ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE on SKY ISLAND

[Taco-Calamitous]

What the fuck is going on? Uzzi demanded silently to himself. Having been in the midst of the crowd from the start, he had not the luxury of making his way to a wall or something to lean on, but instead had to remain perfectly upright amidst the crowd of people that surrounded him. Looking around was easy; at a bit above six feet, he was a head above most the people around him. Not that there was much to see anyway. All the while, the young man listened for anything amidst the whisperings that would tell him what was happening. No one seemed to know much of anything, though.

Even worse, Uzzi was subjected to the people's terrible taste in music that surrounded him. A bass player in a local band, Uzzi knew a thing or two about good music, and the shit he was hearing hurt his ears. Several times he fought back a groan, although he couldn't hide the scowl that was written across his face. Luckily, nobody seemed to be particularly happy with the situation, so at least he had that excuse to his advantage. Also, the tattoos covering the portions of his arms that weren't covered by his black t-shirt, coupled with his spiked orange hair and the chains and spiky bracelets he was wearing, gave him a little extra space; people didn't seem to want to get too close to him. This made him chuckle a little on the inside, even as he scowled. People are too focused on outward appearances, He thought.

OOC: Yeah, Uzzi is a Biblical name. I thought it was pretty cool when I read it. Although a rocker may not have any obvious advantages or disadvantages in a zombie apocalypse, maybe he has a natural talent for a particular weapon...

[Dodie16]

Jana eyed at the surroundings with a look of annoyance on her face. People were gathered en masse to this location, and yet no one seemed to know why...at least none of the civilians did. Her fiancé, a rather high-ranking military man, had told her beforehand that there had been some sort of problem in a nearby science facility, but any additional information was to be kept classified...even from her. During the evacuation, she had been separated from her beloved, and now she stood among the many other residents of the city.

Jana tried to make her way to any of the soldiers to get some answers, either to the whereabouts of her loved one or why so many were crowded in this horribly cramped space. She may be short side of tiny, but she more than made up for her diminutive stature with fierce determination. As she made her way through the crowd, she noticed that more and more soldiers had been outfitted with some rather heavy artillery. She kept a taser and pepper spray in her purse at her fiance's insistence, but she wondered if it would be enough in case something horrible was really happening...

[SOLDIER #819]

OOC - I'm glad so many people decided to post... even if it's been a while since I put this up. To be honest I had to reread my own post to remember what I had said. This'll be my first time narrating, but I'll try my best!

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Jana pushes gently through the crowd to a nearby duo of soldiers positioned at one of the many large double door entryways. As she opens her mouth to say something a rather plump woman with red hair shoves past her rather fiercely, likewise flame-haired and freckled son in tote. Nearly nose-to-nose with the guard she shouts,

"My boy Ron was bitten by some hooligan just now! We need to patch him up! And couldn't you at least TRY to keep the peace in here! We're not cattle!"

Both guards turn their attention to the boy with nervous eyes. Then they turn to one another. Their expressions say that both know what the other is thinking, but neither knows what to do. The ladies jowls quiver in rage at their silence and she begins screaming at them at the top of her lungs.

Someone behind Uzzi calls bullshit.

"Oh come ON! I've seen this shit go down in that one movie... ****in'... Daybreak of the Deceased? Whatever! Point is, ZOMBIES UP IN THIS HERE ROOM! GUN! KID! HEAD! NOW!"

The room suddenly rumbles to life with great chatter, its epicenter that one man (he only seems to be getting louder, so much so that Uzzi thought his ears might start bleeding). The whispers and clamoring of an irritated mass mingle with music of questionable taste to produce a most distasteful buzz, not unlike white noise from a television. From time to time shrill screaming erupts from the crowd and then dies out just as quickly. In spite of this, using your eyes alone it doesn't seem as if the situation has taken a turn toward the violent quite yet.

A closely huddled group right next to Selphia seems to whispering about something over ruckus. They struck her as being someone she could identify more readily with than the other types about... but then again, she probably wasn't the type to simply talk to strangers. Although she hadn't been trying to eavesdrop, she somehow manages to catch this:

"we...dkghl;kg... get out... this pla;lnie... done fo';aln... togetha'';l... find..."

In David's particular corner of the raucous hall a cloud of gray mist glides by his face, accompanied by a mild but rather distinct odor. In turning his head to look he finds a rather gruff-looking man in his mid-thirties leaning against the same pipe, partaking deeply of a joint. It was a common brand that could be purchased down at the 8-22 across the street from his apartment. Though smoking in a cramped public space was no doubt a breach in etiquette, the discomfort it may have caused was nothing amid the chaos.

The man exhales and, sensing David's eyes on him, returns his gaze. "Gotta do what you gotta do to stay calm, right?"

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What do you do?