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"Oh.." *i just stand back away from them*

"No i dont"

"Crap"

"Ask him if you want"

"You go gasoline"

"No, but there is a car shop a few blocks away."

*walks there*

*i pull the cart and follows him* "Why do you need gasoline?"

"For my car"

"Oh what happened?"

"It broke down"

"Oh"

"Yeah"

*i follow them still holding the duffle bag full of guns and i still have a pistol in my hand and i see a zombie a few yards ahead so i shoot it*

(I'm just gonna place myself right here. I'm slightly bugged that this is in the Looking for RP section when we're already roleplaying, but I 'won't let that ruin it')

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Betty huffed as she watched the zombie fall limp on the tiled floor, a weird substance flowing freely from the neck wound. The knife she found laying in the cafeteria was now stained with the zombie's supposed blood, as her other hand gripped an odd lunch box that could bash a zombie's head. The young teenager was rather petrified, as the unsettling gurgle rung in her ears.

Betty slowly opened the door, and took a quick peek around the vicinity. Surprisingly, everything was now gone. A few corpses laid sprawled on the ground, as she took a few steps out. Betty's hand wavered slightly, as she held the knife. Taking a deep breath, Betty presumed forward to the back exit of the school. The door rather fell onto the stone, as she stepped outside in the zombie filled world.

Influence had always predicted that the human race would've somehow screwed up everything, and now, he was proved right. Assault Rifle in hand, pressed against his chest, he was currently sprinting from his previous location to meet up with some yelling idiot. Did they want to get eaten? He wondered as he ran, which was limited due to the weight of his weapon and backpack. When the yelling stopped, a part of him wanted to see if he was getting eaten, as it would've pleasured him in finding someone receive instant karma. Instead, his thoughts were countered by gunshots, which were in the same area. He decided to take the chance: there were either survivors or a horde of undead. Racing over, he only found a group, who at least seemed human, one of them shooting down a single creature. Once it fell to the might of the gun, Influence grumbled at himself, knowing he'd have to yell himself to prevent gunfire. So, as he ran to the group, he waved his hands, one holding the Rifle, yelling "cease fire!"