"Unwelcome" Robert, Helen, Annabelle, and Stephanie, Poughkeepsie, New York,
The gruesome sight of the outside cast an immense feeling of impending doom over the family as they forced the garage door open. Smoke and fire filled the air as the National Guard plowed through the streets, opening fire on the undead that swarmed the neighborhood. Helicopters circled overhead, unleashing a massive wave of bullets on the hordes that engulfed many survivors. Grabbing a gasoline canister, Robert tosses the canister in the back seats of the mini-van; gun at the ready, Robert awaited the approach of any undead. Opening the front seat car door, Robert plunges into the car, quickly slamming the door shut. Robert quickly starts the car, the sound of the engine's roar marks the cars' readiness. Reversing out of the garage, Robert's eyes gaze up at the house that he and Helen worked so hard for, all the taxes, the mortigage, everything that they valued would be left behind. Their safety breached by those things. Speeding out of the cul-de-sac, Robert courses the car through more than one obstical, avoiding abandoned cars and the undead.
While Francisco and George seemed worried, Mateo simply could not be more happy, they finally found civilization, or, at least, the closer thing to it. A roof over their heads after so much time on the road, hell, even not a psycho leader like Lucy! (Or, at least that's how he looked like, he couldn't be so unlucky to get out of a crazy regime to get into another), he said, finally really happy after so much time:
-Okay, guys, we found people. We found home.
The man and I have been walking for what seemed like hours. "I think you'll like our camp." He said "Who are you anyway?" He asked me.
"I'm Henry. And you?" "Call me Charles." We kept walking to the camp.
"The people in the camp, some of them are a bit rough around the edges, some have had hard times since the outbreak, but they're good people." He explained. "But this one guy, Paul, lost his wife to a group of walkers about a week ago. He's still grieving over his loss, so try to avoid him for now." We kept walking, and I remained silent.
After some more time of walking, we finally arrived at the camp. "And welcome to the camp." Charles said. I looked around. There were some people cooking some food, a man skinning a deer, a man walking around the outside of the camp holding a shotgun, and tents were set up around the camp.
We stopped in the middle of the camp. "Now, I've gotta ask the one in charge if you can stay in this camp. In the meantime, why don't you get acquainted with the people here." Charles said before walking away.
Sheriff's Office, Northwood, New York
The man that seemed in charge told the group to give him the weapons and told them that he would ask them some questions.
-Sure, allrigth, take them.-Said Mateo, handing him his crossbow, bolts and machete. George doubted for a second, but he handed his weapons too. Francisco was not sure about the situation, but he handed his weapons too.
-So, what was you going to ask us?
"Unwelcome" Robert, Helen, Stephanie, and Annabelle, Poughkeepsie, New York, An hour had passed, it seemed like forever to Anna who sat impatiently, holding her teddy bear close to her chest as her parents talked in weird tones of fear. Noises of frantic words echoed like a distant ghost through the car radio. A man's voice spoke words of immediate danger. It was all unnerving to a naive little girl, almost frightening. The only comfort Anna found was in her sisters words, Stephanie had tried to calm Anna down, using the techniques Helen had taught her so long ago. Beyond the mini-vans' tinted windows resided a world torn to pieces by the undead. Streets lined with the monsters that consumed the flesh of living things, it was a real-life horror movie, not so unlike the ones made by George Romero. Havoc erupted all around the family as the National Guard laid waste hundreds of thousands of bullets on the corpses that roamed the Earth.
Sirens sounded all throughout the city, initiating a state-wide panic that would shake the confines of average life. Roberts' eyes stay glued to the road as he looks out for any stray undead, soldiers, and really anything that found its way in front of the van. Helen calmly conversed with Robert over an emergency plan. Robert listened and nodded in response, though he paid little attention as he was still in shock from everything.
"Unrest" John, Kate, Chris, and Greg Brooklyn, New York, Hours had passed since the alarms sounded throughout the city and the National Guard swept through the city. An uneasiness descended upon John, he was unsure what to do, no proper instructions were issued to them, the news told them to evacuate to the Brooklyn Bridge, the National Guard told them to stay inside, meanwhile the sirens issued them to evacuate. Nothing clear came through, and it made John irritated. Greg had took charge, deciding to lock John, Kate, and Chris within the apartment. John was used to Greg being the leader as he typically was, he was better suited to command than anyone else in the apartment. Kate was curled up in a ball on the couch as her eyes stayed on the TV, watching the newscaster broadcast news, unsuccessfully trying to keep a calmness over the world.
"We should leave, get to the bridge, the National Guard will be there, they'll protect us and evacuate us to Ellis Island." Chris argues with Greg.
"Like hell we are, you heard them, those soldiers said it themselves, we're staying put and waiting for this all to clear up." Greg counters.
"Yeah, but we don't know if this will all just pass over Greg." John says.
"True, but do you want to go risking your life on the assumption that everything will be solved by the Guard?"
Chris shakes his head in disagreement.
"I can't believe this, I mean seriously how long do you think we can stay in here? We won't last a month without any supplies." Chris says.
"And what makes you think that? Surely we can handle ourselves." Greg says.
"Doubtful, we only have enough food to last us two weeks at the most. Without food, we'll starve." Chris responds.
Northwood, New York State.
They told them their names, ages, and what happened until they got there, they didn't really knew how may walkers they killed, but they knew how many humans.
-A bandit... Trying to kill us, in self defense and...-Francisco doubted.
-We gave our former leader death sentence, we suppouse-Mateo took the word-She killed a friend of ours and she was totally crazy... She...
-She enjoyed killing-Said George-She was a psycopath and we did not had any other option, so we abandoned her... We would never kill a human being if possible, but this world is taking off the worst of us...
Mateo, Northwood, New York state.
-Mateo smiled, he found home, he was guided by a man towards his room, aswell as Francisco and George to their respective rooms.
The first thing Mateo did was take a shower, and he couldn't belive what he found.
-OH, MY GOD THEY HAVE HOT WATER!!!!!!
((The previous post being the beginning, this is going to be present time.))
Dietrich Heeles, Maine
Dietrich felt a cold breeze. "Ugh, vinter is coming." Complained Dietrich. It may have been winter, or just the cold winds of Maine. Dietrich still felt the need to move south. He wished he had a vehicle; he wouldn't get far without one, but he moved along, Encountering the occasional walker, which he took care of, some not so easy though. Dietrich stopped walking. He checked his supplies, food was low, water was more than half way gone. "Nothing seems to vork ze vay I wish." Dietrich groaned. He continue to move south, until he saw a sign. 'Welcome to New York.' Dietrich walked in, bone saw in hand, as well as a large syringe. He was almost immediately met by a walker. He had a struggle killing it, as it was close when he noticed it, but in time the syringe was deep in the walker's skull. Dietrich looked at the syringe. He pulled it out, but he did so by the pump and pulled up the blood of the walker. He looked at the disgustingness of it. "Zis might be a great veapon." He deviously said. He used as many syringe as possible to get all the blood from the walker, because these were very large syringes, and got 6 full syringes. These would be for long ranged targets, that he could not directly shoot in the head with his crossbow and poison them if it wasn't already a lethal shot. He continued along his way, avoiding as many walkers as possible.
Age(Between 15 & 45)- 38
Gender(Male/Female/Both)- Male
Ethnicity(Caucasian/African-American/Asian/Etc.)- Caucasian
Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)-
Clothing- He wears a ripped and torn business suit with the right sleeve torn off. He has a bandage wrapped around his right forearm. Personality(Characteristics)- Very secluded, but formidable and confident. He has a large heart for people in need, which sometimes does not help him. Biography- Jacob was born into a very abuse family. His father was a drunk, had no job or life, and was constantly beating his mom and him. Jacob went through school without really talking, and getting good grades. On one night, Jacob's father was threatening his mom with a knife, and Jacob put a stop to it. He stabbed his father in the arm, and his father stumble backwards and hit Jacob. Jacob was completely unphased, however, because he was in a blind fury. He took the knife out of his father's arm and stabbed him again, and again, and again. He stabbed his father so many times that he lost count. Jacob's mother called the police, but Jacob's father was already dead. Jacob sat in a corner and cried until the police got there. The police comforted him and he had many sessions with a psychiatrist. He has since put this event behind him, and moved on and taken a business job.
City/Location- Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Inventory(11 Items or Less)- Food and water, a pistol with 60 rounds, a golf club, a briefcase, a picture of his family, 3 bandages, and 3 all-use medkits
Theme Song- n/a
Other- Walker. Could I get a summary of what has happened so far?
Dietrich continued to move south, he hoped to at least get to south Pennsylvania by the beginning of winter, but he wouldn't due to many walkers in the way. Dietrich found that New York was a great place to look for supplies. He found many dried foods, such as crackers. Water was still scare, he didn't find much of it. In this salvaging, Dietrich found a telescope, most likely a collectors item. He climbed a ladder on the side of a four story building, which was nearly the tallest one in his area. He observed his surroundings, looking where to go, and where walkers were going. That would unfortunately change as he made noise. He also checked for a vehicle. He use his telescope to find these, and he found a scooter, a broke down looking car, and a beat up van. He instinctively chose the van. He began to move out, and he stayed out of the way of walkers, thus he encountered few. He made it to the van, and opened the door, got inside and closed it very carefully. He checked for keys, and none were found. He pulled out his medical supplies. He picked a thin medical knife and a pin to attempt a lock pick. He knew very little about the subject, be he knew you could feel pressure in the ions inside the lock, and all pressure is relieved when it is unlocked. He tried to lock pick the ignition for well over 45 minutes, and he eventually got it, and twisted the knife like a key. The car started, and the gas was a little less than half. "Maybe I just mizpoke earlier, about zings never vorking the right way." He said triumphantly. So, with this victory, he drove, until gas was empty, and the front of the car was stained with walker blood. He was still in New York, but he was much more south than he was previously.
Jacob sat in his old apartment in one of the many hotels in Philadelphia. He remembered this place from when he first started out as a young businessman. He looked at himself now in the dust mirror, with his pistol aimed at the bottom of his jaw. There was a tear forming in his eye, and he remembered everything that led up to this moment. His abusive father, his mother, the day he killed his father, all of it pointless now, with the gun at his head. He was crying, and he regretted everything he did. He wanted to take all the things he said, all the things he had done, all the people he hurt; he wanted to take it back. He closed his eyes and took a breath. No, he said to himself. Not now. He exhaled and pulled the gun down. He got up and went to the emergency radio he has found in one of the storage closets. Jacob didn't know how to use it, but it seemed pretty simple. He checked the batteries, which seemed fine, and turned it on. There was a dull static. He turned the dial left and right until he heard a broadcast. It was the old military broadcast that was sent out when everything started.
Jacob pressed a button in the side and started to talk in his british accent. " Uh, hello? This is Jacob Sithe, a survivor among the ruins of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. If anyone can hear this, please respond." He repeated the call on a few other channels, and then sat down in the apartment.
Dietrich Heeles, New York
"Ugh." Dietrich groaned when he fell over a tall aluminum fence. He was being chased by walkers. He was accidentally began moving north to Manhattan. As he was running, something his brain sparked. It was the energy blast that made him insane, he could feel it. In this spark he had the urge to recreate the energy, but in a more stable state, but now was not the time to do that. He'd need a workshop, and defenses for it. He just now realized he lost the walkers. "Oh, very nice." He said. Now, he now looked around, for a mostly reinforced building. He found a low walker populated area, with a few dense buildings, almost like a village. He found a large shed, with many work tools. He cleared it out, except for a metal table, a tool box, and a box of smaller tools and wires that would be of use. He began to recreate the blast, but as much as he tried, he couldn't find the solution. Then the spark reignited. He remembered it, sort of. He remembered the six tools he used to create it, but he didn't use one of them, the way to find a stable version, was through trial and error. He had created a mechanism to create a blast, he need electricity however. He salvaged the village for a generator. Luckily, he found a very small one, on very low gas. This meant each time he tried, he would have to turn it off as soon as it was in. He wired the generator to the mechanism, and turned it on. It simply sizzled. "Hmm, vat is is there to try." He reused the tool he left out, and used a pair of pliers to tune the mechanism. He remade the mechanism over and over again, but he used all of his wire, as it all sizzled. "I guess ze blast cannot be recreated zhen." The spark did not give up, and made him use precise math. He needed a chalk board or something to do so. Dietrich said no to the spark, and the spark practically knocked him out in pain.
He woke up in the workshop floor, confused, and felt even more insane, but the spark seemed gone. He wished it was at least, but he decided to stay in the village.
((It appears the RP is dying, maybe a post will help))
Dietrich Heeles, New York
"Damnit!" Dietrich exclaimed when he dropped a syringe with walker blood, which he has named E.D.U.B, which is an acronym for Extremely Dangerous Undead Blood. The reason he used foul language, was due to the fact it landed on the pump. He immediately got some water to rinse the blood into the grass outside his workshop, and the grass already seemed to wither. Dietrich had made improvements to his workshop, and cleaned it with extreme care. He also found room for a bed, which he took from a nearby house, that happened to have a walker in it. Well, maybe not a walker, more like a sleeping person, who popped up out no where and scared the color out of Dietrich. Anyway, it put a good fight up, but Dietrich had his bone saw and hacked the heck out of that thing. He also had found a fairly long strip of metal, and a steel pipe. With this he made a 'lock' for his door. Dietrich now had another mission, get gas. His generator ran on gas. He had a large bucket and a sharp knife he intended to use, he just needed a gas station, and he may or may not have brought a match with him. He snuck through the small town to avoid noise, and began his search. He tried to stay low as much as possible, still drawing the occasional walker. But then, there it was. A gas station. The sign was flickering and dangling by one hinge, but it was beautiful. Dietrich walked to then pump, and with a fluid motion, he cut the hose on the pump. It made a loud HITCHSSS noise. The gas that came out Dietrich caught in his bucket. Walkers neared in, gas ran low, so Dietrich pulled the bucket away, and as he walked, he left a thin path of gas, when he felt he was a safe distance away, he pulled out a match and the box for it. He lit it. The effect was instant, and walkers were propelled in every direction, and blown to bits, some almost hitting Dietrich. "Oh, ze joys ov being a mad man." Dietrich said looking into the flames, and noticing walkers moving toward it, "Ze joys indeed."
Robert, Helen, Annabelle, and Stephanie,
Poughkeepsie, New York,
The gruesome sight of the outside cast an immense feeling of impending doom over the family as they forced the garage door open. Smoke and fire filled the air as the National Guard plowed through the streets, opening fire on the undead that swarmed the neighborhood. Helicopters circled overhead, unleashing a massive wave of bullets on the hordes that engulfed many survivors. Grabbing a gasoline canister, Robert tosses the canister in the back seats of the mini-van; gun at the ready, Robert awaited the approach of any undead. Opening the front seat car door, Robert plunges into the car, quickly slamming the door shut. Robert quickly starts the car, the sound of the engine's roar marks the cars' readiness. Reversing out of the garage, Robert's eyes gaze up at the house that he and Helen worked so hard for, all the taxes, the mortigage, everything that they valued would be left behind. Their safety breached by those things. Speeding out of the cul-de-sac, Robert courses the car through more than one obstical, avoiding abandoned cars and the undead.
While Francisco and George seemed worried, Mateo simply could not be more happy, they finally found civilization, or, at least, the closer thing to it. A roof over their heads after so much time on the road, hell, even not a psycho leader like Lucy! (Or, at least that's how he looked like, he couldn't be so unlucky to get out of a crazy regime to get into another), he said, finally really happy after so much time:
-Okay, guys, we found people. We found home.
"I'm Henry. And you?" "Call me Charles." We kept walking to the camp.
"The people in the camp, some of them are a bit rough around the edges, some have had hard times since the outbreak, but they're good people." He explained. "But this one guy, Paul, lost his wife to a group of walkers about a week ago. He's still grieving over his loss, so try to avoid him for now." We kept walking, and I remained silent.
After some more time of walking, we finally arrived at the camp. "And welcome to the camp." Charles said. I looked around. There were some people cooking some food, a man skinning a deer, a man walking around the outside of the camp holding a shotgun, and tents were set up around the camp.
We stopped in the middle of the camp. "Now, I've gotta ask the one in charge if you can stay in this camp. In the meantime, why don't you get acquainted with the people here." Charles said before walking away.
The man that seemed in charge told the group to give him the weapons and told them that he would ask them some questions.
-Sure, allrigth, take them.-Said Mateo, handing him his crossbow, bolts and machete. George doubted for a second, but he handed his weapons too. Francisco was not sure about the situation, but he handed his weapons too.
-So, what was you going to ask us?
Robert, Helen, Stephanie, and Annabelle,
Poughkeepsie, New York,
An hour had passed, it seemed like forever to Anna who sat impatiently, holding her teddy bear close to her chest as her parents talked in weird tones of fear. Noises of frantic words echoed like a distant ghost through the car radio. A man's voice spoke words of immediate danger. It was all unnerving to a naive little girl, almost frightening. The only comfort Anna found was in her sisters words, Stephanie had tried to calm Anna down, using the techniques Helen had taught her so long ago. Beyond the mini-vans' tinted windows resided a world torn to pieces by the undead. Streets lined with the monsters that consumed the flesh of living things, it was a real-life horror movie, not so unlike the ones made by George Romero. Havoc erupted all around the family as the National Guard laid waste hundreds of thousands of bullets on the corpses that roamed the Earth.
Sirens sounded all throughout the city, initiating a state-wide panic that would shake the confines of average life. Roberts' eyes stay glued to the road as he looks out for any stray undead, soldiers, and really anything that found its way in front of the van. Helen calmly conversed with Robert over an emergency plan. Robert listened and nodded in response, though he paid little attention as he was still in shock from everything.
"Unrest"
John, Kate, Chris, and Greg
Brooklyn, New York,
Hours had passed since the alarms sounded throughout the city and the National Guard swept through the city. An uneasiness descended upon John, he was unsure what to do, no proper instructions were issued to them, the news told them to evacuate to the Brooklyn Bridge, the National Guard told them to stay inside, meanwhile the sirens issued them to evacuate. Nothing clear came through, and it made John irritated. Greg had took charge, deciding to lock John, Kate, and Chris within the apartment. John was used to Greg being the leader as he typically was, he was better suited to command than anyone else in the apartment. Kate was curled up in a ball on the couch as her eyes stayed on the TV, watching the newscaster broadcast news, unsuccessfully trying to keep a calmness over the world.
"We should leave, get to the bridge, the National Guard will be there, they'll protect us and evacuate us to Ellis Island." Chris argues with Greg.
"Like hell we are, you heard them, those soldiers said it themselves, we're staying put and waiting for this all to clear up." Greg counters.
"Yeah, but we don't know if this will all just pass over Greg." John says.
"True, but do you want to go risking your life on the assumption that everything will be solved by the Guard?"
Chris shakes his head in disagreement.
"I can't believe this, I mean seriously how long do you think we can stay in here? We won't last a month without any supplies." Chris says.
"And what makes you think that? Surely we can handle ourselves." Greg says.
"Doubtful, we only have enough food to last us two weeks at the most. Without food, we'll starve." Chris responds.
Greg frowns as he looks to John.
They told them their names, ages, and what happened until they got there, they didn't really knew how may walkers they killed, but they knew how many humans.
-A bandit... Trying to kill us, in self defense and...-Francisco doubted.
-We gave our former leader death sentence, we suppouse-Mateo took the word-She killed a friend of ours and she was totally crazy... She...
-She enjoyed killing-Said George-She was a psycopath and we did not had any other option, so we abandoned her... We would never kill a human being if possible, but this world is taking off the worst of us...
-Mateo smiled, he found home, he was guided by a man towards his room, aswell as Francisco and George to their respective rooms.
The first thing Mateo did was take a shower, and he couldn't belive what he found.
-OH, MY GOD THEY HAVE HOT WATER!!!!!!
Dietrich Heeles, Maine
Dietrich felt a cold breeze. "Ugh, vinter is coming." Complained Dietrich. It may have been winter, or just the cold winds of Maine. Dietrich still felt the need to move south. He wished he had a vehicle; he wouldn't get far without one, but he moved along, Encountering the occasional walker, which he took care of, some not so easy though. Dietrich stopped walking. He checked his supplies, food was low, water was more than half way gone. "Nothing seems to vork ze vay I wish." Dietrich groaned. He continue to move south, until he saw a sign. 'Welcome to New York.' Dietrich walked in, bone saw in hand, as well as a large syringe. He was almost immediately met by a walker. He had a struggle killing it, as it was close when he noticed it, but in time the syringe was deep in the walker's skull. Dietrich looked at the syringe. He pulled it out, but he did so by the pump and pulled up the blood of the walker. He looked at the disgustingness of it. "Zis might be a great veapon." He deviously said. He used as many syringe as possible to get all the blood from the walker, because these were very large syringes, and got 6 full syringes. These would be for long ranged targets, that he could not directly shoot in the head with his crossbow and poison them if it wasn't already a lethal shot. He continued along his way, avoiding as many walkers as possible.
Gender(Male/Female/Both)- Male
Ethnicity(Caucasian/African-American/Asian/Etc.)- Caucasian
Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)-
Personality(Characteristics)- Very secluded, but formidable and confident. He has a large heart for people in need, which sometimes does not help him.
Biography- Jacob was born into a very abuse family. His father was a drunk, had no job or life, and was constantly beating his mom and him. Jacob went through school without really talking, and getting good grades. On one night, Jacob's father was threatening his mom with a knife, and Jacob put a stop to it. He stabbed his father in the arm, and his father stumble backwards and hit Jacob. Jacob was completely unphased, however, because he was in a blind fury. He took the knife out of his father's arm and stabbed him again, and again, and again. He stabbed his father so many times that he lost count. Jacob's mother called the police, but Jacob's father was already dead. Jacob sat in a corner and cried until the police got there. The police comforted him and he had many sessions with a psychiatrist. He has since put this event behind him, and moved on and taken a business job.
Inventory(11 Items or Less)- Food and water, a pistol with 60 rounds, a golf club, a briefcase, a picture of his family, 3 bandages, and 3 all-use medkits
Other- Walker. Could I get a summary of what has happened so far?
Dietrich continued to move south, he hoped to at least get to south Pennsylvania by the beginning of winter, but he wouldn't due to many walkers in the way. Dietrich found that New York was a great place to look for supplies. He found many dried foods, such as crackers. Water was still scare, he didn't find much of it. In this salvaging, Dietrich found a telescope, most likely a collectors item. He climbed a ladder on the side of a four story building, which was nearly the tallest one in his area. He observed his surroundings, looking where to go, and where walkers were going. That would unfortunately change as he made noise. He also checked for a vehicle. He use his telescope to find these, and he found a scooter, a broke down looking car, and a beat up van. He instinctively chose the van. He began to move out, and he stayed out of the way of walkers, thus he encountered few. He made it to the van, and opened the door, got inside and closed it very carefully. He checked for keys, and none were found. He pulled out his medical supplies. He picked a thin medical knife and a pin to attempt a lock pick. He knew very little about the subject, be he knew you could feel pressure in the ions inside the lock, and all pressure is relieved when it is unlocked. He tried to lock pick the ignition for well over 45 minutes, and he eventually got it, and twisted the knife like a key. The car started, and the gas was a little less than half. "Maybe I just mizpoke earlier, about zings never vorking the right way." He said triumphantly. So, with this victory, he drove, until gas was empty, and the front of the car was stained with walker blood. He was still in New York, but he was much more south than he was previously.
Jacob pressed a button in the side and started to talk in his british accent. " Uh, hello? This is Jacob Sithe, a survivor among the ruins of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. If anyone can hear this, please respond." He repeated the call on a few other channels, and then sat down in the apartment.
"Ugh." Dietrich groaned when he fell over a tall aluminum fence. He was being chased by walkers. He was accidentally began moving north to Manhattan. As he was running, something his brain sparked. It was the energy blast that made him insane, he could feel it. In this spark he had the urge to recreate the energy, but in a more stable state, but now was not the time to do that. He'd need a workshop, and defenses for it. He just now realized he lost the walkers. "Oh, very nice." He said. Now, he now looked around, for a mostly reinforced building. He found a low walker populated area, with a few dense buildings, almost like a village. He found a large shed, with many work tools. He cleared it out, except for a metal table, a tool box, and a box of smaller tools and wires that would be of use. He began to recreate the blast, but as much as he tried, he couldn't find the solution. Then the spark reignited. He remembered it, sort of. He remembered the six tools he used to create it, but he didn't use one of them, the way to find a stable version, was through trial and error. He had created a mechanism to create a blast, he need electricity however. He salvaged the village for a generator. Luckily, he found a very small one, on very low gas. This meant each time he tried, he would have to turn it off as soon as it was in. He wired the generator to the mechanism, and turned it on. It simply sizzled. "Hmm, vat is is there to try." He reused the tool he left out, and used a pair of pliers to tune the mechanism. He remade the mechanism over and over again, but he used all of his wire, as it all sizzled. "I guess ze blast cannot be recreated zhen." The spark did not give up, and made him use precise math. He needed a chalk board or something to do so. Dietrich said no to the spark, and the spark practically knocked him out in pain.
He woke up in the workshop floor, confused, and felt even more insane, but the spark seemed gone. He wished it was at least, but he decided to stay in the village.
Dietrich Heeles, New York
"Damnit!" Dietrich exclaimed when he dropped a syringe with walker blood, which he has named E.D.U.B, which is an acronym for Extremely Dangerous Undead Blood. The reason he used foul language, was due to the fact it landed on the pump. He immediately got some water to rinse the blood into the grass outside his workshop, and the grass already seemed to wither. Dietrich had made improvements to his workshop, and cleaned it with extreme care. He also found room for a bed, which he took from a nearby house, that happened to have a walker in it. Well, maybe not a walker, more like a sleeping person, who popped up out no where and scared the color out of Dietrich. Anyway, it put a good fight up, but Dietrich had his bone saw and hacked the heck out of that thing. He also had found a fairly long strip of metal, and a steel pipe. With this he made a 'lock' for his door. Dietrich now had another mission, get gas. His generator ran on gas. He had a large bucket and a sharp knife he intended to use, he just needed a gas station, and he may or may not have brought a match with him. He snuck through the small town to avoid noise, and began his search. He tried to stay low as much as possible, still drawing the occasional walker. But then, there it was. A gas station. The sign was flickering and dangling by one hinge, but it was beautiful. Dietrich walked to then pump, and with a fluid motion, he cut the hose on the pump. It made a loud HITCHSSS noise. The gas that came out Dietrich caught in his bucket. Walkers neared in, gas ran low, so Dietrich pulled the bucket away, and as he walked, he left a thin path of gas, when he felt he was a safe distance away, he pulled out a match and the box for it. He lit it. The effect was instant, and walkers were propelled in every direction, and blown to bits, some almost hitting Dietrich. "Oh, ze joys ov being a mad man." Dietrich said looking into the flames, and noticing walkers moving toward it, "Ze joys indeed."