Brains & Guts: a RP

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-Hailing women
-Checks for signs of zombie-ness and infection marks on girl

No marks are on the body, and she shows no signs of infection.

-scan surroundings
-equipping baton in one hand and keeping shotgun in front of me while searching corpses. Poking and flipping clothes.

OOC: Not forgotten =/, posting later today

A rat scampers under the corpse. You spill guts on the ground. Suddenly, you hear the all too familiar sound. Too many for you to take, even with another survivor. You do, however, find a liquor bottle that is still full of the substance, a lighter, and a handkerchief box.

-Combining liquor bottle full of the substance, a lighter, and a handkerchief box into a Firebomb.
-Throws Firebomb in an arching line to the front of mob of zombies
-Takes other survivor to opposite direction of zombies
-Scanning for zombies and Gunstore.

Burnt corpses litter the streets in front of Fransicca. The man had made a firebomb and thrown it at the oncoming hoard, grabbed her by the arm, and brought her behind a wall.
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No gun-stores are around the area, only a gas station and some apartment buildings. Wallourdes was being too hopeful. A few zombies are roaming about.

OOC: Heh got godmodded a bit, but I think I deserve it for taking so long in posting again. Not delaying it any longer.

As Francisca got near the source of the gunshots, she spotted a man in what seemed to be the riot police's attire. He had drawn out a shotgun, which he had apparently used to slay a group of zombies nearby. She quickly stepped down from her bike and went to the side to avoid being seen, but he spotted her right away and... checked her out. He could have been looking for infection signs though, and at this time stuff like that didn't matter anyway.

The man prodded some corpses, scavenging for valuables probably, so she just approached him warily. It was a mistake though, because before she realized there was a huge amount of zombies nearby, and getting closer. Damn it, sometimes she focused too much on one thing and disregarded the others. Before she had time to do anything though, the man armed a petrol bomb from components scavenged from the last corpse, and threw it at them. The familiar smell of roasting bodies soon filled the air, bringing out memories of flamethrowers, and huge armies of walking corpses walking to their deaths at the early days. She was about to move away from the burning corpses, but apparently riot policemen had better reflexes than her, go figure, and the man took her by the arm and whisked her away. "My bike..." crossed her mind, but the fire hadn't reached it, wouldn't reach it, and a zombie had no business near one. She looked at the guy in front of her, and muttered "thanks" under her breath.

-Moving toward gas station
-Shotgun blasting zombies who get close-by

Wallourdes ammo is running low, and the accuracy is down. He only killed a few before being grabbed from behind by a zombie. It was about to sink its teeth into the skin...
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Francisca saw the man grabbed from behind, about to be bitten by the zombie. More were approaching around him, like vultures toward roadkill.