Zombie Outbreak

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You must be watching TV, listening to the radio, or doing something that will allow you do view/hear an announcement.


Trey was sitting on his couch, watching TV, and eating chips. His phone rang, and he stood up to go answer it. He grabbed it, answering, "What?" ... "Dude, calm down, what are you talking about?" ... "Alright, alright, I'm changing it."

He grabbed the remote, and changed the channel to the local news, where the anchorman was saying, "In other news, in the nearby city of Regila, sickly looking people have turned cannibal. It seems as though the virus is a modified rabies, and has been afflicting their minds to want to feed. More on this at eleven."

"Dude."

Current time: 5 o'clock.

Henry was listening to a radio as he bashed away at nails, driving them into necessary locations. He stood, rolling his shoulders, which emitted a series of loud pops as he did so. He bent over again, whacking away again before he heard the droning voice that preceded a special announcement. He stopped for a moment, glaring at the radio, considering whether or not to smash it with his hammer. "In other news, in the nearby city of Regila, sickly looking people have turned cannibal. It seems as though the virus is a modified rabies, and has been afflicting their minds to want to feed. More on this at eleven." Came through in that monotonous, uncaring voice before he knocked the radio off of the scaffolding. "Maybe I should've kept that to listen to..." He shrugs, standing up, and proceeding to make his way to the bottom. He looked at the scrambled bits of the radio as he passed chuckling to himself. He clocked out of the work, putting his tools in the back of his car before he left, taking a quick shower at home before going to the bar, where the news were on at the moment instead of the news. It said much the same thing, to Henry's annoyance.

Sweat poured from Samuels brow "Eight" he groaned "Nine" the bar rose and fell a few more times before Sam put the weights back on the rack, he groaned as he forced himself to his feet... "yeah baby" sam said as he looked at his ripped delts in the mirror.
He pulled out his earphones and glanced in the mirrior again, he winked and then made his way toward the large glass doors of the gym, as he passed the front desk he heard the usual monotone voice of the news lady mention somthing about an outbreak in Regila, he leaned a little closer,
the look of shock spread slowly accross sam's face as he listened further
"fuuuuck sounds like zombies" he barked with laughter
"see tommorow danny" a tall muscular man looked up from the computer screen he was working on "yeah see ya shorty" he said jokingly,
sam smiled and then stepped out into the cool morning air, the moment he was out of the view of danny his mood turned stormy, he liked the muscular gym owner but remarks about his height really got under his skin
he walked towards his car



(i realise i didn't go into too much detail about the outbreak but sam is skeptical and quite self centered only reason he is a cop is because he wants the glory and the challenge)(Veldrin: added the [/ B])

It was a day like any other, as Brookes was outside his apartment. Parking lot, working on his motorcycle. While listening to the radio, rock n roll station. "And here is a another classic for all you rock n roll lovers! Whitesnake here I go again!" The man one the radio annouced. As the song begin to play. "Oh yeah! Whitesnake!" Bryan said to himself, happy. Brookes was working on his chooper, it seemed something wasn't working right. He continued to work on it, with his tool box. "We interupt this program to bring you a important report!"Another man interputed, on the radio cutting the song off. "All come on!" Bryan said.
"It would seem, there is a deadly virus" The radio get's cut off by Bryan. As he interupts it, with the loud noise of the chooper now working. The chooper was nearly loud enough for everyone to hear in the area.
Bryan cuts the radio off. And continues to test his chooper.

Kyle sat on his couch and popped a few pills. and flipped through the channels. "the big game's gonna be on soon" he thought. he sat around, and messed with a knife waiting. then a newscast came on. "interupting this program but we have an urgent anouncement. the game will be delayed due to the missingness of a few players on both teams. it seems they disappeared in the city of Regila, where cannibal reports have been made. we advise you to be on the lookout for anything suspicous. the city is nearby, so these rabid people could arrive soon."

"shit, there goes my day. the game was gonna be on too. i think ill hit up the bar and see what other people think about it. maybe ill get lucky too." he chuckled to himself as he walked out the door, being sure to bring some pills and his pistol with him.

ooc: is that okay? first post. sorry.

OOC: im guessing. I mean, Trey ordered me to have a pistol

Karrin stood up, straightening her back, and walked toward the door. "I don't have a car, so hope you don't mind walking there." she said opening the door for both of them. "Just no talking about the movies, that shit freaks me out." Karrin warned him.

Bryan got on his chooper and decided to take it for a test ride. He didn't put a helmit on. Didn't even have one, for that matter. He started to ride the chooper, out of the apartment parking lot. Now, riding around town just testing his chooper. Knowing that his chooper now works perfect. He turns around, and comes back to the apartment parking lot. Min. Later, he is now back at the apartment parking lot. And cuts his chooper off., and gets off. "Works fine to me." He said to himself, and starts walking up stairs to his room.

Bryan open the door to his apartment. And closed it, he was in the mood for a beer. He went in the kitchen and opened the fridge. He saw there was nothing to drink, just food. "Ahh..." He slammed th fridge and thought he would go to the near by bar. Perhaps get a beer, and talk to the bartender About his chooper. So Bryan left his apartment closing the door, running down the stairs. And cranked up his chooper. And riding to the nearby bar.
Finaly, arriving at the bar 15 mins later. He stops his chooper infront of the bar. And cuts his chooper off. And then gets off, and walks in the bar. The bar door, closing behind him. He looks around, and see's afew people in the bar. "I guess these people must have a beer thirst too" He thought to himself. Walking to the bar and then sitting down. "Hey bar guy. Give me a beer, and cold one too. Will ya?" He said, looking around.

ooc: way to ignore me flex. lol. can we decide what generic people say to us?

Bryan ignored what he was hearing across the bar. "Heres your beer" The bartender said, giving Bryan his beer in a cold\ glass bottle. Bryan toke it, it was already open. He drinked it, and then laid it on the counter. He started to pay attention to the T.V. while cotinuing to drink his beer.