Tomo2000

Character's Name: Agatha Moore
Weapons: Nail Gun (currently equipped), Metal Pipe (on back)
Pockets(9/10): x40 nails, x1 Small Food, x2 Bottle Water, x1 Flashlight (with batteries).
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There was a map of the mall on the inside of the news agency; one of those You Are Here type ones. There was a food court about 8 meters in front of Agatha's current position. She cursed, thinking herself stupid for not seeing the huge sign from the small gaps in the shutters. Agatha put the unloaded pistol in her belt and pulled out the nail gun, making sure the entire 'clip', if you'd call it that, was completely full, in case shit went bad.

The zombies were still over in the distance, munching on the corpse they had stumbled after together. Most of the time zombies were too busy eating to notice anybody at a distance. Agatha hoped that that would be the case this time. She slowly rolled the shutter open, just enough to peak outside; nothing. No movement, not even the occasional low grunt nearby.

She opened it a little more and, on her stomach, rolled outside. It was the first time outside in... She wasn't sure what the time was, or how long she had been asleep for. Had it been just a few hours, or had it been almost a day? The glass roof above her was orange of a late afternoon, but that wasn't much help. It was either an hour or two since the outbreak, or a whole day.

She crept up to the shutter in front of her, making sure nothing was going to jump her, and rolled the shutter up slightly. She knew that, if she were to look under the shutter, she may get jumped by the infected. But she had already planned this. She pulled out a pen from her pocket that she had found on the news agency counter, and quickly threw it under. It hit something, most likely the from counter, with a plastic thud. After that, there was no noise. She had hoped that, any infected inside, would have heard the thud and groaned a little bit.

With this little bit of security on her side, she rolled up the shutter and rolled under it, then closed it. It was dark inside, so she drew the flashlight, and scared the shit out of herself. Up against the counter, in front of her, was a person, staring up at the shutters; dead. He had a huge bite mark in his neck, and it looked like the zombie that got him had torn out his jugular before he had a chance to turn.

Coughing at the stench of the dead person, she took the metal pipe and slowly approached the zombie, leaving the flashlight and nail gun on the ground so that she could, if necessary, wield the pipe in both hands. She approached the corpse and nudged it slightly. No movement. Just to be on the safe side, she crouched over, aligned the metal pipe with its wide eyes, and thrust it forward with all her might. She was rewarded with a crunch as the pipe exited the back of its head and slightly broke the skin. She pulled the pipe out, using her foot as leverage, and sighed. Perhaps she had luck on her side today.

She retrieved both the flashlight and the nail gun and proceeded inside. There was quite a bit of food there; mostly perishables. She took what could fit in her bag and made her way to the back room, eating a small burger on her way. She planned that she'd eat enough to fill her inside, then go back out. In the back room wasn't much, but she found something she'd be able to use; stick-it notes and a pen. She jotted down some writing on two of them, then ate as many warm burgers as she could before leaving again.

Her shutter to the news agency hadn't changed, so nothing had gotten in or out. Hopefully. She closed the shutter of the food court a bit, but not enough so it would make a clank on the ground. She stuck one of the notes to the shutter. It read; "Food". Then, on her own, she stuck another, which read "Safe". This would, at least, give people after her a little bit of assistance in the event they needed a safe place to hide. With that, she rolled back under the shutters, closed it, and went back to reading MAD magazines and various comics.

Username: Tomo2000
Character's Name: Agatha Moore
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Weapons: Metal Pipe, Nail Gun
Pockets(9/10): x40 nails, x1 Small Food, x2 Bottle Water, x1 Flashlight (with batteries).
Descriptions: (If you notice, Agatha is the missing sister of Tom, one of the main characters from the original) School, again. After the term had returned, it was the same seemingly endless loop of boredom for the next ten weeks; sleep, wake up, go to school, go home, repeat. Agatha didn't have too many friends at school, so it wasn't like she went purely to see her friends. Then, one day during the third week of term, everything went to shit. Agatha is rather short; 5 foot 4 inches, and has long, black hair.
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"Get lost, bitch," the girl yelled, pushing Agatha. Her friends laughed at Agatha's misery, ripping through her bag, pulling out books and sheets of paper. "Stop that!" Agatha yelled, trying frantically to get past the bigger girl of the group. These girls were just the kind that you want to fall off the face of the Earth; the bitchy, stuck-up type. They had all come from rich families, and liked to pick on other girls. They were the main bullies of this school.

The bigger girl, Samantha, grabbed Agatha by the arm when she went to charge her and, effortlessly, tossed her away. Agatha hit the concrete and rolled, scrapping her elbows and knees in the process. The girls mocked her as they continued going through her books, most likely for anything they could use against her later. They were near Agatha's next class; Manual Arts or, as it was commonly called, Metal Works. It was just a class to build little tiny nic-naks. Most people saw it as a class where minimum effort was required to pass, while Agatha enjoyed making the tools to the best of her ability.

"This page has a heart on it!" one of the girls yelled, waving a folded piece of paper in the air. On the verge of tears, Agatha knew what she had to do. She got up and went to charge Samantha again, but, when Samantha went to grab her, skidded through the gap between her legs, her short size allowing her to manage this feat. The other girls looked at her in shock, but were too slow to react when Agatha regained her feet, snatched the paper from Caitlyn's hand and kept running.

"After her!" Caitlyn demanded Samantha, and the girls chased her towards the workshop. Agatha, being a rather sporty girl, reached the workshop much faster than the other girls, who, apart form Samantha, probably hadn't run since the cross country last year.

Agatha quickly stumbled into her class, which, since it was first recess, was completely empty, and instinct took over, and she searched the workshop for a suitable weapon. Agatha didn't even know where the idea came from, but she was sure that, if she didn't defend herself, the other girls would beat her black and blue. Again.

A metal pipe was sitting beside the teacher's desk, probably for opening the rusted door to the storage room. Agatha picked it up in both hands, finding it surprisingly light, and waited.

-- An hour later --

The metal pipe now sat on the principle's desk, with small blood stains visible on the heavier end of it. Agatha sat on a chair facing the principle and the school-based police officer. "You know that this is assault, right?" the police women said, writing down information from Agatha's school file.

"They started it!" Agatha cried desperately. Cristine, the police officer, just frowned. "Regardless of who started it, you were the one who took the most drastic measure. It goes beyond self defense in this case, I'm afraid."

Agatha fought to keep tears away. "Look," Cristine said, "If you're lucky, and since you're under eighteen, you might, and I emphasise MIGHT, be able to just get off with a warning, and maybe a small fine of some description. If not, you may be sent to Juvy."

Juvy was the term for the school where kids who had broken the law went to. If anything, it should be the four girls that had jumped her rather than her needing to go but, regardless, Agatha wasn't in any position to argue in her defense. "Go to class, okay?" Cristine said, "This'll take a few hours to even get to any decisions, so the best you can do is continue your studies and hope for the best."

At least this class was Manual Arts, one of her more favorable classes. The teacher was absent, however. Something about being sick with some kind of really bad flu. Come to think of it, lots of people were getting sick recently...

Then, suddenly, the door burst open and Cristine stumbled in, bleeding from the leg. "Something's wrong!" she said, ripping off her sleeve to stop the blood gushing from her leg. Everybody suddenly panicked. Agatha quickly ran to see what had happened to Cristine. "One of the teachers.." she said, looking sickly pale and breathing heavily, "Was looking.. really bad.. I asked if they needed help, and.. and he fell over. Then, when I went to help pick him up, he lurched forwards and bit me in the leg.."

Agatha and her brother had seen enough movies to know what was going on at this point. "How many more were there?" she asked Cristine. Cristine just shook her head; "Lots."

Cristine shifted her bleeding leg, crying in agony as she did so, and took her pistol out of her holster. "Listen," she said, handing the gun to Agatha, "I know what happens next. I turn into one of them... I'd like to remember my last memory of being human, rather than being a monster."

Agatha nodded, and cocked the small pistol. "Thanks." Cristine said. Then a gunshot shook the entire room.

Agatha's hands shook violently, but she knew that she had to find her brother and get out of the school. She ejected the clip in dismay, only to find that there were two bullets left. She quickly searched Cristine's smiling body for any more bullets, but only found a flashlight. Then she realized what she could use.

Her and one of her acquaintances from class, Andrew, both heaved the metal pipe to open the storage room door open. The rusted hinges creaked as the door slowly opened outwards. Metal and wood lined the walls of the room, with tools scattered in small boxes around the floor. Agatha had been in here many times, and knew what she was looking for.

Near the back of the store room was a gas-operated nail gun. It wasn't one of the cord ones, so it would be easy to carry around and use in self defense. Agatha had seen High School of the Dead, a Japanese anime in which an entire town quickly becomes infected while the main characters are at school, and that had sparked this idea.

Her brother wasn't at school, and said he was going to be hanging with a few mates at.. either the mall or the shopping center. Agatha cursed herself for not remembering which, but decided it was most likely that he'd be at the mall, so, once she cleared the school, that's where she'd go.

There was a scream, and Agatha woke up, her makeshift bed and pillow drenched in sweat. She heard the found of distant running footsteps, and then they stopped, and the sound of ripping flesh began. Agatha, when searching the mall, had managed to close the shutters of a news agency before the entire mall had become infected, which was just a bit over a day ago. Cristine's gun lay beside her, the clip empty, a memorabilia of complete safety, and things before they got worse.

Since she had remained completely silent, no zombies had managed to find her inside the news agency, and most people had died before getting this close. Agatha's stomach growled, and she opened the last item of food she managed to find in bags of her fellow students. She had managed to find a can of spaghetti and two bottles of water from backpacks outside her class, but searching any others may have been costly.

Completely disregarding the plastic fork attached to the side of the can, Agatha opened the can and ate with her hands, too hungry to waste a few seconds to take the plastic fork out of its plastic packet. The zombie that had awaited Agatha's arrival now sat outside, a nail through its neck, laying in a large bloody pile. It was a complete fluke that Agatha had got it in the jugular. It was even more of a fluke that zombies could either suffocate and bleed to death. Agatha's just lucky that they are still physically human, and not super-human, like in some movies.

She knew she had to leave soon, maybe jump to another small shop nearby. She still had a few dozen nails left and her trusty metal pipe. It was just a matter of time before she either worked up the courage or her hunger worked it up for her.

Fuck :'( ... I wondered why he never got online anymore... I scanned RMXPU for a few posts by him but couldn't find any recent ones. When I first read the above message copy I wasn't sure whether or not it was some massive elaborate troll or if it really had happened.. Michael was a dear friend, to more than a few of us, too. I had spent many years with him, Polraudio, Marked and countless amazing others working on random projects, like.. I believe it was called [b]The Collector[/b with Polraudio, and we had planned to make our own project a few days before we lost contact.

Michael was a dedicated Christian and, although I don't sway to any particular religion, I truly hope he's found the Heaven that he deserves. You will be missed, bro :'(

You should look at the eventing after all, that's why it's an unencrypted archive and thanks for takin' a look Kiriashi, I knew I could count on you

Added the first system for quite a while... Just made it in the 15 minutes before work. I thought I replied to this topic before leaving... Ah well. Enjoy