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((*sigh* Here we go again...  :facepalm:))

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Meanwhile, Braux split from the group, seeking around for something do use for his advantage. He was kind of a loner like that, besides, what's the worst that could happen?

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While the museum does have a collection of archiaic, modern, and future weapons, they are locked behind tough metal shutters. Not only that, ammo is limited (this is a museum, not an armoury)

You start with no weapons, items, or super powers. There are ways to obtain these things, but you are going to have to work for them.

(We doesn't start with any weapons. Also, try to read previous posts, the war history exhibition, which includes both WW1 and WW2, is a dead end, and we must find the keys before we can unlock any weapons.)

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(Since people are starting to split up, occationally include where you are at the start of the post.)

Indian Exhibit.

Sabre walked through the exhibit, looking for anything of use. Stepping over a knee high railing, taking a headdress off on of the numberous dummys and putting it on himself. He climbed in the teepee (those are tent like ones, wigwams are more like huts) where he found nothing much of interest. A tomohawk axe seemed promising, but was made of foam. The bow however, did seem functional, but had no arrows that he could see. "Anyone got use of this?" asked Sabre, holding it up in the air before placing it aside. He collapsed the teepee, pulling out the wooden sticks, snapping them over his knee. "If we can get some parphin and cotton wool, we can make fire arrows. We'll need to sharpen the ends too, as I don't think these will penatrate."

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(Since people are starting to split up, occationally include where you are at the start of the post.)

Indian Exhibit.

Sabre walked through the exhibit, looking for anything of use. Stepping over a knee high railing, taking a headdress off on of the numberous dummys and putting it on himself. He climbed in the teepee (those are tent like ones, wigwams are more like huts) where he found nothing much of interest. A tomohawk axe seemed promising, but was made of foam. The bow however, did seem functional, but had no arrows that he could see. "Anyone got use of this?" asked Sabre, holding it up in the air before placing it aside. He collapsed the teepee, pulling out the wooden sticks, snapping them over his knee. "If we can get some parphin and cotton wool, we can make fire arrows. We'll need to sharpen the ends too, as I don't think these will penatrate."

"Donno those might be in the  early.pioneer exhibit."Krystal said walked to Sabre  she had been in the indian exhibit. "especially the cotton wool."She added  slowly spinning her staff in her hand.
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"Well, you take this then. I don't know how to use these things." Sabre said, giving Krystal the bow.

"Without arrows it's useless."Krystal replied taking the bow anyway.
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"I can see if I can make some. I just need some knives or pointed objects, some twine, and a fletching-like material."

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Meanwhile, Asper had taken out the two bottles of whisky from his rucksack and were now busy making them into molotov cocktails. He removed the corks and stuffed some fabric he had ripped off from his shirt and sprinkled some spirit on. He wasn't entirely sure of what he should do next, but a hand weapon of some sort could probably come in handy, the medival exhibition would probably include a sword or something similar. He carefully placed the molotovs back in his rucksack, also stuffing it with some clothes from the dolls in the exhibition to stop them from moving to much. He slung his rucksack back on.

"Ok, I'm going to go and play Rambo. I'm thinking of going to the medival section on a short visit, then I'll go to either the prehistoric life one, or the transport history one. See yah later!" He said as he hasted out the door and was gone.

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Back in the Indian Exhibit.

"I doubt we have the time Tiberius."KRystal replied setting the bow down back inside a display. 

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"I guess we should follow Asper to the medevial section. We could find protection there and swords."

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Asper ran along the hallway, he didn't have much time, he though he heard the moaning of the zombies from time to time, he could only pray that they hadn't got to the exhibition before him.

As he ran along, he realised he actually unawarly started whistling a song, "No Easy Way Out" by Robert Tepper, how ironic...

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"I guess we should follow Asper to the medevial section. We could find protection there and swords."

"If the zombies haven't seperated us  we could see if we could get a crossbow we could use simple sticks with that."Krystal noted.
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Asper bursted into the medival exhibiton, luckily for him, it was completely zombie free.

He heard droning steps and moaning from behind though, they were following him.

He quickly slammed the doors shut, he didn't think zombies knew how to open doors, but it wasn't going to stop them for long, they would soon break it down.

He started to search around the hall for anything that could be used as a weapon, he knew most of the weapons probably were in the west wing, at the war history section, but he had hoped there would be something here as well.

Then he stopped, he could hear moaning outside the doors, and then something started to throw their weight at the door, it budged slighly under the pressure, it held, for now.

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Tiberius got as many weapon-like objects as he could, and got ready to go the medeival section with Krystal.

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"The zombies have cut us off Tiberius wheres the air ducts?"Krystal asked looking around she wasn't familair with this building. the door to the indian exhibit  banged of the sound of zombies trying to break in.

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Life through the ages.

Sabre had fled in a different direction during the comotion. Finding himself in the exit of an exhibition. Sabre pcouldn't pull the door shut, apparently locked open. There were no zombies near him, so he had a quick poke around. 'A typical room of a teenager in the 20th century' a room which didn't resemble any rooms he saw when he was that age. A PC desk, with PC, a paper bin, some files, MP3 player, mobile phone and poster for some band he never heard of. An old pc, apparently just an empty case monitor felt real. The phone didn't seem to work, but he pocketed it anyway. The MP3 player on the side reminded him of the song 'zombie'. He wispered to himself. "In your heeaad, in your heeaad, zombies, zombies." Sabre took a stapler that was there, he opened a draw when he felt a hand grip his shoulder.

"Whos- AH!" a zombie he had somehow missed grabbed him. Elbowing it across the jaw, before grabbing the monitor and smashing it over the zombies head, taking both the monitor and zombie out. Sabres heart was racing. More of them were coming, as he could see one shifting through the shadows at the exit.

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Middle age Exhibiton.

Asper backed slowly away from the door, it took another beating and emittted a long, creaking sound.

He turned around and searched the room, there were a lot of things that could be used as weapons, but barely none that was intended as such. He didn't want't to battle a whole sea of the pests without any advantage of some sort.

Then his eyes fell upon a gleaming suit of armor on a exhibition doll. It would be to heavy and clumsy as a whole piece, neither would he have the time to put it on either. But in it's arms there was a large twinheaded battleaxe. It were beautifully ornamented, an accurate copy of a ceremonial weapon for a great king. He walked up to the statue and grabbed the axe, pulling it free from the dolls grip, he held it up for a moment and studied it closely. The edges were sharp, unusual for an exhibition object, the weight of it feelt good in his hands.

Bang! Another cruch from the door. Asper unbuckled a part of the armour, the iron glove of it's left hand. It was joined together with the plate that protected the arm. If he could get it on in time, it would make a formidable punching weapon.

Bang! Another crash. Asper dropped the axe down on the floor and started to buckle on the armor piece on his left arm, it was fine craftmanship, it would offer him good protection, but it was also surprisingly light, and the gloce only covered the outside of his hand, so he could still manipulate finer objects.

He finished buckling it on and picked the battleaxe up again, holding it in both hands, ready for a brutal swing that would cleave flesh and shatter bones.

With a loud crash the doors came down and hit the floor, a sea of zombies streamed in trough the doorway.

A smile flickered across Asper's lips as he charged straight for them.

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Middle age Exhibiton.

Asper backed slowly away from the door, it took another beating and emittted a long, creaking sound.

He turned around and searched the room, there were a lot of things that could be used as weapons, but barely none that was intended as such. He didn't want't to battle a whole sea of the pests without any advantage of some sort.

Then his eyes fell upon a gleaming suit of armor on a exhibition doll. It would be to heavy and clumsy as a whole piece, neither would he have the time to put it on either. But in it's arms there was a large twinheaded battleaxe. It were beautifully ornamented, an accurate copy of a ceremonial weapon for a great king. He walked up to the statue and grabbed the axe, pulling it free from the dolls grip, he held it up for a moment and studied it closely. The edges were sharp, unusual for an exhibition object, the weight of it feelt good in his hands.

Bang! Another cruch from the door. Asper unbuckled a part of the armour, the iron glove of it's left hand. It was joined together with the plate that protected the arm. If he could get it on in time, it would make a formidable punching weapon.

Bang! Another crash. Asper dropped the axe down on the floor and started to buckle on the armor piece on his left arm, it was fine craftmanship, it would offer him good protection, but it was also surprisingly light, and the gloce only covered the outside of his hand, so he could still manipulate finer objects.

He finished buckling it on and picked the battleaxe up again, holding it in both hands, ready for a brutal swing that would cleave flesh and shatter bones.

With a loud crash the doors came down and hit the floor, a sea of zombies streamed in trough the doorway.

A smile flickered across Asper's lips as he charged straight for them.

Krystal got up into the air ducts in the indian exhibit room just as the zombies broke it they pulled off  some fure from her tail but otherwise she was alright as long as the zombies weren't smart enough to get in the ducts and follow her.
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Still medival exhibition.

Chop! The axe cut trough the neck of one of the zombies, Asper turned around and used his momentum to smash his armored backhand into another zombies face, throwing it down on its back, another swing from the axe ensured it would stay down. Around a dozen zombies lay motionless around the fighting wolf, but they were still coming.

Even in his physically fit condition, Asper was starting to sweat, if this keept up, then he would sooner or later do a mistake, a single mistake was all it would take to ensure he would die a horrible death.

He crushed his axe into another zombies head, it became deeply embeded into its skull, and as the zombie fell backwards, Asper jumped over it, using his weight and momentum to wrench it free.

He was starting to get a suspision this would be a very long night.

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(Have the players lost interest in this RP?)

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Air ducts.

Krystal crawled through the air ducts searching for a area where the zombies weren't swarmed in as she crawled on.

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With another swing of the axe, a zombie lost and arm, the piece of flesh and bone fell to the ground in front of Asper, but that didn't seem to bother the zombie, or the hand, they both charged at him again.

"Just die for Pete's sake!" Asper shouted as he crushed the zombies skull.

They just kept coming! He wouldn't be able to keep this up for any longer, he needed to get away and catch his breath for a moment.

he bowled over a zombie with a brutal tackle as he ran for the doorway back into the main hallway, dodging the walking corpses as best as he could. One of them reached out a hand with long, dirty fingernails and slashed at him, it tore trough his shirt and into his left arm, but the ignored the pain for the moment, it was their bite he had to worry about, nothing else.

He burst out on the other side of the horde, the whole hallway was filled with undead as far as he could see in one direction, but there weren't anyone the other way, it was a pretty easy choice really.

He started to run as fast as he could, the horde of zombies followed after him, some of them actually  started to run, in a cumbersome and slow manner. They were learning, and addapting.

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With another swing of the axe, a zombie lost and arm, the piece of flesh and bone fell to the ground in front of Asper, but that didn't seem to bother the zombie, or the hand, they both charged at him again.

"Just die for Pete's sake!" Asper shouted as he crushed the zombies skull.

They just kept coming! He wouldn't be able to keep this up for any longer, he needed to get away and catch his breath for a moment.

he bowled over a zombie with a brutal tackle as he ran for the doorway back into the main hallway, dodging the walking corpses as best as he could. One of them reached out a hand with long, dirty fingernails and slashed at him, it tore trough his shirt and into his left arm, but the ignored the pain for the moment, it was their bite he had to worry about, nothing else.

He burst out on the other side of the horde, the whole hallway was filled with undead as far as he could see in one direction, but there weren't anyone the other way, it was a pretty easy choice really.

He started to run as fast as he could, the horde of zombies followed after him, some of them actually  started to run, in a cumbersome and slow manner. They were learning, and addapting.

Krystal observed asper and the zombies "Great their adapting if we don't find a way to get rit of them they may become too adapted."KRystal growled.
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