Re: Mall Scenario (Play Here)

[fullmetal]

survive... survive... must survive this

Ivan keeps mumbling those words to himself, not because he went mad, but because he doesn't have the extra energy to worry about other stuff and he might lose his will and concentration if he were to stop.

he got to find food and treat himself, else he is going to die here and wasted all the life he "killed".

turn 1: search for food (47%)

Roll(1d100)+0:
75,+0
Total:75
failed!!

turn 2: search for food (47%)

Roll(1d100)+0:
47,+0
Total:47
succeed!!

survive.... survive....

just like a walking zombie, ivan is dragging his dying body toward the two figures he sees, assuming they are also survivor and might be able to help him.

turn 3: 2 units right 3 units down

[NoctisNocturne]

When the reply came, John had a totally confused and quizzled look to him as he stared incredulously at the man from across the mall. What the heck did he mean by what things!? Just by looking at Byran he could already make out the splotches of blood and gore on the man’s jacket and yet he had no idea what exactly those things were or what he had been fighting? Shaking his head at the sheer thought of it, John quickly waved his hands in dismissal. “Nothing! Oh never mind! But no, sorry chap can’t help you there, I don’t smoke!” he yelled back.

Wincing slightly at the pain coming from his shoulder at where the fat man... thing... had bit him, John quickly checked up on his wounds before turning his attention back to the man from across the hall. From how the wound looked, it had been merely a shallow bite which John was grateful for. If he could find some bandages and maybe a first aid kit, he would be able to patch up the wound quickly. At this current moment though, as his nerves began to slowly calm down, he was beginning to feel a slight pain of hunger reaching over him before letting loose another sigh. Of all the times his stomach could be crying for hunger, it just had to be now... though maybe it was also luck that it hadn’t been during when he had been staving off those... nevermind.

Taking a look around his surroundings, John began to look around for any useful food or perhaps even items that might come in handy that had been dropped on the ground by the other shoppers in their haste to flee the surrounding area.

Chance of success = (Willpower + Perception)/2 % + 20 % chance of success
Chance of success = (25 + 30)/2 % + 20 % chance of success
Chance of success = (55)/2 % + 20 %
Chance of success = (27.5% + 20%) = 47.5% = 47%

Roll(1d100)+0:
57,+0
Total:57

Fail!

Nothing... it seemed, but that didn’t mean he was going to give up that easily! Putting more effort into his searching John began again.

Chance of success = (Willpower + Perception)/2 % + 20 % chance of success
Chance of success = (25 + 30)/2 % + 20 % chance of success
Chance of success = (55)/2 % + 20 %
Chance of success = (27.5% + 20%) = 47.5% = 47%

Roll(1d100)+0:
11,+0
Total:11

Success!

Finally! After a bit more searching his luck appeared to have turned perhaps for the better again it seemed. Just as John began to stand back up, the sight of a figure ambling towards the man from across the hall had suddenly caught his attention. With wide eyes he began to shout towards the man, “Don’t look now but there seems to be something or someone coming up behind you chap!” Even though he knew that he wasn’t going to make it over in time John still began to run 2 cells left and 2 cells up towards where Byran was.

[Stark]

Stark's search for the mall cop's last location led him further up the mall. His hunger had started to sink in. The fights and the time that elapsed really did take a toll on him. Remembering that he had some apples in the bag, Stark took one out and ate it.

After the delicious piece of fruit, he continued to move through the mall. Stark moved 3 spaces to the right, 3 spaces up and then 2 spaces to the right. Despite the mall cop's appearance, it seems as though he traveled farther than Stark had expected. Looking around the floor of the mall, it seems as though people fled in a hurry as they left belongings here and there. Stark really did hope that the people fled; and hopefully, not turned into zombies. As Stark roamed around the mall, there seems to have been an eerie silence. Mind you, it was not complete silence as he heard the water from the fountain and the occasional breeze. But still, having a mall this quiet was unnatural to him.

As Stark passed through the mall, he searched for things that might be of use. He was hoping that he could find a better better weapon or some form of first aid kits. A first aid kit could really come in handy if he got injured. Stark searched for weapons and healing supplies.

Search:
Chance of success = (Willpower + Perception)/2 % + 20 % chance of success
Chance of success = (15 + 38)/2 % + 20 % chance of success
Chance of success = (53)/2 % + 20 %
Chance of success = (26.5% + 20% = 46.5% --> 46%

SEARCH: Weapons/Healing Supplies
Roll(1d100)+0:
36,+0
Total:36
Success!

[AluminiumSin]

Bryan's stomach rumbled. He worked up quite an appetite, probably from all the fighting he had done. Putting his knife away, he Searched for food and cigarettes.

Chance of success = (25.5% + 20% = 45.5% --> 45%

Roll(1d100)+0:
2,+0
Total:2
Success!

He always felt this way after blacking out for some reason... A general need for a good old fashioned plate of fish and chips, and a smoke after always made him feel better, and his mind would be temporarily taken off of Madison. Since he had been dumped, his mind never seemed to wander to any other topic other than her, no matter what the circumstances were. Everything reminded him of here. Even here, in Seattle, Washington in America, he couldn't help but see reminders. Americans were fat, but there were definitely some girls that weren't, and even one or two that looked almost exactly like her...

The Englishman had said something, but he hadn't heard it. He did manage to see that he was shaking his head... no cigarettes... “Don’t look now but there seems to be something or someone coming up behind you chap!” The Englishman said. Slowly, Bryan Lassen turned around to see a man covered in what appeared to be bite marks, and all other sorts of cuts with blood dripping from him everywhere. It was as though he had gotten out of the shower, but instead of water, this man had been bathing in blood, he looked seriously hurt. Just what in the hell had happened here? Everyone (himself included), was covered in blood. It was like there was a giant street fight, and people had died, only in a mall and involving lots of fat Americans. "Are you alright...?" he said to the bloodied man. It was at this moment, when extending his arm in front of him that his shoulder had hurt. He looked at it to see teeth marks on his leather jacket, and a stream of blood stemming from somewhere. He used his other arm, and felt his neck... it stung, he traced the pain to find it formed an elliptical shape... had he been bitten by something as well?

He looked around for some bandages, not only for his neck, but for this fellow drenched in blood, and maybe for the Englishman, who also looked like he might have been hurt...

Chance of success = (25.5% + 20% = 45.5% --> 45%

Roll(1d100)+0:
29,+0
Total:29
Success!

[Admin]

Turn 8:

Beaten, Bloodied and Bruised, Bryan, Ivan and John stood side-by-side at the entrance to the food court. All three of their stomachs growled, and they jumped at the sight of all that was available to them... Mrs. Vanelli's, A&W, Tim Horton's, Dead Zombies... ok not that last one... Searching around, they managed to see things that they liked. After all the excitement, it would be good to sit, relax, and have something to eat. All they had to do was go and get them.

Ivan, favoured sushi, from the sushi stall. All of his favourite Rolls were there, packaged in their classic black boxes with the clear plastic top (Item Stash #5). John, wasn't too picky, and figured whatever was closest was most likely edible: A&W. He did like the concept of eating, and the root beer was in fact quite tasty (Item Stash #3).

Bryan on the other hand, upon looking around had remembered, right before he blacked out, that he had been buying cigarettes, and decided to go there (Item Stash #1). He also noticed a first aid kit, which he pointed out to the others, sitting in the Tim Horton's attached to the wall. Another thing that caught his eyes, was New York Fries, they didn't sell fish and chips, but he still fancied something from there... "The Works?" (Item Stash #4)

The mall was quiet, but the three of them could still hear the quiet sobs of the girl in the store...

Meanwhile, on the bottom floor, as a hobo, Stark had less luxurious options to eat, he pulled an apple out of his "hobo sack" and ate it. He then continued to explore the mall alone, but found saw first aid kits or weapons in the clothing stores, wirelesswave, or sunglasses hut...

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[AluminiumSin]

Standing side-by-side, Bryan figured that the Englishman wasn't a bad person, and that the newcomer, was too bloodied to be of any threat. "I'm bloody starved... and need a smoke... care to join me?" He asked. Bryan usually didn't invite company, especially lately, with his horrible mood, but something about the bloodied newcomer made him feel like this person would actually understand how he felt instead of feigning sympathy, as all the adults did when he was a child.

Bryan returned to Churchill's Cigars by walking a total of 8 cells, 4 to the left, 4 up. His purchases were still on the counter top. Not wanting to be a common criminal, he pulled out a 20 from his wallet, and took everything that he was purchasing before he blacked out. Looking around, he noticed a New York Fries, and decided that he would go there next...

[fullmetal]

Byran was saying something to ivan, or rather asking. But with ivan's condition, he can barely think straight, let alone hold a conversation with another person. Seeing how the figure in black are heading toward the food court. Ivan figured that he should as well, what he need right now is energy and nutrient. He got to somehow rejuvenate himself before he see more zombie. He cant rely on other, he must survive this for jacky.. for those people in his life that died because of him

turn 1: 4 up 4 left

turn 2: 1 left

turn 3: pick up pack #5

[NoctisNocturne]

John had no idea what to do first in his current situation. When he had finally approached closer towards where the other two individuals were, he had noticed that the person who had been inching their way towards the man formerly across the hall, was as it would seem someone who appeared to be at least alive and non-rabid though if not a bit beaten around the edges. And here John had thought he had had a bad day with that entire fiasco instead but this person... he just took the cake. From what John was able to see, this person was suffering from numerous superficial wounds, some that might even require stitches. Yet, before John was even able to say anything, there the youth went limping, bloody, and for the most part severely injured towards the sushi spot as if some sort of will drove him onwards. It was amazing and surprising just what extremes some people would go to and John could only assume that the kid was just THAT hungry as well.

"I'm bloody starved... and need a smoke... care to join me?"

The voice brought John’s attention back towards the other man who seemed to have suffered some sort of mild amnesia over the entire event that had gone on. Shaking his head lightly he politely declined, “Sorry chap, maybe a bit later. The poor sap over there looks really hurt and it’s even a surprise that he’s even standing still. Best if I should at least help patch him up first. Also after you’re done eating, mind if I take a look at that wound of yours also?”

With that said and done John left the man to his own devices as he looked around before quickly spotting the first aid kit box that hung on the Tim Horton which Byran had mentioned earlier. Making note of where the box was, John turned his attention back towards the now nearly empty mall. Taking in a deep breath he shouted out, “If anyone is still alive out there, we’re at the food court! If you can make it here we have some food and first aid!” Perhaps it was a wasted effort and that they were the only ones left in the mall, but John still needed to try at least.

Turning his gaze back towards the First Aid Kit, John moved 2 cells up, 1 cell left. Looking over the box which was firmly attached to the wall, John pulled out his screwdriver and began examining the screws used that kept the first aid box in place. As John exchanged the screw bits, he then started to dislodge the entire first aid kit from the wall(Pick up Item Stash #2) before once again moving this time 2 cells left towards the A & W. Even though it wasn’t the most healthiest of foods, it was still food and he couldn’t be particularly picky at a time like this. While he contemplated over what exactly he would have, John took the opportunity to see just what exactly was inside the first aid kit box as well.

[Admin]

Turn 9:

Everyone in the food court was hungry. Ivan, though bleeding like a rainstorm, walked over to the sushi stand, he must have been really hungry, because despite all the pain and loss of blood, he managed to pick up a sushi bento box lunch kit

Sushi Bento Box Lunch Kit

Chopsticks (x2)
Used in many Asian cultures to eat food. Great for picking things up

Attack: 10 (Melee Only)
Uses: Eating food, Stabbing

Sushi Lunch
Food. Wards off the effects of hunger. Goes great with wasabi and soy sauce

Attack: 0 (Melee, Throwing)
Uses: Eating, Throwing, Melee

Wasabi Packet
Burning, but good.

Attack: 0 (Melee, Throwing)
Uses: Eating, Throwing, Melee, Putting on weapons
Other: Has a 10% chance of inflicting "Wasabi Burn" status on enemies

Soy Sauce
Salty.

Attack: 0 (Throwing)
Uses: Eating, Throwing, Putting on weapons
Other: Has a 10% chance of inflicting an extra 10 damage on enemies not at full health

John on the other hand, decided to go to the Tim Hortons, and thanks to the miracle of his screw driver, was able to free the plastic box from the wall. In doing this, John taxed his battery, and 4 charges were taken from the battery's potential. Opening the box, he found that the first aid kit was beyond mediocre, it was rubbish, though he wasn't sure why he expected a paramedic level first aid kit at Tim Hortons... He then decided it would be a good idea to yell out into the open mall in the hopes of finding any additional survivors.

“If anyone is still alive out there, we’re at the food court! If you can make it here we have some food and first aid!”

Elsewhere in the mall, zombie heads jerked to attention, at the sound of what was undoubtedly the voice of warm, fresh, British meat...

First Aid Kit

Bandages (x10)
Gauze and Tensor Bandages.

Attack: 0 (Throwing and Melee)
Uses: Bandaging, Throwing, Melee
Other: Stops "Bleeding" effects

Isopropyl Alcohol
Sterylizing Alcohol.

Attack: 5 (Throwing)
Uses: Applying in First Aid, Throwing
Other: When applied, "Infected" status is delayed for 2 additional turns. Can only be applied once

Scissors
Snip Snip.

Attack: 45 (Melee), 10 (Throwing)
Uses: Cutting, Throwing, Stabbing

Tylenol (x50)
Painkiller, it is hazardous to exceed 4000 mg per day.

Attack: 0
Uses: Consuming
Other: When consumed, removes up to 10 points in perception reductions due to "pain" status.

Bryan, meanwhile had picked up the things from the convienece store that he was purchasing prior to the blackout. Rummaging through his newly acquired belongings, he found he was hungry and headed off to the New York Fries.

Bryan's Purchases

"Marlboro" Cigarettes (x25)
For Smoking, causes lung cancer.

Attack: 0 (Throwing, Melee)
Uses: Lighting Fires, Smoking, Melee, Throwing
Other: Required for "Smoker" Vice. 50% chance of lighting a fire.

"Kit Kat" Chocolate (x2)
Break me off a piece of that kit kat bar.

Attack: 0 (Melee, Throwing)
Uses: Eating

Meanwhile on the main floor, Stark, perplexed at the mall, and the few options he had regarding which direction he should head in stood stationary, confused.

The girl's sobs slowly disappeared, and finally, she was silent.

John and company heard a male traditional red-neck southern accent shouting in the distance, somewhere far away in the mall, it was audible, but definitely did not sound close.

"Y'all best keep yer traps shut, or wheeze gonna attract them things!" the voice shouted.

Another red neck piped up "Aw it don't matter, we got us some guns, right Skeeter?"

Skeeter guffawed. "Yep, That be right Billy-Bob. Guns! heh heh"

A redneck woman butted in, yelling at the two in her shrill voice. "Youse idiots, what'd yer paw say? Shut yer traps, I wanna get me to that food court, alive. I'm hungray."

"Sorry Maw..." Skeeter and Billy-bob replied apologetically.

"Way to follow your own advice, geniuses... " Bryan remarked snidely.

"Ugh... Great..." John thought. He hated rednecks, one of the reasons he couldn't stand being in America, especially for prolonged periods of time.

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[fullmetal]

turn 1: search for first aid (47%)
66%
failed



survive... energy...
energy... nutrient... food...
eat....

turn 2: eat sushi

are those two figures human? zombie? are they trying to finish me off?
must... get...
turn 3: 1 unit down

just when ivan is about to reach out and touch the figure in brown he collapsed

[AluminiumSin]

Bryan's stomach rumbled, he was hungry. Those New York Fries looked so good... He walked over there 3 cells left, 1 cell down. He then grabbed a takeout bag(Pick up item stash). It would appear that someone had left their lunch behind, but not in the disgusting vomit kind of way, just the normal panic and run away because everyone was being bitten by flesh eating zombies way.

Sitting on the counter, he noticed that the bloodied man had dropped to the floor, right in front of the Englishman. "That's gotta hurt..." Bryan said without any empathy.
"So... what brings the plucky Brits to some God-Forsaken Dawn of the Dead style mall in the 'World's Greatest Country'?" He asked casually before rummaging through the bag in search of what he hoped would be "The Works" and popping chips in his mouth. He had grown fond of SOME of the food in America, but for the most part, he found that he could also obtain it back home in Australia. In fact, there was nothing he really like about American food, or America for that matter. But at least there was no jackass here.

America, he found out, everyone was rude, everyone was very fat, everyone was really stupid, and everyone kept asking if he'd like cheese with that, or if he wanted to super-size for an additional 5 cents. Even the beaches somehow turned out to be worse. At least the beaches in Australia had beautiful girls, here, they were all fat or made of silicone. He suddenly started to feel a pang of missing his homeland, and Madison, quickly followed by a swift reminder of why he had come here, to avoid her and her betrayal. To avoid that arsehole entirely.

Rednecks were coming, oh good, now he would have to deal with the whole "Git Owt! And Stay Owt! Go back to Yer own Cuntray!" gun in his face nonsense... again... Oh how he was starting to LOVE America. He would rather enjoy watching any future kids he had become homeless than what was about to come...

[NoctisNocturne]

Well things were certainly starting to turn out weirder and weirder for John who stood rather perplexed over the A&W counter as he gazed at the food lying around. While it appeared that the food had been left in haste by some of the fleeing customers, John couldn't help but feel slightly weirded out that he was actually going to be eating someone elses bought lunch. That and then there were the apparent red necks that had also wound up in the mall with them of course. While John wouldn't say he 'hated' those types of people, they did considerably get onto his nerves what their their manners and crude ways of handling things... mainly that of 'if it talks; shoot it, if it breaths; shoot it, if it ain't breathing; shoot it just in case.' So you could understand just why exactly John was quite nervous to be in some locked-downed mall with those sorts of people. ESPECIALLY since they were also wielding guns or so it was heard.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts it was then that John noticed the youth coming towards him in a rather wobbly manner as if he was about to... oh well, and there the boy went. Ignoring the lunch for now, John began looking over Ivan as he pulled out some of the items that were inside the first aid kit. Pulling out the sterilizing alcohol, bandages, and scissors, John began to apply treatment to the wounds that were on Ivans body. With the deftness of a doctor he began to administer the sterilizing alcohol on Ivan's wounds before bandaging them up and finally cutting off the remaining bandages. With that finally over, John glanced back towards his wound wound as he tested out his shoulder.

There was apparently some stiffness and perhaps even a bruise but overall, the wound had been rather shallow and some quick patchwork would be enough to deal with those afterwards. For now, his stomach was crying out for food and so that was what he was going to do first. Picking up the untouched bag from A&W and also helping himself to a mug and the root beer machine John took a few sips from the drink and let out a satisfied smile before turning his attention towards Byran

"So... what brings the plucky Brits to some God-Forsaken Dawn of the Dead style mall in the 'World's Greatest Country'?"

"I'm sorry pardon? Dawn of the what? It was obvious that John had not seen much if not any zombie flicks before to have known just what exactly Bryan was talking about. "Though to answer your second question, I was supposed to be here for my nieces' birthday which... I am now terribly late for... Though with things the way they are I doubt we can get out of here anytime soon anyways..." he replied as he glanced over his his digital watch before dropping his hand back down.

"And what about you? What brought you to this lovable mall full of rabid people who seems to love taking bites out of others. Mind you, if people weren't coming back from the dead like they were I would have thought that these people were very very sick..."

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[Admin]

Turn 10:

After eating 5 pieces of Sushi to satisfy his hunger, Ivan walked a few spaces, collapsing in front of Dr. John Smith. Reflexively, he began healing the unconscious body on the ground (Ivan + 50 HP, John consumes 1 Bandage). A sudden rumble in his stomach reminded him that it was time to eat. A&W was food, he figured, and at this point, he was probably too hungry to care. Foraging for food at the A&W, and feeling weird about it, John Smith rummaged through the take-out bag to find...

A&W Take-out Bag

Hamburgers (x5)
Tasty food.

Attack: 0 (Melee/Throwing)
Uses: Eating, Melee, Throwing
Other: Gives a 30% Chance of inflicting "Blind" Status

Chips (x5)
Also called French Fries and confused for Potato Crisps in other countries.

Attack: 0 (Melee/Throwing)
Uses: Eating, Melee, Throwing
Other: Has a 10% chance of inflicting 10 extra damage to enemies not at full health

Inside the brown paper bag, he also found a number of other items, the owner must have been shopping earlier and had put them in the same bag for convenience before fleeing, or being mauled to death. This person obviously had a mafia connection or was a suicidal circus performer, because the contents of the plastic bags were quite unorthodox...

Mafia A&W Items

Throwing Knives (x20)
Can embed itself in wood

Attack: 50 (Melee, Throwing)
Uses: Slashing, Stabbing, Throwing, Cutting

9mm Ammunition Clips (x3)
Reload! Reload!

Attack: 3 (Melee, Throwing)
Uses: Melee, Throwing, Reloading Gun
Other: Can reload gun (+20 shots), can only be used after 0 shots are remaining on gun

Rope (x1)
Too long for hanging yourself with unless you cut it

Attack: 0 (Melee, Throwing)
Uses: Tying, Noose, Binding

Cocaine (x5)
Illicit Drugs. Makes you talk really fast for hours.

Attack:0
Uses: Snorting
Other: Grants user an additional action per turn for up to 4 turns. Use up to 3 times.

Vicodin (x20)
Gregory House once had an addiction to this drug. Numbs out the user to feel no pain.

Attack:0
Uses: Consuming
Other: -20 damage per hit, for 1 turn, "bleeding" status inflicted when hit

(Please Note, when picking up item stashes in the future, one must wait until the next posting in order to find out what items are in it, so the administrator may add items. This is mostly for accelerating story, etc. as seen above [I let you slide in return for letting myself eat so we can get moving with the story ])

Bryan laughed. "That's a good one, mate! People coming back from the dead!? C'mon, how stupid do you take me for?! I might have blacked out and have no memory of what happened, but there's not a chance in hell something like that happened. If the dead came back to life, why aren't they out and about walking and shopping, eh? You have to admit though, this mall looks exactly like the one in the movie, they must have filmed it here or something. What with all the bodies lying around and us being all bloodied?" he joked.

Meanwhile, John rummaged around for a "wetnap" when he felt the bag's illicit contents. Surprised, John accidentally knocked bag off the counter, where its contents spilled all over the floor.

"What the fuck?! Where did you get all that?!" Bryan walked over, examining the throwing knives and a package of cocaine. (Bryan receives cocaine (x1) and Throwing Knives (x20). John pointed to the bag. "Damn... I should've gone to A&W..." Bryan replied. Ivan, who had just gained consciousness, picked up the ammunition clips and a cocaine package, and started examining them. (Ivan gains Ammunition Clips (x3) and Cocaine)

Just then a screech could be heard, and a bunch of people, or rather what was left of them began rushing at them with full force. Some had skin that was dark gray, with white hair, others had pale, clammy skin, but still looked somewhat human, but dissimilar to the first encountered zombies. Maybe John shouldn't have shouted out into the mall, because although message was received, wrong recipients... Shouting, as it turned out, attracts zombies.

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[NoctisNocturne]

John was quite surprised when the contents of the bag spilled forth revealing an assortment of 'items' that the British would not have expected to have seen lying within the mall. Edging himself a bit away from the suspicious and frankly illegal bag, the doctor watched with a questioning look as both Byran and Ivan went on to help themselves to its' contents. With a quirked brow directed towards the Austrialian, John couldn't help but shake his head in a disapproving manner when the man went and reached towards the cocaine. Frankly, John's initial opinion of the man had fallen rather significantly though he did not openly voice his opinions.

Right now what was important was that they needed to survive and maybe find some help so that they could get out of this mall. That meant that they for one had to stick together for as long as possible to ensure that all of them would at least survive a while longer until maybe they could be saved. That was the only thing that kept the man going right now. The hope that there would be some sort of rescue before all of them ended up dead... or worse.

Giving the contents one brief lookover, John went and picked up the vicodin and rope . Even though he was going to remain silent about the whole cocaine affair, that didn't mean he wasn't going to do nothing about it later on. For now, it was best to confiscate the bottle and maybe prevent another possible drug addict on his hands. He also had a feeling that the rope would prove useful later on.

When the screech rang out, the man couldn't help but jump slightly as he turned his attention from one of his companions to the next. "Uhh, that didn't sound very... human did it?" Turning his attention from the still injured Ivan to Byran, John then stated, "I don't know how fast those things will get here but the lad is still a bit injured. So let me treat your wounds first since it looks shallow compared to his." Without waiting for a reply, John began to administer treatment to Byran.

After finishing he quickly walked 1 cell up and 1 cell left before he began to look over Ivans wounds again . Seeing that the man didn't need any more bandaging and the other wounds being light scratches and nicks, John likewise treated Ivan's wounds .

[AluminiumSin]

John Smith began treating Bryan's wounds. "Uhh, that didn't sound very... human did it?" he commented uneasily.

"No... not especially. You're not going to tell me that it belongs to a zombie are you?" Bryan laughed. "Something probably escaped from the petting zoo." Given the current circumstances: the locked down mall, the mauled bodies and bite marks everywhere, it certainly seemed much more logical and likely.

"I don't know how fast those things will get here but the lad is still a bit injured. So let me treat your wounds first since it looks shallow compared to his." John said a bit worriedly as he frantically tried to treat Ivan's wounds.

Just then a figure emerged from behind the corner. This was definitely no petting zoo tiger, this was a human, a very bloodied one. Probably a survivor, one that probably had gotten rabies or something as it was foaming at the mouth. Suddenly it began sprinting at full force at them screeching. "That your zombie? it's just a rabid human, probably contracted it from whatever escaped. See the clothes; the pants, the belt and the... shirt... exactly... like... his..."

It wasn't him, but the shirt, the general shape of the person, and the fact that the face was too bloodied and damaged enough mistake the identity, to trigger everything and bring it to the surface.

Everything went quiet, he could no longer hear anything. He saw lips moving, but no sound, everything was moving in slow motion, and slowly turning red. A disturbing smile slowly crept across his face. "Heh... Heh Heh Heh...Heh Heh Heh Heh...Hah Hah Hah.... Ha Ha Ha.... Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha... HA HA HA... HA HA HA HA HA... HAHAHAHAHAHAAHA... AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!" Bryan Lassen was now laughing madly and uncontrollably. The cocaine package slipped from his hand, which found its' way to his pocket, the residence of his trusty telescopic knife. (Bryan drops cocaine). The "SHHHKK" of his blade was the only sound he could hear apart from his laughter. Raising his arm, he hurled a throwing knife with all his might as the zombie

Throwing Damage = (36 (strength) + 20 (bloodlust) + 50 (weapon damage) ) = 106 Damage
Throwing Hit Percentage = (38 + 20%) = 58% chance of hit.

Roll(1d100)+0:
25,+0
Total:25
Success! Hit!

The knife whizzed through the air, lodging itself in the zombie's chest. Again, he raised his arm and let fly another knife from his grip.

Throwing Damage = (36 (strength) + 20 (bloodlust) + 50 (weapon damage) ) = 106 Damage
Throwing Hit Percentage = (38 + 20%) = 58% chance of hit.

Roll(1d100)+0:
2,+0
Total:2
Success! Hit!

The weapon lodged itself in the zombie's neck, but it wasn't slowed, and continued sprinting towards the trio.