Archaic Slang Words
23-03-2004, 16:28
OOC: READ THIS! UNDERSTAND PARAMETERS!
To give you an idea of Return of the Living Dead compared to Night of the Living Dead or Resident Evil... you see, in those movies, we're talking about really stupid re-animated corpses that hardly think, can't talk, and just kind of amble along, and are killed by a bullet to the head. When I say Return of the Living Dead, I'm talking about the comic movie version of Night of the Living Dead. In this version, we're not looking at a bunch of survivalist para-military freaks or cops or SWAT members fighting the undead, we're talking about stoner-junkie-punk-goth-derelict teens and really stupid adults inexperienced in combat taking on semi-intelligent, re-animated corpses that can run, talk, and act in a generally intelligent manner and cannot be killed, save the corpse being entirely burned. Obviously, this poses a bit of a problem for our young/old/decaying victims, but whatever the case may be, it will be interesting. You will receive weapons, and for the sake of making it somewhat easier on the RPers, a bullet to the head will knock the zombie out for said period.
This RP is also intended to be in a humorous manner, after our beloved movie, Return of the Living Dead (Holy Sh*t, are those re-animated dog halves? *Dog panting, tail wagging* Ahh! Ahh! *Beats dog-halve with a crutch while screaming, dog whimpers*). So don't take this seriously, even if you die. Re-animate yourself and keep on playing, because, hey, you aren't an idiot ambling zombie who just thrives on instinct. Heck, no! You can talk, run through police barricades, and scream "brains" to your heart's content. You're going to be half-decayed, though, so sudden jolts will tear off limbs or your head (gunshots, hard kicks or punches, etc.).
There are a few places you can join in. You can either control a set of characters or a single character. You can be either a raver(s) from the 10 o’clock rave or some random wanderer(s) on the streets or in a house. You may also be an undead. There are no cops anymore. No military nuts. No psychotic NRA members. There are just dumb ass teenagers and dumb ass adults fighting unstoppable dumb ass zombies in the streets. We’re in a relatively peaceful town, so weapons will be hard to come by. And did I make it clear we’re all dumb asses? None of us have the IQ’s of geniuses… that means no hovercrafts out of pieces of cheese and string. That means no using extremely complex machinery. Of course, if your character(s) specializes in any such thing, than by all means, you may use it if it pertains to your character(s), or if you can find a manual or instructions for it.
All characters will have an OOC list of what they’re capable of doing, just so we can refer to it and you don’t do something out of your league. So get used to it and live (or die) to the best of your abilities.Even the undead will have limits, and will be capable of doing what they could in life. Meaning, if you’re an undead locksmith and you can find the right tools, you can probably pick old-fashioned locks after a few minutes of fumbling around, presuming your fingers haven't rotted off. If you’re a living character, and don’t know how to drive, then don’t bother with a car. Simple. List everything they can do or have done that could be useful in the situation... and make sure their skills that people could have.
Cassie, Pierce, and Nathaniel (My characters) all can drive and operate guns and weapons that aren’t out of their league, i.e. civilian rifles, handguns, and shotguns. Pierce has two years of kickboxing and lifts weights & hikes significantly, so he’s extremely strong. He’s had some experience with reading maps from his hiking. Nathaniel knows about numerous preservation chemicals & medicines (UNEEDA Medical Supply, Inc. :D) and necessary shipping and packaging codes so he knows what things are where just by looking at a shipment list. Cassie has experience with computers to a minimum.
Also, when the town is infected, let us say that the infection rate is maybe 99% so most everyone will be a zombie, regardless of anything, so there won’t be gobs of survivors. Feel better already? In fact, the streets are going to be swarming. Have fun! :D
IC: Nathaniel turned over in his bed sheets, each one of them tangling around him. The clock sitting on the side read 11:49 a.m. The third time this week he’d be late to work. What did it matter, anyways? He was always late. Nothing new was expected of him. He should have been there 2 and a half hours ago, ready to perform his job of packing boxes at the local UNEEDA Medical Supply, Inc. It just goes to show what happens when you hire lazy teens.
Rolling out of the bed sheets and hitting the floor with a loud Oomph!, Christian brushed back his thick red hair so he could see. On the table rested his answering machine, with 2 new messages. Scrambling over several mounds of useless crap piled in the general vicinity, he managed to collapse in a chair nearby and hit the “Play” button.
“2 new messages. First message: Wednesday, March 24th, 2004, 9:34 a.m. Private caller.”
The familiar pre-recorded voice broke.
“Hey, uh, Nathaniel, it’s me, your boss, Rusty Fortner… um… yeah… you’re late again, and, um, I’m kind of worried about your performance at the office and all and, um, whenever you wake up, if you could come in, uh, it would be appreciated, and, um, yeah, that should be it… call me when you wake up. Yeah, just call me back, and, uh, come in as soon as you can. Ciao.”
“Second message: Wednesday, March 24th, 2004, 10:16 a.m. Private caller.”
“What’s up, Nath-y-boy! It’s Pierce! Listen up: everyone’s headed to the old graveyard across from the warehouse for a rave tonight, dude! You have to come as soon as you’re off work! It’s gonna be the fucking shit! Everyone’s gonna be there! Mike and Joey and Silent Dan and everyone, man! You gotta come! I’ll see you there, man. Peace out, dude.”
“End of messages.”
Nathaniel rolled over and picked up the phone. His first priority had to be dealt with… he dialed quickly, and the ring tone on the other line buzzed through.
“Javol, kommandant!”
“Pierce!”
“Nathaniel! ‘Bout time you come and call! What the fuck were you doing?”
“Sleeping. Rave tonight, eh? What time does it start?”
“10 p.m., sharp. 2 hours after you quit, right?”
“Yeah… listen, dude. I don’t think we should go. Remember yesterday on the news, how they warned all kinds of weird shit is gonna start happenin’ round town? I don’t think we ought to go to that rave, man. I really don’t think we should. I mean, hell. If we get in shit, the town’s gonna be abandoned and all, and…”
“Stop whining, you fucking pussy! We have to head to that rave! I mean, come on, Joey just got out prison and he’s gonna be there! We hafta head just to see him! What kind of reception would it be for our old friend if we just left him out there at a rave with a bunch of freaks?”
“Dude, I really don’t think that we---“
“Man, it’ll be fine. Trust me. Tonight, at 10. I’ll see ya there. Ciao.”
“Ciao.”
Nathaniel hung up on Pierce, and started to dial up UNEEDA Medical Supply, Inc. UNEEDA was a privately owned medical shop that a lot of nearby universities and medical schools would order equipment from. There was everything from severed dog halves for veterinarian schools, butterfly collections, and frozen limbs to crutches, medicines, and bandages. It was the medical depot of Hemet, California.
“Rusty Fortner speaking.”
“Hey, Rusty, it’s Nathaniel. What’s up, man?”
“Hey, uh, yeah, Nathaniel, not bad. Uh, listen, we need you down at the warehouse. We’ve got a lot of orders to ship out before the curfew tonight, and, uh, we need your help with it. Chris is out for the eve on some business outside of town, and he, uh, won’t be back until Friday, so, uh… yeah. Can you come in, or are you sick or something, or yeah…”
“Nah, man, I can come in. I’ll be over in a few minutes. Is that it?”
“Yeah. Ciao.”
“Ciao.”
-
Shower, shit, shave, and Nathaniel left. Outside in the hot Southern Californian air, he ran down the steps and into the parking garage where a black Honda from ’88 sat. The exterior was covered with dirt and was in desperate need of a washing, but Nathaniel didn’t care. He casually stepped inside, and drove off.
-
Nathaniel arrived at UNEEDA Medical Supply, Inc. Glancing down at his watch, the time read 12:01 p.m. There were several cars parked outside. All around him, as far as his eyes could tell, were miles of vast desert. Off in the distance were a few mountains, their peaks lost in the cloud covers. What Nathaniel wouldn’t give just to rest up there for one day instead of this burning wasteland of Hell!
On the streets, several police cars drove by. One of the cops in the shotgun seat hollered out at him a reminder of the curfew. Nath just gave him the finger and stepped inside. Immediately, he wished he brought a coat with him. Rusty always kept UNEEDA at the coldest temperature imaginable. It made him wonder if Rusty actually kept those frozen limbs in the freezer room or not.
“Hey, Nathaniel… about time you arrive, and, uh, listen… everything is set up in the store room. All you need to do, is, uh, box everything up for, uh, shipment, and yeah… that’s about it. The orders are on the clipboard against the wall. Oh, and, uh, I’m gonna take a lunch break… close up shop for me temporarily, eh? Thanks…”
Rusty walked towards the door which Nathaniel had entered and left, leaving him alone in UNEEDA. The whole place seemed so large and ominous. It was so quiet outside and the whole place had a general echo to it, only reinforcing that paranoid alone feeling. It sent a shiver down Nathaniel’s spine as he stood there, cursing under his breath at the cold.
Nathaniel headed to the rear of the building and into the warehouse. It appears that the military had asked for a rather large of cadavers for target dummies. He had best pack those up first. They tended to smell horrible if they were left out.
-
“This shit rocks!” Pierce screamed as he barreled down the little city’s streets in a black van, his car stereo blasting Ebony Tower by Nonexist. Everyone else was piled in the back. It was a long drive from Burbank to Hemet. Ever since Nathaniel moved out into the desert to escape from his family, they would always have to take 3 hour long drives just to see him every now and then. They had left at 9 and had arrived. It was now noon.
The only reason Pierce knew of the rave that night was because he had made some friends in Hemet from his last stay. It never dulled him to head out as much as he did and party all night with them. He seemed to belong there more than anyone else, but he never stayed. The quiet outskirts of the town gave him the creeps…
The outskirts of Hemet didn’t even feel like part of the town at all. They felt like an entirely separate little hamlet lodged up against the hills of the flaming desert. The population of this little area where Nathaniel lived barely even exceeded 700, and everybody knew everbody, and everybody seemed to be afraid of Nathaniel. They weren’t comfortable with out-of-towners… or at least some of the older people there. All the people from 18 to 25 moving in that area thought he wasn’t that bad. And some of the parties they would organize in the graveyards nearby were wild and often drew the cops out of their dens. It didn’t matter tonight, though.
They decided to stop to loiter in the small shops until 8 came when they’d pick up Nath as they ‘affectionately’ called him at UNEEDA.
-
The day had come and gone, and Nathaniel had finished his runs. All the packages were sealed and prepared for shipment, and the clock read 7:48 p.m. He exited into the main warehouse, and started to talk to Rusty as the door flung open. In stepped Mike and Silent Dan, each clad in their black and their Doc Martens with shaved heads and numerous skinhead tattoos all along them. It had been ages since they had seen each other, and they looked quite different.
“Guys! I always knew you were National Socialists, but this is a bit pushing it, eh?”
“Shut up, Jew-lover. It’s been forever. How’s it been out here in the desert?” Dan asked.
“Not bad. Hey, Rusty, I’m taking these last few minutes off…”
“Will he mind if we loiter?” Mike interjected. “It doesn’t start until 10, and we’ve got time to kill. Everyone wants to know if we can hang out here.”
“I don’t mind, just, uh, don’t trash anything, and yeah…” Rusty said.
“Alright! Hey, guys, you can come in!” Mike screamed out the open door at the van. The headlights clicked off and the engine silenced. Several people unloaded and stepped inside. There were a lot of greetings passed around, and everyone started catching up on old ends. Rusty stepped outside.
-
An hour and 50 minutes of idle chatter passed by, and outside, the roar of a plane approaching could be heard. It sounded like one at first, but it picked up in volume. The windows started to shake violently. Someone screamed, and Joey ran to look out the window. In the night sky, over 40 planes, crop-dusters, were flying overhead, rather low. They were flying out all over the town graveyard. A brief spray emerged from their bellies as they peppered the town, and then flew off.
“What the Hell was that about?” Joey said, walking away from the window. “They were crop-dusters, and they sprayed the town. Maybe 30 or 40 of them did it.”
“Damned if we know. We ought to not head to that rave,” Cassie said softly. “I wonder what the fuck they sprayed there…”
“Fuck that!” Dan cursed softly. “I want to have some fun. Besides, it’s probably just some water or something. And it’s gonna get washed away from the rain.”
Dan walked to the door, and flung it open. Mike and Joey followed. Pierce, Nathaniel, and Cassie were alone in UNEEDA Medical Supply, Inc. Pierce walked over, and closed the door behind them.
-
In the graveyard, maybe 40 people had arrived, and were either getting high or dancing to the loud pulse of techno music. Rain was falling gently. Overhead, a rumble was heard. Softly, at first, and then louder, louder. Somebody screamed and pointed as two crop-dusters flew overhead, and sprayed their load. Numerous people cried out as they were drenched with what felt like burning oil. Some girl started to scream out about how her flesh felt like it was on fire.
A man, clad in thick leather, stood up. Out in the streets, numerous citizens had emerged. Whatever the chemical was that had been sprayed was pouring everywhere, and a thin mist hung in the air, burying deep into every individual’s lungs. Several broke into coughing fits, and several people with weak lungs collapsed into a mass and started twitching uncontrollably. Several cops out in the street who were at a nearby donut shop stared up at the sky, confused as to what had just happened.
Out in the graveyard, someone screamed out loud. The cry echoed up and down the streets, and caught almost everyone’s ear…
-
A boy, dressed in fatigues, was crawling away, whimpering. Several hands had burst out of the soil from a nearby grave, and were clawing at his leg, holding onto him. A head began to appear, a rotting skull, with a mass of flesh all over. It looked at him, and grinned, pulling itself over the ground towards him. Several other corpses were digging out, and surrounding him. One of them was moaning and crying “brains”…
It would have seemed all too hilarious to onlookers, if they knew it weren’t real and happening before their eyes. One of the corpses pounced on the boy’s head as he screamed out loud, and sunk it’s teeth deep into his skull. People scattered in all directions, as a wave of the undead ran into the streets. Some people turned to run, but were quickly overcome by the numerous undead chasing after them.
Inside UNEEDA Medical Supply, Inc., Pierce turned away from the window, cursing. He looked pale, and his hand was shaking.
“Damn it, Pierce. We’re lucky we aren’t outside,” Nathaniel said softly.
“Maybe we should try to escape?” Cassie suggested softly.
“And how the Hell do you propose that, Cassie?! Huh? We’re trapped in the middle of fucking nowhere surrounded by cannibal undead! It’s just like that movie… uh… Return of the Living Dead!”
“And how did that movie end?” Nathaniel asked, softly.
“Everyone dies…”
“SHIT!” Nathaniel screamed violently. “I should never have come to this shitty little town! It’s a fucking death trap! Goddamn it!”
-
OOC: You may join in now. You may either be a survivor or set of them, or an undead. Enjoy!
To give you an idea of Return of the Living Dead compared to Night of the Living Dead or Resident Evil... you see, in those movies, we're talking about really stupid re-animated corpses that hardly think, can't talk, and just kind of amble along, and are killed by a bullet to the head. When I say Return of the Living Dead, I'm talking about the comic movie version of Night of the Living Dead. In this version, we're not looking at a bunch of survivalist para-military freaks or cops or SWAT members fighting the undead, we're talking about stoner-junkie-punk-goth-derelict teens and really stupid adults inexperienced in combat taking on semi-intelligent, re-animated corpses that can run, talk, and act in a generally intelligent manner and cannot be killed, save the corpse being entirely burned. Obviously, this poses a bit of a problem for our young/old/decaying victims, but whatever the case may be, it will be interesting. You will receive weapons, and for the sake of making it somewhat easier on the RPers, a bullet to the head will knock the zombie out for said period.
This RP is also intended to be in a humorous manner, after our beloved movie, Return of the Living Dead (Holy Sh*t, are those re-animated dog halves? *Dog panting, tail wagging* Ahh! Ahh! *Beats dog-halve with a crutch while screaming, dog whimpers*). So don't take this seriously, even if you die. Re-animate yourself and keep on playing, because, hey, you aren't an idiot ambling zombie who just thrives on instinct. Heck, no! You can talk, run through police barricades, and scream "brains" to your heart's content. You're going to be half-decayed, though, so sudden jolts will tear off limbs or your head (gunshots, hard kicks or punches, etc.).
There are a few places you can join in. You can either control a set of characters or a single character. You can be either a raver(s) from the 10 o’clock rave or some random wanderer(s) on the streets or in a house. You may also be an undead. There are no cops anymore. No military nuts. No psychotic NRA members. There are just dumb ass teenagers and dumb ass adults fighting unstoppable dumb ass zombies in the streets. We’re in a relatively peaceful town, so weapons will be hard to come by. And did I make it clear we’re all dumb asses? None of us have the IQ’s of geniuses… that means no hovercrafts out of pieces of cheese and string. That means no using extremely complex machinery. Of course, if your character(s) specializes in any such thing, than by all means, you may use it if it pertains to your character(s), or if you can find a manual or instructions for it.
All characters will have an OOC list of what they’re capable of doing, just so we can refer to it and you don’t do something out of your league. So get used to it and live (or die) to the best of your abilities.Even the undead will have limits, and will be capable of doing what they could in life. Meaning, if you’re an undead locksmith and you can find the right tools, you can probably pick old-fashioned locks after a few minutes of fumbling around, presuming your fingers haven't rotted off. If you’re a living character, and don’t know how to drive, then don’t bother with a car. Simple. List everything they can do or have done that could be useful in the situation... and make sure their skills that people could have.
Cassie, Pierce, and Nathaniel (My characters) all can drive and operate guns and weapons that aren’t out of their league, i.e. civilian rifles, handguns, and shotguns. Pierce has two years of kickboxing and lifts weights & hikes significantly, so he’s extremely strong. He’s had some experience with reading maps from his hiking. Nathaniel knows about numerous preservation chemicals & medicines (UNEEDA Medical Supply, Inc. :D) and necessary shipping and packaging codes so he knows what things are where just by looking at a shipment list. Cassie has experience with computers to a minimum.
Also, when the town is infected, let us say that the infection rate is maybe 99% so most everyone will be a zombie, regardless of anything, so there won’t be gobs of survivors. Feel better already? In fact, the streets are going to be swarming. Have fun! :D
IC: Nathaniel turned over in his bed sheets, each one of them tangling around him. The clock sitting on the side read 11:49 a.m. The third time this week he’d be late to work. What did it matter, anyways? He was always late. Nothing new was expected of him. He should have been there 2 and a half hours ago, ready to perform his job of packing boxes at the local UNEEDA Medical Supply, Inc. It just goes to show what happens when you hire lazy teens.
Rolling out of the bed sheets and hitting the floor with a loud Oomph!, Christian brushed back his thick red hair so he could see. On the table rested his answering machine, with 2 new messages. Scrambling over several mounds of useless crap piled in the general vicinity, he managed to collapse in a chair nearby and hit the “Play” button.
“2 new messages. First message: Wednesday, March 24th, 2004, 9:34 a.m. Private caller.”
The familiar pre-recorded voice broke.
“Hey, uh, Nathaniel, it’s me, your boss, Rusty Fortner… um… yeah… you’re late again, and, um, I’m kind of worried about your performance at the office and all and, um, whenever you wake up, if you could come in, uh, it would be appreciated, and, um, yeah, that should be it… call me when you wake up. Yeah, just call me back, and, uh, come in as soon as you can. Ciao.”
“Second message: Wednesday, March 24th, 2004, 10:16 a.m. Private caller.”
“What’s up, Nath-y-boy! It’s Pierce! Listen up: everyone’s headed to the old graveyard across from the warehouse for a rave tonight, dude! You have to come as soon as you’re off work! It’s gonna be the fucking shit! Everyone’s gonna be there! Mike and Joey and Silent Dan and everyone, man! You gotta come! I’ll see you there, man. Peace out, dude.”
“End of messages.”
Nathaniel rolled over and picked up the phone. His first priority had to be dealt with… he dialed quickly, and the ring tone on the other line buzzed through.
“Javol, kommandant!”
“Pierce!”
“Nathaniel! ‘Bout time you come and call! What the fuck were you doing?”
“Sleeping. Rave tonight, eh? What time does it start?”
“10 p.m., sharp. 2 hours after you quit, right?”
“Yeah… listen, dude. I don’t think we should go. Remember yesterday on the news, how they warned all kinds of weird shit is gonna start happenin’ round town? I don’t think we ought to go to that rave, man. I really don’t think we should. I mean, hell. If we get in shit, the town’s gonna be abandoned and all, and…”
“Stop whining, you fucking pussy! We have to head to that rave! I mean, come on, Joey just got out prison and he’s gonna be there! We hafta head just to see him! What kind of reception would it be for our old friend if we just left him out there at a rave with a bunch of freaks?”
“Dude, I really don’t think that we---“
“Man, it’ll be fine. Trust me. Tonight, at 10. I’ll see ya there. Ciao.”
“Ciao.”
Nathaniel hung up on Pierce, and started to dial up UNEEDA Medical Supply, Inc. UNEEDA was a privately owned medical shop that a lot of nearby universities and medical schools would order equipment from. There was everything from severed dog halves for veterinarian schools, butterfly collections, and frozen limbs to crutches, medicines, and bandages. It was the medical depot of Hemet, California.
“Rusty Fortner speaking.”
“Hey, Rusty, it’s Nathaniel. What’s up, man?”
“Hey, uh, yeah, Nathaniel, not bad. Uh, listen, we need you down at the warehouse. We’ve got a lot of orders to ship out before the curfew tonight, and, uh, we need your help with it. Chris is out for the eve on some business outside of town, and he, uh, won’t be back until Friday, so, uh… yeah. Can you come in, or are you sick or something, or yeah…”
“Nah, man, I can come in. I’ll be over in a few minutes. Is that it?”
“Yeah. Ciao.”
“Ciao.”
-
Shower, shit, shave, and Nathaniel left. Outside in the hot Southern Californian air, he ran down the steps and into the parking garage where a black Honda from ’88 sat. The exterior was covered with dirt and was in desperate need of a washing, but Nathaniel didn’t care. He casually stepped inside, and drove off.
-
Nathaniel arrived at UNEEDA Medical Supply, Inc. Glancing down at his watch, the time read 12:01 p.m. There were several cars parked outside. All around him, as far as his eyes could tell, were miles of vast desert. Off in the distance were a few mountains, their peaks lost in the cloud covers. What Nathaniel wouldn’t give just to rest up there for one day instead of this burning wasteland of Hell!
On the streets, several police cars drove by. One of the cops in the shotgun seat hollered out at him a reminder of the curfew. Nath just gave him the finger and stepped inside. Immediately, he wished he brought a coat with him. Rusty always kept UNEEDA at the coldest temperature imaginable. It made him wonder if Rusty actually kept those frozen limbs in the freezer room or not.
“Hey, Nathaniel… about time you arrive, and, uh, listen… everything is set up in the store room. All you need to do, is, uh, box everything up for, uh, shipment, and yeah… that’s about it. The orders are on the clipboard against the wall. Oh, and, uh, I’m gonna take a lunch break… close up shop for me temporarily, eh? Thanks…”
Rusty walked towards the door which Nathaniel had entered and left, leaving him alone in UNEEDA. The whole place seemed so large and ominous. It was so quiet outside and the whole place had a general echo to it, only reinforcing that paranoid alone feeling. It sent a shiver down Nathaniel’s spine as he stood there, cursing under his breath at the cold.
Nathaniel headed to the rear of the building and into the warehouse. It appears that the military had asked for a rather large of cadavers for target dummies. He had best pack those up first. They tended to smell horrible if they were left out.
-
“This shit rocks!” Pierce screamed as he barreled down the little city’s streets in a black van, his car stereo blasting Ebony Tower by Nonexist. Everyone else was piled in the back. It was a long drive from Burbank to Hemet. Ever since Nathaniel moved out into the desert to escape from his family, they would always have to take 3 hour long drives just to see him every now and then. They had left at 9 and had arrived. It was now noon.
The only reason Pierce knew of the rave that night was because he had made some friends in Hemet from his last stay. It never dulled him to head out as much as he did and party all night with them. He seemed to belong there more than anyone else, but he never stayed. The quiet outskirts of the town gave him the creeps…
The outskirts of Hemet didn’t even feel like part of the town at all. They felt like an entirely separate little hamlet lodged up against the hills of the flaming desert. The population of this little area where Nathaniel lived barely even exceeded 700, and everybody knew everbody, and everybody seemed to be afraid of Nathaniel. They weren’t comfortable with out-of-towners… or at least some of the older people there. All the people from 18 to 25 moving in that area thought he wasn’t that bad. And some of the parties they would organize in the graveyards nearby were wild and often drew the cops out of their dens. It didn’t matter tonight, though.
They decided to stop to loiter in the small shops until 8 came when they’d pick up Nath as they ‘affectionately’ called him at UNEEDA.
-
The day had come and gone, and Nathaniel had finished his runs. All the packages were sealed and prepared for shipment, and the clock read 7:48 p.m. He exited into the main warehouse, and started to talk to Rusty as the door flung open. In stepped Mike and Silent Dan, each clad in their black and their Doc Martens with shaved heads and numerous skinhead tattoos all along them. It had been ages since they had seen each other, and they looked quite different.
“Guys! I always knew you were National Socialists, but this is a bit pushing it, eh?”
“Shut up, Jew-lover. It’s been forever. How’s it been out here in the desert?” Dan asked.
“Not bad. Hey, Rusty, I’m taking these last few minutes off…”
“Will he mind if we loiter?” Mike interjected. “It doesn’t start until 10, and we’ve got time to kill. Everyone wants to know if we can hang out here.”
“I don’t mind, just, uh, don’t trash anything, and yeah…” Rusty said.
“Alright! Hey, guys, you can come in!” Mike screamed out the open door at the van. The headlights clicked off and the engine silenced. Several people unloaded and stepped inside. There were a lot of greetings passed around, and everyone started catching up on old ends. Rusty stepped outside.
-
An hour and 50 minutes of idle chatter passed by, and outside, the roar of a plane approaching could be heard. It sounded like one at first, but it picked up in volume. The windows started to shake violently. Someone screamed, and Joey ran to look out the window. In the night sky, over 40 planes, crop-dusters, were flying overhead, rather low. They were flying out all over the town graveyard. A brief spray emerged from their bellies as they peppered the town, and then flew off.
“What the Hell was that about?” Joey said, walking away from the window. “They were crop-dusters, and they sprayed the town. Maybe 30 or 40 of them did it.”
“Damned if we know. We ought to not head to that rave,” Cassie said softly. “I wonder what the fuck they sprayed there…”
“Fuck that!” Dan cursed softly. “I want to have some fun. Besides, it’s probably just some water or something. And it’s gonna get washed away from the rain.”
Dan walked to the door, and flung it open. Mike and Joey followed. Pierce, Nathaniel, and Cassie were alone in UNEEDA Medical Supply, Inc. Pierce walked over, and closed the door behind them.
-
In the graveyard, maybe 40 people had arrived, and were either getting high or dancing to the loud pulse of techno music. Rain was falling gently. Overhead, a rumble was heard. Softly, at first, and then louder, louder. Somebody screamed and pointed as two crop-dusters flew overhead, and sprayed their load. Numerous people cried out as they were drenched with what felt like burning oil. Some girl started to scream out about how her flesh felt like it was on fire.
A man, clad in thick leather, stood up. Out in the streets, numerous citizens had emerged. Whatever the chemical was that had been sprayed was pouring everywhere, and a thin mist hung in the air, burying deep into every individual’s lungs. Several broke into coughing fits, and several people with weak lungs collapsed into a mass and started twitching uncontrollably. Several cops out in the street who were at a nearby donut shop stared up at the sky, confused as to what had just happened.
Out in the graveyard, someone screamed out loud. The cry echoed up and down the streets, and caught almost everyone’s ear…
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A boy, dressed in fatigues, was crawling away, whimpering. Several hands had burst out of the soil from a nearby grave, and were clawing at his leg, holding onto him. A head began to appear, a rotting skull, with a mass of flesh all over. It looked at him, and grinned, pulling itself over the ground towards him. Several other corpses were digging out, and surrounding him. One of them was moaning and crying “brains”…
It would have seemed all too hilarious to onlookers, if they knew it weren’t real and happening before their eyes. One of the corpses pounced on the boy’s head as he screamed out loud, and sunk it’s teeth deep into his skull. People scattered in all directions, as a wave of the undead ran into the streets. Some people turned to run, but were quickly overcome by the numerous undead chasing after them.
Inside UNEEDA Medical Supply, Inc., Pierce turned away from the window, cursing. He looked pale, and his hand was shaking.
“Damn it, Pierce. We’re lucky we aren’t outside,” Nathaniel said softly.
“Maybe we should try to escape?” Cassie suggested softly.
“And how the Hell do you propose that, Cassie?! Huh? We’re trapped in the middle of fucking nowhere surrounded by cannibal undead! It’s just like that movie… uh… Return of the Living Dead!”
“And how did that movie end?” Nathaniel asked, softly.
“Everyone dies…”
“SHIT!” Nathaniel screamed violently. “I should never have come to this shitty little town! It’s a fucking death trap! Goddamn it!”
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OOC: You may join in now. You may either be a survivor or set of them, or an undead. Enjoy!