TEAM TRAINWRECK IN THE HOUSE
Who: Major West, Iago, Snoop Pearson, Scotty, Abigail, and the Marquis
Where: PORT. A cabin in the woods (I'm thinking northern Michigan)
When: POOOORT.
Warnings: VIOLENCE AND ZOMBIES. Mod NPCs who aren't me are welcome.
Notes: For the sake of simplicity, since we all have different schedules, I'm saying no set posting order, BUT don't go like, three rounds skipping somebody.
Safe house. Had to get to a safe house. West didn't like that at all. An idea of some salvation just beyond the horizon... He didn't trust the Admiral, and he didn't know enough about this world to chance it. When they'd come to in the cabin, it all seemed calm. Peaceful. Normal. He'd assumed, for a moment, that this was what the port was meant to be: a vacation. But then came the Admiral's announcement, and a quick investigation of the cabin, which yielded a cache of weapons-- guns, ammunition, blunt weapons, bladed weapons-- and stocks of food, water and medical supplies. And then he heard the enraged shrieking and hissing that had kept him company in countless nightmares, and he realised that he was home.
"Kill anything that moves," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument, as he positioned himself at an opened window, preparing for the first wave of Infected.
Where: PORT. A cabin in the woods (I'm thinking northern Michigan)
When: POOOORT.
Warnings: VIOLENCE AND ZOMBIES. Mod NPCs who aren't me are welcome.
Notes: For the sake of simplicity, since we all have different schedules, I'm saying no set posting order, BUT don't go like, three rounds skipping somebody.
Safe house. Had to get to a safe house. West didn't like that at all. An idea of some salvation just beyond the horizon... He didn't trust the Admiral, and he didn't know enough about this world to chance it. When they'd come to in the cabin, it all seemed calm. Peaceful. Normal. He'd assumed, for a moment, that this was what the port was meant to be: a vacation. But then came the Admiral's announcement, and a quick investigation of the cabin, which yielded a cache of weapons-- guns, ammunition, blunt weapons, bladed weapons-- and stocks of food, water and medical supplies. And then he heard the enraged shrieking and hissing that had kept him company in countless nightmares, and he realised that he was home.
"Kill anything that moves," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument, as he positioned himself at an opened window, preparing for the first wave of Infected.