It was a day like any other. The birds were singing, children were in the park playing, and Jon's Russian neighbors were fighting... again. It'd been six months since he had moved into his apartment in "beautiful" Detroit. He'd never seen what was so beautiful about it to begin with, but something drew his parents here when he was three.

They were both scientists, working for some pharmaceutical company, doing God know’s what. He had lived with them until he was 19, and then went off to find a place of his own. He found it in the ratty apartments in the inner-city. Sure, the crime rate was high, but he had a place of his own. No one to tell him what to do, or where to be. The only person that ever yelled at him was Mr. Vidal, the landlord, when he was late with the rent. Most of the time he let it slide for a few weeks.

The alarm clock next to the bed blared. It was 12 p.m., and obviously Jon had reset it when he came in that night, if not he would’ve gotten a nasty 7:30 wake up call. An arm emerged from beneath the covers and slammed the snooze button. Black nails went to the back of Jon’s head and scratched his scalp. “Shit... I’ll learn not to stay out all night... One day.” He rolled over and tossed the cover off of him. Looking over, he saw the still sleeping body of his friend Kaitlyn, lying next to him. “Hey, wake up.” Jon reached over and poked her side. “You gotta get up.”

She cracked one eye open and glared up at Jonathan. “What time is it?”

“Noon.”

“Shit, I’m late.” She jumped up from beneath the covers and began to dress. “Can you give me a ride to work?”

“Car’s in the shop, remember? It broke last time I took you to work.”

“Damn it, Jonny. You keep me up all night and can’t even give a girl a ride to work. That’s pretty messed up.” She moved to the bedside and slipped her shoes on. “Kiss?” Leaning forward she pecked Jon’s lips and ran out of the apartment.

“Guess I’ll get moving around.” Jonathan slipped out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans. His bare feet were cold on the fake hard-wood floor. He moved out of the small bedroom and into the kitchen, where he could hear, clearly, his neighbors arguing. Jon sighed heavily and banged on the wall, “Keep it down!” Everything went quiet. “That was easy.” Moments later there was a knock on his door. He looked through the peephole in the door, it was Andre, the big guy from next door. Jon opened the door and the giant rushed at him. “What the hell, Andre?”

The man had him backed into a corner, and was coming fast. This man looked like Andre, but his skin was pale, almost grey looking. His eyes seemed dead. Something was wrong with Andre. The attacker lurched forward, and missed as Jon rolled away from him. Bolting into the bedroom he dove onto the floor and searched underneath the bed. “Bat...” Pulling a wooden baseball bat from beneath the bed, Jon jumped up and clutched it tightly. “Andre back off, man. I mean it!” The Andre imposter lunged forward again, his mouth gaping, as if he were trying to bite Jon. Swinging angrily, Andre was caught in the hip, knocking him to the floor. He attempted to stand but Jon swung downward, wildly, and caught Andre’s head. “G’night, Andre.”

Jon thought, then about Andre’s wife. He burst out of his door and though his neighbors. “Ms. Vladimir? Ms. Vladimir?!” He searched the kitchen and small living room before going into the bedroom. There, he found the decapitated Mrs. Vladimir. “Oh my God. What the hell is going on?”

OOC: Just jump in!! Post as anyone in the city, as it isn't totally overrun yet.

Jonathan ran back into his room and grabbed the phone off of the wall. Frantically he dialed 911. There was no dial-tone. The phone lines were down, there was something terribly wrong. "Cell." He bolted to the bedroom and searched for his phone. "Damnit... The lines are down... Towers are probably out as well."

Sticking his head out of the doorway he listened. The rest of the building was dead silent. "Mr. Vidal?" A shadowy figure moved around on the lower floor, hidden underneath the upper hallway. "Mr. Vidal, are you down there? It's Jon... Mr. Vidal?" He swallowed hard, there was something terribly wrong. Jon picked the bloody bat up from the floor and tossed it onto the bed. He grabbed a shirt from the closet and pulled it over his head. "I've gotta find Kaitlyn." He grabbed the bat off of the bed and moved out of the room.

Slowly, he took the stairs. Creeping down the stairs, every one popped and creeked. A low moan came from the office just behind the front desk. Jon dare not investigate. He pressed his back against the wall beside the door. Peeking around the corner, Jon glanced out of the front window. The city was quiet, save for the few "things" wandering the streets. Gripping the doorknob in his hand he eased the door open, trying to sneak out of the small building without being noticed.

Rorie Thomas stared up at the roof, her eyes seeing but not, her vision was blurred by tears. She had no idea what was happening, and was scared shitless, but she knew she had to get up and move. There had to be someone else around, other then.. the people who had tried to bite her. She shuddered, but not just because of the quiet sobs coursing throughout her body, but because of the memory of her boyfriend coming at her like a rabid dog..or well, rabid human. She'd been awake since 10 am.. and from what her watch had told her.. it was noon. She rolled into a sitting position atop her bed. Her parents were out of town, and they had tried to take her with them for her vacation, boy did she wish she went with them.

Her grip on Brian's (recently her deceased boyfriend) gun hadn't changed; she would've had her own, but she forgot where she put them in her drunken state last night. True she was a FBI officer but she was still a young adult, and it's not like being an 'officer of the law' stopped her from partying- after all.. she had only graded a few years ago. She held in a hysterical laugh as she remember her 23rd birthday was next week... if she lived that long. She wiped the tears from her eyes, and got to her feet, silently, she crept towards her window to peer out, searching for any signs of life..other then the walking zombies.

She could see none, maybe.. just maybe if she went to a higher floor she'd see something, but.. she'd already been attacked by a few of them from inside her apartment building. "Fuck.. I hope they all aren't like that."She said on a sigh as she tip-toed away from the window, towards her bedroom door. She opened it carefully, peering into her living room before she headed to her apartment door. A green eye peered through the peep-hole, and she saw nothing but other doors. She sighed softly, and took a deep breath before looking over towards her desk, she bit her lip before padding over and opening the drawers. Her gun and badge were there, among other things which she shoved into her black cargo pants.

She headed out into the hall, moving silently towards the rooftop, where she would be able to see everyone below, and not worry about anyone attacking from above.

((Was that any good? I'm not used to rping as a 'human' lol.))

Moving quietly down the sidewalk and across the streets, Jon made sure to keep his guard up. He could hear 'them' lurking. There were no voices to be hear, only low, muffled moans. The sounds of death. There was blood on car windows and the brick walls of buildings. Everywhere smelt of rotting flesh. Apparently whatevere was going on had happened after he and Kaitlyn had gone to sleep. It had come in like a plague and wiped out everything, man and beast.

Up ahdead, Jon could see a pawn shop in the slums of town. It looked like it was locked up tight. Probably safe, too. He crouched at the tire of a car making sure the way was clear before moving any farther. There were no signs of life there at all. He made his way up the street, staying low and moving from car to car. Finally, he was no more than 10 feet from the front entrance of the shop. He could see an alleyway on the right side of the building. There was a shot fired. It came from inside of the store. Jon ran into the alley and burst inside the rear entrance. "You son of a bitch! Get the hell away from me!" It was apperently the owner of the store. Before Jon could act, the thing was feasting on the man flesh. Dropping into a crouch, he moved silently into the front of the store.

There, he found a keyring and unlocked the long display cabinet, showcasing the smaller firearms the store carried. Jon grabbed a .45 long barrel revolver and loaded the chamber. He clicked the safety off and pressed his back against the wall, preparing himself to re-enter the room. He peeked around the doorframe and aimed the gun at the festing beast. The first shot grazed his back, alerting him of Jon's presence. With a moan the creature stood and made a slow turn, heading for the door. Peeking in once more Jon fired another shot. Bull's eye. The second round caught the 'zombie' between the eyes. "Never seen a head explode." The owner of the store lay there on the floor in a pool of blood, not quite dead, but not entirely alive either.

Jon stood over him. Watching. Waiting for a change. The hefty man began to convulse and vomit blood. "Sorry old man." Jon aimed and fired, killing the changing man instantly. Jon barracaded the back door and moved back into the front of the store. He found a few supplies that would be extremely useful. There was a small backpack which he filled with ammo, and bandages from the back. A shoulder harness was found behind the counter on small shelf. Jon strapped it on and holstered a 9mm in the left side of the harness. Another hoster, he strapped to his belt, for the .45.

Searching the store more throughly he found something that would prove to be a rather formidable weapon for him. "Holy shit. A sword." Unsheating it, Jon found it to be extremely sharp, and ready for combat. "That's what I'm talking about. I'm coming baby. I'll find you." Leaving the bat behind, Jon gripped the sheath of the sword, preparred to strike at a moment's notice. He left the store the way he came. Taking to the alleys, hoping not to be noticed.

Rorie froze outside the stairwell, her feet planted in the middle of the hallway as she listened to the echoing sound of gun-fire.. coming from a few buildings down. She glanced behind her, and much to her joy there was yet another zombie, coming at her as fast as it's feet would carry her. She stared at her landlord, eyes lifeless, yet.. not. Blood surrounded the old woman's mouth, just like it covered her body. Rorie shook her head and felt her arms instinctivly lift the gun higher up so that it would be level with the woman's head.

But she didn't fire, realizing it would just draw other's like hers' attention to her own location, her feet moved noiselessly backwards as she tried to think of a way to get this woman..thing to leave her alone without firing her gun, but her thinking was going to slow, the landlord wasn't far from her, she could reach out and touch her if she really wanted to. She held in a squeal as her landlord tried to take a chunk out of her arm. She grunted as she spun and sent her fist flying towards her landlords head, she hit her square in the jaw, and quickly managed to get her into a headlock, which lead to her snapping her neck with a spin of her head. Rorie bit her lip and hurried away from the body, heading for the stairs. Praying the woman was dead...completely.

She ran upthe stairs, no longer caring if she made a whole bunch of noise, her black hair movign around her as she ran up them, skipping or or two as she ran, she knew she had to get someplace safe, and she figured the rooftop would be that place. Her breath came in frantic pants, her landlord was something else.. something other then human, but what? She shook her head, thinking it wasn't the best time to try and figure that out as she rushed up the last flight and to the door that lead to the roof, she opened it quickly, struggling a little in her tired state, and shut it behind her as quietly as the big door would shut, she moved to the edge and looked down, scanning for beings that seemed to be actual humans..with feelings other then hunger.

((not my best, kinda rushed and there's a bit of filler here and there <<'))

'You're good at Metal Gear,' he thought. 'It's just like that. Don't get caught by the "guards" and everything will be okay.' Jon made his way to the end of the long alley way and pressed his back against the large black dumpster. The street that the alley opened up to was crawling with the living dead. All shuffling around searching for the next meal. It seemed like they didn't move very fast at all when there wasn't any "food". 'Gotta distract them... Hmm... What would Snake do?' As he peered into the streets Jon repositioned his foot, kicking a small piece of a brick. He glanced down and picked it up. "This should do the trick." Popping from behind the dumpster, Jon threw the brick at the farthest zombie from him. Bullseye! The brick nailed the zombie's head, bursting a gaping hole in it. The others immediately noticed the smell of blood and charged him. "Damn, I'm good. Time to try this out," Jon looked down at his new blade and drew it. He gripped the katana in one hand and the blunt scheathe (sp?) in the other. He carefully stepped out of the alleyway and onto the sidewalk, being as quiet as he could.

Moving slowly, he was ambused by one of the zombies. It burst through the glass door of one of the shops as Jon was passing by. It lurched at him, teeth gnashing, hungering for flesh. He swung the scheath he held in his right hand, hoping to use it to defend himself. His sipe with it was on target and he hit the hungering beast in the temple, stunning it. Thinking quickly he swung the blade downward, severing the thing's head. Frantically he looked over his shoulder, only to see two more of them coming for him. "Shit!" Jon dropped his defensive weapon and gripped the handle of the katana with both hands, and squared his body, preparing to fight them off. The first one jumped on his right side. As Jon attemped to side step out of the thing's way, he stumbled and rolled along the sidewalk for a second. Jumping up, Jon surveyed his surroundings and backed up to the wall of the store. "I got your lunch right here, buddy." Moving his grip on the blade to his right hand, Jon drew the 9mm with his left hand. Quickly, he fired two shots, each of them aimed at the twin attackers' knees. The beast on his left slupmed over and Jonathan finished him off with a lethal downward slice. The shot he fired at the other missed.

As soon as he had recovered from his attack, the other zombie was upon him, trying to sink his teeth into Jon's neck. "Not... Today, pal." Jon had dropped the sword and drew the hand-cannon from the other holster and lifted it between himself and the monster. He pressed it the zombie's chin and fired. A sickening popping sound followed the deffening blast as what was left of the zombie's head spattered along the sidewalk. "Wow... That was cool." Jon holstered both guns and grabbed the sword from the street. "Gotta move." With that, he ran around the other side of the building into the opposite alleyway, searching for the bookstore.

Rorie looked down and watched as a man was cornered, she aimed her gun and prayed that it would at least distract the zombies, but she didn't fire, instead she watched the zombies head explode, she shook her head a little, and waited to see where he was headed, but he went around a corner, and was blocked by a building. She frowned, and watched as a zombie started to follow in the same direction, she aimed at it, and fired, her hopes went through and she watched it's arm fall off, but that wasn't good enough, immediatly she aimed again, and fired and watched in pleasure as it fell to the ground in a heap of zombie body. (lol)

She hoped the guy kept moving towards his destination, yet.. she knew she had to get down there too.. but she wasn't sure if she'd be able to now, not since she'd attracted attention to herself. She sighed, and quickly headed for the doors, running full out down the stairs, heading for the back enterance of the building where her car was, or at least..she hoped to make it that far.

Her breath came in pants as she ran, her tired limbs becoming even sorer as she tried to mentally picture the layout of town, and where the nearest gun shop was. It was amazing really, that no zombies were inside yet, but hey.. they'd come, and she knew it. She continued to run, until she almost slammed into a wall, and had to backtrack a few steps to another flight of stairs, and headed down them at a tired jog. She heard some noise, and froze, before carefully proceding, her run raised in the typical police position as she went around corners and peered into rooms. She didn't find anyone though, but she could hear them behind her, coming from the main enterance.

Rorie sighed with relief as the red exit sighed glowed to her, it was like a beacon, and she hurried towards it. She didn't pause as she exited, although she did keep ready, her gun raised and ready to fire, but she did know that she couldn't fire right away, not when she knew there was someone else around. She spotted her car and moved towards it, it's black shiny surface a welcoming sight as she paused to slip a key into the lock quickly, and she grinned. She could see her guns and her bullet proof vest, among all her other equipment she used in their usual cargo bags. She slid behind the wheel, and grabbed her stuff, wondering if it would be smart to use her care, surely it would just attract unwanted attention... she chewed on her lower lip as she tried to decide.

Jon was closing in on the location of the bookstore. He knew it was close. Again, he peeked out of the alleyway and into the streets. There it was. Across the street from his position was the bookstore. It looked deserted, but looks can be decieveing. He drew the 9mm and made his way across the street. It seemed as if that part of the city was completely devoid of any lifeforms, dead or alive. The door was still barred, as if the place never even opened that day. Where was Kaitlyn? Jon moved around the back of the store, to a door that he knew was unlocked most of the time. He tried the knob, "Jackpot." He pushed the door open and let the barrel of his gun lead him inside. It was quiet... Too quiet. "Kaite!? Kaitlyn, baby? You in here?"

A gurgling sound came from within the store. "What is that?" Jon looked into the front of the store through the doorway before moving up, behind the counter. From there, he could see a pool of blood seeping into the main floor from between the book cases. "Oh Jesus... No." Jon lept over the counter and moved to the blood pool. Jon hit his knees next to the body. "This isn't real... This can't be happening." He could see the body that once belonged to his lover begin to stand. The things had turned her. With his head hung, he could feel her looming over him. "I'm sorry." He looked up and aimed the pistol at her forehead and squeezed the trigger. Her body fell to the floor, headless and lifeless once again. "I'm sorry, Kaitlyn."

Tears streamed down Jon's face as he looked at the gun resting in his hand. With a deep breath, he placed the barrel of the gun in his mouth.

She sighed, knowing that sooner or later she'd have to do something. That man had been the only living life form she'd seen.. she couldn't just let it go.. she knew both of them would either die, or probably go insane if they continued to go about seperatly. She grabbed her stuff, and equipped herself completely, strapping on her vest, and her holsters before shoving everything into their rightful pockets. She smiled at feeling the comfortable weight against her skin, pulling on her clothing slightly.

She closed her door silently, and padded towards the road, and peered around the corner. She frowned. She wasn't going to get passed all those.. zombies. She chewed on her lip before slipping towards the other exit of the parking lot, her eyes narrowing as she watched the other man enter a building. Was that.. the library? No.. he wouldn't be going in there.. No one would be able to survive there, she had no doubt. She went to the edge of a building and peered around the corner. She swore softly, the zombies were everywhere. Why the hell hadn't someone come to clean this mess up.. unless... everywhere was like this. She groaned, swipping a hand over her eyes. God she hoped not.

Rorie had to get over there, had to know that she'd at least tried to save him.. if he was headed into a dead end. She shook her head once more, before, with her guns at the ready, she headed across the road, her steps silent as she tried not to draw attention to herself. She rolled at one point, and was hidden behind the building finally, and with a sigh of relief she entered the door the man had. She entered like any officer of the law did, her gun raised and ready to fire as she went room from room, of course, that was a little hard to do in a library. She froze when she heard gun fire, and she moved in the direction it came from, until she heard a male voice, "I'm sorry Kaitlyn."

She suddenly had a feeling she knew what the man had found, and she moved quickly, only to hesitate for a moment when she saw the male put the barrel of his gun into his mouth, she moved towards. "Don't do it..." She holstered her own gun, and lowered herself to his level, her eyes moving to the dead body infront of him, and she felt herself fill with sympathy as her hand slowly went to the hand that was holding his gun in his mouth. "If you do... it'll only prove that.. those things are stronger... " She said softly, her eyes wet looking as she held back her own tears, she hated to see others in pain, whether physically, mentally, or emotionally.

Jon moved the gun from his mouth and gripped it tightly in his hand. He narrowed his eyes at the woman, wiping the tears from his cheeks. "Who are you, and why do you care?" He stood and turned his back on here. "I just had to kill the love of my life, and for what? So I can live just a little fucking longer in this God forsaken place? Why not end it all now? We're going to fucking die here anyway!" Jon thrust his boot into the small wooden counter, kicking a hole in the side of it. Turning back to the woman, the tears began streaming down his cheeks once more. "Why couldn't you just let me do it? Why? I've got nothing else left now. She was all I had and...," Unable to stand, Jon sat back on the floor, his back against the blood spattered book case. "She's gone."

He reached over to Kaitlyn's lifeless body and removed a small locket from the stump where her head used to be connected to her neck. Jon opened it and looked inside. On the left side of the heart was a picture of himself, on the right was one of Kaitlyn. He kissed her picture and handed it up to the woman. "This is her. I was going to propose to her tomorrow."

Jon snatched the locket back and stood, affixing it to the grip of the revolver. "It's no use. You're just going to stand there and try to calm me down. Fuck that. There is no calm anymore. There's me and only me." Slamming his arm into the book case, Jon headed for the back entrance once more, heading out into the alleyway. 'If it's the last thing I do, I'll kill every last one of them. I'll hunt them all down... One by one... Find the source... And blow it to hell.' This wasn't Jon. Not the Jon that Kaitlyn knew and loved. He was colder... Darker. His soul left him when Kaitlyn's soul left the world. There'd be no sleep for him ever again. Not until he found his final resting place, where ever it may be.

He moved into the street where masses of the creatures were gathering. "C'mon you sons of bitches! Come and get me! I'm right fucking here! Cowards... Take the life of an innocent woman!? You'll all pay!" Jonathan drew the blade, tossing the casing to the ground. Narrowing his eyes, he drew the 9mm, gripping it in his right hand, opposite the sword. "I'll kill as many of you as I can. I'll avenge every death in this God forsaken place and then some." Hearing the commotion the beasts turned their attention to him, all moaning and shuffling. At once, groups of them moved forward. "That's right you gutless motherfuckers. Let's dance."

The first of them dove at Jon's legs, meeting only pavement and catching a boot square in the temple. "That all?" Three more released blood curdling roars and charged at him. Jon thrust his blade into the zombie's abdomen and fired off two quick shots into the craniums of the other, would-be, attackers. "Aw, c'mon. I'm barely breaking a sweat here!" Jon laughed at their pitiful attempts to bring him down. Mocking them all, he did a quick Ali shuffle and punched the air. "I AM THE GREATEST," he yelled at them. "Float like a butterfly, sting like... a pissed off scorpion. You can't touch..."

Jon's celebration was shortened at the sight of a car go flying above his head and crashing into a lightpole. "Shit... Ok, who's throwing a temper tantrum?" The ground shook beneath Jon's feet. "What in the hell?" A beastial roar filled his ears. "I think I've pissed someone off." A large group of zombies fell to the ground as a behemoth of some sort made its way through the crowd. "Holy shit... You're a big fucker, aren't ya?" Jonathan sheathed the sword and drew the revolver and unloaded both guns into the creature's chest. "Mkay... That... Just pissed you off. Time to go!" Jonathan gathered up his weapons and sprinted the opposite direction, looking for an alleyway to duck into.

Finding a hiding spot, Jon took his time and reloaded his guns. 'What the hell was that? Looked like it escaped from the zoo or something... But it's bigger than a gorilla normally would be... Maybe... It mutated? Fuck... What am I going to do? Where the hell is that chick? I hope she knows kevlar isn't going to help her much...'

The giant beast lumbered toward the zombies that Jonathan had dispatched moments before their meeting. Lifting them from the ground, the colosus devoured them one by one. As it consumed the bodies, the bullet holes in its own began to close, and the creature itself began to change. It's legs developed into longer, more muscular variants of themselves, allowing it to stand upright. It's knuckels no longer dragged the ground but it didn't seem as if it knew what was going on. All it knew was hunger.

Rorie watched him go to hand her the locket, then seemed to change his mind, she sat there in shock as he got up and left, after saying her was going to kill them all. She shook her head, was he demented?! He couldn't take all those things by himself, not when all she had seen on him was a sword and a gun or two. she shook her head once more, and pushed to her feet, wiping random tears from her cheeks as she padded towards the door, following to where he'd gone, only pausing when she heard rapid shots from a gun, she sighed and checked to make sure her guns were loaded, before stepping through the door, only to freeze at the sight of a big gorilla thing that was eating the others. She stared in horror, as the bullet wounds that had been inflicted on it healed, and it just got larger.

What the fuck was that thing, she dashed back inside, and took a few deep breaths before peering around the corner, her eyes darting around, trying to pin point where he might've gone, but hell, for all she knew he was eaten by the thing. She groaned as she felt it moving, actually felt it as the ground shook a little, and she bit her lip. This was soo not normal. Were they in their own personal hell..but together? or was the world really seeming to be coming to an end. She clenched her fists, and prayed that the first one was right.

Rorie peered around the corner again, making sure it wasn't paying attention, before she sneaked out the door, heading towards a garbage bin, her footfalls silent as she she slid around to the other side and breathed deeply. She didn't give a shit about the other zombie things, not when there was one that was ready to eat its.. own kind, if they were even a species that is.