In The End ~Actual RP~

Shuya looked around scanning other rooms until he came to a desk, he opened it before his eyes widened. "Vaccine !" he shouted as he pulled out a whole box of about twenty five syringes, he ran to Cole and handed him the box. Will sighed, not that you should worry about it but there is a special side effect sometimes he said pointing to his white hair. "Only effects those under twenty though." he said before pulling out his radio and hearing Wills message.

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Meanwhile Revolver Minamigami scouted the streets for the undead before watching an old car drive by from a distance. "Finally..." he said before driving next to his car. "Have you been bitten ?" he said with a Magnum 500 pointed at his head.

 

Will heard the chambering of the revolver and slowly brought his hands up, pistol in his right hand. "If I was bit you I be raiding a gunshop and preparing to drive off? I'd be more interested in suicide than survival, now get that overbearing piece of metal out of my face." He growled, putting his pistol back into his coat and turning off the car. "Now, you know of any survivors in the area because I'm a bit tired of sleeping in my car." He turned towards the man, noticing that he was on a massive motorcycle, obviously custom built before the outbreak.

 

OOC: I'm kinda lost on what's going on, so I'm just gonna jump right in.
Santana drove her bike down the long road, she used to get lost easily but now, she knew exactly where the old police department was. As she came up close she noticed few zombies scratching at the door. "Mi stai prendendo in giro," she said with a groan. She preferred speaking Italian when she was by herself, it reminded her of home. She missed it there, her family, the food, the music, everything. The crossbow let ot a clicking noise as it shot into one of the zombie's back. She then pulled out her guns and started shooting the other two until they were finally dead.
"Hello?" she said as she was walking into the building. "You guys here?"

 

"Yeah, if I'm correct there is a police station around here where some survivors have taken refuge." he said just as a horde of zombies came from the back of the gun shop. "But before that we should have a little fun." he said pulling several swords from compartments in his bike and putting them together to create an enormous buster sword. "That Colt might become useful." he said before jumping and landing in the middle of the horde, slashing like crazy.
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Shuya heard a knock at the door "Santana !?, where have you been ?" he said opening the door and shooting several of the zombies outside before closing the door again.

 

Will shook his head, getting out and going to the trunk. If he was going to fight this many he was not going to waste precious ammunition. He tucked the pistol into his belt and grabbing the Machete from his trunk. He clipped the sheath onto his belt and drew it, the teeth on the blade razor sharp. He twirled it once before slicing two zombies, taking their heads off. One tried to charge him from the left but he drew his pistol, putting one bullet in it's brain. He then went back to hacking his way through them until he was soaked in blood and bodily fluids and his pistol was empty.

 

Shuya slashed through several more zombies before pulling out his dual magnums "Bet you never seen someone dual wield magnums !" he said blasting zombies as they got close each bullet taking almost three zombies. He suppressed most of the recoil using his inhuman strength. "Take this." Shuya said throwing Will a syringe "It's a vaccine !, it's fast-acting but will make you drowsy !" he said as the undead got dangerously close to the man he had just met.

 

Will smirked, stabbing through the zombie and slicing up through it's spinal cord. Once he had killed the one he hopped back into the Impala, taking his coat off and starting the car, pulling out of the parking lot. "We better find the police station." He said, nodding towards the setting sun. He pulled away, pretty sure that the man would follow him as he went up to the next block. "All these small towns are the same..." He breathed. "Police station is built like a cathedral in the center of town." He said, seeing it down the street. He pressed his foot on the pedal and felt the car jerk towards the station faster.

 

Santana quickly got inside, "I went out," she replied, she honestly didn't even know why. Sometimes she just needed to get out of that cooped up station and get some fresh air. "Sorry, I probably should have told you guys I was leaving." she out her crossbow and guns down and decided to sit. "What's with all the zombes here?" She asked. "There aren't usually this many."

 

Will let the old car slowly roll up to the front of the station, the car's rumble loud enough to announce his presence. He stood up, feeling disgusted at the fact he hadn't had a real shower in about a week. He went to the trunk and opened the secret compartment in the bottom of it, cleaning the machete and tossing it back in. Will then grabbed a duffel with some spare clothes in it, tossing his double barrel, a few pistol mags, and a belt full of shells into the bag, loading his pistol before heading towards the door. On his way past the door of the car he grabbed his soaked coat, hoping they had a way for him to clean his clothes. He strode up the steps, looking up at the building before knocking heavily on the door.

 

Santana heard a knock on the door, Who could possibly be knocking on the door? she thought. She got up to answer it and then stopped for a moment. What if it was a zombie? But why would it be knocking? She decided to answer, it had to be a person zombies don't just knock on doors they come right in. The door creaked as she opened it, she opened it slowly, peeking out to see. There was a man, he didn't look too frightening,he must have been another survivor.
"Hello," she said as she gave him a funny look. "Can I help you?"

 

Will smirked, holding up the duffel. "I was wondering if you had room for another in here? I'm in need of a shower and some place to sleep. I have guns if wanted in my car." He said, knowing he probably looked strange, walking up with a duffel bag and soaked in blood. "I was told there were survivors here and sleeping in my car is uncomfortable." He said, knowing he looked and sounded rough but when you live as a travelling hunter it tends to happen. He straightened the bag on his shoulder, hoping they allowed him inside.

 

She smiled at him, "Well, there's plenty of room here." She opened up the door all the way to let him in. She figured the others wouldn't mind, they needed everyone they could get."You can stay as long as you're nt a crazy serial killer," she laughed a little. "There's a shower back there, Down the hall to the left." She pointed. "You can leave your stuff here for now if you want," she nodded to the table as she sat back down.

 

Will smiled and started walking towards the shower, stopping to ask a question. "Thanks. Do you have any way to wash clothes? My jackets a little..." He said, holding up the soaked military jacket. "Not a particular fan of bodily fluids soaking my clothes if you catch my drift." He said, joking a bit as he set the bag on the table, pulling his soaked shirt off, leaving him in his t-shirt as he stuffed that shirt in the coat before pulling the second shirt off as well. His shoulders and back was scarred from all the years of bounty hunting. As he stuffed the shirt in the coat he waited for an answer.

 

Santana watched as he put his things on the table and took off his shirt. He must have been killing zombies for a long time since he had so many scars. She noticed she was staring and decided to answer him. "Yeah, we have a washing machine, it's on the room right next to the shower." she said to him "I can put them in for you," she said picking up his clothes. She had nothing better to do for now, might as well help him.

 

Will smiled lightly when he noticed her staring. "Not all these are from zombie hunting. Being a bounty hunter living out of your car and scamming pool tabled and collecting convicts isn't a pretty way of life. Especially when half the convicts manage to stab or cut or shoot you in some part." He said, lifting his duffel with his spare clothes in it. "But enough of the whole pre-outbreak what my life was before story. Right now the best thing is for me to go and grab a shower. Thanks for the hospitality though. Not seen very much anymore." He said, smirking before heading to the shower.

 

"Wait up !" Rev said to the man as he hopped on his motor cycle and drove to the police department he had heard about. "This must be it..." he said raising his sword to smash the door down before realizing how utterly stupid that was. He sighed and knocked on the door.
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A young, white haired man walked down the hall to see yet another survivor, "Like moths to the flame...but in a good way." he said yawning before feeling slightly embarrassed as he looked very strange to newcomers, some had even mistaken him for an old man.

 

Santana heard another knock, could there really be another person? She opened it up, seeing another guy. "Oh, there's more of you?" she smiled, wondering where these two had heard of the police station. Then she saw William just waking up and walking out.
"Come in," she told the boy as she opened the door all the way. "William, I hope you don't mind but a man came by earlier and I let him stay."

 

Will entered the shower, setting his pistol on the bench as he undid his watch and belt. He set them next to the duffel and put his foot on the bench, starting to untie his boots one by one. When he had those of he pulled a clean set of clothes from his bag, setting his loaded double barrel shotgun next to his pistol. He turned on the water and started to let it warm as he removed his last few articles. As he stepped under the water and let the warmth run over him he ran his fingers through his hair, feeling the bodily fluids of the creatures he had killed in the last week wash off of him. He also felt the water unwinding a few of his taut muscles and making him feel almost normal again. He smiled at the thought of that time so long ago. Even before the outbreak he lived from motel to motel, or in his car if needed. he gathered money when he needed it, and did as he pleased. But he knew things were different now. He shut the water off, grabbing a towel and drying himself before pulling on some basics. Once he had pants on he redressed in new clothes, a grey t-shirt with a dark blue button up over it, and blue jeans. He rolled his sleeves up and pulled his boots back on, putting his watch on and tucking his pistol back into his belt before standing, tossing his old clothes and double barrel into the duffel before grabbing it, heading towards the laundry room to add these clothes to his others.

 

Santana had grabbed all of the man's clothes to take them to wash. She kind of liked doing laundry, it was pretty much the only normal thing she does anymore. She turned on the washer and put the detergent on it. Then she threw all of his clothes in and went back to the table she was sitting at before.