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(Fine.)

BJ hears Bunchie groan, so he spins around. He sees Bunchie lurching out of the light. "Damn..." He muttered, before mowing down more zombies. He followed Bunchie.

"uuurrrggghhh" groaned bunchie before thinking "got to get away from here" he then sprints down the street and into a building down the street "best I don't hurt my former companions" bunchie said before finding a safe area to sleep.

(Wait... so you're only partially zombified?)

If you are going to post out of character, atleast post something to do with the rp, or it gains uneccesary posts.
"Bunchie! What's gotten into you?" BJ yelled while chasing down Bunchie, running down a street.

bunchie opens a water main and jumps down into the pipe works and begins running through the maze like structure he turns and goes up a ladder into the theater district he then finds a closet in a nearby building and shuts himself inside it.

BJ loses sight of Bunchie, but hears a patter of footsteps through water. He gave up, deciding it was too dangerous to give chase and desert BenBen. 'Bunchie should be fine... I hope...' BJ thought, while running back to the warehouse to help BenBen.

BenBen continued mowing down zombies unitl, "Uh oh, I'm almost out of ammo. I should've taken more guns." He quickly runs back to get his gravel shooter. He notices that BJ is running back towards him.

"I think Bunchie was bitten, I did not see where he ended up. We should find him at some point, but for now, survival is priority one," BJ said, while blasting zombies. "Dangit, out of belts..." BJ muttered while slinging his M60 and drawing his Deagle. He blasted the zombies while walking to his bike to get more ammo.

When he was almost out of gravel, BenBen quickly ran back to the semi to see if bunchie had brought anymore guns. He finds a couple of pistols, the standard model used by police. He begins using them to shoot the zombies.

BJ mows down the remaining zombies, and straps his M60 to his bike. "Alright, we'd better grab what we can..." BJ said while searching for a forklift. He found one, miraculously undamaged by the fighting, and used it to collect large boxes and put them in the truck.

night falls and bunchie wakes up he walks out of the closet and goes to a sink to get some water he turns the tap and drinks the water that comes out of the tap he then looks up into a mirror and startles himself his skin had gone an ashen grey his eyes seem to be working better at seeing in the darkhe then looked at his hands and noticed that where his finger tips had been were now large claws he looked at his arm and noticed that there was more muscle there then before his body had mutated from the zombie virus but he no longer seemed to mind the fact that he was a zombie in truth he didn't remember if he was anything other than a zombie.

he turned around and began heading out of the building he noticed that the lesser regular zombies had begun to converge on him they began sniffing him trying to determine if he was one of them suddenly a howl was heard and the zombies scattered bunchie decided to follow as quickly as he could he managed to scale a nearby building and look down as a pack of large zombified hounds came into view they sniffed around and turned to where a limping zombie that hadn't managed to run away and was shuffling across a street a hound pounced on the zombie and the pack began ripping it apart after they had finished all that was left was a bloody patch and the hounds then retreated leaving the zombies that began returning to the street.

Night falls, and the gauntlet of zombies around the warehouse tightens. The barbed wire he set up helps slightly in slowing the zombies down.

bunchie began climbing down from the building and eventually got down to where he was before.

the zombies were used to him now for they seemed calm and content with just wandering bunchie began to walk away from the group of lesser zombies and into a nearby petrol station where he bagan scavaging for food eventually finding some chips but before he could open the packet a loud roar echoed through the store as a heavily muscled zombie began charging him sending bunchie flying through a window when bunchie hit the ground he got back up o see the large zombie step out of the store and begin running towards him.

by now some of the lesser zombies had approached out of curiosity to watch what was happening at the petrol station bunchie narrowly dodged the large zombies charge but was sent flying when it turned around suprisingly quick and back handed him bunchie then got back on his feet he was getting tired of being flung like a ragdoll the large zombie had begun charging him again but this time bunchie jumped over the large zombie and landed on his feet turning to see the large zombie begin charging again bunchie jumped again and grabbed the large zombies head sending bunchie's new claws through its neck bunchie then landed behind the large zombie with his claws still in its neck before smashing the large zombies head into the street killing it.

with the death of the large zombie the lesser kin began approaching the petrol station as it was now rightfully their territory as it had been won by their latest addition. bunchie wore a smirk on his face as he began scavaging for food with his new family.

(Uh, Bunchie, just saying that the zombies really aren't intelligent. MAYBE the anomalies are somewhat, but the ordinary kind just look for food, which is meat. Live meat. So they don't have 'curiosity'.)

BJ finishes loading the crates onto the back of the truck, finds something to use as a ramp, and wheels the forklift onto the truck. He then brings his bike around beside the truck. "Ready to go when you are," BJ said, while lifting the kickstand.

they would be attracted to sound wouldn't they and any way if it means survival zombies would probably scavange for food or at least eat to fill themselves or from old habits when they were alive a food source is always a good resource and on this topic do the undead need to drink because even corpses can dry out and they are some what alive since they can move and need to eat

bunchie looks around the lesser kin are beginning to get restless meaning that the hounds will arrive shortly and sure enough a howl is heard and the zombies scatter but bunchie stays he wants to stop them from killing his new family.

the hounds begin prowling around the street searching for the next unlucky victim then bunchie jumps from cover and lunges at a hound that gets to close knocking it to the ground where bunchie lops off its head before looking up noticing 4 other hounds one lunges at him almost hitting bunchie before it was grabbed by bunchie and stomped into the road before bunchie lept at another hound and ripped its head off and used its body to kill another hound.

bunchie turned to the last hound the one that had attacked the limping zombie and lifted his hand as a signal making the lesser kin swarm ripping the hound to shreds bunchie began to wonder why such a response happened to just signalling an attack prehaps being a special zombie allowed him to control his kin bunchie then began to plan to expand his family and take more resources for them but first he needed some new cloths since light was still bothering him and the previous cloths were torn thanks to being thrown and accidently teared from his new claw's.