open Zombie Survival RP

[FullMetalDash 194]

@Skyheart

"Don't worry" Dust aims her rifle at the flyer,shoots and misses. Attracted by the noice,the flyer dashes towards Spirit and Dust. Dust takes her axe. But suddenly,the flier dashes towards Spirit and lands on him,immediatly started biting him. Dust just stares...speechless:"UMM....GUYS?! WE GOT A PROBLEM"

[Syannax the Changeling 101]

I look over and fly over to the group then drop off the new pony that joined and then i take off with my front hooves extended and knocked the flier down off spirit and starts to pound the hell out of it, mainly aiming for the head of it with the damaged metal i have on to kill it. "Check... On... Spirit!" I say in between pants from speed of the flight to the flier.

Edited March 14, 2014 by WarFluttershy

[SkyHeart 102]

Thunder swung through the air, tackling the flier. He, the monster, and Spirit all tumbled across the ground. The stink was unbearable.

 

He smashed his hooves into the meatbag's skull, flattening it and splattering gray matter.

 

He panted. "Spirit" he heaved "you... okay?"

((Whoops sorry warfluttershy, you ninja posted on me! XD lol ))

 

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[Syannax the Changeling 101]

((lol i am fast  oh and check the detail page.))

 

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Edited March 14, 2014 by WarFluttershy

[FullMetalDash 194]

Dust wipes the gray matter off her face and then pulls Spirit in her hoofs."Come on...come on

 

." Dust starts shaking her:"COME ON KID"..... Dust lays her down on the ground,takes her axe and smashes her head in with it and walks further:"Take her bow....no turning...not a filly"

[Syannax the Changeling 101]

After dropping off the unicorn with the rest of the group i walk over and look at spirit. "we should also take the necklace... it will help us for who are sleepy during guard duty." I note "but only if you guys wish to take it. We can come back and set spirit in a grave when we can. We should take the filly to the house as a safe guard from other zomponies to feed off of her." I look at dust and thunder for a response hearing the other ponies walking over and seeing the scene

Edited March 14, 2014 by WarFluttershy

[Skullbuster 1,906]

the group of zombies that were around the burning house had completely dispersed, although there a few more zombies in the neighborhood, the house was now a burning pile of embers

 

the groups house was now empty, no pony was in it, the Bolt Action Rifle was out of ammo, it would need to be reloaded manually

[SkyHeart 102]

Thunder nodded.

 

"Spirit deserves a good burial. She was a wonderful filly... with so much life." He nuzzled the filly's mane.

 

"I will carry her" he hefted the tiny body onto his back. He nodded at Warfluttershy.

 

"Thank you"' he said "you did your best" then he lifted into the air again.

[Syannax the Changeling 101]

I nod towards thunder "i did my best..." I look at the rest of the group. "We should get going to the department store... and hopefully we can get things started to guard it there." I say to them "Me and thunder will keep an eye out from the sky and watch for any more fliers"

[FullMetalDash 194]

Dust walks through house after house finding nothing except some dead ponies."Guys,are we sure something's there? Oh and sorry for ky non emotions for the kid. I am not good with dead and feeling for people i just met." Dust looks at her axe:"sigh you are my only defense"

[FractalMoon 378]

I spot a pony (FractaLuna) running to the door of the house that we just left and i swoop down. You see a yellow coated with a light pink mane mare, with damaged armor of the Royal Guard, land beside you and say "Hop on me" referring to get on so i can take you to safety.

((occ: i tried to get glorious's name to work but it isn't...))

I turn, "Oh, thank you so much, I thought I was wrong about someone else being alive here..." I climb on with an appreciative smile, "If you know somewhere safe I'm not going to stop you from taking me there.Is anypony else alive with you?"

(Should I be writing from first or third person? And are we allowed to metagame or do we have to stay in character?)

[Syannax the Changeling 101]

"Yeah. I'm dropping you off with the rest of the group." I take you to where the group is at right now as we pretty much have our belongings with us we are moving to the department store for supplies and take it over as new base. (In character, and your personal choice of first or third view, )

[Sekhayet 253]

Broken faintly hears the crack of a firearm and pauses on his walk down the hallway. His ears twitch around in an effort to divine the direction of the weapon's discharge. He ultimately fails- inside an apartment building direction is almost impossible to discern.

 

He is standing in front of a door, behind which, he can hear movement. It is too irregular to be a pony and his spirits drop a bit. He is tired of running into corpses. He shakes his head and leaves the door closed- no need to enter a place that will endanger him. With the firearm discharge, he has confirmation of other life in the town. Who ever it is that owns the firearm may not be friendly, but having numbers will be safer than being alone even if he must trail whoever it is from the shadows.

 

The corpses in the parking lot have cleared out as the day progressed. Broken is free to explore the city and find other ponies in this disastrous world.

 

(Thanks, )

Edited March 14, 2014 by Sekhayet

[Syannax the Changeling 101]

((Ooc: The parking lot should be mostly empty now, based on time of day, skull earlier had said that the large hoard that was in front of the house fire was mostly dispersed an hidden from the sun. So the number in the parking lot shoukd of dimminished as well))

 

((Hey no problemo, i keep up on updates ))

Edited March 14, 2014 by WarFluttershy

[FractalMoon 378]

"Yeah. I'm dropping you off with the rest of the group." I take you to where the group is at right now as we pretty much have our belongings with us we are moving to the department store for supplies and take it over as new base. (In character, and your personal choice of first or third view, )

(I'll go with third person then, I feel like I write better like that)

Frozen Reverie nods, "Thank you. I don't know if you need a unicorn but if you do I can help you with any magic related problems you might have. Do you have any idea what happened to cause this?"

[Skullbuster 1,906]

@@Arial Flame, 

 

you are in the same apartments as @, is in, although you're in a different room than he is, beside you is a Police Revolver and 13 pistol bullets, you picked them off a dead officer you found earlier, the rooms around you probably have zombies in them and you know theres zombies outside

[Arial Flame 28]

I turn to the revolver, pick it up, put six bullets in it and put the rest in my pocket. "I hope this lasts me the week" I say with a fearful look on my face. I walk over to a hole in the wall and look through it. I spot a couple zombie eating a bright yellow pony. I look away as soon as I see it. "Oh my Celestia..." I walk over to a corner in the room and sit down, looking at a map I made of the neighborhood.

I get up to walk over to another hole i made but i trip over a box and shoot my revolver. "Oh crud..." I quickly run back and aim my weapon at the door for any zombies that might have heard the shot.

 

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Edited March 15, 2014 by Arial Flame

[Sekhayet 253]

Broken looks back up at the apartment building that served him as a shelter for the first week of his new life in this world. He is about to turn around when he detects movement through a hole in the wall. For a moment, it seemed as if somepony was searching around for something. No corpse he has seen has done anything like that before. He weighs the risks of delaying his departure further but takes the risk of going back inside the building to search, perhaps in vain, for somepony else in this nightmare.

 

His magically twisted senses quickly pinpoint the location of the hole from the inside of the house. If his estimate is correct and spatial visualization accurate then whoever it was was four floors up and three rooms left from the main staircase of the building, facing the parking lot.

 

He makes an effort to move quietly through the creaky building. His excitement hampers his attempts and he can't help making sparse bangs and thumps as he climbs the apartment stairs and reaches the fourth floor. His wings once again protect his back and sides though if he does not stop using them to maintain balance, he will have to shut them off until he can find a suitable magical power source to refill their emergency reserves. He knows that the chances of truly restoring his wings are slim at best- the techmaturgical level of this world seems to be far inferior to the Diarchy's.

 

He eventually reaches the room that he projected as the location of the survivor. He hopes he is not alone. He raises his hoof to knock on the door but before he can connect, he hears a gunshot from within the room.

 

A seconds worth of deliberation later, he rotates a wing for the last time before it shuts down. He places it before him as a shield and bucks down the door before charging in, ready for what might occur.

 

((OOC: @Arial Flame K. Edited my stuff.))

Edited March 15, 2014 by Sekhayet

[Arial Flame 28]

I walk to the door and open it up cautiously expecting there to be a zombie there. As soon as i see the unknown pony I run to a corner in the room and aim my gun at the pony. "Who are you? what do you want?"

 

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[Sekhayet 253]

Broken abruptly breaks his charge and stops in the center of the room. He quickly hides his expression behind the indoctrinated mask of a warpony.

 

"A foal. How interesting..." Broken ignores the youngling's query for a moment and scans the room for threats. Trusting his remaining mobile wing to protect his back, he turns around and closes the door before addressing the foal.

 

"I am Broken. I mean you no harm, child..."

[Arial Flame 28]

I stop aiming my weapon at the mysterious pony. "why are you here? What do you want? you can have my gun!" I slide my weapon towards you. "Are you gonna take all my food?" I try to stay as far away from you as I can because Im still not sure if you're a threat or not. I stare at the pony.

[Sekhayet 253]

Broken tilts his head a fraction and considers the unknown foal's actions. They seem consistent with the psychological facts crammed into his head by the Diarchy for handling traumatized foals after terrorist rebellions. At least the ponies of this world had the same reactions and thought patterns.

 

"No." Broken puts a hoof on the pistol and slides it back to the foal. His warpony mask slips for a moment and he frowns, "I would never take advantage of a foal. Keep your food and your weapon, child."

[Arial Flame 28]

I grab the weapon and put my bookbag filled with a tiny amount of food and some bandaids on. I slowly walk towards the pony until i get around 3 feet away. I look up. "Whats your name? My name is Arial Flame. I'm used to living in dumps like this... Before all this happened I was living on the streets."

[Sekhayet 253]

Broken looks down and repeats his monotone answer, "I am Broken. It pains me to hear of something like that, little Flame... were there not Ministries before... this..." he stops to look around with distaste, "this... disaster... happened?"

 

Broken Physicality's ears twitch at a faint sound from beyond the door. He slowly turns to position as much of his metal wings toward the door as possible and shoots a harsh look at Flame.

[Arial Flame 28]

Broken looks down and repeats his monotone answer, "I am Broken. It pains me to hear of something like that, little Flame... were there not Ministries before... this..." he stops to look around with distaste, "this... disaster... happened?"

 

Broken Physicality's ears twitch at a faint sound from beyond the door. He slowly turns to position as much of his metal wings toward the door as possible and shoots a harsh look at Flame.

I stare curiously at Broken, wondering what hes thinking right now. I cant help but trust such a nice pony. "whats wrong? do you hear something? A zombie?" I wonder what it could be. Maybe he has friends or maybe its just another zombie.

 

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