OCC: ok, I said it because of the information on that web you linked about the zombies.

I follow them up the stairs, but before I take time to splash a little fuel on everything in that floor. A single spark becomes an inferno behind us.

They look at me with a face that says ' are you crazy?'

"Oh, yes. It is just a little precaution, in case the corpses try to come after us. The fire doesn't kill them, but leaves their muscled charred. Nothing should be able to go throught there."

"Did you 'clean' the upper floors before setting in this place, by the way? "

As we run, the guy starts setting the place on fire. Good thinking, I would have done the same, except I have no fuel.

He says "Did you "clean" the upper floor before setting in this place, by the way?"

I grin at him, and I ready my pistol.

OOC: Sites only to show you how the zombies look.

Lusor sets the place in fire, never though of that

"Smart decision, Rotten and Burned Zombie Meat for dinner!"

I take my M1911 and load it.

"Isn't there any zombies up there?"

I ready the Shotgun and my metallic bar and follow them inside the next floor, waiting for any sing of an attack.

Who knows what could be in those places after all. And we had no time to lose.

"Ok we are closer, closer!"

We keep running but i speed up to reach first the top of the building

"Ok...uff...I'm tired boy! We finally reached the heli!"

I look down the stairs. The place in on fire, good, that will destroy the floors, making it impossible for them to pass. I stay behind, I want to make sure that the floor desintegrates. I see the wood splinter, break, and....oh shit. Below the wood, theres cement. Who the hell does that? Shit, shit, shit! That means not only we have to worry about burning, but we have burning zombies as well. Unlike what everyone thinks, burning zombies is a bad thing, it takes hours, or even days, for them to decompose completely, and getting attacked by a zombie on flames isn't nice.

*I hear up top* "Who the hell are ya?"

Well, it seems like Dave is the one to rescue us. I should get up there, he doesn't know those guys, and he is trigger happy sometimes. I run up top, and reach the roof.

"Sup Dave?"

*He looks at me* "Hey, long-time no see. Did you forget we were rescuing you? You tend to be in the evacuation point before us"

"I ran out of bacon, and I panicked"

*He rolls his eyes* "You will never change, will ya? Tell me, who are these people?"

"Some random people. They could be helpful in the colony"

I scream is heard, I look around. (place destructoids character name here) is nowhere here. I look down the stairs. He is being eaten, and burned at the same time. There is no saving him. I get in the helicopter and tell the other guys to do so.

"Can we leave now? I'll tip you"

*Dave smiles* "You have any bacon left?"

"Would you accept my soul instead"

*He chuckles* "There is not much left of it"

As he says that we are lifted into the air. He tends to leave the motor on when he picks up someone. A lot of people believe thats stupid, why waste gas? Mostly ow, when we have to scavenge every drop? Well, its better to waste some gas, than get the helicopter filled with the undead, and it has happened before.

*Dave looks behind at us* "Next stop, ((insert name of the community here, still have to come up with one))

OCC: Ok, as you can see I killed, in a cheap way,Destructoids character. This is just because he said that he doesn't want to continue, and because he gave me permission.

OCC: What if the name of the community is "Blue Lake"??


We keep running upstairs,i see that there's cement down the burning wood, that worries me

"Damn, more special zombies, BURNING ZOMBIES!"

We reach the top, there's a guy named Dave who's going to rescue us

"You will never change, will ya? Tell me, who are these people?"
"Some random people. They could be helpful in the colony"

"My name is Bill, and this guy is Lusor, wait a second where's Dick?"

I hear a scream, it was Dick being eaten and burned at the same time by zombies

"Ouch, bad luck pal, now let's get going to somewhere else!"

We fly. We fly over hell. Every city, every town, every place in which a time ago people lived, are filled with the undead. We keep passing destroyed cities, until we just see empty land, with a few zombies walking around. After a while, we pass water.

*Dave*((Im going to use that < to say who is speaking)) "Oh I forgot to tell you Isaac..."

I cut him off "You didn't do anything to my 4x4, did you?"

*He gets nervous* "What!? No, no, I didn't.....What I mean, is that they destroyed the bridge connecting the ((insert name of community)) and the main land"

"What? Why?"

*Dave* "Well, we were having trouble with both, zombies and bandits. We decided it wasn't worth the risk, since we can use the five ships we have and the helicopters"

"...you just made my 4x4 become useless"

*He laughs nervously, and murmurs* "Not like it works anyways"

"Whats that?!"

*Dave* "Nothing....errrr. OH! Here we are! Welcome to ((insert community name))"

We descend into the island, one of the last places in which humans can survive and thrive.

I am not calm.

The conversation with the conversation between the snipper and the pilot keeps going, and I can't quite forget the feeling that many of his words left in me. It sounded as lies to me.

Then again, I could feel myself fearing the colony. Fearing normalcy. Being a cog more in a great machine didn't seem as attactive or beautiful as they were months ago, being a subordinate to anyone, obeying orders did seem so stupid in this broken world.

And that community was that, orders, order, social structure, politics, subordination.

I was so happy living under them once, but now...

"Hey Isaac." I call to him. "Thank's you and you friend for the lift! But what are we exactly gonna do there?"

I turn to Lusor. He seems....uneasy, maybe. It isn't shown much, but after a while to learn to read people. Might have been the attack, but he must be used to them right now, no, its not that. He doesn't trust us. He seems ready to bolt at any signal of alarm. Well, he won't be able to do much damage one we are in there.

"Well, we need a few shooting dummies"

Well, I wasn't expecting his reaction. It seems that caught him by surprise, he though I was serious. If this keeps going on, he will pose some trouble...hmmmm...I will have to have a talk to someone about him.

"Relax, I'm kidding. You will be assigned a job depending of what you can do. Doctor, scientist, cook, etc.... I hope you know some medicine, we need more doctors in there"

He is still nervous, kinda. I don't want to have to do anything, but trouble makes are the last things we need.