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OOC: YEP!

Name: Lusor
Last Name: None (He stopped caring about his)
Past Job: Naval Propulsion Student
Expert In: Mechanical knowledge, improvised sword-like weaponry (metal bars, tree branches,...), running and dodging.
Weapon:Sturdy and long metallic bar(with sharpened point), Shotgun, camping-gas turned into weak flametrower(nearly empty), normal knife.
Physical Appearance: 1.80m, sligthly muscled arms, lean and very strong legs.
Location: small bassement of a destroyed house
Supplies: Food for 3 days, water for 2 weeks, full motorist gear, 4 MtG Decks, a small backpack, 30 cartridges for the shotgun, 5 sticks of dynamite, and a smal first aid-kit. 10 liters of gas-oil,



A friend and me used to play with sticks when we were younger, using them like swords. It was a stupid game, and sometimes a painful game, but we loved doing that. We never stopped with that stupid game even as we grew up.

And that why I am still alive.

Being a former athlete helped, because the dead are slow, but running does not work when they are already everywhere. Fortunately for me, a metal rod to the head does work well enough. I had always thought that the human head was stronger than that, the result were... messy, and scared the shit out of me. Ah... those days, the begining of the end... so full of panic, confusion and fear. So full of DEATH.

Now... each day hurts and it is full of trials, every day I think I'm going to die.

It's not so bad. realy. Food is no easy to get but since zombies don't seem to eat anything that its not alive finding cans its easy if you know were to look, I have still enough water for weeks and knwoledge of where I can get more, and my place is hiden by the ruins.

Just by trying to stay alive, I feel like i'm accomplishing more than in the rest of my life.

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I'm bored.

With nothing to do in my place, and not having found any book on the last days I have too much free time in my hands. A quick glance around me reveals that my supplies of food are near the end, so I decide to go out in search of more, even while I could have waited two more days. Knowing a place near with some canned goods hidden inside I decide to put the leathery motorist jumpsuit, to serve as protection from bites and take my bag with the metallic bar and the shotgun. At last I take one of my MTG decks as a good luck charm an put it on the bag.

Opening the door and moving the junk I have to hide it from outside, I walk into the streets again. This should keep me busy for a while.

"Now... where was that store?"

*I see the zombies. They appear to just be wandering, they haven´t seen anyone. Except the berseker, that fucker is looking for someone, Im still waiting for him to sniff the air as if he were a dog, of course he doesn't do that.*
You motherfucker *I murmur* Can't leave me alone can you?
*I see a guy coming from a house, he is just walking as if this was a normal day. He doesn't see the zombies (they are behind the corner) and they don't see him. Expect for the berseker, that dammed berseker. I don´t whats with them, but they seem to know where you are, might be hearing or something, doesn't matter, if that guy doesn't hide, he is fucked.*
*Im not helping him, sadly for him, it will do not good to give away my position, and I already have new "friends".*
*Hmmmm, he might be a good distraction, that...what is it?...oh, that shotgun, will surely cause some noise*
*I look at the other two guys*
Now *I murmur* be quiet and don't move. We are close to the zombies, and soon there is going to be a distraction, which will make life easier.

As I turn the corner of the street, I have to turn my walkig into a sprint, zigzaging between the corpses, too slow to catch me. but something is not right, my ears start pounding because of adrenaline as I see IT coming for me, looking straight at me.

And laughing.

"Shit" I mutter "That's one of the crazy corpses!"

Behind the ranks of the normal dead there is a abomination of malice moving towards me. I fear it, for it is stronger and faster than me.

If it catched me, being bited would seem like a mercy, I have seen what those things could do to their victims. It was sickening even for someone who lives in the middle of the end of the world. Its smiling face doesn't stop from looking at me.

I am afraid.

Fear gives me strength, the desire to survive moves my legs faster. I could not hide from the twisted being, nor could I outrun it.

So I ran towards it, using the metallic pole as a makeshift lance as I charged. IT was faster than any human and stringer, its head jerked constantly prventing me from having a clear strike. Fucking clever for something whose brain is rotten.

He was so close that I could smell its rotten body.

"Now or never!"

I threw myself to the ground, trying sliding between its legs while thusting the metal towards its knee.

Dead meat met metal and it lost. Metal met bone, and bone shattered. Now without support, its speed became a problem for the corpse, meeting the ground headfirst and leaving a red trail as it moved with the residual speed.

ITs laugh, though muffled by the ground, didn't stop. It was still moving.

I jumped up an ran to the fallen abomination, gunshot in hand, and dislodged the metal pole from the flesh of the being. Knowing that I only have seconds before the thing was up again I point the shotgun to its head.

OOC: Ooops, forgot to mention where Im taking most of these zombie types from http://www.thezombiehunters.com/zombies.php
You might want to edit your post a little to make the berseker be more "bersekery"?


Also, if you want you can add new zombies from movies/games/books etc... Just tell me about them, a description also, and I might consider it.
Also, crawlers are the "normal" zombies, there will not be "fast" zombies, unless a class of "specials". "specials" tend to be, not uncommon, but they don't always appear.

ALSO, no super muscled zombies such as chargers or tanks (no witches either).

All zombies can be killed with a headshot.

OOC:edited. It is better now?

OOC: Perfect

I hope that guy has good weapons, this bow is getting kinda old
*I hear some shots*
That guy there wants to attract some zombies?

I fire the shotgun twice. One to the origin of the fear that coursed through my body, and another one to the corpses that I was sure were trying to sneack by my back. The laughing one was silenced finally, and while the shotgun hadn't taken the head of the ones that had, indeed, tryed to grab my defenseless back, they stumbled backwards for a second, giving me time to change back to the metallic bar, and face them.

Dumb corpses were predictable, one of the few predictable things in life that are left. I rather like that.

What I don't like are their numbers. And those were getting bigger by seconds, probably attracted to the noise of my own shots. Just great.

I run between them and my weapon flies from head to head, not always with enough strength to kill, but always enough to make them fall. They don't catch me.

They crawl, I RUN.

Smashing open a window I jump inside the nearest building whose doors and windows I could see still closed. A second after I close the blinds.

Just in case.