Zombie Apocalypse (roleplay)

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    • *grin at the explosion* That was as sweet as it gets. *shout and start the motorbike* I'm moving! You better follow, I ain't coming back for anyone, tied up like this. *add gas and drive towards the main road*
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!
    • OOC: What? I do this all the time! (Y'know, insert themes whenever I want?)

      IC: After several seconds that were longer than necessary, the engine finally turned on, and they were off.
      Within minutes, everyone who had the misfortune to have been passengers would find out that letting Kor drive might not have been the best idea...

      He wasn't bad, per-se. He was just a god-damn lunatic, as proven when he'd nearly crashed into a few hordes of Zed on the road at max speed, only to swerve out of the way at the last second.
      To make the situation even more nerve-racking, it appeared that the road itself was littered with abandoned cars which Kor had to dodge.

      Put simply, it wasn't an enjoyable ride.

      "Is this really the time, love-birds?"
      The driver said, taking his eyes off the road to better glare at Ori and Skyler.

      Why was he driving, again? Did nobody think to question this decision?

      You know, most people call me insane...
      That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...

      Why are you looking at me like that?

      Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.
    • *drive further just managing to catch a glimpse of a mad turning car behind me before focusing on the ride again being careful not to shake and bump Erathur around much* Great driving Kor. *chuckle and refer to Erathur* Hang in there soldier, you're gonna make it... *notice his army tags sticking out of his shirt (Ooc: sry if you don't have any though lol)* Huh? *only thing I was able to notice was that there was a sniper squad emblem on one of them and it was familiar one* What the? *barely manage to avoid a zombie that managed to tear off a piece of my shirt before he lost his rotting arm* Son of a...close one... *decide to focus on driving* He was in the Academy? But I thought they were all dead or turned... *frown talking to Erathur* I don't know about you buddy, but I ain't loosing one of my former colleagues. I swear if you die... *smirk* ...I'll kick your sorry ass. *max up the gas on a straight part of the road managing to avoid cars and ruins while Z's moaned madly after the motorbike*
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!

      The post was edited 1 time, last by Ritual Lobotomy ().

    • Kor rolled his eyes skyward and returned to driving, turning hard.
      Now, as good (Or bad, depending on how you looked at it) a driver as he was, he went into that turn at max speed, and because of that ended up side-swiping a building and losing a side-mirror.

      He didn't even flinch. It was worrying that he cared so little for the poor car.
      Worse, he ended up hitting a small group of Zed seconds after, and while most were turned to road-kill, one of them clung to the side of the car.

      Kor deliberately slammed that side against a building, crushing the corpse.
      The paint-job on the car sucked, anyway.

      You know, most people call me insane...
      That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...

      Why are you looking at me like that?

      Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.
    • *storm through the crossroad and soon notice the wrecked hospital building* Let us just hope they still have what we need to fix you up soldier.
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!
    • *after I was just about to reach the hospital grounds, decide to take on a bit more quiet approach* Soldier, if we make it through this we deserve a god damn medal. *stop on a clear spot and turn of motorbike taking off strap that tied Erathur to me and get off leaving Erathur laying over the motorbike* All or nothing, on this one. *push motorbike silently beside me keeping my guard up and my knife sharp. Head towards the hospital gates really carefully avoiding Z's that roamed around with their moaning hiding any potential noise I could make. Get to the gates and close them behind me* Alright, now for the tough part... *get Erathur off the bike and drag him gently into the hospital, noticing a car approaching* Well, they got this far, they'll probably figure out how to avoid a shitty encounter. *sigh* Very well soldier... *chuckle* Bare with me here... *climb up the stairs pulling Erathur along*
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!
    • "YOU IDIOTS, YOU'RE JUMPING OUT OF A SPEEDING VEHICLE!"
      Kor shouted at the two lovebirds as he braked hard, leaving tire marks on the pavement.

      "Hope you enjoyed the ride, cripple."
      He'd said, slipping the car keys into his pocket as he got out.

      No way he was giving those up.
      He then proceeded to tear into Ori and Skyler.

      "Are you two fucking mental?!"
      He said in a dangerous whisper.

      You know, most people call me insane...
      That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...

      Why are you looking at me like that?

      Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.