OOC: It could've meant many things, that's all.

OCC: thats true

(Crazy Galt been playing too much Urban Dead? we all know what happens to Caiger Mall... I like the dead rising map too! shame I didn't find the thread till now! Don't worry kids. The DEM will save you!)

Sigguard had been doing some heavy lifting after he helped Rain, when he heard Killion over the radio, and as the people gathered to go to the chopper, he was unsure if he should join or not.

"They already have a lot of people..." he thought: "But they might need my experience in combat, for those darn zombies"

he walked up to Cpt. Galt and asked: "Sir, where would i be more helpful, here, or with them?"

OOC: I'm not at home till later today. Just thought i should say that.

OOC: Good thing my character wasn't with the main group; having to go to work for six hours makes you miss a lot...
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Holed up in a small sporting goods store called Homerunner's, Dan pondered what he was to do next.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time; grab as many supplies as he could, then barricade himself into a store until help arrived. Unfortunately, Dan hadn't counted on how long he would be staying in that godforsaken mall. He was almost out of food, and his pistol had run out of ammo long ago. He had considered raiding the nearby food court, but did not want to risk leaving the safety of the store. There were just too many zombies out there for him to handle.

Once his food ran out completely, however, he would have to take the chance. Until then, he had to stay put and hope to God someone would come rescue him.

Dane speaks from the malls door "Guys lets go"

OOC: Ok guys im out dont get me killed or attacked no major stuff with my character while im gone please.

Wait, so is this just like Dead Rising? Or are there certain parts of the area which are clear of zombies? Oh well, its still good.

My guy was amazed at the level of noise a chore of zombies and a explosion could make, so you know.

OOC: also glad I'm not part of the main group. That'll teach me not to be nocturnal. And Irish, would I put you in danger? (vigorous nodding)
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"Gremlin just tries to get some sleep."

"Why is it so hard to let Gremlin sleep?"

"Why you gotta be making the BANGS!?"

The incoherent muttering seemed to be coming from a janitors cupboard. Sure enough, a moment later the door exploded outwards, accompanied by an axe scything through the air. Gremlin stepped out and surveyed the utter lack of sleep-stealing zombies. Gremlin grunted, and went to pull his axe out of the wall, once again muttering. "Ought to be more careful, Gremlin. You cob your axe round like that, you'll hit another human, and then they will be a bit cross. Or dead."

He surveyed the room he was in, while reaching down and pulling his drink out of his leg. He took a slug. Or, more precisely, a worm. "Blargh! Tequila!" he shouted, hurling the bottle across the room. "Must've been a bad day for Gremlin yesterday, glad I can't remember it."

He wandered off in search of the other survivors.

Rain wandered the stores.

"Shit. This is stupid. Everyone's running around like mad and everyone's turned cannibalistic."

That girl, Laura, just ran off with the group of people to the chopper crash. What's going on with this world. What happened to make it this far. People killing other people in the middle of the streets.

"Fuck, why'd Pattrik have to take off? I hope he's ok out there."

OOC: I'm assuming I'm inside the mall?

OOC: I didn't see you leave it, so I guess so. And in answer to someone else's question, I think the zombies are all outside in this case? Hence why they were safe enough to do medical exams in the front lobby area.
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Gremlin noticed Rain ransacking the store, and moved remarkably stealthily for someone with a metalic leg. "Is the problem what?" he asked once he was close. "Wait, no, that didn't make sense." Gremlin stopped and thought for a second. "Give Gremlin another chance! What is the problem? Yes, that is right!" he finished, and looked remarkably proud of himself.

"Ah, hey. You decieded to stay. I'm Patrick Rain. Don't call me Patrick though. Where did you come from around here?"

Rain said while stuffing some donuts from the patisserie into a plastic bag.

OOC: might go rescue the froth-mouthed toilet in a minute.

"The closet. Oh, you mean before the brain eating ones?" Gremlin shrugged. "Ah, here and there, here and there. Staying in one place all your life is bad for the health of noggins, methinks." he said sagely, tapping himself on the head. "But you?" he leant past and swiped a ring donut. "Where are you from?" he asked as he wandered over to the drinks section and began inspecting their stocks of booze.

OOC: Darn my need for sleep.

Robert walked around the corner to see a pair of people talking, and one of them seemed to have an axe. He shuddered, and approached cautiously hugging his laptop, eyes wide and frightened. He'd heard an explosion earlier, but really had no idea what was going on, having held up in a computer store originally. Walking forward slowly, he ventured,

"Hello? Uhm... do you two know whats going on?"

His eyes flicked to the axe and he shivered slightly. Although having met a fair amount of the group, neither of these two stuck in his mind.

Singing Gremlin:
"But you?" he leant past and swiped a ring donut. "Where are you from?" he asked as he wandered over to the drinks section and began inspecting their stocks of booze.

"Ahh. Not too far. I was called here for an emergencey. I arrived with the Ambulance and that's when it all happened. I've sort of been stuck here. The only thing I feel badd for are my fish at home."

Rain starts eating one of his donuts not noticing the missing one (OOC: If the next murder is in anyway donut related, you are so dead) and sighs to himself.

"But hell if I'm going back to get them."

"Hello? Donut people? Hello?"

They had ignored him! Coward though he might be, he still greatly disliked being ignored.

OOC: hey, Irish is the one that kills people with bizarre commodities, not me.

Gremlin laughed. "I think fish are a poor price for your brains indeed" he agreed. He regarded the newcomer. "Lots of things are going on I believe. Zombies eating people seems to be a favourite one." He turned back to the drinks and selected a bottle of vodka. He took an experimental swig, then nodded and slotted it into the drink-holder on his leg. "And you can stop looking at Gremlin's axe now." he said, seeming to address the drinks. "it won't hurt you."

"Zombies? You named the cannibalistic-undying-disorder? I still have problems trying to wrap my head around it all. A person should die. I've seen wounds on these things that should drop and ordinary man but they keep going with almost no brain function. It's so... odd I guess. I don't know what to say about it."

"Zombies is so much easier on the tongue than cannibalistic-undying-disorder, though, don't you think?" asked Gremlin, looking up. "I do not see why people have difficulties with calling them zombies. Sticking to reality, and refusing the impossible doesn't rate very highly in Gremlin's list of priorities when these things want to eat him."

"True. I still haven't been to brave to try and kill any of them yet. You seem well equipt with that axe of yours."

Rob blinked, and stopped looking at the axe, however downright freaky it was.

"Zombies... Jesus, what the hell happened to cause this? And how can you two be so... so calm about all this!? There are dead people EVERYWHERE! And they're not dead!"

He shivered, unnerved by their strange way of seeming to not care.

Gremlin looked at Rob. "Calm is the best way to be about it. This man" he pointed to Rain "Could turn around and slit both our throats in an instant. In my eyes, that would be a worse terror than one of zombies. We are always in danger, theoretically. It is refreshing to be certain where the danger comes from, don't you think?"

OOC: re-reading this, that makes me sound so much like the killer. And no-one has even died yet!

"I doubt I would. I have troubles killing a 'Zombie'. I fix people and send them to hospitals. Shit, that was a bad place. I'm, I'm gonna go lie down now. Sorry."

After Rain mentioned the Hospital he began to look pale. He walked off to the lobby.

Bradley finished the last of the discarded drinks, he glanced in the mirrored wall behind the bar to see if he'd lost the mad look in his eyes. He had, although there were one too many of him in the mirror now...

After a couple of minutes of nursing his head and contemplating things in that special way only a drunk person can he decided to look for other people to share his pain with. After a few failed attempts at standing up he found some balance and headed over to the first person he saw, "Wha rgh shum'duffe rof?...

Galt saw a stumbling figure come out of the bar. The man tried to say something but all that came out was a drunken mumble. Galt quickly took note of the bottle in his hand and realized just how serious this might be. Trapped in a mall by these...things was one thing. If he could keep his group together long enough, they could survive. Give them unrationed liquor, then you run the risk of having half your group in the bag during a break in.

As the man lunged towards Galt for balance, John grabbed him by the arm and tried to keep him upright. More slurred protests. Galt drug him over to a pillar and propped him up. He fastened a blinfold over his face in order to get him to remain still."Whash'a fink'yr dooin'?" came another remark as the man tried to wriggle out of Galt's grip. Within minutes the drunkard was asleep.

Galt walked over to the bar and found the metal security grating. He grabbed the hook with a jump and yanked it down. He secured the padlock and stowed the key in his pocket. "Looks like the spring's run dry." he thought to himself.

(Psst guys, i managed to make it in after all :D, Galt posted my bio if you want to read it. it's on page 3)

Johnny was sifting through what was left of the fresh goods at the back of the grocery store when he heard a noise and looked up, It was the back up generator for the frozen goods section, with a grin on his face he ambled over to the generator only to find it whining under the strain of powering all of the freezer sections. After a bit of a tune up it was running without a sound, grinning to himself, he had always had a natural ability for fixing things. Standing up, he dusted himself off, no one had been back here for some time it seemed as he flicked the flashlight around from his waist, training it into the dark corners he spotted something that made his blood run cold. An unbarred door. Quickly and quietly he moved towards it taking note of the vast array of heavy items he could place against it. he stopped a few meters away from it to see if anything was out of order, he had been edgy ever since the outbreak, hell he had been edgy all his life. After realising nothing was amiss, he sighed, it was his lucky day. how could nobody notice this, it was surprising that no "infected" had gotten in. After securing the door with a large crate of canned goods and another two to just make sure, he stood back to admire his genius. As he turned to leave - BOOM, the ceiling shook and the sound that accompanied it was like a blast from a cannon. heart racing, Johnny sprinted out of the room, sending the plastic dividers flying as he pushed them aside as he went.

After running through a mostly deserted part of the mall he ran into the lobby and sited lanky man, his name was patrick rain the doctor in training, Rain was looking towards the emergency roof exit with a worried look, Johnny took one more glance and decided to rush up to see what the problem was.

As he leveled the last few stairs, johnny had to cover his eyes, the heat of the flaming vehicle was immense. Eyes watering he squinted and from his vantage point he saw that the vehicle was some sort of army gunship. The flaming husk of the chopper was still fairly intact and the blades still spinning, well that is until one of the infected got to close and they were promptly diced in two, Covering his mouth and squinting he tried to see if anyone was in the downed chopper. Johnny looked around and saw several other survivors looking at the helicopter, one or two had rifles scoped on the chopper's doors. Johnny bit his lip and waited.

(hows that for an opening post!?)

Singing Gremlin:
OOC: I didn't see you leave it, so I guess so. And in answer to someone else's question, I think the zombies are all outside in this case? Hence why they were safe enough to do medical exams in the front lobby area.

Well, since the only reason my guy is stuck in a store is because of all the zombies outside, let's just say that your part of the mall is safe and secure. They must have gotten into the other parts somehow >.>

Rabid Toilet:

Singing Gremlin:
OOC: I didn't see you leave it, so I guess so. And in answer to someone else's question, I think the zombies are all outside in this case? Hence why they were safe enough to do medical exams in the front lobby area.

Well, since the only reason my guy is stuck in a store is because of all the zombies outside, let's just say that your part of the mall is safe and secure. They must have gotten into the other parts somehow >.>

OCC- which generally means stay away from secluded parts of the mall, if you must go there make sure you don't die.

Pie:

OCC- which generally means stay away from secluded parts of the mall, if you must go there make sure you don't die.

I'll keep that in mind once I'm out of this damned store.

Oh, and Gremlin, if you want to rescue me, go ahead. Otherwise, my guy'll run out of food and try to fight his way through the zombies. I'm in the Wonderland Plaza if it matters, since I'm trying to go strictly off the Dead Rising map.

Editted for clarity.

Rabid Toilet:

Pie:

OCC- which generally means stay away from secluded parts of the mall, if you must go there make sure you don't die.

I'll keep that in mind once I'm out of this damned store.

At Gremlin, if you want to rescue me, go ahead. Otherwise, my guy'll run out of food and try to fight his way through the zombies. I'm in the Wonderland Plaza if it matters, since I'm trying to go strictly off the Dead Rising map.

Whoops, i didn't know there was a map. I just assumed there would be a grocery store...
I'd save you, but that's not my thing... My Bio pretty much suggests im a pacifist, Except i carry a knife...
I won't be saving you, whoops. :P

Pie:

Whoops, i didn't know there was a map. I just assumed there would be a grocery store...
I'd save you, but that's not my thing... My Bio pretty much suggests im a pacifist, Except i carry a knife...
I won't be saving you, whoops. :P

Yeah, the map is linked in Galt's first post on the front page. Also, I was actually referring to Gremlin to come and save me, since he said he might in an earlier post.