[Phone]
[There were sounds of gunshots and moans being silenced along with a loud
song. Alternatively a person could here a man laughing in maniacal glee and spewing out various insults and curse words towards the shambling dead. And then, silence before he picked up the phone.]
Hey! Any of you fucking assholes still alive? If ya are then come down to my place, unless you're bit then stay the fuck away. I've got this place on lock down and having a hell of a time over here. [Another bang of a gunshot.]
And bring your own shit too! Don't have enough for everyone. Also, name's Tank Fucking Dempsey and my house is at 825 Goldberg; when ya get here make sure you let me know you're not dead so I don't cap your ass.
[Action]
[For those of you who actually did decide to go to Dempsey's house, or were just passing by, they would be able to see the house almost entirely boarded up. The sights and sounds of gunfire and someone actively adding or replacing the defenses just made the place look and feel more lively. And possibly a little inviting and safe as well considering that there was a rather large body count growing around the house, on the side walk and yard. That song could also still be heard as well, along with Tank's voice constantly mocking and yelling at the hordes of undead that ventured too close.]