RP: Trapped

"Oh..ya.." said Chris. He ran up the stairs. And hit the lead pipe on the palm of his hand. "...come out come out zombies! We just want to play!" said Chris in a creepy happy voice.

"Yah!" Jack said as he sot his pistol at one of the zombie's head.

The zombies then came bounding up the light stairs, the stairs then disappeared when they were half-way up, one zombie jumping at Shin.
Shin smiled "Boom, headshot" He said as he spun out his Desert Eagle and shot the zombie right through his forehead, sending him down the stairs with the other zombies "Well... shall we look around?" He asked, blowing on the end of then gun and looking around the large upstairs area.

"Yeah, now that the zombies can't get us" Gordo said, he looked at the zombies and smiled.

Chris stood for a second, staring at where the stairs dissappeared at. "It's like something...wanted us up here.." thought Chris to himself.

"Guys, let's find something to use to get out of here" Jack said cautiously.

"We could try to find a gun cabnit, chances are they don't have one but... there's a shot" He shrugged as he opened a door to find a large bed room.

"Hey, we can use the mattress as a kind of barrier to block the zombies if they somehow got up here" Jack suggested.

"Then we'd be trapped in this room. We need to find a way out, not just try to stay alive" Shin said "Maybe there's something in the closet..."

"Maybe there is, you can open it, seeing as how I found the switch downstairs" Gordo said.

Shin opened the closet and looked inside "Damn" He said just before an avalanch of clothes literaly buried him, poaring out from the closet.

Chris looked inside the closet. Not paying any mind to Shin. "...It seems like somethings in here..." said Chris.

"Yeah, a pile of decade old cloths..." Shin muttered, digging himself out of the clothes and poking through the closet.

"I'm not talking about the clothes!" said Chris, as he kept looking through the closet.

"Hey..." Jack said, poking around under the bed.

"Hey... there's something carved onto the back of this closet... but it's covered with dust and clothes, help me get them off" Shin said, pulling a few shirts away.

Chris took up a big pile of clothes off the rack they were hanging on and set them aside. He then noticed what Shin was talking about. "..hmm...something is back here..." said Chris as he started wiping his hand over the dust.

Shin took a deep breath and blew on the dust, sending it flying, revealing a message.

5 Deaths.
1 Night.
All you die tonight as well.
12/31/89 - 12/31/99

"This date... it's from ten years ago, to tonight! This message was written today!" Shin said, falling down.

"Something tells me that this has happened every year on this day!" said Chris with an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

"Somethings in this house... and it wants us..." Shin said "No... this is insane!" He shouted, pointing his gun at a window, attempting to blow it open. He then unloaded a clip into the window, but it absorbed every bullet, Shin then fell to his knees, phanting "We're through... no way to fight this thing... we can't keep fighting forever..."