I jump as a bullet whizzes past my head, and begin to stab the zombies anywhere I can. I swing the spear around and konk one over the head. I manage to look up once to see where the bullet came from. A man with gun is there.

"are you ok?" i ask. i hear a clap. "you can follow if you wish, but we have to hurry." my arm twitches, and i almost drop my gun. "damn it!" i look down. blood covers my hand. "do you have anything i can wrap my arm up with."

"Hold on a sec!" I yell over the zombies' heads. I grip my spear tighter and charge through the center, stabbing zombies as I make my mad dash. I trip, and sprawl on the ground, face-first. Flipping over onto my back, I stab the advancing zombies, trying to hold them off long enough so I can get off the ground. Part of me screams to curl up on the floor, but I continue to fight. I flip my spear around, and swing the blunt end at the zombie's feet. Some fall to the ground, and I prepare to do it again, still lying on my back on the floor.

Nobody responds and I sprint through the halls once more, looking for anybody that was on the floor I was on.

i shot the remanding zombies. "clap twice!" i yell.

I swing the pole once more and leap to my feet, sprinting to the man. "What's going on?" I ask

I halt and clap twice, before looking around for any others once more.

"we need to go, she is going to get herself killed." i try to forget about my arm for a moment

(could i join, but i dont know where the forms are)

in the find roleplayers tab