team whispering oaks

[remarkablyblunt]

WHO: Hayley, Wichita, Tommy, Rex, Dr. Facilier, and Damon
WHERE: an amusement park in California
WARNINGS: zombies :c
NOTES: yes to mod NPCs, different threads for different stuff, comment tracking is awesome, all that lovely stuff

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[stopthat_destro]

Rex came to with a soft groan, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. What had happened? He couldn't even remember disembarking from the Barge, although he was certain he hadn't fallen off. He couldn't have, since he still had his mind. He glanced around the room, and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he realized that he was in... a candy shop? No, no, that wasn't right. It was too cramped and too dark. Closer to a storage room.

Full of candy.

And guns.

Guns?

Well, it might as well have been candy, with how quickly Rex's eyes lit up. He took quick stock of the weapons. A... diverse assortment, to say the least. Shotgun, submachine gun... an axe and a machete, discarded on a table. What the hell was up with all of this?

He leaned in closer, taking note of the dried blood on the blades. Then, he grabbed a nearby pistol, equipped with a tactical flash light. Looked like they all were. After making certain that the safety was on, he tucked it into the back of his pants. Not an ideal place to put it, but as he was lacking a holster, it would have to do. Besides, his coat would keep it hidden. He cast a longing glance at the other weapons, but decided to leave them for now, seeing as he couldn't hide them as easily as he could the pistol. Still, it would be wise to stock up on ammunition... He grabbed some from the pile on the table, then stopped in his scavenging to do a quick check up on his communicator.

...

Oh.

Awesome.

They were stranded. He let out a long suffering sigh, then did another search of the room. Some first aid kits, hmm... pills. EpiPens. He picked up a bottle of pills, looking at the ingredients, then set it aside. The EpiPen was a stranger sight, so he gave it a closer look. Adrenaline.

Well, then. Pocketing that. Aaaannnnd... oh. Somebody else was nearby.

At the sound of a faint "Hello?" Rex walked over to the door and pushed it open a crack, watching as a few people gathered at the nearby Ferris wheel. Pffth, like he was going to alert them to his stash. After checking himself to make sure the gun and pocketed ammunition couldn't be seen, he slipped out of the small building (which turned out to be the storage room of a concession stand) and put on a confused, somewhat concerned look on his face as he cautiously approached the group.

"Hello?"

[OOC: OBVS HE WILL REVEAL WHERE THE CACHE IS IF NOBODY FINDS IT FIRST.]

[victimofnoone]

Hayley jolted awake at the sound of a vaguely familiar voice, banging her head on the seat in one of the small cars of the ferris wheel. She let out a little squeak when she banged the metal, quickly scrubbing at the sad excuse for a bump on her head. Shifting about, she sat up and was glad, at least, that the car was the bottom-most on the wheel. In her pained state, she didn't actually recognize that Tommy had spoken, waiting until Rex offered a meek hello to poke her head over the side of the car.

Spotting Tommy and Rex, both of whom she was relatively amicably acquainted with, the girl climbed out of the car and began making her way down to where they were. On her way, she flicked open her little phone thing to catch sight of the Admiral's announcement. Groups. She looked from the screen to the two of them and back. Hayley was doomed.

[remarkablyblunt]

Tommy nodded to the two approaching men, thinking they were his only company until he heard banging and shuffling from the direction of the Ferris wheel. "Alright there?" he said to Hayley. "Don't want to go injuring ourselves too badly, now."

He was pretty sure he'd seen at least one of the men around before, so they were both likely from the barge. "Tommy Beresford, at your service. We're all citizens of the good HMS Barge, I take it?"

[stopthat_destro]

Rex scratched the back of his neck and gave Tommy a nervous sort of nod and shrug, slipping into the "useless geek" act pretty quickly. "Yeah..." He looked around. "Is it just... us?" Of course, he knew that they were meant to be in "groups," having already listened to the Admiral's announcement, so the likelihood of there being too many others was slim. "Where are we?"

[amagicalmystery]

Lured by the sound of voices, Facilier looked up from his inspection of a deserted-looking game booth to join the small group clustering around the Ferris wheel. He knew Rex, had seen Hayley around, but from the looks on everyone's faces he gathered they were all from the same place.

"'Good' is debatable, but otherwise the very same." He tipped his hat before giving their meeting place a dubious look. "Any guesses why we're takin' a sudden stroll on Coney Island?"

[victimofnoone]

Hayley offered Tommy a quick sincere smile as thanks before looking over to Rex, mostly believing him to the be the worthless nerd he was trying to make people think he was. When Facilier approached, she eased subtly closer to Tommy. He seemed the most likely to save their asses of the bunch. Still, she held her phone up to show the Admiral's announcement to them in a vague and not actually readable way. "If it really is dangerous here? We should probably work on finding some kind of weapons or something."

Her taser was gone and that was enough to make her nervous without the creepy, abandoned amusement park. After she put her phone thing away and popped her hood up onto her head, she smiled. "Then we can go on the roller coaster."

Boomer.

[wichita_kansas]

On a scale of one to having a bad day, Wichita was definitely having a bad fucking day. She had awoken on the roof of a food stand in an amusement park, which set off all sorts of paranoid alarm bells in her mind. The situation at Pacific Playland, no matter how long ago, had her eternally put off the idea of amusement parks, fun fairs, or any sort of bright-lights-and-funnel-cake situation.

The first thing she noticed was that she was unarmed, which was bad by itself -- only to be enhanced by a very low-pitched moaning and gargling noise below the food stand. After taking a moment to gather her wits and check her communicator, she did a silent crawl to the side in question. Horrified at the glimpse of what appeared to be the most obese thing she had ever beheld, she covered her mouth in an attempt to stifle a gasp. Immediately shuffling away from that side of the food stand, she mulled the image over in her head. He seemed sick. Really sick. The pit of her stomach fell what felt like a thousand feet, and then continued.

Zombies.

Taking action almost immediately, she vaulted as quietly as she could off the roof, onto a wooden bench, and then immediately sprinted toward the ferris wheel. If anyone else was alive -- if she even had an alleged group -- they'd be there. Even if they weren't, she could climb the ferris wheel. Perhaps not the most tactically sound idea, but as the ground underneath her feet began to shake and the bloated zombie behind her let out a sick, wet, groan, she was already re-living the night Columbus had rescued her and Little Rock. Her sprint took on an even more urgent pace as the groaning and stomping behind her began to sound and feel more frenzied.

Boomer.

[talldarksaviour]

Damon twisted around at the sound of running, eyes widening as Wichita and her pursuer came into sight around the corner. He started running, tripping a little as he turned back, hands splayed to catch himself, not slowing, focused on reaching the Ferris wheel before them. He had no weapons, but the rest of the group might. And if not... well maybe the monster would kill the woman first, give him enough time to escape.

He cut through a dodgem car ride, swerving between cars and emerging on the other side. He could see the base of the wheel,and just by it he could make out at least three, maybe four people. He put on an extra burst of speed, already wondering why he wasn't faster.

Was losing powers a port rule? Because if so then he was even more screwed than he'd realised.

He didn't shout as he approached - a running man, teamed with the Admiral's announcement should be plenty warning that something was wrong, even before the two behind him came into sight.

REX IS FREE TO GET PUKED ON.

[stopthat_destro]

When Rex noticed Damon running towards them, he tensed up, taking a few steps forward to get a look at whatever was pursuing him. Not that he cared about the vampire in the slightest. In fact, if Damon had tripped and gotten caught by his pursuers, Rex would've been perfectly happy to leave him. Unfortunately, that also meant that he could've been next.

When he spotted the second figure, he almost reached for his gun. He held back, however, as he didn't want to reveal that he was armed unless he had to.

"Guys? What's going on?" he asked, throwing a quick look back at the group, before his gaze was turned forward again. Was that...?

Wichita. Damn it. There were only three people on the Barge he'd risk his neck for, and one of them just had to be in his group. This was going to complicate things significantly.

He sprinted forward, running past Damon, in an attempt to intercept Wichita and get a look at what was chasing her. The gurgling noise didn't escape him, and he reached for his gun in preparation for whatever it was.

PUKE COMING UP

[zombie_npc]

The Boomer pounded behind Wichita, mindlessly stomping after her as fast its huge bulk would go. The groaning, gurgling Infected chased its living prey relentlessly, its rotting flesh propelled forward by its insatiable hunger. Then its rotting eyes spotted movement, a figure, sprinting straight for it.

It paused, almost as if it had decided maybe it didn't want to take on two people at once. But no; instead, it let out a huge belch and with no more warning than that, it faced Rex and Wichita and vomited. The vile-smelling puke sprayed yards ahead of the misshapen creature, splashing back up off the concrete. If either of them were dumb enough to stand still, they'll be soaked right about now.

[remarkablyblunt]

Tommy was busy imagining himself as Hayley's chivalric protector when the thing appeared.

"Run away from it! Find shelter if you can't find a weapon!" He spotted a booth with guns and ran towards it. Of course they turned out to be water guns, and hooked up to hoses even. Of all the useless...

"Get away from it, you two!" he shouted at Rex and Wichita. Whatever the creature was doing to them, it was only going to get worse.

[stopthat_destro]

"Shit!" he cursed, scrambling to the side and ducking down to avoid remaining directly in the line of fire. He wasn't close enough to Wichita to grab her, but he figured she was intelligent enough to do the same.

"I know that!" he snapped at Tommy, debating whether or not to point him in the right direction. Of course, in a choice between his survival and keeping the stash of weapons his secret? Rex knew what he wanted. He drew the pistol, aimed it at the creature's weakest point-- its stomach-- and fired.

Unexpectedly, the one bullet ended in the creature's... explosion. Even more unexpectedly, he was now covered in... bile. Augh, the smell. Rex coughed and gagged, wiping some from his face, and tried to get the rest off of him when he heard shrieks in the distance. Footsteps drawing nearer.

Hurriedly, he reached to grab Wichita, then turned to the others and pointed to the storage room he'd woken up in. "In there, NOW!"

[victimofnoone]

Hayley was not thrilled about their situation. Wichita's entrance was a mixture of joy at having someone competent and distress at her leading the monster straight to them. At least they weren't warden and inmate anymore; she felt, somehow, like that made things a little better. For lack of any decent reactionary instincts to zombies, Hayley began just following Tommy and hoping he would protect her. When Rex shouted for the storage room, she stopped mid-way between the Ferris Wheel and Tommy and started bolting toward there instead. She trusted Rex not to fuck her over, at least.

"What the hell is that?!" She yelled out as she approached the storage place. Her nose was buried in one of her arms now, trying to block some of the scent, but it didn't seem to be helping much. Darting into the structure, Hayley's eyes lit up a little when she found the stash inside. Immediately she grabbed a 9mm, a spare magazine, and then a couple rolls of gauze in case of injury. The excess was shoved into her back pockets and then the girl cocked the gun and spun around to face the door again as someone else entered, more than a little nervous.

[talldarksaviour]

Damon, who had halted in surprise at Rex's run past him, now turned to run into the storage room. He pulled up at the sight of Hayley pointing a gun at him. "Woah, don't shoot."

He looked around himself; guns, ammo, and... candy? Weird. He glanced at her nervously, then began picking up weapons, looking for a gun he might be familiar with, and sorting through medical bags, containing items he hadn't had to use in centuries.

Being demoted to human sucked.

He turned to the others as they arrived. "It's too small, there's no back entrance, we can't barricade ourselves in here, it'll be our grave." He picked up a machete. "We should take what we can and go."

[remarkablyblunt]

Tommy dashed into the storage room behind the others. "Yes, shooting each other would be unwise at this juncture, no matter how accidental. We should make every effort to avoid doing so."

His eyes fell to the array of weapons lying around. He picked up a handgun, which looked straight-forward enough, and a rifle that could, in a pinch, be used as a blunt instrument if he couldn't figure out how to shoot it. All the weapons looked to be from his future.

"Alright. We go out and look for a safehouse. Under no circumstances are we to split up. Move quickly and quietly." He looked around. "Is there anyone who doesn't know how to use a weapon?"

[victimofnoone]

Hayley frowned at them both. She might have been terrified, but she wasn't stupid and she had handled a gun more than once. Not much more.. but enough to know how to use it. The girl lowered her gun, but still held a steady hand on it and looked from Damon to Tommy to figure out what to do. Glancing about, Hayley grabbed another magazine, just to be safe, and then moved toward the door to peek out and try to keep watch until everyone else was armed and ready.

"What happens when one of us dies?" She muttered rhetorically, keeping an eye on Rex and Wichita but kind of hoping they didn't come any closer. That smell was horrid.