The Dead Planet(Or World War Dead) (Pre-Prime) (NON-CANON)

((yup, his turn. He probably just has stuff going on in real life right now.))

Hearing the noise, she immediately grips her sidearm and flinches. Stepping back to assess the guttural screech she just listened to, she mutters quietly, "The fuck?". After regaining her composure, Alexis yells "Shut the hell up you hear? You might attract those things over here and they'll wipe us out before you know it!" The gun clicks back into the holster as it's slid in.
((Reserved for later I guess. I'll be off. Just ignore this completely I guess.))

((...why did you post here? And also, While I like it just fine, please remove that post, out of character is fine, but until CZ returns and posts, not in character.))

((I appreciate it.))

(I was kinda gone for a week, then gone for 4 days and lost track. Sorry)
Talon spun his pistols, then looked at a workbench, seeing a few blades and other pieces, then looking at his armor. With a grin, he walked up to it and started adding some modifications. A bit later, he played with the new retractable blades on his gauntlets and boots. "Alright, now I'm ready to fuck some zombie shit up," he said, picking up a helmet with an integrated gas mask and putting it on.

"Seeing as we're all equipped, no matter how improperly, we should set out. Food won't come flying through the front door by itself." She picks up her gun and sets out to the front door. "Y'all comin' or you too much of pansies to follow?" Alexis checks the magazine and walks out slowly, looking back to see if there are any followers.

All of the civilians, and other type people, that had lined up previously for this were going along, Nightmaer was walking shortly in front of Alexis, walking slightly faster.

"Improperly equipped? A zombie grabs onto me, I won't need to reach for anything, I can just stab the fucker in the mouth and have it be over with," Talon said with a grin, following them along while playing with his pistols.

((Heheh, sorry. Got grounded, then my laptop's cables for the LCD screen went AWOL.))"

The streets were quiet, and minorly foggy. Every turn seems to have signs of struggles, death, blood, or all of the above. The loudest noise was footsteps. Calm, pacing footsteps, as the party continued onward out on the street. It's been a while. Most of the buildings were broken into, and it was a rare sight to see a untouched building... usually being something useless.

((Edited!))

((thank you, and it actually sounds better too. So, awesome job. however, I'm writing this post at six thirty AM, and have practically no brain at the time, so...yeah.))

((PLOTHOLE!!! Nightmaer didn't exist until after fusion, so he couldn't be here in a canon RP! I'M STUPID!!))

(It's going to get retconned by First Contact anyway, no real problem)