"Takes van across town to a gunshop, survivor is trying to break in. I step out of my van and point my trusty 1911 at him, and put my hand on the handle of my trusty sword. "Halt!" I yell."
"The man turns around, currently holding just his bat, he is at my mercy."
"Brother, what's your name" I ask.

*Sees Dick in the van*
I'm Bill, Bill Miller, what are you doing here?

"My name, is Dick. Dick Finger. I was taking a ride around town. Looking for survivors, looks like I've found one at last. *lowers gun, loosens grip on katana.*
"Nice to meet you. *holsters gun, extends hand.*"
Cue smiley.

*I look through my scope. A guy is trying to get into the gun shop*
Of course, there's going to be a lot of guns. Cause no one though of going there.
*A ban comes and stops next to the guy*
A ban, seriously?! You want to bring all the zombies?
*The guy points his gun and...oh wait, no, they are making friends*
I could go there and be friendly, more people the bett.....NO! I have only three days more, just three days, and then Im "rescued"....Well, maybe I...

*Dick sees a glint of light in the corner of his eye, the telltale signs of a sniper. He pulls his new comrade behind his creepy-ass truck and takes out his handheld mirror. He properly aligns his mirror towards the sun and starts flashing in morse code. If the sniper turns out to be hostile, they've got nearly no chance. The message is simple it goes.

NOT HOSTILE
NOT HOSTILE
NO SHOOT

"Come on you son of a bitch we can't be making enemies at time like this."

*Dick hears a terrible moaning in the distance.

It could only mean one thing. A herd.

*I see the message*
You need to learn grammar.
*I do have a clear shot though, easy, right through the window*
Should I stay, or should I go.
*I could also shoot the gas opening ((whatever its called)). Make a big explosion.*
That would be awesome, but it would alert the zombies.
*I decide to let them be, I don't want to make enemies right when Im going to be rescued*
Well, maybe they could help in the community....Why the hell am I talking to myself?
*I grab a lazer sight, and use morse code*
GET IN BUILDING
FLOOR 9
ROOM 24

Dick notices the laser flashing. He grabs his new friend and runs to the specified building. Careful to sneak past the ghouls.

*goes with Dick to the building*
Ah, damn it, forget about the gun shop, doesn't matter, it must be empty now

*I see them entering the building. I step away from my sniper post, grab my handgun and wait for them near the door*
I hope theres more than three spaces on the helicopter, because Im sure they'll want to come too.
*I hear footsteps, they are on the floor. It seems they can't find me*
Can't blame you, the room numbers have already faded.
*I open the door slightly, just enough so they can see me, and whisper*
Hey, you. In here.

MEANWHILE IN NARNIA THE MIDDLE OF TOWN...

I've completed my light, flashing grey-ey-brown-ey-yellow-ey-red-y color( )
just have to hook it up....

FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER(Posts can take place during those 15.)

Done.. Now, To Look.

(Note: Has Read The SCP Foundation site, AKA this is real life.)

At least it isn't SCP-008... god that was a creepy article.
and oh gawd, SCP-096
and the fan art :(

(shakes head quickly, i.e. getting in focus.)

Gets idea: A Shader, I.E. like ( S ) for superheroes, with a message.

( TO ANY SURVIVORS GET IN THE BUILDING THIS SOURCE OF LIGHT IS FROM FOR ANOTHER SURVIVOR )

And I wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Waiting waiting is hard, but we're almost there. we're almost there. HUH HUH, UNDERHELL MOD JOKE