Zombie Apocalypse (roleplay)

I follow the directions and see the safe house.
"Is this place well supplied?"

"i sure hope so..." i say as i hold the picture of my sister close to my chest

I put my hand on Skyler's shoulder.
"Almost there.''

i felt i hand on my shoulder as i look to ori and nod

I pull the car up to the safe house and help Skyler out of the car, offering her my hand.

my gunsight moved across the car as i decided do let them live. i was not sure if i should act frienldy or hostile. it felt like i waited for years for a living soul so i put the rifle away and sneaked from house to house

Peeking out the car window, I noticed that the door was wide open. The house also felt... Abandoned.

"Where did everyone go?"

i took his hand and stepped out of the car, the picture of my sister now in my pocket as i grabbed my katana and backup pistol. "Its quiet...almost TOO quiet.." i say to the group, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. noticing that my bite had healed completely, i decided now would be a good time to tell them. "h-hey, uh, guys?"

I keep my daggers out and ready.
''yeah?''
i see a glint of light off of metal. a rifle?
i tense up, keeping my eyes on as much as i can.

"w-well, remember when i got bitten at the old safehouse...?" she asked cautiously. "w-well, t-the reason why it healed so fast was because....w-well..." she the whispers that she was experimented on just like her sister

OOC: Hm... I think I'll participate in this thing you've got going on, here. For a while, anyway.
Appearance of character is currently undecided, just think of a stereotypical mysterious cloaked figure for now. That is, if I am allowed to take part, anyway. If not, disregard this post until deletion.

Death... That was all that could be seen...
Why was there so much death, so much decay...? The blood alone in this "Safe" house was a testament to just how unsafe it actually was.

What was the point of it all, even? The zombies. What madman decided they were a good idea?
Keen ears heard movement and voices. Not groans of the dead, for once... That meant nothing, though, could very well be raiders, even if they didn't sound the part.

Why wasn't the door closed, again?

Armed with only a pistol, someone, something took cover next to the open doorway, making not a sound doing so, and keeping remarkably still upon taking cover, almost as still as the bodies.
The only thing that might've given away it's presence was the strange glint in it's eyes. But from it's position, that wouldn't be a problem.

OOC: welcome to the fun!

ic: i tug at Skyler and trust Lucario to get icy and the other.
come on, let's get inside.
i slowly approach the door, and don't hear the mindless growls and gurgles of the undead.
hello? anyone here?
i call out softly.

OOC: sorry for the double post.

ic: while doing so, i think to myself.
experimented......... just like me.
i keep myself alert for any movement, sights, or sounds.

There was a burst of movement as something leaped from the shadows at one of the two individuals to enter the room. (Oritigo.)
Before it's movement could be reacted to, a figure, dressed in dark and tattered clothes with hood, collided into the human, wrapped an arm around his/her throat, and, turning it's victim around, aimed it's pistol at the victim's head with the other.

"Weapons down! ALL of them! Do what I say or this one dies!"
The gender of this unknown assailant was made apparent as male as he shouted, using his victim as a hostage and potential human shield.

Though his hood hid the face incredibly well, it didn't hide the inhuman glint in his eyes.

OOC: I might need to be told who's who, here. Appearances and whatnot. I'm too lazy to go back fifty pages or so to find out.

As the thing wraps its arm around my throat, it is greeted only with the feeling of metal.
really?
i kick out, aiming for the wrist holding the gun while i stab his other shoulder with a dagger.

OOC: How do you kick something that's right next to your head? I'm going to assume you meant to grab the wrist holding the gun. Unless I missed something important in that mess of fifty pages I skipped?

IC: Unexpected, was the thought running through his head, followed by SON OF A BITCH!, as he felt a piercing pain in his shoulder.
Hissing, he kicked his hostage away from him, wrenching his wrist away from the bastard's grip.

The hell was that? Metal? On the throat?
No time to think anymore. He brought his gun to point at his former hostage, keeping an eye on the other one, so as not to be caught off guard.

"Let's try this one more time. Either you play nice and drop 'em, or we play rough and start shooting. I'll even ignore the bleeding hole in my shoulder if you would just Drop. Your. Weapons."

I was walking by the street with my trusty glock and axe my glock has like 2 rounds left and i'm like 5 kilometers from wallmart

OOC: Sorry Vash, we left walmart like, a year ago.

IC: Getting out of the car and just barely falling over on my crutches, I limp towards the house hearing shouts. Not good.

Arriving somewhat close to the door, I peer over and see what was happening. Time for the element of surprise!

Leaning on the faded brick wall, I poke my gun just ahead from the threshold, pointing it at the supposed hostile.

I pull the trigger, expecting a "boom" sound, but instead met with a "click" sound. Shit.

well, if ím allowed to participate, my char's name is Erathur, like everywhere else.
i´m a bot too young for a zombie attack, about 22. At home i learned to shoot,
my dad trained me. now he and everybody else of my family is dead and i went out
of home to search for some living souls
Name : Erathur
Age : ~22
appearance : black hair, dark clothes, light blue eyes
Skills : Marksman (Guns and Bows), knows how to prepare animals
Psyche : most time quietly bc of sadness, otherwise friendly and happy, needs antidepressants

And did i got that right that i´m in the safe house and everyone is ready to kill me ?

I glare at the thing, ready to start throwing daggers at a moment's notice.
''you drop yours, i drop mine.''
i hear a click and a soft curse, and i sigh.

OOC: not you. if memory serves, you are quite a distance away.