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The whole thing was a rush. First he figured people would barricade themselves if they didn't trample and kill each other first. So he went to the first biggest building the school had that could fit alot of people. The Gymnasium. Empty, except for the few zombies milling about, looking for a human or an exit. A discarded comBAT would be his weapon of choice, one it was nearest and two it was nearest. So he grabbed it and jetted out of there before he could be seen. His next bet would be the cafeteria. So he sped past people and zombies alike, not stopping to save anyone but those who looked like they would be able to get out alive and unaffected. When they were free they seemed to follow him like sheep, so he led them the safest way he saw how to the cafeteria. Which was thankfully on the ground floor, instead of upstairs like the library. Luckily despite the massive barricading happening, they were admitted in for a fee of ten dollars from Jake's own pocket. He glared at the weasel faced ******* that would take money at such a time. He the people he'd rescued fled to their own clique's and friends. Jake, being the quiet guy that didn't speak to anyone unless he was spoken too didn't have any best friends, let alone friends. So he plopped himself down next to a pretty brunette with piercing red eyes. Quietly he began to inspect the blood that dripped slowly from his steel bat. In moments it was wiped off in the restrooms attached to the cafeteria. Sighing he resumed his spot and listened to the chaos. It appeared the few teachers that were here couldn't restore any sort of control. No one knows what the hell they're doing..
Liked High School of the Dead? Well love Æ’αтαℓιту: α zσмвιє яσℓєρℓαу {revivEDition} !!! INFO-----------------------------------------V Toxoplasma gondii is easily transmitted by eating raw or undercooked food, or even handling certain things and not washing your hands thoroughly after. About 1/3 of the human population is infected with this parasite, without even realizing it. So what would happen if the Toxoplasma gondii evolved? What if those infected with Toxoplasmosis were able to be controlled easier? What if this parasite could trigger a mindless thirst for domination and a hunger for human flesh? What if it comes down to survival of the fittest where only the strongest can ward off these infected humans? A...Zombie Apocalypse? Well hell, that’s way off into the future. You’ll probably be dead by then. …Right? ((PS: ✄ - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - -:- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ☨ OOC: OMG, ZOMBIES, GUYZ. Time: 10am. Day of the Week: Monday ✄ - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - -:- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ☨ The zombies are already out and about. GET INTO THE ACSHUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNN!))
o A terrible sight, We're scared tonight. Dying in a winter wonderland... He didn't trust her. Not one bit, her even being here and her domination was setting off dislike. But he didn't show it, only numbingly seeming to absorb all that was happening around him at the time. Gently he squeezed Jess's hand in reassurance before opening up his mouth to speak "One question though, we're all high school students, not murders. Friends even, well most of us anyway. So shouldn't we be getting out of here?" Jake glanced around him for some kind of help or support from the others "Instead of playing Junior Detectives with you. No offense" His smile indicated that he really meant nothing insulting by what he said.
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There were three others done with their tests and he was one of them. Idly Jake tapped the eraser end of his pencil against his notebook while staring off into the wood nothingness of his conscious. Rocketships, zombies, explosions, breasts, all these floated in a bored stupor about his skull until he got up suddenly and wryly excused himself from the classroom. Still humming and thinking to himself, he got a drink of water then used the restroom, all the while pondering a question he'd been pondering for years. If a zombie woman was pregnant and the baby clearly got infected, would it eat it's mother? Or feast on what human she devoured. But what if the child had the rare mysterious gene that protected it naturally from the strain of it? Oh questions, questions, questions.
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Username: Fuzzy B. Name: Jake Wryler Age: 16 Appearance:http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e267/Koibito49/Jake2_Blur.png Personality: In class he was quiet, straight A's and B's getter. But once he talks about his favorite subject, he becomes the open and charismatic person he always was. Bio: As an only child with an natural liking for websurfing, he's spent alot of time researching the web's zombie conspiracies. Bookshelves are full of the fiction and 'non-fiction' of zombie stories and topics. Jake also has two parents who are generally nice people and he spends a good amount of family time with them. He also has basic driving skills and a permit. Likes: Reading, video games, his parents, chocolate ice cream. Dislikes: People who dislike books for dumb reasons. Strengths: Able to pep people up. Latent leadership skills. His 'random' knowledge on multiple subjects. Weaknesses: He can sometimes be rash. Can get frustrated when an answer doesn't come to him in a short amount of time or easily. He has a boiling points of stress. Car: None Weapon Pack: Baseball Bat [?] -> Samurai sword [?] -> Energy Sword [?]
His ears unwillingly perked up at the sound of that voice saying his name. With a drop of the device he was holding and a kick off the lip of her Ganmen, his billowing red tunic shouted out his obvious arrival until he landed with unnatural grace by her side on the sandy floor. Pupiless almost glowing green eyes focused on her own for a moment before flickering to that creature she carried. "Maintenance is done. Troops are restless." His light young voice was oddly pure despite it's cold formality. His sun brown boots stepped smoothly over the rocks and stones below them, onto the metal lift that allowed him to quickly and efficiently work on any part of the Ganmen standing behind it. "You're annoyed, Bellatrix." ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ Jet's lip curled up in a grin. "You ready for this?! Go!" Jet gave the boy plenty of time to kick off with his board of magma before he himself kicked off with a rougher thinner board. His arms held back and body arched forward as they sped down the sharp incline. Small bumps were used and abused to let Jet get even more of a lead. The crowd below was full of half disappointed and half excited faces. After all, Jet was the number one boarding champ in all the entire village. In fact his mind began to wonder over to the other kid, a boy who moved into the village a few months ago and wasn't treated very well by a good number of the other kids. But the rough crowd the boy fell in with had tricked and manipulated him into this foolish race. With a glance, Jet could tell the kid had potential to be just as good as him. But Jet was on another level at the moment, and with that thought, Jet crossed the finish line and a roar of losers and supporters. His grin was back on his place as he tucked his specially modified board under his arm and walked to the boy who slowed to a halt before he even crossed the finish line. He met the boy's glare with a smile and a few words of boarding advice. "You're good at this. But a good trick is too shift with the wind, and ride with the bumps instead of swerving around them.."
:D The best eight days of my life. Totally worth the four plans. Next time will be even better. Arigatou~
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☆ ➟ Name; Jet Chaser ★ ➟ Appearance; ☆ ➟ Age; 17 ★➟ Personality; Upbeat. Wise. ☆ ➟ Bio; Knows more then he'll tell. Believes there's more to life then the constant fighting and politics of his village. Comes equipped with swordsmanship and latent mechanic skills. ★ ➟ Village; Volcana ☆ ➟ Alliance; Humans --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ☆ ➟ Name; Felix "Helix" Syndrome ★ ➟ Appearance; ☆ ➟ Age; ??? ★➟ Personality; Cold. Calculated. ☆ ➟ Bio; One of the leader maker/pilots of the Gunmen. He knows the workings and mechanics of them all. His Gunmen expertise is so wide that with Genome's permission, his average sized Gunman is able to operate at all times of day, due to his special conditioning upon it. Through choice or Lord Genome's command, he is able to do the same for any other Gunmen. Is seen mostly only speaking to other Commanders, Leaders, and Bellatrix Star. ★ ➟ Village; NlA ☆ ➟ Alliance; Beastmen
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:x Our daughter is near Miami? Woooo Flordy's. Though I haet Florida, it's a pretty place. Sometimes. LOVE YOU! <3
*Only noticed the KHV commoners.* Dibs on throwing rice.
I'll think about it.
