[RObert loVes MOmmy]

((OOC: I'm thinking of my next post taking us to to nighttime, then the next morning we'll find out about the murders, and it'll just go further and further downhill from there. I was waiting for a few people to get back, because a few said they had to go and they'd be back in a few hours, but I guess i'll start it now. Everyone's next posts can just take them to their houses as they go to sleep or whatever.))

[JD bernal]

Webb soon found himself lost between the alleyways. He couldn't see any street signs through the darkness. A sensation of fear came over him. No one was on the streets around him, he was completely alone. Something felt like it wasn't right. In the distance he thought he could see a group of people running. He stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of the road. Webb had never been this scared in his entire life. Behind him he heard voices, speaking in a foreign language. Stricken with fear he rushed down the opposite side of the road, trying to find any recognizable landmark or intersection to lead him home.

"It's just the Med-X... it's just the Med-X... it's just the Med-X. Bad Med-X." he repeated over and over again to himself as he ran.

With five minutes of running, the voices grew louder and louder. He couldn't find anything to lead him home. Everything began to look eerily the same. Webb saw a darkness wash down the street in front of him, slowly coming his way. The buildings it came over to the form of the same ones he had remembered from Agony, completely rebuilt. Webb turned and ran away from it. The voices began to take a familiar sound. Bits and pieces of conversation brought back a rush of memories. Tears began to swell in his eyes.

"I'm so scared. Please, go away! Go away! Go away!" he yelled.

Running under an overpass, Webb collapsed. He curled in a ball and closed his eyes, waiting for the black and white to rush over him.


(( OOC: Just so this doesn't seem weird, and no one plays off this, it's all in my head. Webb is suffering withdrawal. ))

[NIloufar Emporio]

Mel used the walls to help him naviagate the streets. He knew them fairly well, but in the dark it was harder to figure out. He finnaly felt the familiar door handle on his garage, and walked in. It was his, he saw as he flipped the light switch. He tossed his wrench and his pistol on his night-stand, and took off his shoes. In moments he was in a peacful sleep on his bed.

[Zualett]

"Err, Ryan, don't know where there's a hotel or something nearby do you? I mean I just got in from out of town."

Alan turned around

"Yeah, mate. There's a small B&B just round the corner. They'll let you in for twenty notes a night."

Matt gave his thanks and set off. Sure as sure he got a room. It was a nice place, small, cosy even. He put his rifle away in the cupboard, took his hoodie off and collapsed on the bed. The day had been long, time for an even longer sleep.

[Adrian Powers]

Leo followed everyone else outside and heard them talking about the sky. He looked up, it was dark, the moon was even out.
"What the hell..." whispered Leo. Well time does fly! No. It can't turn dark at this time... Can it?.
Whatever..., he found his motorbike and gave it a kick start. Surprisingly the engine started the first time, he drove the bike back to his house.

Leo parked the bike and opened the front door, he called, "Mum! Dad! I'm home!"
His mum replied, "Hello sweetie! How was work?"
"Alright, I've got a license for a gun now, the instructor said I was a natural! Anyway, what's up with the sky today?"
"Don't know son, might just be a thunder cloud," although his mum didn't look that certain.

Leo shrugged and walked up the stairs, "I'm pretty tired, I'm going to bed"
"Ok, sweet dreams."
Leo lay on his bed with his uniform on, he couldn't be bothered to change. He fell asleep in less than a minute.
It was a bad dream.

[Valerie Marie]

Mike walked down the street, the sky was pitch black, and it seemed to get darker. Somehow, darker. But he shrugged it off, and put his hands on his pockets. He didn't notice at first, but his pace got quicker. He had a bad feeling about the sudden darkness.

As we was walking down the sidewalk, he stepped on something, and heard a crack of glass. He looked down to see a broken inhaler, with red liquid coming from under his shoes. Being a long time detective, he knew what it was. The drug, Jet.

"Jesus, I haven't seen Jet in years. And in Miami of all places?" He said out loud.

"I think it rolled over here." someone said to another.

Out of the dark alley came two 'Jet Heads'. One looked down, with a horrified look. He saw the liquid forming around Mike's shoes, and instantly knew it was his old companion. Mike pulled out his .32 and aimed it at the two addicts.

"Alright you two, don't move." He said to them. 'Finally! Some action' he also thought.

To Mike's surprise, the addicts didn't care about his gun. They both charged him, and Mike was forced to fire in their direction. No bullets managed to make contact, and Mike was knocked to the ground. His head banged against the curb, and everything went black.

((OOC: I'm making Mike not go home, yet, because of that thing we talked about when I PM'd you, Last Best. So, yeah.))

[biiibi]

Ryan slid his key into the keyhole and turned it, locking the door. As he walked towards the living room, he pulled off his jacket and tossed it onto the coat rack. He lifted one of his legs upwards, taking off one of his boots, then doing the same with the other. He tossed them into the corner.

He hadn't eaten in what seemed like an eternity, so he approached his fridge and swung the door open, the smell of sour milk immediately overwhelming him.

"Oh, god..." Ryan muttered as he turned his head and pinched his nose.

Ryan reached into the fridge and pulled out the milk, he shook it a bit and noticed a bunch of chunks bouncing off the sides of plastic container.

Disgusting...

He walked over to the window and flipped both of the locks on top of it, then lifting it open, and tossing the milk out into the dumpster below.

Ryan was usually out on trips or at the fight club, and was rarely home, which is the reason his place is a mess.

The spoiled milk had spoiled his appetite, so he decided that he would just go to bed. Ryan walked through the doorway leading into his room and approached his bed. He didn't bother changing into anything more comfortable for sleeping, he just collapsed onto the mattress, and quickly drifted into a blissful sleep.

[le GraiN]

Erin was searching for a good answer for Ryan's question when her phone rang. She excused herself and flipped open the phone.

"Saylee," Erin quickly replied into the receiver.

"Erin, why didn't you report the incident at the bar earlier? What have you been doing all morning? We could have prevented the victim's death, and possibly jailed the others involved. Now its going to take months to find the witnesses and set a court date! What in the name of Sam Hill were you thinking?" the phone receiver cackled, not able to voice the yelling.

Erin knew she was in trouble. She had really screwed up, but by the time she was at the bar the incident had already occurred.

Erin held her breath for a moment and then began, "Sir, I got... hung up in traffic... And by the time I got to the bar it had already happened. An officer was already questioning what had happened, when a man named Ryan Winchester pulled out a badge and told the officer off. I had no idea wha..."

She was cut off quickly by an infuriated police chief, "Everyone on the force knows how you drive, don't you dare tell me you got caught in traffic! You didn't lend assistance to an officer, and a man died because of that! You just earned yourself two weeks suspension, and when you get back you'll have a desk full of paper work, have a wonderful day Officer Saylee!"

The line ended. Erin closed the phone and put it in her pocket. For a while she just stood by her motorcycle trying to realize what she had been told. She was lucky to even still have her job. Slowly she got onto her bike and turned the ignition. The roar of the bike brought a slight smile to her face, but it soon faded as she left the bar. Silently she swore to never trust an officer with his own job.

Ryan's cost me two weeks pay and fifty bucks. Next time I see him he's dead, Erin thought to herself.

Erin took the long way to her apartment. By the time she had parked her bike and walked up the two floors to her pad it was almost three in the afternoon. Her phone rang again. She looked at it, the Chief was calling again.

"This better be important," she said aloud, and then she answered the phone, "Yes?"

"Erin, you have to describe the officer and this Ryan Winchester guy to me. Its important," The Chief said reluctantly.

Erin laughed to herself, they still needed her help. She decided it was best not to take a jab at her boss and just tell him the info.

"The officer was a male, about my height, brown hair, blue eyes, had what looked like a standard issue pistol, and looked quite new for a cop out in the field. This Ryan Winchester guy, well he's..." Erin paused for a moment, "He's quite the character. He's about six feet tall, tough athletic look, brown short cut hair, and brown eyes. Last I saw he was wearing a flannel jacket, and was not armed. That's all I got Chief."

"That'll be all Saylee," the voice was abruptly cut off as the phone hung up.

Erin spent the rest of the day cleaning up her apartment, after a few days of work she had really let the place go. Within a couple of hours it looked almost as clean as when she moved in. She gave the place a look of satisfaction, and went to her cupboard to find something to eat. She made toast as she wasn't feeling very hungry. She had no idea what the time was because of the dark sky, but she turned in.

[R.I.p MOmmy]

Max shrugged of the phenomenon, never no what's up in the wastes. After eating his lunch he continued back to the clinic, infected foot guy was still alive. He spent the rest of the day helping people; broken arms, concussions, animal bites, you name it. It kept Max busy most of the day, when he finally closed his clinic, he was exhausted. He had has house separate from his clinic, he left the infected foot guy, if he died in the middle of the night, well that's to bad.

When he got home, his sister had dinner on the table for him, it was cold, but still good. He finished and went upstairs, his bed was next to his sisters, she was already asleep, snoring. Max smiled, he had always bugged her about this, but she insisted she didn't snore. He lay back on his bed, not even taking his clothes off. He was out within seconds.

OCC: Not good, but the action is starting soon,...I think.

[Lakyn Ellery]

OOC: You guys, we really need to slow down for this. There is already 3 pages in less than a day. I mean like, whoo.

[Isabell Hoffmann]

Johnathan slowed the car to a halt as everything went dark. He stepped out of the cab and looked up at the sky. The moon was out, yet not a single star lighted the sky.
That's odd, he thought as he pulled his pistol from his coat pocket. Johnathan hopped back in the cab and drove off, turning the headlights on at the same time.
He drove around the city, everything was the same. Dark.

Johnathan looked at the taxi's clock.
3:27 PM
"What the [censored]?" He though aloud as he passed by a group of people. They were treating this phenomenon normally.

Well I guess It's just another one of The Waste's surprises, he though as he pulled into the compound. He slammed the cab door behind him and walked over to a figure saluted against a flickering wall light.

"Hey mate." He said, grinning as he mock tackled his friend.

"Hey John, this is pretty strange eh?" He said in his distinctive Scottish accent. Johnathan simply nodded as he stared up into the "night" sky.

"Well, I'd better get going mate, later." Johnathan said as he stepped into his car. He started it up, turned on the headlights and drove off.
When he arrived at his apartment he took his coat off and threw it onto a nearby chair. Johnathan flopped down on his bed, not bothering to change and fell to sleep in a few minutes.

[sam]

((OOC, yesterday took longer than I thought, just pretend Alan was there the whole time))

"Hot damn" Alan said as he walked back to his shop, which doubled as a home.

The sky was black, and street lamps dim.
The day had been filled with too much.
Ryan killing that guy, the whole damn police force in one bar, and lets not forget the sky...
Alan saw that one of his window was broken in.

"Oh, [Censored]" He said to himself as he rushed in and turned the lights on.

Some of his merchandise had been stolen.

"Dammit!, I should have put the security system online!" He said to Himself.

He took a tally on what was left.

Sawed-off shot gun(2)
Assault rifle(1)
Laser pistol(1)
Baseball bat(3)
Sledgehammer(2)
Ammo for them, of course.
And one combat shotgun, which was in his family for 60 years.
He always kept in good condition.

Alan decided to take them with him and give them for anyone who needs them.
'Ryan might need one, or that Matt guy' He thought to himself.
Obviously, a night sky during the afternoon wasn't a good sign.
Before he went back outside he needed to catch a few Z's.

[Queen]

((OOC: I'll post the start of the action in about an hour, I want to give everyone the chance to get online.))

[Jessica Colville]

(OOC: Sorry about lack of posts. Was working this weekend. Bad bad)

It had been Faye's day off. She'd spent it tidying her apartment. It was a small place with only three rooms. Her bedroom, bathroom and her living room with the kitchen accompanying it. She settled down with a book after finishing and relaxed. Some of the pages were missing but it was still legible and the storyline was still recognizable.

Faye though that she must have fallen to sleep on her bed as when she woke up it was pitch black outside. She stretched out and threw her legs off the bed. Her clock on the wall read around 12 - 1, as inaccurate as it was, it still gave the right hour, no matter how vague it was inbetween.

"Wow... I must have slept for half a day or more." She muttered to herself.

Faye's phone rumbled on the table and she sighed, picking it up.

"Hello?... Yes... Now?! I thought it was to be delivered in a few days?... It's the middle of the night!... What?... Look outside it's pitch black. It's night... Whatever, I'll do it." The hung up and tucked the phone into her back pocket. "So much for my day off."

She grabbed her jacket and the package before heading out the door and towards the bar where she was supposed to deliver the package.

[jessica Villacis]

((OOC: I'll post the start of the action in about an hour, I want to give everyone the chance to get online.))
That's good it gonna happen right when Alan's store was broken into, if you have read it my last post

[Antonio Gigliotta]

[OOC: I have to go to school, so I won't be able to be online whilst the action starts. I'm going to be online heaps tonight though, so it should give me some time to catch up. ]

[GabiiE Liiziiouz]

Ryan awoke to the sound of his alarm clock screaming in his ear. He let his arm fall onto the top of it, silencing the alarm instantly. He didn't even know why he insisted on waking up so early, he was unemployed, so he could sleep for as long as he liked. His eyes began to open, and he sat up on his mattress, he rubbed his eyes, clearing his vision. The clock read 9:45 am.

Might as well get up I guess.

Ryan let his legs fall off the mattress and onto the wooden floor, he let out a yawn and stood up. The floorboards released a high pitch whine as Ryan stretched, it felt as if they were about to collapse right beneath him. A few muffled voices came from outside Ryan's bedroom, he immediately froze in place and jerked his head towards the doorway. He couldn't understand what they were saying, but that didn't matter, Ryan needed to make sure he was safe.

He slid his arm underneath his pillow, and pulled out a black combat knife. He tiptoed towards the doorway, trying to be as quiet as possible, and leaned against the doorframe. The voices stopped, and Ryan began to peer around the corner.

"This is Miranda Jameson, Channel 6 News."

Ryan let out a sigh of relief, and brought his palm to his forehead. The voices had come from the tv, he'd forgotten to turn it off last night. He felt like an idiot, although he was a bit groggy, which would explain why he couldn't distinguish the voices from the tv, from the voices of intruders. He stepped over to the endtable and picked up his remote. He pointed it towards the tv, and was about to turn it off, when the news anchor said,

"This is an emergency broadcast announcement; all citizens are ordered to return to their homes immediately, and lock their doors. I repeat, all citizens must stay inside their homes, and keep your doors locked. The reason for this order has not yet been released, but stay tuned to Channel 6 News, as he will announce it momentarily. This is Miranda Jameson, with Channel 6 News."

"What the hell...?" Ryan muttered.

He stayed standing up, waiting for the next announcement.

[Taylah Illies]

Melvin literally rolled out of bed. He liked sleeping, and last-night waqs a nigth to sleep. But, as he rolled out of his bed, he knocked his 32 Pistol on the ground, and due to the oddness of last night, he neglected to turn on the saftey. A shot rang through the room, and woke Mel right up.

"Son of a..." he said, still tired. He knew that most people didnt come in untile after lunch, so he sat down on his chair, and turned on the T.V.

"This is an emergency broadcast announcement; all citizens are ordered to return to their homes immediately, and lock their doors. I repeat, all citizens must stay inside their homes, and keep your doors locked. The reason for this order has not yet been released, but stay tuned to Channel 6 News, as he will announce it momentarily. This Miranda Jameson, with Channel 6 News."


"Huh?" Mel said. He then sighed. "No buisness today, I guess"

[Anna Krzyzanowska]

Faye had made it to the bar to find it closed off and a whole load of people gathered around it. Something very odd was going on. She left the package by the door during the commotion and started to head back home, frowning.

What're so many people doing up at this time of the night? She asked herself, looking over her shoulder at the group.

Faye arrived home shortly after. She grabbed some cola out of the fridge and slumped in her chair, flicking on the radio.

"The time is now 12:32pm. And the weather for this evening...."

Faye sat bolt upright and looked at the radio. 12:32 PM? She fished her phone out of it's pocket and looked at the time. 12:33pm. After a couple minutes thought she shrugged it off, leaving it down to an eclipse or something. What else could it be? She reasoned. She closed the curtains to block her mind from it. The apartment still needed some tidying she did exactly that until it was spotless. She sighed and made herself her dinner before washing and curling up in bed. She messaged people with her phone until her eyes became heavy. She nestled into the bed and drifted to sleep.

The morning came too fast, Faye was still tired when she woke, yawning and throwing her legs out of bed. She stretched and headed to the fridge, taking out some milk and pouring herself a glass. She read as she drank and ate some instant noodles for breakfast. On her way to the bathroom, she turned on the radio. It was half way through a broadcast. There was some urgency in the host's voice. She wasn't paying much attention as she showered and turned the radio off when she returned. There was never anything vastly important on it these days so the only reason she had it on was to have some background noise. Faye got dressed and did her morning excersizes before heading outside again. Not knowing what she was walking into...

[Chloe Lou]

Matt was awoken by the sound of a tv, turned up full volume in a room down the hallway.

"Hell, don't these guys know I want to sleep?"

He got up and redressed himself. He grabbed his knife and hung it on his belt. As he left the room he grabbed his rifle, never go anywhere without you. He found the room, a Common Room he guessed. Everyone was staring at the tv horror struck.

"What's going on?"

The tv answered him.

"...keep your doors locked. The reason for this order has not yet been released, but stay tuned to Channel 6 News, as he will announce it momentarily. This Miranda Jameson, with Channel 6 News."

Matt continued to watch as the second broadcast was made.

[Naughty not Nice]

Alan woke up around 9 or 10 in the morning, he was hungry.
He went to his fridge, and fixed up some coffee and an steak.
Alan pick up his food and went and sat on his recliner and flickered on the TV.

"This is an emergency broadcast announcement; all citizens are ordered to return to their homes immediately, and lock their doors. I repeat, all citizens must stay inside their homes, and keep your doors locked. The reason for this order has not yet been released, but stay tuned to Channel 6 News, as he will announce it momentarily. This Miranda Jameson, with Channel 6 News."

"What the hell" Alan said, hoping it didn't have to do with the break in at his store.

At that moment Alan got up to lock up his door, but some started to knock.
It was his neighbor, Brock.

"Hell, Brock, you scared the piss out of me!"

Brock had a bloody pipe in his hand.

"Hey Brock, whats with the pipe?" Alan said.

Brock raised it and struck Alan, who was knocked down.

"What the hell!" Alan said as he got back.

Alan raised his fists to get ready for a fight.
Alan threw a left jab, which missed, but his right hook hit spot on across the face.

"Come on, you can do better than this" Alan said with a cocky tone in his voice.

Brock hit Alan in the stomach with the pipe.
"Agh, you little bastard" Alan said in pain.
Alan threw him an uppercut, which knocked Brock down on his back.
Alan took that pipe out of his hands.

"Won't be needing this" Alan said throwing it out of his two story window.

His shop was on the first floor.

"Get up, dammit" He said.

Brock got up and charged at Alan, but Alan Knock him out with one well placed jab to the face.

"What the hell was that about, damn" Alan said to himself.

Alan went over and picked up the body, he was heavy, but Alan needed to get rid of him.
So Alan went over to the widow that the pipe broke and threw his once neighbor out of it.
Alan looked over at the last of his weapons, He packed them up and set them next to the door.

"If things keep up like this I gonna need to leave" Alan said.

((OOC, was it okay if Alan encountered one of the crazies first? hope The Comedian and Iain hurry up ))

[Beth Belcher]

Mike woke up in an alleyway, he was propped up against a dumpster. He rubbed his head and looked up to the black sky. He moaned, and stood up just in time for a patrol car to drive by, and halt to a stop. A police officer stepped out of the car, and ran to Mike.

"Jesus, Mike, you look like crap. Why are you back here?"

"I got mauled by some junkies. Embarrassing." Mike looked around near the dumpster, and saw they left his gun. He sighed with relief, and picked it up.

"Something happened, Mike. Something different. Didn't you hear the announcement? We've been looking for you, we tried calling your apartment, but there was no answer."

"Maggie didn't answer the phone? That's odd, she always answers. I should head home and get ready for what we're investigating. Wait, you never told me, what happened?"

The officer looked around the area, and back to Mike. He swallowed some air, and crossed his arms.

[Damien Mulvenna]

What he could only hope was water dropped onto Webb's face, waking him up from his sleep. He arose, the hallucination he had still etched into his mind. It took him a moment to register where he was, but it wasn't a huge difference from what he was used to. Surprisingly, the roads and sidewalks were completely void of activity. Webb began to walk down the road he was on, using his hand as a visor so his eyes could adjust to the bright light. He patted down his pockets, making sure no one robbed him when he was out. His pistol, lighter, cigars, and drugs were all there. He had a roll of dollar bills, his life savings, wrapped in a rubber band, kept inside of his underwear.

After a few minutes of walking, he stumbled on his apartment building. He wrapped his hands around the handle inside and pulled. They were locked. Webb walked around the corner and banged on the manager's office window. Nothing. He began to get nervous. He realized there wasn't a single person or car along his journey. Finally, he caught the sight of a young woman walking out of an adjacent building. He waved his arms, yelling at here.

"Hey you! Over here! Where the hell is everyone?"

[Laura Wilson]

Faye stepped into the dark world, confused. She gazed at the sky for a while.

Definately not an eclipse then.

The streets were still desterted, even at this time. Faye started to feel a little scared and alone in the world. She gulped and turned around to go back into the apartment when she heard a shout. She jumped and turned, startled. His appearance was a little frightening but atleast it was someone.

"I don't know! ... What's going on!?" She shouted back before advancing on him.

(OOC: Sorry for short post, not much else to do there.)

[Jessie Butterfield]

((OOC: Shocking expression, the news report didn't appear until about 10:00 am, so I'm going to have to ask you to edit your post))

"This is Miranda Jameson, and were back with Channel 6 News. As of this morning, 8 citizens of Miami were pronounced dead, and were reported to be murdered. The following photos are extremely graphic, viewer discretion is advised."

"Oh my god..." Ryan muttered, staring at the screen of his television.

Photos of 8 different corpses appeared on the screen, each one with a bloodied headless stump for a neck.

"No suspects have yet been discovered. Following the murders, an increasing ammount of criminal attacks have been witnessed throughout the streets of Miami, these criminals are armed and dangerous, and for your safety, it is imperative that no one remains outside of their homes until further notice. This is Miranda Jameson with Channel 6 News, stay safe Miami."

Ryan wasn't going to let these psychopaths deal any more damage than they've already dealt. He quickly ran back into his bedroom and opened his closet. There were so many boxes, and Ryan had forgotten which one he stowed his gun in. Box after box Ryan kept searching, until he lifted one of them up and looked inside. Sure enough, his .45 was laying safe inside the confinement of the cardboard box. He quickly grabbed it and slid it into the pocket of his jeans, letting the box fall to the ground.

Ryan threw open the door of his apartment room, and slammed it behind him, hurriedly locking it up. He sprinted down the stairs, and burst out of the front door, it shut by it's self. The sky was stillas black as the night. Ryan paused for a moment and then shook his head, he didn't have time for this. Just as Ryan turned the corner, he saw a man and a woman shouting to eachother.

"Keep it down!" he shouted to them, "They'll hear you!"