Post by Dead Admin on Aug 26, 2011 8:29:58 GMT -5
Melissa had gone back to her teenage years and was enjoying the freedom of a particularly empty area. What most people didn't seem to notice about the zombie apocalypse, was that there was a distinct lack of police men to tell you off. Of course, you could find a few cowardly police men cowering in safe houses, trying to find their families etc, but all the brave ones went to fight and died. So, Melissa found that you could mostly get away with everything. Murder, robbery, vandalism, arson, all of it, no one could stop you. This, of course, made life a lot harder as a few people became quickly rotten eggs. Not rotten in the sense that they were dead, but just bad people. But, it did definitely allow for freedom on some people's sides. Like Melissa's.
The young adult was on roller skates and had a booming stero strapped to her back. If there were no zombies she imagined she'd be violating some sound limits for the area, but she didn't care. She also imagined she looked quite stupid, as she was by no means a perfect skater. She wobbled a lot, and fell over a few times too, but she was enjoying herself. And that was all people could ask for in an undead nightmare. Her stereo was old, looted from someone's house, it only took casettes and ran on batteries. So it was likely to fail her if she listened for too long or wore out the batteries too quickly. It also wasn't in the greatest condition, but it would do for her. Her stero was currently blasting the 'Beach Boys' greatest and most memorable hits', which at the moment was 'Good Vibrations' and Melissa was happily singing along. "I'm picking up the good vibrations! Good, good good vibrations!" She sang loudly as she approached a bridge. There was a figure slumped against the bridge's wall, and Melissa figured it was just another dead chap that had already been taken care of and perhaps shifted to the side of the road to provide some deceny or an easier route for the people that managed to still hold onto their cars. She figured that the main reason people didn't bring their cars with them when this all started to get to a safe place was because of the traffic, and it was initally faster on foot. But what people seemed to forget was that there were dead people on the streets waiting for them. So they hadn't really managed to do much on foot. Grimly, Melissa found this ironically amusing.
As she came up to the bridge, Melissa's stereo was still blasting out Good Vibrations, and the happy-go-lucky music persuaded her to try something fancy. A jump on her skates or something. Which was what she tried, a small jump. It didn't work well as the wheels slid on some blood and a few seconds passed before her bum banged into the tarmac. At well, at least it was her bum and not her head. She wasn't wearing any protective gear, you see, so a crack to the head could potentially be very damaging. That and a small part of her still feared that zombies could smell blood and brain goo from the living, so any cracks in her skull would not be good for her levels of paranoia...
Scrambling up off of her arse, Melissa rubbed at the blood stain on her jeans. It looked like a period gone wrong, but as long as it didn't enter any part of her body, she didn't care. After all, for what she knew, there was no one around to watch her. No, just a red haired zombie slumped against the bridge that wasn't slumped and was actually stood up..Man, she needed to work on her observational skills. Noting now that the figure had a bat and a bag, Melissa thought that perhaps she wasn't alone and had been seen as she fell. She had pretty much fallen in front of them, so it was more than likely. Staring at them, Melissa remained silent for a moment or two, balancing awkwardly on the red wheels of her skates.
The young adult was on roller skates and had a booming stero strapped to her back. If there were no zombies she imagined she'd be violating some sound limits for the area, but she didn't care. She also imagined she looked quite stupid, as she was by no means a perfect skater. She wobbled a lot, and fell over a few times too, but she was enjoying herself. And that was all people could ask for in an undead nightmare. Her stereo was old, looted from someone's house, it only took casettes and ran on batteries. So it was likely to fail her if she listened for too long or wore out the batteries too quickly. It also wasn't in the greatest condition, but it would do for her. Her stero was currently blasting the 'Beach Boys' greatest and most memorable hits', which at the moment was 'Good Vibrations' and Melissa was happily singing along. "I'm picking up the good vibrations! Good, good good vibrations!" She sang loudly as she approached a bridge. There was a figure slumped against the bridge's wall, and Melissa figured it was just another dead chap that had already been taken care of and perhaps shifted to the side of the road to provide some deceny or an easier route for the people that managed to still hold onto their cars. She figured that the main reason people didn't bring their cars with them when this all started to get to a safe place was because of the traffic, and it was initally faster on foot. But what people seemed to forget was that there were dead people on the streets waiting for them. So they hadn't really managed to do much on foot. Grimly, Melissa found this ironically amusing.
As she came up to the bridge, Melissa's stereo was still blasting out Good Vibrations, and the happy-go-lucky music persuaded her to try something fancy. A jump on her skates or something. Which was what she tried, a small jump. It didn't work well as the wheels slid on some blood and a few seconds passed before her bum banged into the tarmac. At well, at least it was her bum and not her head. She wasn't wearing any protective gear, you see, so a crack to the head could potentially be very damaging. That and a small part of her still feared that zombies could smell blood and brain goo from the living, so any cracks in her skull would not be good for her levels of paranoia...
Scrambling up off of her arse, Melissa rubbed at the blood stain on her jeans. It looked like a period gone wrong, but as long as it didn't enter any part of her body, she didn't care. After all, for what she knew, there was no one around to watch her. No, just a red haired zombie slumped against the bridge that wasn't slumped and was actually stood up..Man, she needed to work on her observational skills. Noting now that the figure had a bat and a bag, Melissa thought that perhaps she wasn't alone and had been seen as she fell. She had pretty much fallen in front of them, so it was more than likely. Staring at them, Melissa remained silent for a moment or two, balancing awkwardly on the red wheels of her skates.