Who. Iris James, Mike Richards, Kat Thorn, Wesley Roberts & open to anyone! What. Killing zombies & taking names Where. Merced, California When. Thursday, February 27th 2015 Warnings. Violence?
It was a perfect Thursday morning. Sun shining, clear blue skies. The kind of morning where birds should be chirping, except there weren't any. Hardly anything living could still be seen these days, right down to the plants that used to grow out of the ground. Everything was dead, but there were always a small few still stubborn enough to fight the inevitable.
Big damn heroes, and co.
"BEHIND YOU." Rapid gun fire sounded as Iris took out a few of the flesh eaters emerging from the brush directly behind Wes, not bothering to give warning before she shot. The man had quick reflexes, and his reincarnate was used to being under heavy fire. They all shared that in common. With a quick re-load, Iris didn't hesitate to keep gunning them down from her perch behind a broken down truck. They'd been enjoying a nice, quiet morning until these gorram things came along to ruin it, and now they were locked in a heated battle of man against man-eater. So just another day that ends in 'Y'.
The fierce battle cry of Kat Thorn (which was really more of a yell with lots of frakking's in it) rang out across the junk yard and Iris turned sharply to take out a few flesh eaters that were trying to come late to the party. They had enough to deal with already. Kat nodded at Iris with a grin, the two women charging back into the middle of the carnage to regroup with the last two men on earth. As far as they knew anyway, the group hadn't come across anyone else with a pulse in weeks. If this was the end of days and they really were the last people on earth, at least they would all go out fighting. "Gorramitt, these things just keep on comin'!"