ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE!!!

[Kade Rivok]

*Sticks flies through the air before bonking a zombie on the head.*

Was... that a good idea?

[Sebias of Redwall]

I don't see why not?... Why wouldn't it be? *Picks up a rock and chucks it at another zombie*

[Kade Rivok]

*One of the zombies cunningly catches the rock with its face.*

[Sebias of Redwall]

My rock!? *Watches as the zombie eats it*

*The fog and mighty winds had gotten worse. A cold, viscous shower began, seemingly to chill the Forum members to the bone. Then suddenly, a lightning bolt cracked across the sky and, even through the gathering storm, the shadow of a tall, brooding figure riding a creature of some sort could be seen.*

[Scott McLamok]

*Scott walked slowly through the fog. The hairs on the back of Scott's neck bristled. Scott turned around just in time to see several zombies behind him. The SPARTAN-IV shot the first two zombies but one leap on his back. Scott fell forward on his face but he turned around just in time to see a zombie bite him on his bicep.*

[lass of something much]

{You have armour on, right?}

*Lass slowed to a jog, the running meant she didn't feel the worst of the cold, but her face and paws were almost white with cold. The low branches wiped and tripped Lass as she ran.. she felt a cold paw of fear wrap around her heart, but the bird song calmed her a little. she struggled up again, this time she walked, looking with almost blind eyes around at the forest as she ventured deeper into the woods.*

[Sebias of Redwall]

*A piercing whistle came from the Shadowed Rider, and he held up a long, white sword in the air. It was as if a coldness had fallen over the world. The whistling continued, taking form of an eerie tune. Shapes rose from the ground, brandishing weapons. Their numbers were countless. As one, the mass began to take slow, ordered steps toward Lass, Scott, and everybeast else who still had breath.*

[Verdauga]

My rock!? *Watches as the zombie eats it*

*The fog and mighty winds had gotten worse. A cold, viscous shower began, seemingly to chill the Forum members to the bone. Then suddenly, a lightning bolt cracked across the sky and, even through the gathering storm, the shadow of a tall, brooding figure riding a creature of some sort could be seen.*

(Seb, I think he meant you beaned the zombie.)

[lass of something much]

*A piercing whistle came from the Shadowed Rider, and he held up a long, white sword in the air. It was as if a coldness had fallen over the world. The whistling continued, taking form of an eerie tune. Shapes rose from the ground, brandishing weapons. Their numbers were countless. As one, the mass began to take slow, ordered steps toward Lass, Scott, and everybeast else who still had breath.*

{Um...I'm very deep in the woods, there's no way it could reach me }

[Scott McLamok]

{You have armour on, right?}

*Lass slowed to a jog, the running meant she didn't feel the worst of the cold, but her face and paws were almost white with cold. The low branches wiped and tripped Lass as she ran.. she felt a cold paw of fear wrap around her heart, but the bird song calmed her a little. she struggled up again, this time she walked, looking with almost blind eyes around at the forest as she ventured deeper into the woods.*

Yup...Which means I am basically immune to regular zombies...

[lass of something much]

{Yeah, so don't you go dying!
That's my thing! }

*Lass tripped again, but this time, she didn't get up, her energy was gone, she had ran far too long, and before that fighting for her life, and thus; she and lay in a trance, in the forest, slowly freezing*

[Verdauga]

*Places a blanket over Lass and rests her head on a pillow.*

[Captain Wortshire]

Just a question...

How fast can these zombies run?

[Verdauga]

Not very, I'd imagine. This isn't Call of Duty.

[Sebias of Redwall]

(Yeah, more like a slow shamble, I'd imagine)