Vermin Supreme yelled after his attempt at breaking down the second door failed. Vermin: FUCK! That's it, we are getting into these god damn rooms. Staring back at his companions he tells them, Vermin: I will open that door. And when I do, I am going to run back towards the stairs. As soon as I open this door, you will all take one shot into whatever comes out.
Professor: I have a plan, you (pointing to Barner) I want you to get on that side of the door. I will stand on the other side and open up the door slowly, you (pointing to Hanz) you have a the post firepower. If one of thows thinks jump out at us fire a shell into it.
The door creeps open, and the light pours into the darkness... As Vermin flips the light switch, the light flickered on. On the bed in a corner, an elderly lady groaned and struggled in her bed. The only issue was the state she was in. Her skin was peeling off exposing large spots of blood and organs... She was a zombie, tied to her bed. The pub owner must have hidden her to keep her safe... The room was empty besides for the bed.
Vermin Supreme stares long and hard at the woman. He advances closely, but stops 5 feet away from the dead woman. He looks at her long and hard, and then looks at a table next to her, and picks up a pill bottle. Vermin: A bottle of F-22. The universal medicine. Staring back at the others, and then looking at the woman, he reaches into his small bag and pulls out a knife.
He then raises the knife, and says Vermin: May god have mercy on your soul. He brings down the knife, and misses. His drunken state prevents him from clearly aiming. He then backs away and looks around the room.
The Professor lowers his gun and is shocked at what he sees. Professor to Supreme: Is there anything you can do for her?
Vermin replies to the Professor: I don't know. I don't know what the fuck is going on or what the fuck she is or why she is being restrained and I just don't fucking know. He looks outside through a window. Tens, hundreds maybe, of these things roam the streets. He quickly falls to his knees and starts to bang the flood. Vermin: GOD DAMMIT! YOU FUCKERS! ITS ALL FUCKING GONE! Regaining his composure, he looks back at the Professor: I need blood samples, and that bottle of F-22. Take my knife.
Vermin looks at the German and glares at him. Vermin to German: Alright. See what you can find. By the way, what is your name?
Hanz Opium, my German has little accent from Los angeles when I was, eh, studying Hanz rushes out of room and upstairs
To Hanz and the Cop: Yes you two go up and see what you can find. The Professor takes the knife and with some hesitation gets blood samples. The hole time he feels sick by what he was doing which suprised him as he had seen bodies riped apart during his time in Vietnam. To Vermin: Here's the blood samples, also you're a doctor right?
Vermin is puzzled by Hanz' actions, but shrugs it off and pulls out his medical textbook and flips through all the pages. Findind nothing on what the woman is suffering from, he looks around the room.
To the Professor: Doctor, yes, you could say that. He turns to the Professor and snatches the blood samples and bottle and stuffs them in his bag. To the Professor: My name is Vermin, Vermin Supreme. What is your name?
Barner looks at the German suspiciously, then nods at the decision before heading down the hallway to the stairs to the roof. As he reaches his location, instead of waiting for the German, he goes nearer to the edge, and sees masses of the things.
The zombie hoade had finally reached the town. The roads leading to London can not be seen under the walking corpses. The screaming increased and the gunfire was almost completely gone... They could see mutations of the zombies too, such as oversized butchers holding cleavers and even ones falling apart with green ooze falling out of them. About ten blocks to the west is an airport, they could make a break for it or try to aim get to Wales and take a boat from a port in Swansea.
Meanwhile in Sieberia- Sergent Avel: General Lighthouse, we have terrible news. Me: What is it Avel? Sergent Avel: Our Expirement has failed. We should not have assumed that extreme condition to cold wheater like here in Russia would kill them off, and it seems that the zombie population has increased amazingly! I fear we shall run ou of supllies in 2-3 months Me: Damn! I know I should have never left the states for Europe. I hope its better off there, I hope I can find more people to join me. Sergent Avel: I hope you get ALOT of people and supplies because the winter is going to get colder and colder in the following weeks Me: Well... best of luck to you and your men. I only wish I could have taken you with me.
Vermin Supreme, after standing around for many days, finally decides to end this horrendous experience and takes out his knife and stabs everyone on the second and third floors, and finally he slits his own throat.
... Well then... We'll start up a good version soon enough... Lighthouse could be my dungeon master companion
