of gore that the blast brought forth from this decayed creature's head. The world was dead. He knew it, but he didn't want to realize it. Everyone he knew, everyone he loved- dead. It was hard to comprehend that 99% of the Earth's population are dead; and walking and eating the flesh of the living- almost like a jealous rage. L knew better, it was blood lust that drove these beastly creatures and not jealousy- it was the ignorant humans who don't see anything but a monster in these.. Zombies. Rodger turned his head to look at Andrew. He nodded to the man and turned back to the side view mirror- in his own little world.

"I wonder how long we'll last..."

He directed that towards Andrew, but the way it sounded, it was as if he wasn't talking to anyone.

[Munz]

As his fellow survivors ran from the supermarket, Tony began to think that staying on the bus was a good idea. He had only recently joined the bus about two hours ago, and after the long, two-day walk through the sand, the urge to sit down was pulsating from his waist down to his feet. He'd agreed to stay inside and make sure to open the doors if there was an emergency.
The gunshots came just as he began to doze off. Immediately he sprung from his seat and ran to the back door, pushing it open and waving, as if a beacon. Taking the bags from the passengers as they entered and placing them on the back seat, he shouted, "everyone alright?"