Post by XenoD on Mar 21, 2009 12:02:28 GMT -5
“The dead walk among us. Zombies, ghouls, no matter what their label, these somnambulists are the greatest threat to humanity, other than humanity itself. To call them predators and us prey would be inaccurate. They are a plague, and the human race is their host.”
-Max Brooks
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-Underground research facility-Owensboro Kentucky-
Exactly 1.4 miles beneath the concrete metropolis of Owensboro, the Governments most secretive section of Scientific and Military studies buzzes at it's latest, and possible most incredible find yet. Their steel structure of a home, composed of highly dense space materials, generated by Hydro-Electric generators, and stocked with the finest Medical, Military, and Scientific minds the world has ever seen, is about to go through an entirely new turn in its history.
In the main Operations/Research room, a number of Scientists, all wearing white lab coats, blink in astonishment at their latest discovery. Nearly all of them feel the need to jump up in down in joy, but they keep their professional endeavor for the need of appearance. They are all standing around a large, glass tube, filled to the brim with a glowing orange like substance. Computers and graphs are implanted at the base of the large tube, processing and delivering the data being given.
The head Scientist, Dr. Leudenburg, grins a crooked grin. The man stands barely at 5'3, and he is extremely skinny. He appears to be in his late 40's, but that could never be fully right. His balding blond hair is combed over, hiding what little signs of aging are coming to. He rubs his hands together feverishly, hardly believing what he and his colleagues had finally discovered. After months of painstaking trial and error, after failure and failure again, they had finally succeeded in cheating death. They had cheated, God!
The lab doors swished open, and a cache of men in high class body armors stormed in, performed the standard positions, and stationed themselves where their backs were not exposed. Following closely behind them was a man in a regular army uniform, with red beret added. He easily stood 6'2, and was obviously all muscle. He had a prominent red mustache, combed in the bushy style, and he had a long pale scar running over his left eye and down to his jaw. His eye had no iris from the effects of the scar. This man was General Dundull, a man who's reputation didn't exceed him. The man was known for having a ruthless and almost blood thirsty attitude about battle, and all those who had served under him could confirm this.
The General moved forward, and the soldiers stood at attention. The Scientists stepped aside as he came to stand directly beside Leudenburg. He stared silently at the tank of orange for several minutes, observing the contents of it. “So, you've perfected the process finally.” It wasn't a question, everyone knew that The General wouldn't have his time wasted with news of more failure, the last to have made that mistake was currently being processed into meat at a New Jersey Deli.
Leudenburg smiled, adverting his eyes towards Dundull's unmoving ones. “Yes, it took quite a while, and it was a pain in the ass to do, but we've finally done it!”
Dundull kept his face blank, eyes still on the tank. “Have you proceeded with tests of the Virus yet?”
Leudenburg nodded slowly. “We've tested the substance on common house cats and feral dogs. 100% of the time the Virus takes over the host within 20 minutes of death, 50 if the host is injected.”
“And what about, bigger subjects?” Dundull's eye slightly gleamed over, just for a second.
The Doctor grinned maliciously. “Well, I thought you could come up for an answer to that. After all, infecting a staff member down here is a very unwise choice, so I thought I'd leave it in your hands.”
Dundull blinked once, his eyes watching the orange substance like a statue. A small smile cracked its way to his lips. “The word, Field Test, comes to mind.”
-Town Square Mall-Owensboro-
The Town Square Mall was in full swing, today was the big sale at Spencer's Gifts, and all the little fuckers were getting as much shit as possible. Over a ways from the madness of Price Tag Hell, the Food Court was almost scarce except for a group of 8 teens, just sitting on their asses and eating poorly made pizza.
The first member of the group you'd notice would probably be Steve Cook, seeing as he's wearing a fuckin' green hoodie while it's 98 degrees outside. Steve was a very relaxed person, as seen by the way he slouched forward in his chair. Next to him sat Bebo, his real name lost for all eternity. And on the other side of Steve was the ever sexy Derek Storm, AKA:Bad Mutha' Fucka'. Across from them sat Derek Shemwell, AKA:Fat Bastard, Logan Gaither, and Kyle Trogden, almost counter opposites. Off to the side sitting on the cold as fuck bench was Ethan, AKA:Slinky Dinky, and T.J., formerly known as Welshey.
All of these horrible rejects of society were bored out of their minds. Apparently through some strange way, Storm and Ethan had accidentally set fire to some of the silly string at Spencer's, and were banned for 6 months. This happened 3 minutes ago.
Derek slammed his fist down onto the poorly made table, causing Bebo's drink to spill over, and making him cry slightly. “Dammit Stormy, how are we supposed to buy fake dog poo now that you and Ethan got us kicked out!?”
But alas, Storm just shrugged his shoulders. “It's no big deal, I mean we did get to set some stuff on fire.”
Derek twitched his eye. “Yeah, but I was on the can when you did it, so I never even got to see it!”
“Speaking of which, how's your stool doing Shemie?” Storm asked, narrowly dodging a thrown fry.
Rolling his eyes, Logan took a sip of his coke. “Jeez Derek, it's not so bad, at least we're all hanging out, and that happens less than often now a days.”
Derek sat back down, grumbling something about payback and cheese. Bebo and Kyle were discussing the basics of how to toss a Molotov Cocktail, and the argument was getting pretty HEATED.
“If ya' toss it underhanded, you'll be able to get a better angle and distance.” Kyle said while tearing a bite out of his pizza.
Bebo shook his head in disagreement. “Sure, if you wanna' take the chance of getting burned from spills. Tossing it overhanded adds more force, thus allowing for a greater shatter and therefore burst of flame.”
Kyle frowned. “Alright, this isn't getting us anywhere. T.J., you think underhand is better right?” Kyle asked, turning towards their silent friend.
T.J. Blinked slowly. “Hmm.” He replied.
Kyle grinned. “There, what'd I tell ya', T.J. Even agrees with me.”
Bebo sighed. “Dammit Kyle, he obviously meant no by that “hmm”, and therefore agrees with me!”
“The fuck he does!”
“Shut it!” Steve screamed. The usually calm Film Maker jumped up and flipped the table over, making Derek stuck underneath. “I can't take anymore of your fuckin' bullshit. It's always fuck this, and shit that, and titters and vagina's! Gah! I've had it! I'm leaving!” With that, Steve stormed off towards the entrance of the mall.
Ethan stood, eyebrow raised. “Hmm, I wonder if this has anything to do with his computer being on the fritz?”
Logan shook his head. “Who knows man, who knows.”
“I'm still stuck underneath here.” Derek cried out from under the table. After a minute of his friends getting it off of him, Derek jumped up and turned to the direction that Steve had took. “You know, he's still got Bebo's keys from the prank we pulled earlier this morning.”
“Aww shit!” Logan cried out as he raced forward, followed shortly by the rest of the gang. T.J. Just walked.
As Logan and the others turned the corner towards the entrance, they saw Steve in the back of a group of people who seemed to be crowding around something. Logan being the first one to reach him, asked the obvious question. “What the hell's going on?”
Steve kept his eyes ahead, a slight bit of sweat was on his forehead. “Look.” He said as he nodded forward. The rest of the gang turned and looked ahead of them. Near the entrance were at least five people. Two of them were holding back a man who was moaning and biting at the air, blood stained his mouth and shirt. The 4th man was holding the 5th man's arm, was seemed to have a huge chunk taken out of his arm, and the bleeding seemed to just keep coming. “I was just about to walk out the doors when the guy cut in front of me. If he hadn't, I'd been the one on the floor with a bite.” Steve said.
Ethan widened his eyes a little. “You guys don't think that he's a...well you know.”
Derek gulped. “What? A Zombie? Come on man, you've watched too many Romero films.”
“AHHHGHH!” The struggling man slipped loose from one of the restrainers, and bit into the one still holding onto him. Blood oozed forth like a fountain from hell, and the man fell to the floor screaming, with the crazed attacker still chewing on his arm. The second man tried pulling the cannibalistic maniac off of the poor guy, but his grip was strong. Suddenly, with a sick snapping and tearing sound, the man on the ground's arm just came off, and more blood came out.
That's when the screaming started.
-Dundull's Office-Underground-
General Dundull sat silently behind his desk, watching the clock right above the door to his bathroom tick by slowly. As each minute passed, he gaze seemed to intensify, almost as if he were trying by some force of will to stop time.
A knock at the door made him avert his eyes. “Enter.” His voice commanded, leaving a small trail of power in its echo.
Leudenburg strutted into the room, hands in his coats pockets and a broad smile on his face. “Well Dundull, it seems that all things are going according to plan eh'?” The Dr. flopped down into the seat facing Dundull, he leaned on his elbow.
Dundull showed no emotion to Leudenburg's sudden entry, but inside he was trying his hardest not to just snap the mans neck right then and there. That had been the original plan actually, to dispose of Leudenburg as soon as his usefulness had expired. But Dundull had found out soon that the Doctor wasn't an idiot, nor that easy to kill. Almost on the first day of work for this project, some 4 years ago, Leudenburg declared outright that if he should be killed in the confines of the Underground Facility, he'd unleash every known Virus known to man inside it.
Blinking slowly, Dundull reached into one of his desk drawers and pulled out two cups, and a bottle of Whiskey. Pouring himself a bigger portion that Leudenburg, he passed the glass over to the Doctor. “Yes, it would seem that way, wouldn't it?” He drowned the entire glass in one gulp.
Leudenburg raised a brow, swishing his drink with a finger. “You sound as though you don't have full trust in this project that you've been funding for so long, General.”
Dundull began pouring himself another glass. “Oh I have full faith in the Project, Doctor, it's you I have trouble laying faith in.”
The Doctor smiled, taking a drink out of his glass. “Oh you have nothing to worry about Dundull, if there's one thing I thrive on, it's misery, and this project is sure to cause a whole damn lot of it.”
Dundull squinted his eyes, staring directly at the Doctor. “That it will.”
-Town Square Mall-Aladdin's Palace Arcade-
The arcade was scarce, all the people, and the employee's had rushed off to witness the bloody mess that was happening near the front of the store. All the games were off, nobody playing them. That is, except for the House of the Dead game, being played by two expert lightgun users.
Bebo and Steve kept pulling the triggers on their fake guns, assaulting the undead more and more as they came forward in an unholy onslaught. Both of them had been seperated from the group when the crowd started freaking out. They figured the Arcade was the safest place to be right now. They were right.
Steve blew off a Zombies head, earning himself 2000 points. His score was just over 9000....Exclamation Point. "So, we're gonna' have to go back and try and save the guys, aren't we?" He said to his best friend without looking off the screen.
Bebo grinned and nodded as he blasted three more Zombies. "Yup."
"You do realize the chances of us pulling something this fucked up are Three Billion to One right?" Steve said, somehow knowing that odd little piece of info.
Bebo's brow twitched slightly. "Never tell me the odds." With one last shot, the level was cleared. Their scores showed up, putting them at the top of the list, and a confirmation for initials waited. Bebo put in a quick letter, then grinned.
ASS:16,0089,000
Steve rubbed his face with his hand and shook in head. "Let's just raid the Janitors closet." Steve walked over to the closet marked, JANITOR, with Bebo following behind. Turning the handle, he found the door opened quite easily. "Hmm, convienent." Walking in, he looked around for a possible weapon. He found what he was looking for in the form of a Mop. Unscrewing the top part, Steve slammed his foot on the middle of the mop, then fell backwards. Standing back up, he gave Bebo a look as he tried a second time to break it in half, this time succeding. "There, two sharp pointy things to stab through their eyes. What'd you find Bebo?"
As if on cue, Bebo held up a pair of hedgeclippers, only the screw was removed so that they were now a deadly pair of blades. "Steve, you realize this Janitor has some odd tools for a City Mall?"
"Don't question fate Bebo, now let's go save our friends."
Bebo sighed. "Like we always do I guess."
-Town Square Mall-Victoria's Secret-
"AHHHHH! We're gonna' die!" Derek screamed as he ran around the Lingere store, completely forgetting about the perversion he could be doing right now.
Logan stood off to the side, a look of annoyance on his face. "Damnit Derek! Now's not the time to be freakin' out!" Sighing, he walked to the front of this stores entrance, peeking out into the hallway. He could see a score of people runnining towards the front, where the incident had happened. "We gotta' find some weapons if we're gonna' fight these things. Hey Derek!"
Derek continued to run around, not caring if Logan thought him a pussy. "Fuck man! We're fucked like Prostitues with no morals!"
Logan twitched his eye. "Damnit Derek! What would Captain Falcon do?!"
Almost immediatly, the slightly fat screaming lad stopped in his tracks, a slight sparkle in his eye. "You're right Logan, Captain Falcon wouldn't take this kinda' shit! He'd be out there on the front lines, kicking their faces in with his ripply muscles! He'd be taking action! I need to take action! Arrgghh!" He struck out, performing a very convincing Falcon Punch, only it struck a Manican, sending it into and crashing through the store window.
Derek and Logan blinked, surprised that shit like that had just happened. "Blame it on the Zombies." They both said.
Logan looked around, rubbing his chin of masucline facial hair while doing so. "Hmm, where oh where could some weapons be?"
"Weapons? Dude, we're in a fuckin' Undie's store, what possible weapons could there be-oh hey look!" Derek said as he picked up a Hammer from the floor. Logan looked down and found himself a Crowbar. They both looked at eachother, slightly confused. "Logan, where the hell did these things come from?"
Logan shrugged. "Who gives a fuck. Now let's go kick ass!"
"Yarrgh!"
-Town Square Mall-Sears-
Basically all the stores by now were empty, all the people having rushed to see what the fuck was going on. If only those poor, stupid, fat, retarted, bastards knew what they were doing.
Sears was surprisingly quiet, almost no noise going on. Except for a small whistle, which sounded like the Kill Bill one. No surprise as to who it was that was singing it, as three young men in matching black suits and Sunglasses came walking around a rack of clothes.
Kyle, Storm, and Ethan all wore very expensive suits, and glasses. Ethan had tied his hair back, and Storm put on his Jason Statham look, while Kyle just grinned. Each of them had just raided Home Depo, which just happened to be in the Town Square Mall. Ethan had two small Hatchets, Kyle was carrying a sledgehammer with a portable drill strapped to his waist, while Storm had a shovel laying on his shoulders. They were pumped and ready to kick ass, and they looked fuckin' awesome too.
"Aww yeah! We about to fuck yo' shit up!" Ethan exclaimed.
"Hope they don't get blood on this suit, just bought it." Storm said, though no one was listening.
"Dude." Kyle said as he kept grinning.
-McDonalds-
T.J. Stood in line, having left the group after Steve's outburst. He was looking forward to a warm Coffee and Chicken Tenders.
-Max Brooks
_____________________________________________________________________
-Underground research facility-Owensboro Kentucky-
Exactly 1.4 miles beneath the concrete metropolis of Owensboro, the Governments most secretive section of Scientific and Military studies buzzes at it's latest, and possible most incredible find yet. Their steel structure of a home, composed of highly dense space materials, generated by Hydro-Electric generators, and stocked with the finest Medical, Military, and Scientific minds the world has ever seen, is about to go through an entirely new turn in its history.
In the main Operations/Research room, a number of Scientists, all wearing white lab coats, blink in astonishment at their latest discovery. Nearly all of them feel the need to jump up in down in joy, but they keep their professional endeavor for the need of appearance. They are all standing around a large, glass tube, filled to the brim with a glowing orange like substance. Computers and graphs are implanted at the base of the large tube, processing and delivering the data being given.
The head Scientist, Dr. Leudenburg, grins a crooked grin. The man stands barely at 5'3, and he is extremely skinny. He appears to be in his late 40's, but that could never be fully right. His balding blond hair is combed over, hiding what little signs of aging are coming to. He rubs his hands together feverishly, hardly believing what he and his colleagues had finally discovered. After months of painstaking trial and error, after failure and failure again, they had finally succeeded in cheating death. They had cheated, God!
The lab doors swished open, and a cache of men in high class body armors stormed in, performed the standard positions, and stationed themselves where their backs were not exposed. Following closely behind them was a man in a regular army uniform, with red beret added. He easily stood 6'2, and was obviously all muscle. He had a prominent red mustache, combed in the bushy style, and he had a long pale scar running over his left eye and down to his jaw. His eye had no iris from the effects of the scar. This man was General Dundull, a man who's reputation didn't exceed him. The man was known for having a ruthless and almost blood thirsty attitude about battle, and all those who had served under him could confirm this.
The General moved forward, and the soldiers stood at attention. The Scientists stepped aside as he came to stand directly beside Leudenburg. He stared silently at the tank of orange for several minutes, observing the contents of it. “So, you've perfected the process finally.” It wasn't a question, everyone knew that The General wouldn't have his time wasted with news of more failure, the last to have made that mistake was currently being processed into meat at a New Jersey Deli.
Leudenburg smiled, adverting his eyes towards Dundull's unmoving ones. “Yes, it took quite a while, and it was a pain in the ass to do, but we've finally done it!”
Dundull kept his face blank, eyes still on the tank. “Have you proceeded with tests of the Virus yet?”
Leudenburg nodded slowly. “We've tested the substance on common house cats and feral dogs. 100% of the time the Virus takes over the host within 20 minutes of death, 50 if the host is injected.”
“And what about, bigger subjects?” Dundull's eye slightly gleamed over, just for a second.
The Doctor grinned maliciously. “Well, I thought you could come up for an answer to that. After all, infecting a staff member down here is a very unwise choice, so I thought I'd leave it in your hands.”
Dundull blinked once, his eyes watching the orange substance like a statue. A small smile cracked its way to his lips. “The word, Field Test, comes to mind.”
-Town Square Mall-Owensboro-
The Town Square Mall was in full swing, today was the big sale at Spencer's Gifts, and all the little fuckers were getting as much shit as possible. Over a ways from the madness of Price Tag Hell, the Food Court was almost scarce except for a group of 8 teens, just sitting on their asses and eating poorly made pizza.
The first member of the group you'd notice would probably be Steve Cook, seeing as he's wearing a fuckin' green hoodie while it's 98 degrees outside. Steve was a very relaxed person, as seen by the way he slouched forward in his chair. Next to him sat Bebo, his real name lost for all eternity. And on the other side of Steve was the ever sexy Derek Storm, AKA:Bad Mutha' Fucka'. Across from them sat Derek Shemwell, AKA:Fat Bastard, Logan Gaither, and Kyle Trogden, almost counter opposites. Off to the side sitting on the cold as fuck bench was Ethan, AKA:Slinky Dinky, and T.J., formerly known as Welshey.
All of these horrible rejects of society were bored out of their minds. Apparently through some strange way, Storm and Ethan had accidentally set fire to some of the silly string at Spencer's, and were banned for 6 months. This happened 3 minutes ago.
Derek slammed his fist down onto the poorly made table, causing Bebo's drink to spill over, and making him cry slightly. “Dammit Stormy, how are we supposed to buy fake dog poo now that you and Ethan got us kicked out!?”
But alas, Storm just shrugged his shoulders. “It's no big deal, I mean we did get to set some stuff on fire.”
Derek twitched his eye. “Yeah, but I was on the can when you did it, so I never even got to see it!”
“Speaking of which, how's your stool doing Shemie?” Storm asked, narrowly dodging a thrown fry.
Rolling his eyes, Logan took a sip of his coke. “Jeez Derek, it's not so bad, at least we're all hanging out, and that happens less than often now a days.”
Derek sat back down, grumbling something about payback and cheese. Bebo and Kyle were discussing the basics of how to toss a Molotov Cocktail, and the argument was getting pretty HEATED.
“If ya' toss it underhanded, you'll be able to get a better angle and distance.” Kyle said while tearing a bite out of his pizza.
Bebo shook his head in disagreement. “Sure, if you wanna' take the chance of getting burned from spills. Tossing it overhanded adds more force, thus allowing for a greater shatter and therefore burst of flame.”
Kyle frowned. “Alright, this isn't getting us anywhere. T.J., you think underhand is better right?” Kyle asked, turning towards their silent friend.
T.J. Blinked slowly. “Hmm.” He replied.
Kyle grinned. “There, what'd I tell ya', T.J. Even agrees with me.”
Bebo sighed. “Dammit Kyle, he obviously meant no by that “hmm”, and therefore agrees with me!”
“The fuck he does!”
“Shut it!” Steve screamed. The usually calm Film Maker jumped up and flipped the table over, making Derek stuck underneath. “I can't take anymore of your fuckin' bullshit. It's always fuck this, and shit that, and titters and vagina's! Gah! I've had it! I'm leaving!” With that, Steve stormed off towards the entrance of the mall.
Ethan stood, eyebrow raised. “Hmm, I wonder if this has anything to do with his computer being on the fritz?”
Logan shook his head. “Who knows man, who knows.”
“I'm still stuck underneath here.” Derek cried out from under the table. After a minute of his friends getting it off of him, Derek jumped up and turned to the direction that Steve had took. “You know, he's still got Bebo's keys from the prank we pulled earlier this morning.”
“Aww shit!” Logan cried out as he raced forward, followed shortly by the rest of the gang. T.J. Just walked.
As Logan and the others turned the corner towards the entrance, they saw Steve in the back of a group of people who seemed to be crowding around something. Logan being the first one to reach him, asked the obvious question. “What the hell's going on?”
Steve kept his eyes ahead, a slight bit of sweat was on his forehead. “Look.” He said as he nodded forward. The rest of the gang turned and looked ahead of them. Near the entrance were at least five people. Two of them were holding back a man who was moaning and biting at the air, blood stained his mouth and shirt. The 4th man was holding the 5th man's arm, was seemed to have a huge chunk taken out of his arm, and the bleeding seemed to just keep coming. “I was just about to walk out the doors when the guy cut in front of me. If he hadn't, I'd been the one on the floor with a bite.” Steve said.
Ethan widened his eyes a little. “You guys don't think that he's a...well you know.”
Derek gulped. “What? A Zombie? Come on man, you've watched too many Romero films.”
“AHHHGHH!” The struggling man slipped loose from one of the restrainers, and bit into the one still holding onto him. Blood oozed forth like a fountain from hell, and the man fell to the floor screaming, with the crazed attacker still chewing on his arm. The second man tried pulling the cannibalistic maniac off of the poor guy, but his grip was strong. Suddenly, with a sick snapping and tearing sound, the man on the ground's arm just came off, and more blood came out.
That's when the screaming started.
-Dundull's Office-Underground-
General Dundull sat silently behind his desk, watching the clock right above the door to his bathroom tick by slowly. As each minute passed, he gaze seemed to intensify, almost as if he were trying by some force of will to stop time.
A knock at the door made him avert his eyes. “Enter.” His voice commanded, leaving a small trail of power in its echo.
Leudenburg strutted into the room, hands in his coats pockets and a broad smile on his face. “Well Dundull, it seems that all things are going according to plan eh'?” The Dr. flopped down into the seat facing Dundull, he leaned on his elbow.
Dundull showed no emotion to Leudenburg's sudden entry, but inside he was trying his hardest not to just snap the mans neck right then and there. That had been the original plan actually, to dispose of Leudenburg as soon as his usefulness had expired. But Dundull had found out soon that the Doctor wasn't an idiot, nor that easy to kill. Almost on the first day of work for this project, some 4 years ago, Leudenburg declared outright that if he should be killed in the confines of the Underground Facility, he'd unleash every known Virus known to man inside it.
Blinking slowly, Dundull reached into one of his desk drawers and pulled out two cups, and a bottle of Whiskey. Pouring himself a bigger portion that Leudenburg, he passed the glass over to the Doctor. “Yes, it would seem that way, wouldn't it?” He drowned the entire glass in one gulp.
Leudenburg raised a brow, swishing his drink with a finger. “You sound as though you don't have full trust in this project that you've been funding for so long, General.”
Dundull began pouring himself another glass. “Oh I have full faith in the Project, Doctor, it's you I have trouble laying faith in.”
The Doctor smiled, taking a drink out of his glass. “Oh you have nothing to worry about Dundull, if there's one thing I thrive on, it's misery, and this project is sure to cause a whole damn lot of it.”
Dundull squinted his eyes, staring directly at the Doctor. “That it will.”
-Town Square Mall-Aladdin's Palace Arcade-
The arcade was scarce, all the people, and the employee's had rushed off to witness the bloody mess that was happening near the front of the store. All the games were off, nobody playing them. That is, except for the House of the Dead game, being played by two expert lightgun users.
Bebo and Steve kept pulling the triggers on their fake guns, assaulting the undead more and more as they came forward in an unholy onslaught. Both of them had been seperated from the group when the crowd started freaking out. They figured the Arcade was the safest place to be right now. They were right.
Steve blew off a Zombies head, earning himself 2000 points. His score was just over 9000....Exclamation Point. "So, we're gonna' have to go back and try and save the guys, aren't we?" He said to his best friend without looking off the screen.
Bebo grinned and nodded as he blasted three more Zombies. "Yup."
"You do realize the chances of us pulling something this fucked up are Three Billion to One right?" Steve said, somehow knowing that odd little piece of info.
Bebo's brow twitched slightly. "Never tell me the odds." With one last shot, the level was cleared. Their scores showed up, putting them at the top of the list, and a confirmation for initials waited. Bebo put in a quick letter, then grinned.
ASS:16,0089,000
Steve rubbed his face with his hand and shook in head. "Let's just raid the Janitors closet." Steve walked over to the closet marked, JANITOR, with Bebo following behind. Turning the handle, he found the door opened quite easily. "Hmm, convienent." Walking in, he looked around for a possible weapon. He found what he was looking for in the form of a Mop. Unscrewing the top part, Steve slammed his foot on the middle of the mop, then fell backwards. Standing back up, he gave Bebo a look as he tried a second time to break it in half, this time succeding. "There, two sharp pointy things to stab through their eyes. What'd you find Bebo?"
As if on cue, Bebo held up a pair of hedgeclippers, only the screw was removed so that they were now a deadly pair of blades. "Steve, you realize this Janitor has some odd tools for a City Mall?"
"Don't question fate Bebo, now let's go save our friends."
Bebo sighed. "Like we always do I guess."
-Town Square Mall-Victoria's Secret-
"AHHHHH! We're gonna' die!" Derek screamed as he ran around the Lingere store, completely forgetting about the perversion he could be doing right now.
Logan stood off to the side, a look of annoyance on his face. "Damnit Derek! Now's not the time to be freakin' out!" Sighing, he walked to the front of this stores entrance, peeking out into the hallway. He could see a score of people runnining towards the front, where the incident had happened. "We gotta' find some weapons if we're gonna' fight these things. Hey Derek!"
Derek continued to run around, not caring if Logan thought him a pussy. "Fuck man! We're fucked like Prostitues with no morals!"
Logan twitched his eye. "Damnit Derek! What would Captain Falcon do?!"
Almost immediatly, the slightly fat screaming lad stopped in his tracks, a slight sparkle in his eye. "You're right Logan, Captain Falcon wouldn't take this kinda' shit! He'd be out there on the front lines, kicking their faces in with his ripply muscles! He'd be taking action! I need to take action! Arrgghh!" He struck out, performing a very convincing Falcon Punch, only it struck a Manican, sending it into and crashing through the store window.
Derek and Logan blinked, surprised that shit like that had just happened. "Blame it on the Zombies." They both said.
Logan looked around, rubbing his chin of masucline facial hair while doing so. "Hmm, where oh where could some weapons be?"
"Weapons? Dude, we're in a fuckin' Undie's store, what possible weapons could there be-oh hey look!" Derek said as he picked up a Hammer from the floor. Logan looked down and found himself a Crowbar. They both looked at eachother, slightly confused. "Logan, where the hell did these things come from?"
Logan shrugged. "Who gives a fuck. Now let's go kick ass!"
"Yarrgh!"
-Town Square Mall-Sears-
Basically all the stores by now were empty, all the people having rushed to see what the fuck was going on. If only those poor, stupid, fat, retarted, bastards knew what they were doing.
Sears was surprisingly quiet, almost no noise going on. Except for a small whistle, which sounded like the Kill Bill one. No surprise as to who it was that was singing it, as three young men in matching black suits and Sunglasses came walking around a rack of clothes.
Kyle, Storm, and Ethan all wore very expensive suits, and glasses. Ethan had tied his hair back, and Storm put on his Jason Statham look, while Kyle just grinned. Each of them had just raided Home Depo, which just happened to be in the Town Square Mall. Ethan had two small Hatchets, Kyle was carrying a sledgehammer with a portable drill strapped to his waist, while Storm had a shovel laying on his shoulders. They were pumped and ready to kick ass, and they looked fuckin' awesome too.
"Aww yeah! We about to fuck yo' shit up!" Ethan exclaimed.
"Hope they don't get blood on this suit, just bought it." Storm said, though no one was listening.
"Dude." Kyle said as he kept grinning.
-McDonalds-
T.J. Stood in line, having left the group after Steve's outburst. He was looking forward to a warm Coffee and Chicken Tenders.
