In The End ~Actual RP~

Will had charged after the girl as well, but had ducked the slasher. As he reached her he let off a bullet his his pistol, grabbing the girl and starting to pull her back as he turned, letting off his double barrel to push some of the zombies back before he tossed it back towards the stairs. He then tossed his pistol to his right hand, using his left to pull Santana behind him and started shooting. As his pistol clicked empty he grabbed another mag, slamming it home and letting the slide slam forward, his finger pressing the trigger as he started shooting again, looking back to Santana and shouting. "Get back to Cole! Go now, I'll seal this room!" He grabbed Shuya on his way slowly walking back, dragging the man with him. "Hold on, We're almost out." He breathed, hoping the man heard him.

 

Of course they had to pull her out, she would have been fine without them, she thought. The. She saw Shuya, he was hurt. She ran over to Cole, making sure he was alright before running over to Will and Shuya. "Whats wrong with him?" frantically asking "what happened?" he couldn't be hurt, she didn't want him to be hurt, it was her fault. She really shouldn't have went down there, now that she thought about it, but it was too late now. She went back to Cole's side "You okay?"

 

Will realized he was at the stairway and he knew it was now or never for a last stand. He let go of the man for a second, using both hands to steady the pistol and kill a good handful of the creatures, buying him time to start getting the man up the stairs. Once the man was about halfway Will turned, dropping a few more to reach in and grab his double barrel before pulling the door shut. With his guns he started pulling the man the rest of the way, knowing that they were going to start having to block off rooms if there were this many here. Once he got to the top of the stairs he looked for the others, shouting down the hall. "He needs medical attention and I need boards and nails!"

 

>Ignore this post, it's due to a glitch<

 

Shuya stood up, "Don't waste your supplies on me... I'm not going to make it... but I do have some info... that may possibly help you." he said gripping the bleeding wound tightly. "Right now the government is taking a step towards warfare against everyone the zombies can be controlled and were most likely controlled today... I won't waste my time explaining why but if you truly value your lives head to higher ground and destroy all ways of zombies coming up." he said as his body started to give in as he coughed up more blood. "Also... Santana... if you blame yourself... I never forgive you..." he said before falling to the ground again, he did not stand back up.

 

Will turned, looking at Cole. "Is there an upstairs or chapel to this place?" He barked, knowing most of these old police stations had large chapels with massive doors. "We need to move, like now!" He barked, putting bullets into the zombies by Cole as he slammed the door to the basement shut. He then grabbed his double barrel and looked at Santana. "We need to get any survivors either out of here or into some sort of chapel where we can hold out and the religious can pray to whatever the believe." He said, the morbid sentence feeling wrong in his mouth/\.

 

Santana was panicked, she wasn't sure what to even do. She looked at Will, "I don't know if theres a chapel or anything," she stuttered a bit when she said it. This couldn't be happening, she had been here so long and never expected any zombies to come tearing it down. Where would they even go? What would ey do? She thought about it all.

 

Will felt his experience kick in. "Chapel is normally in the center of these old stations. Here, you're on point." He said, tossing her his double barrel and pistol as he jogged over, lifting Cole over his shoulder. "Keep shooting! Just run!" He barked, running towards where the stairs should be, since it's normally on the second floor in the center. He slowed for a second, looking back at Santana. "I don't want to leave you but hurry please." He said.

 

Rev punched Cole in the stomach, knocking him unconscious "I will not have another person die under my watch." He said as he took out a device and pressed a button, his motorcycle smashed through a group of zombies, he slung cole over it and tied him to it, "Will, can I ask a favor, please take Shuya's body... I want to give him a proper burial..." he said as he pulled out his magnum, as he blasted several zombies he took shuya's weapons and stored them in a compartment in his motorcycle.

 

Will lifted.the body, sprinting towards his Impala with the limp form that was still warm with the remnants of life. "Santana, come on, towards my car!" He barked, opening the rear door to toss the man into his back seat before going to the trunk, popping it as fast as he could. As the creatures started to close in on the car he reached in, grabbing a large hunting 12 gauge and pumping it, preparing to blow a path through them for the girl.

 

Santana ran outside, shooting zombies as she went and hitting them with her arrows. Sh never thought this day would have come, the day that the one place she felt safe would be gone. She opened the door and got in the car, breathing heavy from running so much. She looked over to see Shuya's dead body, she started to sob until a few tears ran down her face. "He was just a kid," she whimpered.

 

Will yanked open the door to the Impala, hopping into the car and tossing the shotgun between him and the girl. As he snatched his pistol from her he opened his window, pointing the pistol and shooting, the car jerking backwards and peeling away. He pulled his pistol back in and turned, flooring the gas and letting the car fly, following the motorcycle down the street. As he was driving Will looked over at Santana. "Are you ok? Are you hurt?" He asked.

 

She wiped her face off, smearing a little makeup "I'm fine, just a couple scratches." she muttered. She hated the thought of having to leave again, just when she was getting comfortable. "Where are we going to go?" she asked Will.

 

"Out of the city..." Will said, setting his pistol on the dash and flying away, letting the car pull forward and away. "Once we're out of the city limits we'll think a little bit." He said, still worried that they had left his whole alternate pair of clothes and such at the police station. He was grateful that he grabbed his jacket from the duffel though. He looked over at the leather car coat that was in the back with the corpse. "We need to stop as well to bury him." He said, watching the buildings start to thin.

 

Santana continued crying, "where are we going to bury him?" She didnt even know of any other places where there weren't any zombies anywhere. She was so sick of losing people, it had always happened. "We left everything back at the station, what are we going to do?" she asked Will.

 

Will just shook his head. "Back to the old way of life. Hit everything on the way down, raiding for food and weapons. I have a few spare guns back there but we need to get you guys some vehicles in case you want to go off alone." He said, more businesslike than before. "Basically we just do what we can to survive now, maybe hope we can find another place to hole up in until that one falls. Then the process repeats." He breathed, talking heavily from experience.

 

Will grabbed Cole's shoulder, stopping him from entering the building. "Listen man, we might be better off just raiding your little storehouse here and then moving from city to city. There's a supposed survivor's colony down south. But I'm afraid that the raiders may have hit it already, which is why I didn't head down there alone. I say we bury your friend, get in the building, lick our wounds for the night, and head out in the morning?" He said, speaking like a true professional about the subject.