days of our lives (open)

[BIRDY TAYLOR]

Everything about today should have brought civilians from their homes and into the outdoors. The sun, high in the deep blue sky, managed to gently caress the landscape with a warmth so comforting it was tempting to simply stay outdoors for the duration of this fine weather. On a normal Wednesday, people would be meandering by on the streets, children would be running rampant with lawn toys, and old men would be driving their shiny golf carts over towards the country club to get a good 18 holes in before supper. Yes, a day like today reeked of summer activity, however, it was a different kind of summer activity altogether.

They were scattered about in groups. Old residents of Stephanie Street all adorned in their high-class attire. Some of them even vaguely looked... well... human. Their shuffling feet gave away their true natures, however, as did the giant gashes and missing limbs. They were definitely the most put together bunch of zombies she'd ever seen though, so that must be good for something.

She watched them curiously as they shuffled along, perched on a bench under a large willow tree. The grass was yellow with drought, but the tree's branches hung heavy with green leaves. She was hidden for now, and that's all that really mattered.

It had been quite the trek to make it this far, especially for a girl of her stature. She was quite proud of herself in being able to accomplish such a feat and was very certain that this road block was just that for her: another road block. Birdy could handle it. The dumb creatures were fighting over a goose or two or three, they wouldn't even notice if she slipped by... Birdy retrieved her trusty screw driver and stepped from her post, her foot crunching the dead grass beneath her. Her ears perked at the sound, straining to catch any that matched it close by. So far, nothing. After reassurance, she proceeded towards the opposite sidewalk of the three clusters of walkers, and continued onward.

For the first couple of driveways, she was doing pretty solidly. No zombie caught sight of her, and if one did glance her way, the shade of trees made it so that she seemed unworthy. When Birdy crossed the third driveway, a young zombie finally grew curious enough. With quiet steps he pursued her, but a leisurely jog kept him at bay. Things might turn out all right if she could make it to that police station..

notes: hey dewds. my absence is over. and this is what i present you with. join meh.

[ELIJAH JONES]

The silver haired man mused, this place was full of undead fuckers. It was to be expected, as this place had once been a residential community, which was basically a breeding ground for creatures that infected by bite. The streets were flooded with blood, scattered limbs and walking dead, which for anyone other than Jones, might be as scary as shit. But then again, Jones didn't think that word was really in his vocabulary.

Currently, Thalia was annoyed with him and there wasn't anything to do back at Nellis, so Jones decided to get out of the house and do something. Though he did it almost for a living, the only entertaining the southern sergeant could think of was killing more motherfucking zombies. Evidently, he had not learned his lesson at McCarran, as he was just as eager as he had been before, and he was at a greater risk this time due to the fact that his partner was not present. Surprisingly enough, Jones had thought that part through already and had come prepared- extra ammo and of course, a car he had found in a nearby parking lot. Before you get your hopes up, it was only a minivan, donning a bright gold paint job, it was obviously fresh out of the car lot, especially since it hadn't seen over 10 thousand miles yet.

Jones smirked, headlights and the stereo in the car blaring an AC/DC song. His foot smashed into the accelerator, speeding and running over zombies like a bike on grass. He cackled, probably louder than he should've, as the sound of the car and the laugh were attracting more zombies. Not that he cared, of course. He eventually pulled out his shotgun, shooting a few of the stragglers who he couldn't hit. He didn't notice at first, but a few of the zombies had managed to climb on top of the van and scratched pathetically at the windows. To shake them off, he turned a corner and accidentally smacked into a telephone poll, which took off one of his doors. The silver haired southerner growled and turned another corner while trying to shake off a zombie which had managed to get inside of the van. One of it's rotting arms and grabbed his neck from behind and attempted to hold him down so it could snap at his face. It instead, got a cigarette in the eye and a headbutt.

He turned around with a large grin, flipping off the undead creature as it pitifully tried to get off it's back. Several more zombies had climbed into the van, their arms outstretched and their mouths wide open, hungry for flesh. Jones scowled and floored the accelerator, heading straight for a large house. He then opened the door to the driver's side and bailed, sending the zombie infested mini-van into someone's living room. A loud crashing sound came from the shattered glass windows, and then another when the car hit the dining room table and rolled over. Jones had landed on the front lawn, a bit battered and bruised, but nothing was broken. It was a pity, but his coat had a large tear in the front and one of his sleeves was only hanging by a few threads. The southerner took a moment to enjoy his victory and lit a cigarette. "HA, s'what y'get!" he yelled towards the house. "Dumb little fuckers." he mumbled.

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notes: >>; thought i'd make an interesting entrance.

[BIRDY TAYLOR]

A squealing sound itches at her ears. Birdy pressed them shut out of irritation, presuming that it was nothing more than an undead idiot stuck behind the wheel of a car. The sound grew closer and the girl nearly stopped running. What the fuck?

Before her, careening down the middle of the street was an obnoxious gold minivan with walkers all about it. The girl would have stopped in surprise if she was stupid, but she wasn't, and took the time to duck underneath a bush. The noise had sent the pursuing walker on a different path towards the van, and for that she was thankful. Birdy peered over the hedge, watching the van veer off into a driveway and crashing into the front of the house. Her mouth dropped and she nearly lost her screwdriver. What the hell was that driver thinking? 

She watched as the man, who had somehow survived the crash, got up without a care in the world. Birdy was curious, but she didn't know if this man was dangerous, so she remained where she was, peering at him inquisitively. 

The zombies were all diving for the van, thinking a tasty morsel was still inside. This would be the perfect chance to run for it, but Birdy didn't budge. "Hey! Pssst! What the fuck was that?!" She whispered over to him, half expecting/hoping he didn't catch a word. What an idiotic thing to do. Sure call attention to yourself for a potential hostile, smart move.

Birdy retreated behind the bush, waiting for him to approach and waiting for a chance to get the fuck out of there.

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[ELIJAH JONES]

Goddamn, was it good to be Sergeant Elijah Jones. These zombies were the dumbest fucks on the face of the earth and he had literally, gotten one hell of a ride destroying some. Even if it wasn't a lot, a little made the southern man giggle like a school girl. Jones took a celebratory drag from his fag, savouring the flavour that aided his current adrenaline rush. It made every fiber of his being tingle as both his desire for action and nicotine were fed at once. There was nothing that could ruin this moment.

With the exception of some annoying girl's nagging voice, of course. The sergeant blinked and followed the sound to the owner of the voice. It was someone hiding behind the bushes. Jones snarled and approached the bushes, not surprised to see a woman. It would've been awfully uncomfortable if it had been a man with a woman's voice. Jones gave a large, eerie grin. "What, y'didn't see?" he gestured to the house behind him. "I was havin' some fun! Mighty mag-fuckin'-nificent, don't'cha think?" The silver haired man twitched a little, as if the woman wasn't too keen on the idea of a little property damage. Nobody lived there anymore and he had taken several of those undead fuckers with that ugly-ass van. It was a win-win, hadn't it?

Jones chuckled and took another drag from his smoke, his eyes wandering away from the girl and to the few zombies that had been attracted because of the crash and loud sounds. A larger grin replaced his old one. He pulled out his revolver, having accidentally left his shotgun in the roasted minivan. It was better than nothing, which with the way the zombies were beginning to gather, may or may not be enough. He let his smoke hang in the corner of his lips. He sort of wished Thalia was here. With her, he may have been able to take these undead assholes. But because it was just him and some probably useless girl, he supposed he only had one option. "....so, shall we run?" he asked, firing off a few of his shots. He didn't have as much ammo for just a piece of shit revolver and had to conserve what he did have. "Like, now?"

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notes: B| posted.

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[BIRDY TAYLOR]

Birdy instinctively backed away from his encroaching face. He was as pale as a ghost and blowing smoke too. Figures. Birdy frowned at him when he explained what he had just done. Was this some kind of game to him? This certainly was not a game to her. She kept herself from hissing swears at him and continued to observe. He pulled out a gun. So he was armed, that was a good sign. Birdy merely had her screwdriver, but it wasn't something people should look down on her for. She was damn skilled. 

"Your little stunt cost me- um, us escape time, you know. Don't you know that zombies are attracted to big loud crashes?!" She huffed a sigh before picking herself up. Birdy brushed off the leaves that clung to the sweatshirt she wore and began to conjure up an escape route in her head. Moments flickered by and it was cemented into her brain. 

She remembered that two blocks to the left was what looked to e an abandoned warehouse. There was a ladder that led to the roof. If they could get there unharmed then they could wait until the zombies got bored or take them down one by one. Birdy knew that the latter was the true answer. Zombies didn't just get bored, after all. Birdy glanced at the strange man, considering whether or not to run or to allow him to follow. She supposed company wasn't a bad thing. Especially when the company counted as another target. Better chances for survival.

"Look, dude. What you did was pretty stupid and now you have me paying for it, but let's help each other out, alright. You keep everything clear and I'll take us to a safe haven of sorts where we can play a little first person shooter style zombies." That's what the video games were called, right? Birdy never played them but... her brother did. 

The pang stung, but she fought it off and tugged on his sleeve before setting off at a fast walking pace. Her twin pigtails fluttered with every step she took. "Hurry! We can play Nazi zombies later!"

ooc: BU

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