Welcome to The Closet Cult!

[pinkhusky]

[new york cite augest 9th 2010 AI (after infection) zombies every were every thing is distroid and dark there are few survivores and this is one story (resherch types of guns if you dont know them has to be like if a real zombie atack was going down the zombi disies dosnts spread when bitten so you cant turn in to one)


Jennifer sighed softly as she just shot one of the infected that tryed to get in to her safe house witch was a small abandon millitary post right out side of time squar she stood up and relaoded her M9 pistol cracking her knuckles she was young only 25 short abought 5'5" and only 113 punds she had long red hair and was warring a green tank top and stollen marien camies and boots she had been staying at this out post a while and she was pritty shure that she was the only one left in new york she sighed and headed over to her wepons and amo chash looking them over she had a shot gun 12 gage an m4 rifle a cuple difernt pisltols she picked up here and there a AR15 and a few other guns of such mostly millitary she picked up the sniper rifle and went on top of the post look out tower she sat there a minute adjusting her scope she peered through it siting in on a zombi squeezed the trigger and the ugly things head split open blush slpashing one the street she aimlessly pick off a few more before going back and flipping on the tv but nothing sep white noise was on she shut it off and let her self fall asleep in her small but inpenitruble fortress

[Varoona]

Flareny sliced her way through the hordes of zombies as she made her way to what looked like a rather fortified area. Once she was behind the sand bags she took a breather. Like the other woman her hair was a deep red color. an her left arm was the IRA insignia. The same design was also on the head band she wore and her belt. "Fookin langer zombies" she said and threw a grenade behind her before charging in to the house and re barricading it. attached to her back was the classic IRA flamethrower, a 12 gauge tactical shotgun, and a big ass machete. Of course she was outfitted with a few grenades, pipe bombs and Molotov cocktails as well just for safety. Taking one of the pipe bombs she lobed it out the window as far as she could and shut it hard. Breathing hard she found a ratty old couch and passed out on it.

[Curst Saden]

Sheline stumbled down the battered street, still reeling from the drastic change of events. In her hands was a baseball bat, though she hardly believed she had brought herself to use it when the invasion had begun. In her life before everything had changed, she had been a pop singer hoping to land a real career by reinacting other artists songs. Her diva clothes were ripped and torn, her peace sign necklace tarnished. She had long since abandoned her high heels for size ten penny loafers-the best shoes she could find. She was miserable, softly groaning with every step.

Dying for food, water, and a good manacure, she suddenly came to a shelter that looked livable. Maybe there were other survivors! Or perhaps it was a trap. These zombie-things had proven very clever at times. Feeling overwhelmed with hope she decided to risk it. Sheline charged to the house, banging on the door. "Hello?! Hey, is anybody in there? Hey, I'm alive! I'm real! Don't shoot me! Let me in!"

[pinkhusky]

jen popped up and rushed to the door her trusty m4 carbine rifle in hand she ran past the woman on the couch did even notise her she came to the door hearing the screams she through open the door garb the girl and threw her in slaming the door behind her "what the fuck was that abought lass you could have gotton us all killed you think that just running around banging on doors like some fuckin chick runnin 'round with its 'eah cut off is guna 'elp me out at all fuckin dim wit amaricans fuck" she sat down and looked at the girl "you look like you need some new cloths hold on " she went off some were dug through her stores pulled out a set of cammies and some boots that looked like they would fit the girl better then what she had on she then got a botle of water out of the frige and the left over corned beef she had found in a can while raiding a grocry store "her eat and drink get dressed and tell me your story " she sat down on the couch and jumped up seeing she sat on some other woman "what the bloody fuck did my house become some kinda shelter for lost women or some thing 'ow the fuck did she get in here!"

[Varoona]

Flareney Popped up as she was promtly sat on. "Bloody fucken 'ell. Wha's all t' screamen about." she said grogly and lifted herself up. She looked at the woman who sat on her and nodded "'ello luv. s'rry 'bout the breaken in. needed a place t' stay. Roit Name's Flareny McCalahn proud member o' the Irish Republican Army." she said saluting a little. "Again Sorry 'bout the breakin in 'er' Them rotters twere everywhere."

[Curst Saden]

Sheline yelped with suprise as she was dragged into the house. When her hostess produced food and clothes her spirits lifted considerably. "Oh thank you!" She snatched the corned beef and stuffed a handfull into her mouth.

After a moment of eating she swallowed and said "Thank you" again. "I'm Sheline Stardom..." she began as she slipped her new clothes on "....well no that's just my show name, I'm really Sheline Truman. I'm a singer, I-I love it..." she paused to take a drink "But what's the point of all that now? With all this shit going on all over. It's night of the living dead out there! One minute you're singing 'Love is a Battlefield' in a club, thiiiis close to a record deal and the next some icky zombie-things come crash the party!" Tears began to form in her eyes. "It's not fair."

Her eyes caught the other woman on the couch. "Wh-what's with her? Is she dead?" She pointed to the woman, and then noticed her fingers and gasped. "Oh god...I-BROKE-A-NAHAHAAAAIIIIL!!" She began to wail. Then Flanery popped awake. Sheline flinched violently and screamed. "Oh god! She isn't dead..."

[pinkhusky]

jennifer clapped her hand over her face "ah bloody fuckin hell i got my self a tarorist and a premadana" she said softly but still loud enugh to be herd she looked at the girl that was sobbing abought her stupid nail " huh you macahalan or what ever you said your name was i dont really give a flying fuck a'bought the bre'ck in and you the prissy bitch you 'ad better tughen up that thin sikn of yours us irish women are known to make full grown men cry so you aut to be shutting the fuck up i dont want to deal wit' your death on my hands becuase you couldnt shut up abought some fuckin dusty bunnies roit ya got that now" she tossed the girl some nail clippers "git rid of em or ill do it mah self" she grabbed the ira women and draged her ass in to the citchen as she was cursing sighlently to her self abought all the damed fiascose of the night she opened up the frige and cracked open a beer and handed one to the other laidy " ok "luv" she said sarcasticly "ive got rules i dont break em if you want to know ask ya get that roit and if not you and me might have a cuple problems but as they say nothing solves a problem beeter then a bottle of whisky "whith that she took out her flask "of whisky" and took a good gulp and walked out of the room sitting on the couch watching the sun rise

[Curst Saden]

Sheline sobbed as Jennifer told her to toughen up, the thought of it was just so opposite of herself. She gasped at the sight of the nail clipper and wailed a little harder. But she knew that to keep the nails would further aggrivate her host, and beautiful nails were no good to her dead. Her hands shaking, she reached for the nail clipper and, slowly, as if each clip took a year of her life away, she trimmed her nails. "It's not fair..." she choaked. "This sucks. It just-plain-su..."

She was interrupted as something struck the door. Sheline jumped with a shriek. Whatever it was struck the door again. A blood-curdling groan pierced the dead air. "OHMYGODTHEY'REBACK!!! AAAAAAAHHH!" The door took another hit. Sheline grabbed her bat and backed against the wall. "Uh, guys, help...."

[pinkhusky]

"FUCK'N HELL" jennifer swore loudly tossing her drink to the side leaping through the kitchen grabing her shot gun she aimed at the door and pulled the trigger blasting a hole in its blood splashing every were "fuck why cant you keep quiet fuckin permadana" she shot a few more rounds in to the walking bag of flesh then took one of her moltove cotails lit it with her zipo and through it with expert aim fire bursting sounds of the zomibes screams echoded down the streets