Ardi stopped and staired at the janitor on the floor. "Poor Mr. Williams" she replied then turned quickly around. "Ok... So let's get something straight here when something weird is going on in school don't go walking out please, just whack the sh.it out of things" she tried to put it as gently as possible "Sorry 'bout your friend" she added.
"Good teamwork guys," Mitch remarked. "I know that was tough," he whispered to Lu, crouching next to her "But it had to be done." he stood up and looked at Ardar. "You're Ardar Passaro, Class... 9B? I recognize you from geometry. Glad you could make it." Mitch had the bat over one shoulder and held out his other hand for her to shake.
Mitch heard more moaning and started toward the double-doors. "Let's hit the road." he said over his shoulder. "There's a sport shop about a mile and a half from here. It sells guns and ammunition. But before we go, we can check to see if there might be any more survivors." He looked at the rest of them. "If we work together, we survive," he announced. "So let's do this!"
"Give me a sec" Ardar ran down to the locker room and grabbed her new hockey stick she put the meter stick around her shoulder and carried the hockey stick in her hand. "Just leave em big groups are bad if can get 2 more people than well be fine but the entire student body is a No No." she replied.
Name: Chaz Langley
Appearance: 6'5" with short brown hair. Has sharp facial features, forest green eyes, and glasses. Always wears a hooded sweatshirt of some sort with blue jeans.
Bio: Chaz is a new Junior at Striton High School, and likes hanging out with the underclassmen. He has a job at his dad's sports store where he goes to work in the afternoons. (More later)
Personality: Reserved at times, but always willing to help friends in need. He is scared of being abandonded and will do anything to avoid that fate.
"Let's get to Ed's car." Lu said softly. She knew he had a first aid kit, a tool kit, food, and a pistol in his car. It would be enough to get them to sport shop and then some. The sooner they got out into the open the better. Lu was starting to feel trapped. She didn't care about the other students at this point.
Ardi stopped and listened she motioned her hand for them to stop. *Tap* Tap* went the shoe steps "Someones coming" she whispered to them both
Mitch hefted his bat. "I know a short foot route to the sport shop. My friend Chaz works there, and I'm betting he's alive. I'll go, but you guys be careful in the car. Leave it a bit away from the shop, because the noise will get their attention." A zombie slouched in the doorway groaning and was met with a baseball bat to the face. "Take Ian, he'll help you guys get through the parking lot." Mitch nodded to Ian. "Stay alive." he told them and sprinted through the gym and out a side door.
((I told him to post. He should soon. What do you think of the story so far?))
(( Very interesting, however we need some more characters that are bad as.s))
Chaz looked up from the counter and saw a man having trouble with the door. "And the teachers think I'm dumb," Chaz mumbled to himself as he went to the door. "Good afternoon sir how may I..." Chaz stopped short as the man lifted his head and moaned. "Holy Sh.it!" Chaz slammed the door and pushed the bait fridge in front of it. "What the he.ll is going on?"
((I can make another character later on.))
Lu reached out to grab Mitch's arm, but he was already down the hall. She had a bad feeling. "He's crazy." She said. Short cut or not, it would be difficult to get there by himself. She was still shaking after killing Ed, but Lu forced herself to pull it together. "Get to fire escape." Lu said, tossing the keys to Ardi. "I'll cover you."
((I can make a new character too, if needed. Unless more people join.))
Mitch smashed another zombie out of the way and plowed through the door closest to the shortcut. Mitch bounded through some shrubs and dashed down the street. He stopped, seeing a pack of about 8 zombies. He doubled back and went through the park, dodging big groups and crushing the skulls of singles. He had a couple of slashes and some bruises, but no bites. He panted and kept running toward the shop. "I hope they're alright." he murmured and continued his sprint to the shop. When he got there, he jumped the fence in the back alleyway and knocked on the back door. "Chaz!" he whispered loudly.
Name: Evan Ross Appearance: About 6'0" with deep black hair that just covers his ears. He is usually wearing a hoodie and jeans and is lean and fairly muscled. He is quick and strong from years of fencing and swordplay. Bio: Evan is a pretty simple sophmore. He has good grades, plenty of friends, and is the captain of the fencing/kendo club. It's just another day at school until he hears the strange announcements. Weapon: a katana he recieved as a gift from a friend and a wooden practice sword. Personality: Evan is friendly and funny, normally calm, and all-round athletic. He can seem frightening with his sword fighting sometimes, but does most of that when he is alone. He has friends in all of the highschool classes and is always prepared.
Evan walked down the dim, empty hallway and sighed. Most of the student body was zombified by now or they were getting there. His arm swing back and forth, clutching the Japanese samurai sword loosely. A gorey, moaning mass of flesh slump out into the hall in front of him. Groaning himself, he raised his katana and lunged forward, slicing off its head. The body fell to the floor and he stepped over it. That's... 12 now? He thought to himself. I saw that boy, I think it was Mitch, run this way right? He stood, pondering it and went out the door, through some trampled bushes, and followed the path of corpses (on the ground, that is). "Well," he mumbled, scratching his head, "I'll either find him human or find him as a zombie. At least I'll find him." He started to jog.
((This is my new character. If you guys don't want him, just let me know and I'll take him out))
Chaz turned to the back door hearing a knock. "Da.mn it, first the front door now the back." Chaz grabbed his .22 pistol from under the counter and approached the back door. He slowly opened it and got ready to shoot.
"Chaz- Whoa, WHOA! Don't shoot! It's me!" Mitch backed up waving his hands. "Hey man, glad to see you're ok. I have some friends who should be here any minute, so we need some guns and gear. Can you hook us up?" Mitch look at his friend questioningly, waiting for an answer.