StReEtS rOlEpLaY discussion

((RP here! ^-^))

"What IS that?!"
"Just get down Celia!"
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
"I-I'm scared...."
"Shh Celia, shhh..."
boom...boom...
the shaking flashluight began to steady itself on a young man leaning against a door, breathing heavily. and then the dead silence was broken by a scream:
"TYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Tyson George Ceman bolted out of bed, reaching for his gun and cocking it. He did all of this before realizing it had just been another one of his nightmares. ever since the night they had taken Celia he hadn't gotten a decent nights rest.

Amy heard panting in a room of the abandoned hotel. She loaded her two hand guns and kicked down the door. She aimed at Tyson with fire in her eyes. "Are you infected!?!" She demanded with her still childish voice.

Tyson had swung his shotgun right at Amy.
"If I was, I'd have killed you already." Tyson snarled.

Amy put down one gun in surrender. "Easy there tiger. No need to get cold." She exclaimed, her ears keen to the hallway.

"Yeah whatever.' Tyson snapped, reluctantly letting the gun drop to his side.

Amy smirked. "How long has this place been safe?" She asked, dropping her other gun. The area below her eyes were dark purple from lack of sleep.

"almost two days." Tyson answered. "So I was planning on getting a move on before they caught up."

Amy nodded quickly. "Yeah... Can I hang with you? Kinda hard to be on your own..." She rubbed her arm and looked down.

Tyson sighed, scratched his head, and finally said: "Ok, fine. It'll be nice for someone to cover me for once... You know how to use those I presume?" he added, motioning at her guns.

Amy smiled. "Yeah... My da-" She stopped herself, feeling a lump in her throat form.

"Taught you how.' Tyson finished bitterly. "C'mon kid, let's go."

Amy glared at him. She got out her two hand guns and muttered, "Name's Amy..."

"Tyson." he said over his shoulder, already out the door.

Amy grunted as she followed Tyson. She was remembering a few days ago and her face was covered in horror and sorrow.

((ok, is this zombie attack kinda like 'I am Legand' when the Zombies can't walk in the sunlight?))

((I was thinking more or Resident Evil 5 zombies... You know, if they bite you(and not succeed to kill you) you become 'infected'. After like 3 days you become an infected zombie with bugs crawling out of your mouth....... Yeah...))

((whoa intense. i've never hear of that before, so I'm gonna need a bit of help...))

((it's fine. they still limp and growl...))

((lol! so can these zombies come out in the daylight?))

((yup! in Resident Evil, you fight them all in the hot sunlight of the African desert.... }:D))

((so Tyson and Amy are about to kick some zombie butt?))

((totally.... }:D))

Amy heard a noise down the hall. "Get ready." She whispered. She heard the shuffling of about six pairs of feet.

Tyson gulped, shouldering his shot gun and making sure his hand guns were loaded and easy to pull out of his belt.

Amy made sure her guns were loaded. She had a backpack filled with ammo, food, and a first aid kit. She gripped the guns, waiting for the zombies to come. She took a shaky breath.

Tyson began to take slow steady steps toward the excit, tugging Amy along with hi. they stood back to back, flinching at any loud sound.

Amy's breathing was short and crisp. She dared not make any movement or sound. She wondered if anyone other than her and Tyson weren't infected.

Where to go, where to go?! Tyson screamed in his head nervously he reached out towards the exit slowly, his hand rtembling slightly before opening it with a click.

Amy tensed. "Tyson... They heard you!" She hissed as the zombies walked towards them, quicker than what she thought their speed would be. She pushed the thought that they were people away and shot the zombies.

Tyson shot his own gun until it was out of bullets. this had slown the zombies down a little but not enough."should we run?" he asked, unsure if Amy was fast enough. Normally he always got out of trouble, ran for it as soon as he could.. but with Amy on hand....

"Yeah... Oh my Gosh, are those bugs coming out of their mouths!?!" Amy gasped as parasites crawled out of the zombies mouths. "Run..." She said, her eyes wide in fear.

((could you please not use the 'G' word in this group?))

((sorry, i'll edit it.))

((thanks!))
Tyson opened the door and xshoved Amy out of it first before diving out and slamming the door behind him. Amy was already on her feet and running and Tyson quickly caught up.

They were in New York so Amy ran as fast as she could to a small corner store. It would be small so zombies could easily be spotted, filled with supplies and maybe even have a bed.

Tyson was glad when they ducked into the store when he didn't hear any zombies trod past.
"tHey're getting slower." he whispered.

Amy nodded. "There must be a million of them..." She panted, guns at the ready.

Tyson nodded stiffly, nervously fidgiting.

"Want some food?" Amy asked.

Tyson shrugged and reluctantly let his gun settle back into its container.

Amy slipped off her backpack. "Alright... Do you want trail mix, some candy... More trail mix?" She asked as she rummaged through her backpack. She took out her lighter. "This, is good." She joked.

Tyson gave a low chuckle. "I'l have a littel tail mix."

Amy laughed and gave him the trail mix. She got a candy bar and ate it.

Tyson thoughtfully tossed a few peantuts into his mouth.

Amy ate her candy bar slowly. After she finished she said, "I was forced to kill my father..." A lump in her throat formed but she had to get that statement off her chest.

Tyson cocked an eye brow.
"I'm sorry."he finally said.

Amy started to softly cry. "I had to... Before he hurt me... He got infected."

"How old are you kid?" Tyson asked after a long silence.

"Fourteen..." She replied.

"You're strong for a 14 year old." he said. "It had to be done."