Zombie Apocalypse

Marshall looks behind him, shrugs and says,
"Maybe she's suicidal."
He turns back to look at Rachel

((Who has a slightly unintelligent character?))

(( mine is a medical professional so not him. ))

((Ask the person who's character went toward the zombies... To escape the zombies.))

((No guys, Rachel was already on the other side of the street, she had been sleeping on the roof. When Marshall broke the window of the other building, it was the building that she was on. So she jumped to the building next to it but was still on the other side of the street. She's trying to get away from the zombies.))

Zombie girl: *sees Rachel... Staggers towards her and asks:* brains? *groans and walks past... Sees Marshall and starts running at him roaring:* BRAINS!!
((Ok you can kill her now))

((Mary... They're all in buildings.. Or on top, in my case))

Rachel:*holds up her gun and makes gestures to ask if they have guns*

(( ... He doesn't have any weapons... He might have salt though.... Salt is pretty powerful against a zombie. And not for the reason MCP is probably thinking of. It's like pouring it on a snail. At least that's what my research tells me. ))
Marshall shakes his head.

((Okok. Anyway. My character is a genius so let's not do him either))

Riot: *runs toward zombie, snarling* *stabs zombie once in the chest, working the blade between it's nearly visible ribs* *scrambles back to Marshall*

((Yeah I knew he didn't have a gun but Rachel's going to ask him, of course))

Rachel:*wants to have some more people on her side. Racks her brain for ideas on how to get to them fast enough without being eaten*

((Fine I'll repost later... ))

"Did you get hurt?"
Marshall asks Riot.

Riot: *shakes head* nervous system wearing down. They become slow reactors. Hit hem fast and they won't have time to hit back

"Darn... Anyways. Do you have any weapons besides your knife?"

Riot: my mind. My mind is the only weapon. Everything else is simply a tool.

"... Yeah... Have any 'tools' that can be used to defeat zombies?"

*The zombies have started crawling through the building Rachel had just exited. Some have spotted her on the other building and are trying to reach her. Shots ring out as she fires her gun at the advancing zombies*

Riot: everything is a tool. Everything you could possibly think of anything at all. Tree grass cup book knife gun scarf rope pillow pen bottle box hanger crate bag... *continues*

Riot: *looks up at the sound of gunfire and hisses angrily* GUNFIRE ATTRACT ZOMBIES! They come...they come to you when they hear guns. *he continues talking although he knows she can't hear him*

"You are no help besides zombie bait, aren't you. Of course."
Marshall shakes his head.
"Well at least I'll get a lot of tests out of you."

*rachel has no choice but to run for it. She leaps from the building. She feels sharp pain as her feet hit the street below. She gets up and runs to the other building. She gets inside and sprints up the steps, then stops, confused. She doesn't know which door Marshall and Riot are behind*

Marshall slides open the door slightly so Rachel can get in.

Rachel:*slides through the door and collapses, panting* thanks!

Marshall rebarricades the door.
"No problem. We're you hurt?"

Rachel: Just my ankles when I landed that jump.