More Than a Cold (Zombies pt. 1)

[Iz]

June 25 ,
I got a promotion today, Mr. Alcazar has me overseeing the experimentation of his newest serum. We are working on a new super strength serum for Mr. Alcazar, and from what i have seen he does not take kindly to failures. So far our experiments are all a failure all we are getting from the serum is over-aggressive behavior and an extreme carnivorous appetite.

June 29,
I had an accident today. While trying to apply a second dosage of the serum to a hamster it attacked and bit me today. The hamsters are definitely not liking the serum, and soon experimentation might have to be concluded and the serum deemed hazardous. the bite didn't seem to do much damage but the hamsters definitely bite harder than an average rodent, but they can not be controlled.

July 1,
The Bite Mark on my arm seems to have started an infection although i cleaned it very thoroughly on the day of the accident. I might have to bring this to the attention of one of our staff doctors if it does not get any better in the next week.

July 3,
I have began to take on symptoms of a cold, it is growing worse and i fear it might not just be a cold but influenza. I called the doctor and he said to just get rest and lots of fluids. What great advice, damn cheap ass staff we have here.

July 5,
I ate almost a whole cow today and I'm still hungry, I'm going to go grab some more food, i will come back later tonight to finish my entry.
I ate a steak and it has me full for a while. I am starting to look more sickly but I actually feel better, I think I'm getting better, I'll give it a few days.

[Iz]

Iz walked through the corridor of his research facility, since his brother had left on a little vacation he had decided to go and personally overlook his research facility in Albany for a few days. So far his tour had been good and research seemed to be looking good. The professors and scientists had a good start on a new strenght and endurance serum to help people hit harder and fight longer.... Just what Iz needed for his personal army.

Behind him, stood his almost 7 foot bodyguard, Jack Cross. watching annd waiting for something to fuck up. He hated genetic research and tried to coax Iz out of letting him come on this damn trip anyways, he had plenty of other bodyguards to use but he was the damn best. They had made their way through most of the facility without andy fucked up occurences and surprisingly no fucked up sights. But they hadnt even began touring the Experimentation Sector, which happened to be where they were heading.... Getting "distracted" by the nice secretaries he fell back a few feet from Iz just as he waslked into the experimentation facility.

He stepped through the doors, finally arriving to what he had wanted to see. The first hallway led to the experimentation overlook which seconded as Dr. Jenkins office. As the door swung open there Dr, Jenkins was gnawing on rotting bloody arm of his assistant, from his left the guard screamed and fell back aghast. And IUz stepped on into the room to suyrvey things looking to Dr. Jenkins, "Thats not what I'm paying your for doctor..."

He hurried to catch up with Iz after hearing the fucking scream.... What the hell had he done.... making it just far enough to peek into the door Jack whipped out one of his desert eagles and put a large hole through the head of the zombified Dr. Jenkins...... "Fucking Zombies?" he looked at Iz with a bit of anger in his eye....

"Yeah this could be bad," he stepped on into the office to find the overlook window... the sight before him was almost scary..... There were people panicing and running furiously below, and others already looking completely zombified, "Damn...."

"This is your fucking fault..."

[The Cross Brothers]

Stepping off to the side as Iz stood gazing out of the overlook Jack dialed up his brother

Draven was standing in line at the airport, He carried one travel bag over his shoulder and a ticket in his left hand as he answered his cell after seeing Jack's number "What?"

"Fucking Zombies" A Shot was then heard as one made its way up the stairs

"Ohh no no no no...... Tell them to wait i am about to go to Vegas" Draven would step from his place in line as he leaned into the phone his foot stomping in frustration...

Another Zombie made its way up the stairs after the fresh meat and Jack looked at it holding the phone away from his ear.... "WAIT! go back down there and simmer for a week why dont ya?" Giving it a few seconds and it not responding he leveled the Desert eagle and put a pretty hole in its forehead, before putting the phone back to his ear,"they didn’t listen"

"son of a bitch..." Draven would begin to pace back and forth "atleast tell me there are only a couple...."

He looked out the window..... “yeah, there are only a couple..... thousand"

By this point Draven was banging his head into the wall"So Jack want to go to Vegas?"

"Sounds great but ummm, maybe after the zombies are taken care of..... in a week they might have made it to my house, and i just dont want zombie shit all on my floors"

"Do zombies shit?" Draven would ponder that for a whole to seconds before turning around to leave the Airport. "Damn it all jack i am on my way, where are you anyway?"

“Albany, Iz's Research facility“

"That vampire fucker did this?"

"Absolutely his fucking fault, either him or his dumbass scientists...."

"alright i am on my way, give me time to go get changed. oh and don't die that would be bad." Draven would exit the airport and climb into his Road Runner with a grumble as he slammed the door.

He hung up the phone and walked over to the window and looked to Iz, "You dirty mother fucker"

Starting his car he would head back to his place to change into something a little more militant.

[Roxanne]

She was...the image of a bimbo blonde. Hell, sometimes she even acted like it. Sometimes..she acted worse.

Blue eyed and blonde haired, she was dressed in hip huggers, and a shirt tied at her navel. No weapons apparent on her, but there was a look in her eye that made most people step around her or keep their children away. She really didn't like crowds. Too many trees to deal with, or an undercover Brit or five somewhere lurking around. You had to be careful in times like these, and even times in the past.

She hadn't known where to start, only that she had seen faces on those moving screens. Faces that were familiar. Well, one face inparticular. She was Tree Hunter's neice. And she had figured..why not go say hi hi!

But she should've known. A damn city. And there were lots and lots of people here. Too many people...too many garou.... too many damn trees.

But then the big guy had passed her by, and she smelled him. Her nose twitched, and the smell was really familiar. And it was fresh. So as he moved for his spot in line, she had stepped up behind him, leaning in and sniffing at his back. Yes, he had the smell. And the garou smell too.

But damn when he stepped away. She slid back into the throng of people to avoid being caught. Smelling others was bad. At least that's what the Caddyshack man kept telling her. Smelling was rude. But she had to smell to be sure. And sure she was.

She watched as the man then turned and headed out of the airport, and quickly fell into step behind him. Those crazed blues focused on the man's back. As she stepped past a mother and her four year old daughter, it was the urge ..so she reached down to pinch the girl smartly and moved on before child or mother even knew.

She followed the big man out of the doors...

She was getting closer.

[Draven]

Go home and change into something a little more militant, that was the plan and Draven was always one for sticking to the plan. He entered his apartment and moving to the false bookshelf in the corner he would go about getting dressed. He would strip off his coat and shirt as his replaced it with body armor. Over that was placed a tactical vest and within its many pockets sheaths and holsters he would grab several of his combat knives along with two Glock 18s with clip extensions and hellfire adapters. A 44 magnum and his trusty SIG P229s. Still feeling under dressed he would strap a riot shotgun over one shoulder and his good ole M4 over the other. Loading up all the ammunition he could carry into a duffle bag he would also throw in a few extra guns mostly SMGs before hoisting that bag over his shoulder and heading down to the Hummer.

Draven and his brother were much alike in one regard in particular, once weird shit happened they did not question it. They followed their tired and true two step method. Step one was simple accept its real, hearing his brothers tone that part was easy. Step two figure out what to do next. Well being a horror movie fan Draven knew exactly what to do in this situation, kill anything that even remotely resembled a zombie before it had a chance to bite you. Yep there it was he had a game plan, now all he needed to do was make it to Albany, find his brother and Az’s. Get them the hell out of the lab, and find some high ground. Oh yeah this was gonna be a piece of cake. Just like people didn’t have wings, magic wasn't real, and moles were harmless… Lovely… Pulling the hummer out onto the street he would turn slowly onto the street, trying not to get arrested with an armory in the car, yep that was a good plan also. Lifting his gaze to the rear view window Draven would speak softly to himself.

”Jack if I get killed by a bunch of fucking zombies while I could have been in Vegas, I’m kicking your ass.”

through it all he was oblivious to the blond. Too many weird thoughts were weighing to heavily on his weary mind.

[Roxanne]

He may not have not noticed her, but she kept her sights on him. As he had left the airport, she had followed at top speed, easily running behind and catching up. Afterall, she had his scent now too...and that made things easier. Sheesh, the things she did to find people.

Then he had went into the four walls..and so she waited. And finally he had come out, and she had been rather quiet as she followed him.

How she had managed to get into the backseat of that hummer without him knowing, who knew? But there she was.

And when he began to talk, she popped up, a bright childlike smile on her face. "I saw a zombie once. Did you know if you stick a carrot up his nose, he tries to shove it up farther? Tree Hunter said that's cuz he likes his holes filled..whatever that means.."

And there she was...acting as if it were normal to be in some stranger's car...and just popping up out of nowhere like that.

[Draven]

Fact:Draven had had a hard week.
Fact:Draven's nerves were shot.
Fact:When she jumped up like that Draven forgot he was driving and attempted to jump out of his Skin.
Fact: If not for his supernatural speed the hummer would have driven off of the bridge they were crossing.

Luckily he did manage to regain control of that car and looking to the rear view he would gaze at the one speaking.

"If you have Wings Vodoo or the ability to burrow under the ground please exit the vehicle now,If not be so kind as to never jump out like that at me again, oh and you can tell me why in the nine hells you are in the back seat of my car." ok so he was rambling a little bit. "yeah that would be a nice start." see what i mean....

[Roxanne]

Those big blue eyes looked at him, never flinching at the sudden jumping of men and vehicles alike. She stared at him, then looked to his eyes peering at her out of the rear view mirror. "Oooh..can I see that?"

It was like she never heard a word he had said as she slipped over to the front seat, yanking the mirror towards her as she leaned close, staring at her own eyes. "Wow..how do you suppose they get the color in there?"

She asked the question, as she poked at the mirrored image of her eye, then went and poked the finger in her own eye. She yelped, and jumped back, cowering into the corner by the passenger door as she rubbed her eye. "It hit me!" She huffed, then looked to him. "Be careful..it'll hit you too..."

He was rambling? At least it made some sense..right? Her head tilted as she looked at him. "And why do I need wings when I can run really fast. Holy Man has them..but he's not so holy..he just sings a lot. And what's voodoo? And burrowing in the ground is fun, but that's for the other biters to do, not me. I like being on top of the ground. Sometimes I jump in the wet stuff, but it gets cold and it's slimy. "

Her little spouting off spree ended just as it began, and she remained quiet as she let her words sink in, then beamed him a bright smile. "Hi! Who are you? And where are we going?"

[Draven]

Draven was thinking he should have put a sanity clause in his previous statement. Watching her he would just shake his head and listen to her words trying to make sense of them. He failed. He did sorta think she meant Vampires when she said biters but he couldn't be sure.

"I'm Draven we[oh god he said we what was he getting into now] are going to help my brother, and probably get eaten to death by zombies..."

[Roxanne]

"Draven?" Head cocked to the side, those crazed blues still locked on him. "We're fighting zombies? Are we gonna go see Tree Hunter's sissy's spawn afterwards? Cuz I'm really actually looking for her and you smell like her..yup yup!"

With that, she leaned over, and pressed her nose against his arm as she gave a sniff, then leaned back nodding firmly. "Yes you have the smell..yup yup. So after we go play with the zombies can we see her cuz I haven't seen her since she was little..not really little little..but she was young. I see'd her on the moving screen, so I wanna see her when we finish molesting dead things."

[Khandi]

Khandi had arrived early to open the tavern unaware that the normal tender would soon be making his or her return. Still early in the afternoon yet, she knew that it would be some time yet before the place would be active. Never one to be idle, Khandi settled in to clean the joint from top to bottom pausing a moment before a mirror to make a face at herself and shake her head. Leaning on the counter she spoke to her reflection, " Why all the fuss chick? This place been dead for days. " It didn't take her long to finish as it had been all she had done for days. The game that had been played out in the media did have a negative effect on the business with people popping up dead and rumors of a serial killer on the prowl. Taking a look around her, she took a seat on a stool behind the bar and propping first her elbows on the counter, " Maybe now that things have seemed to quiet down business will pick up again. " Then she rest her chin on balled fists and she stared out the window and waited.

[Iz]

"Jack how many times must I say that just because I pay the dumbasses what they do isnt my fault...."

"Your fucking fault, now where the hell can we find an armory I only brought my sniper, my trusty desert eagles, and a P90..... I feel myself being under armed....."

"I'm afraid the only armory within reach is right there," As he spoke he pointed through the glass panes of the overlook down the facility about four labs [which were all seperated by bullet proof plexiglass so that everything could be observed from a central location].... "thats a good 4 rooms and a stairwell full of zombies and potentials.... I am UNarmed and don't really wish to contract a disease that might make me as ugly and stupid as Dr. Jenkins here."

He sighed, " You fucking dumbass.... why put the armory in the middle of the place that something would happen If it did happen.... I oughta fucking leave you here stranded.... Has the other parts of your facility been infected yet?"

"Most likely all the ventilation runs together and by the way it looks they probably have the water supply and the other shit infected too, now all we need is something really bad to kill them or else they have about a week I assume." At the end of the siren a warning alarm went off throughout the building and then was followed by an explosion far down the experimentation facility which happened to be connected to the research portion of the lab. "That probably just made quite a few zombies the other way..... we might have a problem, looks like we are going to have to fight of Zombies either way we go..."

"I fucking hate you...." and he started down the stairs towards the experimentation facility, " At least there are guns this way."

[Draven]

”sure thing lady whatever you say. I don’t know who tree hunter is or anything about a niece but I will take you anywhere you wanna go if we make it through this.

merging onto the interstate he would begin to leave the city behind as he headed towards Albany. His hands tapping on the wheel with nervous enrgy coursing through his form he would look back to The girl once more.

”do you by any chance know how to shoot a gun?”

[Roxanne]

Those blues eyes never even blinked the whole time they were on Draven, and finally she turned away to just start..being nosey as the case may be. Glove department was being worked on to be opened. "Gun? Ooooh...those loud spitting sticks. You just push a button right?"

She asked. Her head was swaying from side to side as if there were music playing. "But I like my Brit-d-gator. One swipe and off with their nose!"

She gave a bit of a giggle, managing to pop the glove department, and stuck her face close to peer into it. "Only one real way to kill a zombie anyway."

[Draven]

Probably best she did not have a gun and it was also a good thing that he hadn't left anything bad in the glove compartment..

"and what way is that?"