Bar Jack

Bar Jack, the only bar in town where its open from 8 AM and closes at 5 AM, alcohol only served at noon, but otherwise it was place for the college kids and old drunks alike to entertain themselves to a nice cold beverage or some piping hot delicious food. They were sponsored by the Clocktower Committee, so tourists also came by often. Giana had been working there for three years now, and she was a favorite among patrons for being sweet, courteous and friendly. Still, some knew not to mess with her, for she'd let you know it.

She was wiping down counters with a rag, humming to herself as the number of morning customers were generally very low. Besides her, there was the owner, John 'Jack' Black, an older gentleman who also acted as the bodyguard when things got rough, and a few college girls who were setting up a stage in the corner for the later performance. 'The Killer Bambies' was the name of the band. An odd one, and they gave that goth-punk rock vibe from their appearance. They were complaining about how long it was taking for their lead guitarist and singer to get to the bar. She didn't listen in too much beyond that.

"Hmm, quiet morning... doesn't Officer Handy usually drop by to pick up his lunch at this hour, John?" She asked the burly owner, who was stocking the shelves under the counter, her blue eyes spotting the shotgun John kept just in case, he also had a .38 revolver in the safe in his office as a backup... she never did ask about the weapons, it really wasn't her business to ask about them though.

Giana Laurent wrote:Bar Jack, the only bar in town where its open from 8 AM and closes at 5 AM, alcohol only served at noon, but otherwise it was place for the college kids and old drunks alike to entertain themselves to a nice cold beverage or some piping hot delicious food. They were sponsored by the Clocktower Committee, so tourists also came by often. Giana had been working there for three years now, and she was a favorite among patrons for being sweet, courteous and friendly. Still, some knew not to mess with her, for she'd let you know it.

She was wiping down counters with a rag, humming to herself as the number of morning customers were generally very low. Besides her, there was the owner, John 'Jack' Black, an older gentleman who also acted as the bodyguard when things got rough, and a few college girls who were setting up a stage in the corner for the later performance. 'The Killer Bambies' was the name of the band. An odd one, and they gave that goth-punk rock vibe from their appearance. They were complaining about how long it was taking for their lead guitarist and singer to get to the bar. She didn't listen in too much beyond that.

"Hmm, quiet morning... doesn't Officer Handy usually drop by to pick up his lunch at this hour, John?" She asked the burly owner, who was stocking the shelves under the counter, her blue eyes spotting the shotgun John kept just in case, he also had a .38 revolver in the safe in his office as a backup... she never did ask about the weapons, it really wasn't her business to ask about them though.

John was stacking glasses beside the Mossberg 500 he had under the bar on a pair of hooks-



-a weapon he had for added security since the start of those grisly murders back in spring. The burly man turned his head up to face Giana, one of his star employees. "Hm? Taken a shine to the kid or somethin' Giana?" the man smirked. "I dunno... he and a pretty lady from out of town were chatting it up late last night, they drunkenly stumbled back to his place." He says with a smirk. He then stood up, clapping his hands as he did. "Bah, I'd give him till the afternoon. The two of them got pretty smashed last night..." He chuckled. "Whats the special today anyway?" He asked, as he checked out the street view window. "Huh... looks pretty dead today." He added.

"No, you cheeky old man!" She says with a smile, blushing lightly at the comment. "Its just so weird to see someone like him off schedule. Its like a routine, you get used to seeing a person often, then surprised when they don't show up, doesn't mean anything Jaaaack." She rolled her eyes, turning to the small kitchen area. "Oh, chicken and egg salad which is useful for sandwiches or by itself, turkey and biscuits with steamed asparagus and home made vegetable soup. I was in a cooking mood." she chuckled, before turning to him sharply. "Remember, its for the patrons, Jack!" She scolded playfully before returning to her duties. "See? Its odd. He and a few other officers often come here to eat an early lunch before they head off on patrol or whatever." She remarked.

Giana Laurent wrote:"No, you cheeky old man!" She says with a smile, blushing lightly at the comment. "Its just so weird to see someone like him off schedule. Its like a routine, you get used to seeing a person often, then surprised when they don't show up, doesn't mean anything Jaaaack." She rolled her eyes, turning to the small kitchen area. "Oh, chicken and egg salad which is useful for sandwiches or by itself, turkey and biscuits with steamed asparagus and home made vegetable soup. I was in a cooking mood." she chuckled, before turning to him sharply. "Remember, its for the patrons, Jack!" She scolded playfully before returning to her duties. "See? Its odd. He and a few other officers often come here to eat an early lunch before they head off on patrol or whatever." She remarked.

The older man raised a brow. "Oh, sure sure. Tell me then, name another one of the officers who come in with the Lieutenant? I'll make it easy for ya, how about you name that other fella that usually eats here with Handy?" He asked, drying a glass as he awaited her answer, checking on the ladies who were setting up their band equipment in one of the corners of the room.

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Giana Laurent wrote:"No, you cheeky old man!" She says with a smile, blushing lightly at the comment. "Its just so weird to see someone like him off schedule. Its like a routine, you get used to seeing a person often, then surprised when they don't show up, doesn't mean anything Jaaaack." She rolled her eyes, turning to the small kitchen area. "Oh, chicken and egg salad which is useful for sandwiches or by itself, turkey and biscuits with steamed asparagus and home made vegetable soup. I was in a cooking mood." she chuckled, before turning to him sharply. "Remember, its for the patrons, Jack!" She scolded playfully before returning to her duties. "See? Its odd. He and a few other officers often come here to eat an early lunch before they head off on patrol or whatever." She remarked.

The older man raised a brow. "Oh, sure sure. Tell me then, name another one of the officers who come in with the Lieutenant? I'll make it easy for ya, how about you name that other fella that usually eats here with Handy?" He asked, drying a glass as he awaited her answer, checking on the ladies who were setting up their band equipment in one of the corners of the room.

She turned her lidded annoyed gaze towards John 'Jack' Black and pouted. "Easy! Its that British guy, Sargent Wilson! He's Handy's neighbor and his girlfriend's also a cop!" She says with a confident grin, hands on her hips and head high!

Giana Laurent wrote:

Random NPCs wrote:

Giana Laurent wrote:"No, you cheeky old man!" She says with a smile, blushing lightly at the comment. "Its just so weird to see someone like him off schedule. Its like a routine, you get used to seeing a person often, then surprised when they don't show up, doesn't mean anything Jaaaack." She rolled her eyes, turning to the small kitchen area. "Oh, chicken and egg salad which is useful for sandwiches or by itself, turkey and biscuits with steamed asparagus and home made vegetable soup. I was in a cooking mood." she chuckled, before turning to him sharply. "Remember, its for the patrons, Jack!" She scolded playfully before returning to her duties. "See? Its odd. He and a few other officers often come here to eat an early lunch before they head off on patrol or whatever." She remarked.

The older man raised a brow. "Oh, sure sure. Tell me then, name another one of the officers who come in with the Lieutenant? I'll make it easy for ya, how about you name that other fella that usually eats here with Handy?" He asked, drying a glass as he awaited her answer, checking on the ladies who were setting up their band equipment in one of the corners of the room.

She turned her lidded annoyed gaze towards John 'Jack' Black and pouted. "Easy! Its that British guy, Sargent Wilson! He's Handy's neighbor and his girlfriend's also a cop!" She says with a confident grin, hands on her hips and head high!

"Bzzzzzzzzzzt, wrong!" John replied. "Sargent Winters, Benny, 'Big Ben'! You got the fact he's British, that he's Handy's neighbor and that his girlfriend's a cop parts right though..." he laughed, before setting the glass down, and went to check the windows again. "Damn... that delivery guy's late... we're low on club soda and our imported stuff." He says with a sigh. "Mind going out back, check if he didn't sneak away from us and just left the kegs in the ally again?" He asked Giana nicely.

Her proud demeanor faltered slightly as she was corrected, to which she turned somewhat red in the face. "Hmmmph..." she grumbled. When he mentioned the delivery truck being late, Giana was gonna make a cute remark in turn, but then he asked her to check the back alley of the bar. "Sure thing, but not interested in Handy, kay?" She asked, chuckling nervously as she turned away and headed towards the back of the business. Outside was a short descent of steps leading into the loading bay itself. She looked up at the street above, the walk paths were oddly vacant, even of the local alley cats or stray dogs... She didn't think much of it as she looked around for any packaged crates, and saw there were indeed a few laying out there. She shook her head side to side and sighed. "What. A. Pain." She walks over to the crates and inspects the label, and they were theirs... save the fourth and fifth crates, they were labeled for the Hospital and the 'other' Jack's Bar in West Raccoon. "Huh... weird." She remarked, it was almost as if the delivery guy just tossed them onto the concrete loading bay and drove off...

She turned back to head inside, poking her head through the door way. "Hey, John, the delivery guy snuck past us!" She replied. "They also left a crate for the hospital, and our competitor's place...again." she sighed.

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The entrance to the bar opened, the bell ringing as Sylvia enters the well lit room. Her green eyes fall upon her friends, setting up their equipment for their show later that evening. They were all dressed appropriately like Sylvie herself, and greeted her upon entering. "Heya gals, got a bit lost in the fog on the way here. Its eerie as hell out there!" She chuckled, closing the door behind her and proceeded to set up along with them, pulling out her cherry red guitar from the carrying bag. She could smell a number of delicious smells in the air. "Almost lunchtime huh..." she says, before noting the lack of people. Even for this hour, there generally was the old patron or two half asleep eating or drinking coffee at the bar. "I hope its not this dead later, being told we 'suck' is better than playing for a skeleton crew." She says to her mates, setting her purse on one of the arcade cabinets.

John looked over to Giana as she reappeared. The mention of Jay's crate didn't surprise him as much as the hospital one. "Huh... okay then. Handle the fort here for the moment then, gonna grab the pry bar and handle those crates. I bet the bastard was too eager to get on to the next place..." He sighed, before the red haired goth chick arrived. "Oh, hey, welcome-oh you're with the band... welcome again." He chuckled, walking into his office to grab the pry bar.

Giana was still half inside, half outside the building's rear exit when she jumped at a sound that was similar to a car backfiring! "What the?!" She screamed out of surprise, entering the bar. She held her heart, sighing heavily at her lack of a spine. "Huh... must have been a truck backfir-"

BANG!...BANG!

The sound repeated after a pause. It was loud, albeit muffled, almost like a fire cracker going off, but she was having doubts. It was followed by a further six, repetitive booms when she started to feel very small. "Wha-what is that?" She asked, feeling her gut turn in on itself.

After a longer pause, two more booming noises!

Sylvia and her friends smiled at the bar tender before returning to their duties. Sylvie turned to Nancy to have small talk when the blond bartender returned from the back.

Giana Laurent wrote:Giana was still half inside, half outside the building's rear exit when she jumped at a sound that was similar to a car backfiring! "What the?!" She screamed out of surprise, entering the bar. She held her heart, sighing heavily at her lack of a spine. "Huh... must have been a truck backfir-"

BANG!...BANG!

The sound repeated after a pause. It was loud, albeit muffled, almost like a fire cracker going off, but she was having doubts. It was followed by a further six, repetitive booms when she started to feel very small. "Wha-what is that?" She asked, feeling her gut turn in on itself.

After a longer pause, two more booming noises!

Sylvia jumped a little too when it came to the sound, but shrugged it off herself. She turned to Nancy again, when the muffled sounds repeated at quicker intervals! She stopped her idle chatter, her green eyes turning to the entrance. "Sounds more like gun shots..." She says under her breath, wearily staring at the door before turning to her friends. She had fired gun before, the sounds were very reminiscent of the range and in one of her father's vhs tapes from the 80s. Sure, they were in a hunting town, but they were practically in central Raccoon and the gunfire seemed closer...

John returned from his office, a crow bar in hand. "Whats going on?" He asked, noticing the concerned looks. That's when he heard a gun shot too. Worried, he sets the crow bar down on the bar counter, walking back to his office and opened the safe under his desk. He pulls out the small, Model 36 .38 Revolver from the safe, taking a five shells from a box inside the safe and loaded the weapon, snapping the cylinder to the side. He tucks the holdout weapon inside his jeans pocket, and walks back into the bar. "I'm sure its nothing, but I'll go check." He says to the band mates and Giana, walking over to the entrance and opened the door.

Outside, up the stairs leading to street level, he could see one of the RPD's officer's running through the street, up into the Apartment Complex that Handy and the said officer lived! "Hey Ben!" He called out loudly, ascending the steps. Ben didn't notice him, rushing through the front door of the apartment complex without looking back. He was confused, standing in the street now, watching the door to the Apartment Complex stick open. "Always sticks," he muttered, making his way over to close it. He wasn't worrying about the gunshots from earlier now, climbing the steps to the Apartment when he felt something tug on his left arm...

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In the bar, the five ladies would hear a low, shriek that sounded like John! Small pops from John's revolver soon followed, then more screams!

Giana felt her blood run cold as John's screams pierced the entry to Bar Jack! "John?!" She called out nervously, running over to the doorway, opening it slightly to see what was happening outside! John was a friend, not just an employer, she wanted to make sure he was okay!

Random NPCs wrote:John returned from his office, a crow bar in hand. "Whats going on?" He asked, noticing the concerned looks. That's when he heard a gun shot too. Worried, he sets the crow bar down on the bar counter, walking back to his office and opened the safe under his desk. He pulls out the small, Model 36 .38 Revolver from the safe, taking a five shells from a box inside the safe and loaded the weapon, snapping the cylinder to the side. He tucks the holdout weapon inside his jeans pocket, and walks back into the bar. "I'm sure its nothing, but I'll go check." He says to the band mates and Giana, walking over to the entrance and opened the door.

Outside, up the stairs leading to street level, he could see one of the RPD's officer's running through the street, up into the Apartment Complex that Handy and the said officer lived! "Hey Ben!" He called out loudly, ascending the steps. Ben didn't notice him, rushing through the front door of the apartment complex without looking back. He was confused, standing in the street now, watching the door to the Apartment Complex stick open. "Always sticks," he muttered, making his way over to close it. He wasn't worrying about the gunshots from earlier now, climbing the steps to the Apartment when he felt something tug on his left arm...

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In the bar, the five ladies would hear a low, shriek that sounded like John! Small pops from John's revolver soon followed, then more screams!

Sylvie heard the screams, the gunshots from a weapon similar to her double derringer. What ever was going on outside, it wasn't worth bringing inside!

Giana Laurent wrote:Giana felt her blood run cold as John's screams pierced the entry to Bar Jack! "John?!" She called out nervously, running over to the doorway, opening it slightly to see what was happening outside! John was a friend, not just an employer, she wanted to make sure he was okay!

So when Giana rushed for the door, opening it part way, Sylvia stepped forward and pushed the door closed! "Are you fucking stupid?! Those were gun shots!" She screamed at the blond woman! She went to lock the door, turning the dead bolt into place- she wasn't going to let anyone in from the street!

Giana blinked at the red haired woman's response, before furrowing her brows, grabbing the woman's wrist from the door lock and pulled it away before following to a swift slap to the red head's cheek! "Don't you dare, you hear me?" She scolded in a wavering voice. "That is my friend out there, I am not going to abandon him, got it? Now stay quiet and take cover behind the bar or use the back exit, I'm letting him in!" She snapped at Sylvia, before unlocking the door, and opened it part way to take a look again, putting her body between the door and the door frame to keep the red head from slamming it again! She took a look around the landing, hunkering low in case it was some sort of mad gunman running about. "John?" She called out, looking up to the street level.

Giana could see a number of legs shuffling about from the street above, before John's familiar burly shape came crawling into view! "GOD they're eating me!!" He shrieked, tumbling down the steps, followed by a number of other civilians who were covered in blood, skin flaking and grey- eyes a milky white color!

John had dropped his revolver somewhere in the street as more gunfire sounded off from the Jack Street Apartment, luring more of the undead monsters to the apartment's now open doorway. John had a strip of flesh taken from his arm, down to the bone even! A bite mark on his left cheek, his right hand had a similar mark, but it wasn't as bad as his left arm. He stumbled to his feet, pushing Giana back into the bar trying to grab the door to keep the zombies from entering- but he was pushed forward instead by a number of zombies, and now landed on his chest, and lay in the middle of the doorway! "God--damn save yoursel---URK!" his pale face frozen in fear as the rotting looking person who pushed him onto his chest brought his mouth to John's neck, biting a huge chunk off the screaming older man! John's eyes rolled back, and he fell forward in a pool of his own blood, the man on his back continued to... EAT HIM!

A few more infected civilians entered, stumbling over John and his killer, arms outstretched as they came for the others inside! One in particular grabbed one of Sylvia's friends, Nancy, and immediately dug his hands into her shoulders, bringing its drooling black jaws to her neck and proceeded to bite into her, tackling her to the ground! The female drummer struck another one of these creatures with one of the brass cymbals, which did nothing as it grabbed her by her shirt, tearing it down, exposing her bra and white flesh beneath before another zombie tackled her into the drum set, tearing out her belly ring as they began to tear chunks of flesh away from her stomach, exposing her intestines and other bloody viscera!

Another one stumbled after Sylvie and another crawling for the now fallen Giana! Each with empty, white eyes and graying skin and blood dripping from yellowed teeth!

Sylvia recoiled slightly from Giana's slap, of being pulled away from the door! "Bitch!" She spat, rubbing her cheek, about to shove a little back when the chaos ensued. First thing that happened was Gianna was pushed away by a bloody arm which grabbed hold of the door's knob. The door was closing again before it suddenly swung fully open! The bar owner was now laying in the middle of the door frame, as a bunch of people drunkenly stumbled into bar! She could hear the man scream as they tore his throat out with a vicious bite, and watched as Nancy was tackled to the ground, her shrieks becoming gurgled from blood which spewed from her open wound, staining her shirt!

"NANCY!" Sylvia whined, her light green eyes wide with shock! She backed up, watching as her drummer, Christy slammed one of the drum's cymbals in an effort to ward off the crazed cannibals! She watched with pure horror as Christy's shirt was torn, revealing her polka dot bar underneath, then forced onto the ground by another one of the freaks! She listened to Christy shriek in pain as they pulled her belly button ring out with their mouth, and began to disembowel her before her eyes! "Oh my god, what the fuck is going on?!" She screamed, turning to the milky eyed woman in a powder blue business suit approach! She was frozen with horror, the blood dripping from the woman's lips dribbling off her pallid chin as she stumbled for Sylvia!

"No!!" Screamed Kirsten, the bassist, who pushed Sylvia out of the way! Sylvia hit the floor beside a juke box on her ass, cringing as she sat up only to hear Kirsten's terrified screams! She saw the woman was eating Kirsten's left ear, ripping it off as her bloody fingers gripped into Kirsten's eyes tight enough she was sure Kirsten was blind thanks to the blood running down her terrified face! The crazed woman forced her against the wall, and began to dig into Kirsten's neck, making Kirsten's screams a dying, gurgling warble as blood ran across the white tank with the band's name 'Killer Bambies' emblazoned upon it now stained crimson! Kirsten slumped down the wall, and the other freaks continued to cannibalize the bar owner, Nancy and Christy. Christy was still twitching behind the drum set, blood splattering the walls as arteries were severed and exposed, but her face was out of sight by the large center drum!

"Kirsten!!" Sylvia half choked on tears, watching her best friends die in front of her! Kirsten's killer tore enough skin from Kirsten that her strawberry blond friend's head rolled off, causing more arterial spray as the long haired head bounced off the wooden planks of the floor and rolled into the parade of shuffling legs! The business suit woman turned her cataract gaze towards Sylvia now, arms outstretched and dripping with blood! There had to be a half dozen of these crazed people inside the bar now, as more came to chew flesh from her fallen friend's lithe forms! She backed away from the crazy woman, felt her purse to her left, and remembered the gun! She scrambled to her feet, rummaging the bag with her right hand, feeling the double derringer and yanked it out dropping the bag!

She aimed her weapon at the woman, her eyes wide in panic! "ST-STAY the fuck back!" She stammered, her heart in her throat, choking on the heavily weighing panic that was consuming her as she continued to back away from the slowly advancing crazed woman!

Random Mobs wrote:Giana could see a number of legs shuffling about from the street above, before John's familiar burly shape came crawling into view! "GOD they're eating me!!" He shrieked, tumbling down the steps, followed by a number of other civilians who were covered in blood, skin flaking and grey- eyes a milky white color!

John had dropped his revolver somewhere in the street as more gunfire sounded off from the Jack Street Apartment, luring more of the undead monsters to the apartment's now open doorway. John had a strip of flesh taken from his arm, down to the bone even! A bite mark on his left cheek, his right hand had a similar mark, but it wasn't as bad as his left arm. He stumbled to his feet, pushing Giana back into the bar trying to grab the door to keep the zombies from entering- but he was pushed forward instead by a number of zombies, and now landed on his chest, and lay in the middle of the doorway! "God--damn save yoursel---URK!" his pale face frozen in fear as the rotting looking person who pushed him onto his chest brought his mouth to John's neck, biting a huge chunk off the screaming older man! John's eyes rolled back, and he fell forward in a pool of his own blood, the man on his back continued to... EAT HIM!

A few more infected civilians entered, stumbling over John and his killer, arms outstretched as they came for the others inside! One in particular grabbed one of Sylvia's friends, Nancy, and immediately dug his hands into her shoulders, bringing its drooling black jaws to her neck and proceeded to bite into her, tackling her to the ground! The female drummer struck another one of these creatures with one of the brass cymbals, which did nothing as it grabbed her by her shirt, tearing it down, exposing her bra and white flesh beneath before another zombie tackled her into the drum set, tearing out her belly ring as they began to tear chunks of flesh away from her stomach, exposing her intestines and other bloody viscera!

Another one stumbled after Sylvie and another crawling for the now fallen Giana! Each with empty, white eyes and graying skin and blood dripping from yellowed teeth!

Giana fell onto her bottom painfully, but her attention was drawn back to her injured employer as many of these terrifying ghouls pounced onto him and entered the bar! "John, no!" She screamed, watching as his throat was torn away! Other screams soon followed as the band were being literally swarmed and ripped apart by these crazed cannibals! One of the pretty one's head rolling towards her left leg when Giana shrieked! She continued to scream helplessly as another one of the creatures approached her! "NO, GOD NO!" She cried, kicking out her leg at it, pushing it back before she began to crab walk back, pulling herself up to her feet with a mounted bar stool before using the counter for support! She saw the crazed man approach her again, and eying the nearby pry bar, grabbed it and then struck it out with a frantic swing! "Stay away!!" She screamed, feeling a wet crunch as the angled end of the crowbar dug into the side of the man's skull! The man stood stock still for a moment, blood dribbling down the wound before falling onto the wooden planks of the bar! She gasped, feeling a tight knot in her stomach- she had just killed someone! There wasn't much time to reflect as another came for her! "No!" She choked, half fighting the urge to vomit as the thing grabbed her by the shoulders! She wrestled with it for a few moments, feeling its fetid breath wash over her smooth neck before she managed to push it off! She had a corkscrew opener in her apron, pulling it out she screamed like a mad woman as she brought it to her attacker's neck! She drove it in, tears rolling down her face as its blood speckled her face and white top, her teeth clenched tight as she drove the screw fully through the thing's jugular!

This can't be happening.... it just cant!! Her mind screamed!

The woman who ate Kirsten's neck away to the point of decapitating her blankly stares at Sylvia, seemingly oblivious to the firearm as she got closer! She moaned hoarsely, Kirsten's blood rolling down her neck, between her cleavage of her business suit as she shambles over to Sylvia, dragging one high heeled shoe over!
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Giana would now watch with horror as the man she was tangoing with, in spite of his injuries he sustained to his neck continued to flail at her with his arms! His dirty hair swayed over his milky eyes as he brings his mouth closer to Giana's nose, forcing his own neck into the corkscrew opener in order to bite her!

Random Mobs wrote:The woman who ate Kirsten's neck away to the point of decapitating her blankly stares at Sylvia, seemingly oblivious to the firearm as she got closer! She moaned hoarsely, Kirsten's blood rolling down her neck, between her cleavage of her business suit as she shambles over to Sylvia, dragging one high heeled shoe over!

"I said stay back, didn't you hear me?!" She screamed.



Sylvia was confused, the woman kept coming towards her, and she wanted to pull the trigger, to avenge her friends, but she hesitated, she realized she'd be taking a life in turn... she didn't have that kind of stomach to take a life, not even in the heat of the moment! All the while, the woman didn't stop her approach, her bloody hands reaching Sylvia's shoulders!



"N-no... please, stop!" Sylvia backed to a wall, her chest pumping. The woman continuing her advance, moaning, unaware of the gun even as Sylvia pressed it against the woman's forehead.



Her wrists began to wane as the milky eyed woman continued her approach, moaning hoarsely, Kirsten's flesh hanging from her bloody teeth! Sylvia realized she had to... or she'd be eaten too! "I said STOP!" Sylvia screams, closing her eyes and pulled back the trigger!

BANG!

Random Mobs wrote:
Giana would now watch with horror as the man she was tangoing with, in spite of his injuries he sustained to his neck continued to flail at her with his arms! His dirty hair swayed over his milky eyes as he brings his mouth closer to Giana's nose, forcing his own neck into the corkscrew opener in order to bite her!

Giana grimaces in fear, backing up to avoid her nose being gnashed by the snarling man's bloody teeth! "What the heck?!" She screamed, eyes wavering as she 'danced' with the man, finding it impossible that he would force the weapon further into his own throat to get at her, let alone he was still alive! Also, the blood running over her right hand wasn't very warm, nor felt much like blood. More like a congealed jelly thawing out.

Sylvia Gray wrote:
BANG!

The gun shot startled her, but also gave her enough strength to turn her flailing attacker to her right, the corkscrew slipping from her grasp with the crazed man as he stumbled backwards, tripping over the decapitated head rolling on the ground! Giana wheezed, her eyes wide with shock, remembering the shotgun beneath the counter! She quickly slid her big butt around the corner and dove beneath the bar, retrieving the weapon. She only vaguely knew how it worked, using movies mostly for reference, she pumped the weapon, inadvertently ejecting a shell already loaded in the chamber as she raised the weapon at the closest cannibal, the stock against her bicep as she fired!

BOOM!

Sylvia Gray wrote:
BANG!

The woman's head snapped back, her glasses shattered from the impact of the small .38 pistol! Her body had jolted, folding backwards and landed flat on her back upon the wooden planks of the bar floor.... While Sylvia had to grasp with what she had just done, the other zombies continued to feed on John and her friends. However she could not digest her actions long, as the man with a corkscrew in his neck turned to Sylvia with renewed interest! Stumbling for her with a warbling moan, air passing through the bleeding jugular!

Giana Laurent wrote:
The gun shot startled her, but also gave her enough strength to turn her flailing attacker to her right, the corkscrew slipping from her grasp with the crazed man as he stumbled backwards, tripping over the decapitated head rolling on the ground! Giana wheezed, her eyes wide with shock, remembering the shotgun beneath the counter! She quickly slid her big butt around the corner and dove beneath the bar, retrieving the weapon. She only vaguely knew how it worked, using movies mostly for reference, she pumped the weapon, inadvertently ejecting a shell already loaded in the chamber as she raised the weapon at the closest cannibal, the stock against her bicep as she fired!

BOOM!

The cannibal's head exploded with gore, showering Sylvie and the wall behind her with the crimson ichor! Thrown to the ground and bleeding out from the traumatizing head wound, it spasmed uncontrollably! The other zombies took notice, peeling away flesh from their fresh kills as they now turned upon the women! In total, there had to be five of these crazed freaks scuffling towards them, arms outstretched and with fresh blood running down their mouths!

Sylvia panted heavily, her chest heaving as the smoke crawls from the barrel of the shotgun. She saved the red head's life, but could see the shotgun drew the attention of the others! "Hurry! Over here!" She screamed to the woman, raising the recoil intense weapon up again, pumping the weapon and ejecting a red shell which flew off somewhere to the side; the scent of gunpowder was acrid and musty, an unpleasant scent much like these people! They smelled like rotting garbage... just like it had out back... She turned her aim towards a pair of the approaching cannibals, and fired again. She was beyond asking them to stop, as they seemed not to care about the three humans that were laying on the floor dead from their actions; which was a warning in it self. "Stay back!" She did manage to shout, almost out of instinct regardless of her adrenaline, pulling the trigger as another powerful BOOM pounded her ears! She pumped the weapon again and fired at another pair, before pumping the weapon again!

Giana Laurent wrote:Sylvia panted heavily, her chest heaving as the smoke crawls from the barrel of the shotgun. She saved the red head's life, but could see the shotgun drew the attention of the others! "Hurry! Over here!" She screamed to the woman, raising the recoil intense weapon up again, pumping the weapon and ejecting a red shell which flew off somewhere to the side; the scent of gunpowder was acrid and musty, an unpleasant scent much like these people! They smelled like rotting garbage... just like it had out back... She turned her aim towards a pair of the approaching cannibals, and fired again. She was beyond asking them to stop, as they seemed not to care about the three humans that were laying on the floor dead from their actions; which was a warning in it self. "Stay back!" She did manage to shout, almost out of instinct regardless of her adrenaline, pulling the trigger as another powerful BOOM pounded her ears! She pumped the weapon again and fired at another pair, before pumping the weapon again!  

Sylvia stood there, wide eyed and in shock from her action. She had just taken a life, but for some reason... she felt... okay about it. She was still in the shock of it all when she felt blood splash her face, waking her up! "Ahh!" She cried, her wide eyes turning to a person whose head had been blown away by the barkeep's shotgun. She turned to face the blond woman, who motioned her over. She blinked once, turning her head to the others advancing into the bar and figured her options were less dicey if she went with the blond. She stumbled around the corner of the bar, turning her handgun at the rabid people. The scent of them was terrible... and she felt her stomach knot up when she realized she didn't have additional ammo! "Ah crap, I'm only down to one bullet!" She screamed, turning to the waitress. "Does this bar have any other weapons?!" She pleaded for answers, watching the woman struggle with the shotgun somewhat.