After shooting whatever hit mark a couple of times, he went over to mark and asked "You ok Mark?" looking around for any more of these zombie looking things.

Crystal jumped backwards with a yelp as the rotting figure attacked. She stumbled backwards after landing and fell over a fallen signpost. She grunted as her gun strap flicked up and caught her on the bottom lip, a trickle of blood ran down her chin. Looking up she saw Mark and the monster topple over backwards, Crystal rolled out of the way and stared back as the figure rose again. Almost instantaniously it was sent reeling backwards. She looked back at Mark as he keeled over and fell backwards. She scrambled over him and looked at his bloody chest, she grimaced at the sight and looked over her shoulder.

"Ethan!!" She called. "His chest looks pretty cut up. " She looked back at Mark "He's passed out." She said, placing her hand on his forehead.

Looks from Mark to Ethan knowing Ethan probably would be able to help the wound.

Phil looks at Crystal and says " don't worry he'll be fine, it's probably not too bad"

Mark woke up a few minutes later, the world returning in a foggy haze. He saw only blurs and flashes every time he attempted to open his eyes. Eventually he was able to see again. He looked up to see Crystal and Ethan standing above him, the former with her hand on his forehead, and the latter with a small medical kit. He watched as Ethan spilled a few drops of some liquid in his wounds, and the world blasted forward as lightning flew across his vision. His stomach felt as though it was about to explode with pain. "Wow, that was some ride..." he choked out groggily. He looked around him to see Ryan and Phil watching the corpse carefully,as though it might spring back up again. But that didn't seem to be to far-fetched to happen, so their caution seemed to make perfect sense. "Excuse me for a second," he said quietly as he struggled to stand. He made it through some effort, along with the aid of Crystal and Ethan. The wounded officer limped over to the fallen enemy, letting out grunts of pain at every step. His pistol whipped out of the holster, and he shot the creature repeatedly, until there was barely anything left of its head. Mark turned around to see his friends looking at him awkwardly. "What, never see a man blow of a zombies head before?"

"That, and the stench. that thing smells terrible" after he says that, Phil goes over puking on the side cause the dead zombie smells so nasty.

Crystal stood up and followed Mark. She stood next to him and looked down at the corpse, smoke issuing from the bullet holes in small wisps.

"Not when the get back up, no." She looked up at Mark. "Oh and... Thanks for... Um..." She looked at the corpse again. "You know. I don't think I'd have recovered for a long time if that hit me."

Blood dripped from her chin onto the floor. She sighed and wiped the blood with her sleeve, clearing the majority but smearing some over her chin. She sighed and looked at her sleeve.

"I should really stop getting my suit dirty. Who knows when I get the chance to get changed again."

Phill stops puking and wipes his mouth "Im alright i'm alright"

"No problem Crystal, and thank you for staying by me through that. A lot of the other people from the vault might have started running, leaving me to die. So, umm... are you all right? You look like you got hit in that fight too." Genuine concern washed over Mark's face at seeing Crystal's injury.

Crystal smiled abit and shook her head. "No need to worry. I'm fine. Getting hit in the face with a strap buckle is nothing compared to taking a hit in the chest. But thanks for worrying." She her lip slightly, letting the salt in her saliva run over the cut in an attempt to stem the bleeding.

"Hmm..." She turned to the side and spat. "Sorry... But bloods not a great taste."

"heh, well maybe not everyone shares your distaste for blood" Mark commented, taking another look at the corpse. "We'd better get moving, you ready to go?"



(OOC: Well guys, go ahead and post character converstations and stuff, but we should probably wait until Ribbotson gets back before we move on)

((OOC: Hope its not too late to join here.))

Name: Thomas Sykes

Gender : Male

Age: 21

Skills: Unarmed combat, small arms.

Description: Served in the army for several years (hence above skills). Complete jerk. Selfish, aggresive and rude. Occassionally a bit of a smart alec. Was part of a slaver gang until an argument over loot led to the others turning on him violently. He fled after killing one of them in the ensuing fight.

Equpment: Carries a revolver and 12 gauge shotgun. Has limited ammo for either. Also has knife, torch, and a small quantity of food.



Sees the characters, and approaches. Sees the state of them and the corpse, "what happened here? Looks like I missed the fun whatever it was."

(ok man from vault 61, you need to be from vault, and or need life skills, not fallout skills.)

Yeah, the most important deal is that you can't have served in the army if you came from the vault either. So, if you're going to join, I would suggest changing your info so that you just catch up with us. And the only weapons that we have available are 10mm handguns, and nightsticks (police batons)

great story so far.only problem is the really short one sentence parts.try to make em bigger or ur gonna use up the whole thread too fast

cba then. cya

((OOC: How polite... :huh: Anyway. Back on Topic...))


Crystal sat down on the front of a broken down car. She looked up at Mark. "I've not done so much walking at one go all my life." She sighed and leaned back. "I thought the Vault was huge, but I never knew about out here...."

Crystal gazed up at the blue sky and closed her eyes, basking in the sun. Her lip had healed up abit but still throbbed. Blood still stained her chin abit, now dried.

(OOC: Screw it, Ribbotson isn't coming back, if you want to keep moving this thing along, throw down a vote)

(( Hmm suppose you're right. Sigh... I don't mind either way really, would be a pity though. ))

(( idk if i wanna continue this without the moderater on))