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@Stricken Steel Eric was not prepared for the sudden attack, especially not after hearing good news. the gun he had just purchased was not loaded, and was therefore useless for anything aside from a club; and he wasn't about to waste time loading a fresh clip. Instead, he threw it in the trunk...

There wasn't much in the way of quality weapons. Hatchets, machetes, a few pistols here and there. A bit of ammunition, but not more than a handful of bullets. "Mark, over here." Eric called the other man over, and the merchant was immediately on him. "What kind of gun you got? I got more ammo...

"Eric here. That's Joana." He said, motioning to the woman with the gun. He watched the man wander into the crowd, and scoffed. Everyone was still flowing out of the city at a normal pace. Good. Eric kept glancing over from time to time as the German man, Mark, and the rest stocked up. He...

Eric frowned, and glanced around at the large number of people trying to squeeze through the unfinished gate. There was food in the trunk, a tent, a sleeping bag, water...they could use some supplies; as much as he didn't want to get out of traffic in the event the front line shifted suddenly...

Eric was skeptical that the man could manage to stay on the car as they drive without some sort of strap, but hey, if he fell off, he wouldn't be their problem any more, would he? Eric decided to leave the man to his decisions, and returned to the driver's seat. The wounded man seemed huffy, but...

Is it my face? It must be my face. I must exude charity. Eric thought. The man in the front seat let out a laugh, and Eric really couldn't blame him. The rest were silent, and it looked like it would be up to him to make a decision for everyone. At the same time, Eric kind of liked the idea of...

Eric looked ahead to see the man flagging them down. He looked around to make sure there was nothing else moving, then he frowned and sighed, pulling over and rolling the window down. "What do you want? We're full enough as it is." The man in the passenger seat mumbled something, and looked out...

"You bet your ass it was. Clawed at me trying to rip a chunk off with its hands, They're some nasty things. Some of them don't even eat, just kill." The man confirmed one of the the things the internet had mentioned when the service was still up. "What else can you tell us? What rumors can you...

Eric raised his hand, cautioning the man back. " Calm down or we're not taking you anywhere. I still don't want to do it at all, and I've already picked up three strangers. My charity is almost at capacity." He really didn't like that Joanna had invited the man, but he had asked for the opinion...

'Oh fuck me.' Eric thought. He was not big on kids, and he couldn't imagine telling the kid the truth, at least not yet. He looked at Joanna with a depressed look, and told the kid "We'll do what we can to find them. They may be...very lost though." It was the best half truth he could think of...

"Corey. Hi. I'm Eric. Let's get away from these things."He was not in the mood for pleasantries, what with the threat of the horde trapping them inside the garage. The front line inched closer and closer, the militia doing its best to hold it. He looked as the child handed him a candy, and...

The new girl sounded like she understood, and judging from the silence of the other, she did too. Unless she was just traumatized by her recent zombie murder. He was lost in thought for a moment; then he saw it. It came from another part of the city, and save for the missing eye and hand, looked...

After finally being about to set off to get the hell out of her, Eric heard the desperate plea, then saw the girl who made it. As flamboyant as the woman was with him, this new one was as normal. She also didn't seem to have any additional supplies, then again, neither did the woman he happened...

Eric gave the woman a confused look, and his concern was apparent. 'Great, a looney.' he thought, trying to maintain his composure. "Right. Well. See that parking garage?" he asked, and pointed to the concrete building perhaps a block and a half away. "Right there, fifth floor by the elevator."...

He watched as the poor woman heaved the contents of her stomach onto the road, and frowned. He wondered if it was the best idea to get tied up with someone who couldn't...stomach, for lack of a better word, the reality. Then again, could Eric really say he would react much differently? It was...

Eric stopped in his tracks when he saw the woman beating something to death, and let out a sign of relief, assuming this was where the scream had come from earlier. "Well, at least I don't have to be in as much of a rush..." he mumbled. He made his way over to the car, and tapped a few times on...

The OOC LOS ANGELES OVERRUN The city of Los Angeles no longer exists today, as the North-Western horde overwhelmed local police and National Guard soldiers in Southern California. There is currently no word on the number of survivors, but officials urged those who remained to evacuate...

Alex sighed, and shook his head at the brawl. He was about to try and deal with it, but he saw a few people get the police on the phone; which meant Alex didn't have to worry about it. He heard the order from the lady who just entered, and nodded. "You got it." He said, and reached for the...

Alex did his best to ignore the people shouting in front of his bar that alcohol was a terrible vice and that God was about to smite down all who partook. Fortunately, people wanted beer more than they wanted silence or peace, which meant Alex's tips wouldn't suffer this evening. Most likely...

"In latest news, while the strange atmospheric effect continues to baffle scientists, a religious group has become more outspoken as to the sign that this is the End of Days. Steven Dailly is on scene of a service ho-“ Alex shut the t.v. off, tired of hearing more news about something that...