Zombie Land (Always open)

I looked over his shoulder at the huge super market. "Perfect!"

[[to late to join?]]

no i'm sure its not))

Full Name: if you must know, its joshua.
City:seattle. [i am away from home.]
Age: 18
Other: he is smart, boxer, wrestler, football player, baseball mvp. all that stuff.
Looks:

holy hell if your on all those teams u much be strong ))

[[i just said what i used to do. thats my senior picture.]]

Owww -whistles-))

((yay!, more peoples))

thats what i thought))

I smiled "hold on" I advised and power slid into the parking lot

"Rhyn!" I yelled.

I laughed "what?" I asked innocently

i walked through the isles, grabbing food and putting it in my cart. it was filled with easy mac, noodles, and gatorade. "well, that should be it." i started to walk away and the cart squeaked loudly. the sound echoed through the store. i could hear the moans of the undead heading for me. i pulled out my ma duce and checked my rounds. "bring it on mother fuckers." i lit up the store like the fourth of july. i walked backwards out of the main doors and saw a car screech in the parking lot. i looked back and heard the gun click. i booked it towards the truck i had.

"You da- THERE A GUY!" I yelled

I pulled up next to him "would you like some help?" I asked with a smile

i slammed the top shut. "would be appreciated." i stood up and turned around. i started letting off bursts of rounds as i walked closer to the store. i threw the gun down and pulled my Spaz-12 with incendiary rounds over my shoulder. one after the other i kept lighting them up.

I slid to a stop and hoped out drawing my swords as I went "stop taking all the fun" I complained

i pulled back to reload. "just having some fun!" i walked to my truck. "bring them outside. i have a present for them!" i hopped in the back of my truck and lifted the tarp of the gun and ammo stash i had in the bed.

"Can me and jas bring them out?" i asked

i chuckled. "well, just cut your arm!" i pulled up an RPG.

"Hmm temping but no."

i sighed. "fine, just get out of there!" i pulled out my combat knife and slid it down my arm. they stopped and started to charge at me. i steadied the RPG, took aim, and fired, launching multiple zombie freaks into the air. "there, now i can get my food." i walked through the field of dismembered body parts and into the store. i grabbed my cart and walked out.

"You just cut your damn arm." i said.

i looked down. "and? i have a strong pain resistance!"

"What if a zombie bleeds on you?" i asked.