NationStates Jolt Archive

In Eclipse City nothing is more important than scientific research. What started out as a simple research labratory grew into a complex city after deposits of various fossil fules and mineral deposits were discovered by scientists taking core samples. That was ten years ago..... Now, Eclipse city is a booming Urban Metropolis from the boost the mines provide. The science center is still a major part of every day life, people in Eclipse city use technology far more advanced then on other places on the continent. The primary purpose of the Science center was originally top secret government projects due to it isolation, but the discovery of the mineral deposits compromised this. Now the center mainly focuses on Biological and technological research, the latest venture being a medical product said to raise the dead......... For weeks scientists have been requesting transfers from the city due to complaints about job safety. (Various environmental Extremist groups have made several threats against the city) Only after a major terroist attack that leveled most pf the downtown distrcit did the government finally respond. A full garrison of trained soldiers now resides in the town, using weapons far advanced. But something doesn't seem right about the reaserch...... People have been dissapearing off the streets for weeks, only to find what appears to be a canabalized corpse hours, even day later. Sections of the city have been quarintined after outbreaks of "Drug resistant Malaria" But now, its getting worse, full military patrols walk the streets, a curfew has been instated and the people live in fear of what might happen. Several days later, the military recives a garbled transmission from one of the labs, nothing could be made of it, all that was heard was...screaming. Hours later, the lab was leveled by a artillery strike from the military, due to "biological threats" But something escaped...... You wake up one morning and turn on the news, hat you see is sheer panic, the news crew appears to be running from a shambling crowd..... Soon the sounds of military vehicles rumbles through your neighbourhood, something is happeneing, and something big.....

Cpl. Ryan Brown sighed. His unit was being called away to help quell a riot in the citys scientific district. Its cause those damn scientists never get any sleep... His unit turned the corner and stumbled across a sceen of horror. Two police officers covered in blood dashed by. Corpses littered the street and several of the crowd looked like they were... eating them. The crowd control vehicle next to him turned on its loud speakers. "All members of the crowd are to disperse and return home immdeatly" The crowd did nothig except shuffle towards them. Ryan tightened his grip on the Mass driver rifle he was holding, hoping he didn't have to shoot. The vehicles driver repeated the statement, now most of the crowd had turned its attention towards them. His units commander tapped him on the shoulder. "We just got word, the residential district is in pure chaos, we've been ordered to re-route." Ryan sighed and looked at the crowd one last time, they continued to shamble forward, barely walking. Before turnign to leave.

Aya gripped the hilt of her katana nervously. This was terrible, she had just been sent on a simple mission. Find out what the are like, and see if she could possibly get any of they're advanced technology. Then this outbreak started, and 2 of her gaurd were already dead. They had burnt their bodies not only because it was the Mereshkan custom, but because they were afraid they'd get back up. She looked around at the coach she had brought from Mereshka, she heard that they had things called cars, and that they flew. And not only did she have a mistrust of technology, she had a morbid fear of heights. She looked down at the katana. She hoped she could still use it, it had been quite a while since her training, and it looked as though she might need it soon. She sighed, and decided to take a nap until the coach got to the hotel she was staying at.

Foxfire ran with his unit to the residential district. What the fuck is happening? wondered Foxfire as he hurried along, his assualt rifle a reassuring weight on his back. He could see other units, as well as police, armoured cars, jeeps and tanks going the same way they were.
EDIT: OOC: Opps, never mind

Aya looked up, the had finally arrived. at the hotel. She cautiosly hopped out of the coach, baring her katana on the way. She looked around. "Good, no sign of any...Unusuals." She said to one of her gaurds in her musical voice. The advanced forward, the gaurds rifles to their shoulders, and Aya in her moving stance. They made it to the door without incedent, and walked in. The place seemed unusualy quiet and empty. Something wasn't right.

Bravo unit continued its march to the residential district until coming across an unsettlign sight. Several of the rioters were pounding on a car, trying to get at the terrified occupants within. The commander rushed forward and smacked two off with his rifle, befre another grabed him. He feel to the ground, the rioter pinning him. He struggled to getup, but before he could throw it off, it bit through his throat. Ryan raised his rifle and fired through the attackers head, turning it into a bloody mess. The squad medic rushed forward then shook his head. "hes dead sir." he said. But shock crossed everyones faces when he got up again, reaching for the medic.

Eclipse city military command

He stood watching the IFF tracker of Bravo unit. A techinician enetered the room and saluted. "I want to be attached to that unit." He said. The technician looked at him. "I'll have to reroute them sir." He waved his hand. "Doesn't matter, bring them here."

Near the residential district
The whole team was trying to restrain their commander, he had tried to attack the medic after he had goten up. They were almost to busy to notice his radio activiating. "BravoUnit, you are ordered to re route to Military HQ and bring as many civilans as you can with you." Ryan sent his fist lashing out at the comander, that knocked him off balance enough for te rest of the unit to restrain him. "All right, lets go." he said.

Aya had decided not to stay in the hotel, something was wrong with it, and she did not like that. When they got back out though, they had discovered the coach overun, the horses dead or dying. She shook her head and motioned her guard to follow her, and they went around the mass, trying to find somewhere that offered some shelter.

Foxfire's unit was suddenly attacked by a group of rioters. Two of the men fell almost immediatly. Foxfire and the remaining two soldiers fired on their attackers. They fell to the assualt rifle's bullets, but more came, swamping them. Foxfire slammed the butt of his assualt rifle though the skull of one of the people, sending them to the ground. Now it was just him, his fellow soldiers having been taken. All the dead started to get back up! Foxfire retreated into a nearby hotel.

Aya and the others saw Foxfire back torwards the hotel they had just come out of. She sighed, and told her guard to cover her, she ran torwards the man as fast as she could, "Hey, I don't think that hotels such a good idea!" She yelled out to him.

The unit followed him, not wanting to get caught by the crowd. A group of civilians hd joined up with them. "Were heading to military HQ, we have orders to take all civilians with us, you coming?"

The unit followed him, not wanting to get caught by the crowd. Ryan saw two civilians heading out the back door and ran after them. "Wait, we can get you to safety!" he shouted.
OOC: Are you talking to one of us or an NPC?

OOC: I edited that post, didn't see yours.

Aya and the others saw Foxfire back torwards the hotel they had just come out of. She sighed, and told her guard to cover her, she ran torwards the man as fast as she could, "Hey, I don't think that hotels such a good idea!" She yelled out to him.
Foxfire turned. "Wha-" suddenly a person jumped onto his back. Foxfire went down hard. The man tried to rip Foxfire's throat out, but Foxfire stabbed it in the face with his combat knife. He rolled away and got to his feet. Suddenly the room was filled with people lurtching towards him! He turned and ran in the direction of the group, firing his SIG Sauer behind him as he went.

Michael heard his police radio go off,
"We have a 10-33 in progress, possible riot near hotel. All units are on duty."

He turned into a seprate road. He ran into a hotel, rioters were going near the hotel. He yelled,
"I need to get everyone out of here, now!"

Aya sighed and went to help the man, her guard right behind her clearing a path, the hail of bullets doing some serious damage, and what little escaped that, quickly fell to her katana. She caught up to the man, "Hey, I told you the hotel was a bad idea." She saw Michael running torwards them and sighed, 'What now"? She wondered.

"shit!" Ryan yelled. The wave of people swarmed into the room, the medic was engulfed by them, the rest of the squad broke and ran. "Fall back to HQ, if you get seperated, keep going!" He went over to the civilians. "Come with me, I know the safest route."

"Time for another fine weekend alone." smiled Phil as he drove his car down the residential street toawards outside of town. He was planning on Deer Hunting and couldn't wait to get some sweet venisine for dinner tonight. His thoughts were interrupted by a man running out in front of his car with blood all over his face. "Oh shit!" yelled Phil as he slammed on the brakes. The car nailed the man and sent him flying into a street light pole, snapping the guy's back.

"Oh fuck!" shouted Phil as he got out of the car in disbelief. The guy had to be dead. Then he heard a moan and the guy started crawling towards him with a sinister look on his face. "Hey!" Phil yelled to him. "You okay?"

The man inched to his leg now and grabbed it, moving in for a bite. Phil in surprise, kicked the guy in the face and scrambled back to his car. "What the hell is going on?" he wondered as he sped past the guy in the road.

As he drove, he saw the whole town in chaos. Fires were all over and people were dead in the streets being consumed by folks like the guy he just hit. Phil decided there was only one safe place to go: his warehouse.

Foxfire turned to Aya. "You weren't kidding. Thank you. You and you're men just saved my life."
OOC: I gotta go now, just assume I'm following you, I'll be on later.

Ryan jumped through a window, followed by the surving members of his unit and the civilians. He quickly pulled out his PDA and projected the map of the area onto a wall. "Military HQ is here." He said. "The safest route would be the main hughway, don't know how crowded it'll be, but its elevated, so 'they' might not be able to get to it." He flicked the map off then stood up, the shambling crowd was getting closer. "Stick tgether, fi you get seperated, stick to the roof tops to get to HQ. Move out."

She shrugged, "What else could we do? Only those on the height of dishonor would just leave you." She turned arouned, "Okay, feel free to join us, we look for shelter." They all ran off, cutting swaths through the crowds.
OOC: Alrighty, seeya mate.

Cavourna wandered, dazed, through the empty streets, his rifle in his hands. The embassy was far behind him now. He had no idea what had happened to everybody else. He just knew he had escaped. He was wondering why the streets were deserted when he saw a large crowd ahead. He also saw a bunch of people running in his direction. They were being chased. Calmly, he put the rifle butt to his shoulder and peered through the scope. He fired once, the gun giving a slight kick from the recoil. He noted with satisfaction that his target had twisted and fallen. He shouted at the little group, including a couple of soldiers "This way! I'll cover you!" He put the rifle to his shoulder again.

OOC: I'll assume you're speaking to mine and Xiscapias little group.
IC:Aya looked torwards the man and shrugged, whatever worked. She looked over her shoulder, "Come on, this way!" She shouted, they ran torwards the man, still firing and slashing.

Eclipse military HQ

"Sir, we're evacuating the command staff, I suggest you leave to." He leaned against the the wall. "You and the rest of the cowards can run, I'm staying." Anger flickered over the technicians face. "Sir, this is the last transport leaving the city, if you don't come with us you'll e left behind." He got off the wall and walked over to the technician. "I've been fighting things like these when you were still in diapers, I knwo what I'm doing. Run if you want to." The technician saluted. "Yessir, Genral Harrison sir." He walked over to the tracker terminal and uploaded Bravo units IFF trackers, he was going to have to find them the hard way. Sighing, he stepped out of HQ and into pure chaos.

back at the hotel
Ryan shurgged. "All right, I'll come." He turned to the rest of the unit. "If any of you want to get the hell out of here, head to HQ, those that want to stand and fight stick with me." Everyone execpt Foxfire turned and headed towards the direction of military HQ. "all right then, bleeding cowrads." he muttered under his breath.

OOC: You assumed right.

Cavourna fired again and watched his target fall and be crushed as the crowd ran over the body. He fired again and the target's head flew backwards before he too collapsed. The group were nearly on him now so Cavourna downed one more target before taking a few steps back and shooting again. His bullets didn't miss although he was having little impact on the massive crowd "Hurry up, lass!" he shouted as the crowd drew closer.

Ryan sped up and followed the civilian, occasionaly turning to fire at his persuers.

Ayas eyes widened, 'Lass? What was that'? She grumbled and doubled her speed, and they soon reached the man. "Okay lad, whats your plan now"? She asked the man.

Somewhere in eclipse City

He continued to follow Bravo units IFF tracker, most of the team had split off and headed for HQ, the rest were continuing on. He had since decided to follow the raming unit members, he wasn't very far from them, according to his PDA.

Cavourna looked from his scope to the woman "This is as far as it goes ma'am" he said with a strain on the ma'am part "I was hoping you could a thought of something during your little jog there" he fired twice and watched two of their pursuers twist and fall with satisfaction. "Better think of something quick, hadn't we?" he smiled and fired again this time from the hip.

Ryan pulled a couple of grenades off his belt. "Incindearies, perfect thing" he pulled the pins and threw them into the crowd, engulfing them in flames. "That should buy us some time."

Aya sighed and turned around to look over the zombies. She saw almost nothing that would help, no overhangings, not even a bloody street light. She shrugged, "Well, how about my original plan. Know anywhere safe?" She asked him.

Ryan pulled out his PDA. "Theres a military store house not far from here, weapons store is what it looks like." he put his PDA back in its holder. "If it can stand the detonation of all the weapons stored there, chances are we'd be perfectly safe."

At the Warehouse

After ten minutes of frantic driving, Phil finally arrived. Jumping out of the car, he typed in the code and opened the warehouse door. He pulled his car in and shut the entrance quickly. Jumping out, he armed the alarm and ran started to run around to the three other small doors and locked them. There were company semi-trucks parked at the three loading bay doors so he didn't need to worry about them.

"What the hell is going on..." he mumbled as he went back to his car and opened the trunk. He retrieved his SL8 hunting rifle and the bew boxes of ammo he brought with for the five-day trip. "Okay, let's see...350 rounds. That'll do." He loaded a ten round clip into his gun and walked into his office. Moving to a safe, he typed in a code, stuck his thumb on a panel and opened it.

Inside sat a few thousand dollars in cash, a copy of his birth certiface and passport, and a 9mm handgun with three clips and a box of bullets. "Well, all this didn't go to waste, I guess." After the threats of a terrorist attack he had made this emergency store just in case, and it seemed his intuition had payed off.

He still wanted to see what was going on, so he snatched the pistol, loaded a clip, grabbed his rifle and headed to the roof. Once there, he went to the edge and looked out for people.

"Hey!" He yelled. "Is anyone out there?"

Aya sighed and turned around to look over the zombies. She saw almost nothing that would help, no overhangings, not even a bloody street light. She shrugged, "Well, how about my original plan. Know anywhere safe?" She asked him.

Michael said,
"We need to go to my squad car, for now. At least there we can think about where to go, I do not know if the police station was attacked, but i don't think it hurts to check."

Ryan pulled out his PDA. "Theres a military store house not far from here, weapons store is what it looks like." he put his PDA back in its holder. "If it can stand the detonation of all the weapons stored there, chances are we'd be perfectly safe."

Ryan spoke up again. 'like I said, theres a military store house near here, should be more secure then the police station."

Aya turned to look at Michael, "Wah? Wher'ed you come from? Who exactly are you"?

Ryan turned towards the direction of the store house. "if you're interested, follow me, if not, then go find your own safe house." he walked down a smalle cramped alley, and the second he passed in front of a door way, something grabbed him, whatever it was, its mouth was raching for his throat. He shoced his fist inside its mouth and it tried to bite into it to no avail, its teeth cracking on the hard armour plating. he continued to struggle with it, trying to shake it off, thing is, it woudn't let go. He smacked it against the wal several times, it held on through out the beating. He finally faced it towards the open alley and was reaching for his pistol when its head rolled off its shoulders. He pulled his fist out of its mouth and looked down the alley, whoever saved him was sheathing a Katana. "Are you from bravo unit?" he asked. Ryan noded. "I am the person you were supposed to link up with, but the damn cowards ran away." Ryan continued to look at him. "I might start with introductions. general Edward Harrison, Quarintine Combat Squad." Ryans jaw dropped, Edward Harriosn was a living legend in the Union, he was supposed to have died twenty years ago in an assination attempt. Ed looked down the alley."were you traveling with any companions?" Ryan noded. "then lets go find them." Ryan finaly managed to speak up. "Sir, hwo did you get a katan? I thought foreigners weren't allowed to hvae any?" Ed smiled. "I got it from an old friend." Then turned down the alley and head back out to where everyone else was.

OOC: Hey, Ed as in the Ed from QCS? Hehe, cool.

OOC: This thread does take place thirty years after the QCS threads, and yeah, thats the Ed.

OOC:Ah, I see. Wait, 20 years after the assasination? What assasination? Oh, and by the way, do you want to join my TBCS thread? Its a couple years after the QCS, and so far we've got Dag5 in there, and I'll have Saya. Where is everyone by the way? Are they all signed off?

Ryan and Ed walked out of the alley, plans had changed. Ed spoke up immdieatly. "We're no longer running, all I need to do is get some access to a high powered transmitter and I can have a full military strike force here, as well as evac ships. Thing is, the only transmitter with a high enough power to get a message out of here is in the Research district, the damn cowards at HQ destroyed the one there." Ed pointed off to a distnt tower. "Thats the transmitter right there, thats about twenty five miles on foot, but it is getting dark, I suggest we take shelter."

OOC, don't know, yeah I think I'll join.

OOC: Alright.

OOC; And the assination, youll find out in the reunion thread.

Aya turned to look at Michael, "Wah? Wher'ed you come from? Who exactly are you"?

"I'm Michael Johnson, Eclipse City PD.", he flipped him his badge, "I am here to get everyone to safety."

"I'm Michael Johnson, Eclipse City PD.", he flipped him his badge, "I am here to get everyone to safety."

Alex glanced around "Everybody? Does that include soldiers?" He fired another few shots from the window and watched as his targets fell, and promptly got up again. He shook his head "Buggers won't stay down" he said.

"I'm Michael Johnson, Eclipse City PD.", he flipped him his badge, "I am here to get everyone to safety."
"Where exactly are we going? The police station?" asked Foxfire, shifting his assualt rifle.

Aya shrugged, she was just taking events as they came. "Well, lead on, where are we going "? She asked Micheal.

Ed shook his head. "Its to far." He pointed to the sky. "Its already getting dark, we should head for some closer shelter."

"I'm liking the idea of shelter" Alex said again as he fired out the window. He lowered his rifle and looked down "Anybody have a close quarters weapon?" he asked as he pulled his own combat knife out.

Ed shook his head. "Its to far." He pointed to the sky. "Its already getting dark, we should head for some closer shelter."

Michael said, "I can drive us to the station. If I need to drive us anywhere, I need to know how many people we have and who has weapons."

Foxfire pullled both his combat knifes out. "Two combat knifes, a SIG Sauer pistol, an assualt rifle, 5 grenades, and a poison pistol."

Aya laughed and drew her katana, "Hows this for close quarters eh?" She looked at Ed, and saw he was pointing up, "Hey, what does the sky have to do with shelter?" She asked him, fearing the answer. She had heard how technological these Unionists were.

The front door began to shake as the crowd outside attempted to break in. Alex slung his rifle over one shoulder and readied his knife "Here they come" he said.

Jake kicked down a door as people ran past him, being chased by some sort of... Zombies. He garbed a young kid who couldn't be any younger then eleven and dragged him into the building, closing the door behind him. The building is a store and like a lot of stores in the world there was a big window at the front with a single door next to it. Jake put his gloved hand over the terrified child's mouth. If Jake wasn't wearing gloves he would had felt the boy's hot tears stream down his hand. Jake himself was breathing heavily. All he knew was that the guy he was escorting was eaten and that if someone wasn't running then they were killing. Jake and the boy just stood there, using the door as cover, with Jake's hand over the boy's mouth and listening to screams of death. Fifteen minutes later it became quiet. Jake waited five more minutes before removing his hand and grabbing the boy by the hand. The boy was still in shock and didn't fight back or make any noise. After they reached the back Jake told the boy to sit down. Oddly enough no one was in the store. Jake heard some rustling upstairs.

He put one finger up over where his mouth would be if he wasn't wearing his helmet and raised his G36C, the compact version of the G36. After he was sure the boy knew he was safe where he was and not to make noise, Jake slowly started to walk to the stairs. He turned his rifle's safety off and start to walk up the stairs slowly. His palms started to sweat as he griped his rifle and his breathing became heavy. He knew he was suppose to control it and to remain clam, but when zombies started killing people all you can do is start to fucking freak out. He finally reached the top, he felt as it would take him forever to get there. He turned down the hallway, he saw a panting figure in the shadows across the hall. He stopped and aimed his rifle at the shadow's head.

"Come out. If you have a weapon, drop it." The figure started to run towards him. Down stairs the young boy couldn't stop crying. He didn't understand why his mom did it. Sure, his mom and dad got into fights, but this time instead of words it was with her bear teeth. Why did she kill dad? He kept asking himself. The boy's body jumped as the sound of gun fire erupted from upstairs. The weird soldier or whoever he was came back from up stairs, grabbed the boy's hand once again and started to head to the back door. He kept saying, "everything is going to be alright." The boy didn't believe him.

Ryan pulled out the same type of knife as Firefox. Ed spoke to Aya. " Humans are at a disadvantage at nightfall, and the afflicted are expert predators, even during the night. Also, nightfall in the middle of the wastelands means reapers, really nasty predators that hunt in packs. Shelter is a wise idea." He pointed down the alley he had come from. "Its not far to a military store house, that hould be pretty safe." Ed then turned to the one who asked for close quarters weapons. "yeah I have some CQ weapons." He pulled out a katana almost exactly similar to the one Aya was carrying, sheathed it, then unslung an aging M1 Carbine off his back.

Phil was disappointed. He could see gun flashes down the street but no one heard his call. He lit a small fire on the roof to shine light in their direction and yelled again.

"Hey you!" he screamed as loud as he could. "In those buildings over there!"

Aya looked at the katana, "Hey, what are you doing with a Mereshkan blade? Usualy we don't give them to outsiders." She got into her stance, her blade upside down above her left shoulder, snd right beside her face, if any tried to get to her, she would be ready.

Two planks of the door gave way, so that clammy hands could reach in and attempt to grab whatever was on the other side. Alex instictively grabbed his rifle and fired with one hand on the trigger. The gun muzzle flew up but the bullet hit it's target and one hand fell away to be replaced by another. Another plank gave way "here they come!" he shouted as he threw his rifle over his shoulder again and readied himself.

Ed chuckled. "Got it from an old friend." he said. He looked over at the hands breaking through the boards, then pushed a heavy crate in front of it. "That should hold for now."

Aya gave the traditional Mereshkan war cry, and swung down, slicing open the head of one of what this Ed called the afflicted. She stopped as soon as she reched the brain and pulled out, Mereshkans didn't beleive in that silly following through nonsense. You cut just enough to kill, or when you were busy getting your sword out of his collar bone, his buddy comes along with a vengeful gleam in his eye.
She quickly got away from the crate after Ed pushed it against the door. She sheathed the katana and looked at him, "Who? Ususaly they need permission from an official, or an emmisary such as myself.

Ed walked over to an afflicted that had managed to get its head through a hole. He crouched down next to it and examined it. Exactly the same thing.. damn it... He pulled out his Katana and sliced through it all the way, one half thumped onto the floor, the other remained where it was. He continued to to kill the afflicted that came in until a horrible shrieking filled the air. He looked outside then quickly stepped away. "Everyone...stay away from the doors and windows." The shrieking got closer until it was just outside, it then switched to growling and sicking splashing noises as the afflicted were torn apart. "never seen reapers come this far into the city." He whispered. "Must've known somethign happened."

Alex was panting, although a great pressure had been lifted from his shoulders "What are reapers?" he asked calmly as he fitted a new clip to his rifle. He pulled the bolt back and slung it back over his shoulder. "Where to now?" he asked cheerily.

Aya sat down, wishing she had some tea. That always calmed her, and she was wire tight right now. She looked at Ed, "What are these reapers?"

Michael saw these bloody people moving toward Aya and shot it with his Beretta twice.

"So how do we kill these things? Come on, lets get in the car."

"Nasty creautres that evloved in the nuclear wastes. The Union still managed to clean up most if not all of the radio activity, but as lon as the reapers keep breeding, the outlying cities on the edge of the wastes are going to have a huge problem with them." He looked around. "Doesn't seem like there interested in us though, otherwise they'd have torn right through the afflicted to get at us."

Aya nodded, "Ah, I see. THats never a good thing is it"?
OOC: I've got to go mates, control of Aya is open to whomever wants it. Unfortunately, I probably won't be able to get back on until tommorow.

"Not at all."


OOC; See you around. Going to head off to.

Alex thought for a moment "So these 'Reapers' are killing machine infected by radioactive waste?" without waiting for an answer he stood up "Are we staying here tonight or moving on?" he took his rifle from his shoulder and put his knife away. He would use his more trusted weapon against these things if they came into the house

Foxfire spoke. "We need to keep moving, at least to a more secure location. If we can get to an munitions dump somewhere they should stock proximity sensors and auto-turrets." Foxfire thought back to his barricks. His katana sword was there, he hadn't thought he'd needed it. He woundered if the other two people who had katanas were any good. Certainly Aya, she was nearly as good as an Xiscapian sword master. Foxfire closed his eyes. How am I going to get out of this mess?

Phil figured that if he wanted to live through this, he needed food and supplies. Not wanting to take his car, he decided to use one of the company vans in the garage outfitted with some extra fortification.

"Well," he said, looking around at what the Appliance and Cabinetry warehouse had to offer. He decided on utilizing the pallettes that the products came on for his plan and quickly went to work. Using a drill and some very large screws, he fixed the planks onto the side of the van, adding soime extra fortification. He then drillled screws in from inside the van so if anything tried to grab onto the wooden planks they would be stabbed by the pointy fasteners. He stuck some wood around the rear windows and suck chain-link over them and nailed it into place. The same ting ws done to the front windows and the Windshield.

The Final touches were put on in the form of a large aluminum door taken from a dryer embedded with nails and screws that was shoved onto the bumber. Grabbing his rifle and handgun along with a crowbar, he got into the van and left the warehouse, locking the doors behind him.

With his brights on, he began driving down the road towards the city ammo dump to stock up on MREs and maybe an extra gun or two.

Foxfire turned to the others. "I'm going to go to the ammo dump and see what I can find. Then I'll see if the army barricks haven't been overrun. Anyone want to join me?"

Foxfire turned to the others. "I'm going to go to the ammo dump and see what I can find. Then I'll see if the army barricks haven't been overrun. Anyone want to join me?"

Michael checked his radio and said,

"Sure, we should spend the night there, it will be safe. I have orders to go to the station tomorrow and meet up with the surviving officers, then the rest of the department might start convoys from the armory and back."

Michael checked his radio and said,

"Sure, we should spend the night there, it will be safe. I have orders to go to the station tomorrow and meet up with the surviving officers, then the rest of the department might start convoys from the armory and back."
"We can be a scout force, going ahead to eliminate hostiles. (OOC: I say this because no one else is online at the moment) Afterward we can radio back and have our group come to the ammo dump. Agreed?"

"We can be a scout force, going ahead to eliminate hostiles. (OOC: I say this because no one else is online at the moment) Afterward we can radio back and have our group come to the ammo dump. Agreed?"


"Okay, do you want to come in my car? It is the only vehicle we have, unless you brought one."

"That'd be good. Oh, and we also need to stop by the army barricks. I need to see if it's been overrun. If so, I just need to get some gear and maybe an armored truck. If not, I'll need to get orders. Sound good?"

OOC: Sorry, gotta go, we'll do this next time, okay?

"That'd be good. Oh, and we also need to stop by the army barricks. I need to see if it's been overrun. If so, I just need to get some gear and maybe an armored truck. If not, I'll need to get orders. Sound good?"

He walked out to the outside. There was his ECPD Ford Crown Victoria squad car, liughtly scratched from the zombies. Whatever they wanted, the car didn't have it.

He pulled out his key and opened the drivers side door. He unlocked the doors and rolled down the power window to the passenger side, picked up a shotgun on the passenger seat, and yelled,

"Hey, you ride shotgun!"

Alex called down from the upper window to Foxfire's group "Hey! Mind if I join you?" he walked down the stair and out the front door "I reckon you might need an extra bit of firepower" he grinned and indicated to his rifle.

Neminian and what remained of his group moved their rag-tag way through the city streets. They had lost their squad leader, he was the first one to get killed by the rioters. Then he had lost Thomas and Jake to another group of rioters. Only 3 of them were left.

The squad moved through the streets until they reached a house. It had it's windows smashed in and stank of blood.
"Where we headed, Nemi? Can stay here for long, this place smells really bad."
"We're headed to the ammo dump. We can pick up eqiuptment and hopefully use that as a staging ground for evac."
"Rodger." The squad got up and moved on, headed for the ammo dump.

Aya sighed and looked around. She really didn't want to stay here by herself. She snatched up her katana, motioned her gaurds to stay there, and ran out to the car, "Hey, you guys can't leave me behind"! She yelled.

Ryan looked over at Ed. "You coming?" he asked. Ed shook his head. "Mechanized transport will be virtualy useless, with abandoned barricades and vehicles, your going to have a tough time." Ryan turned bak around. "Oh yeah... I thought those cops learend that in any riot level situation, foot traffic is always preferable to vehiclular." Ed noded. "I intend to procure a short range aircraft, a helicopter if possible, do you know where I might find one?" Ryan laughed. "They've most likely been taken out of the city in the evacuation, but your best bet is the media building in the heart of the industrial district, not to far from here."

Alex called down from the upper window to Foxfire's group "Hey! Mind if I join you?" he walked down the stair and out the front door "I reckon you might need an extra bit of firepower" he grinned and indicated to his rifle.
Foxfire grabbed the shotgun. "Alright, come on!" he saw Aya running after them, so he opened the passenger side doors to let her and Alex in. "This will be somewhat safer." he turned to Aya. "Don't you have a pistol or something? You're going to need more then just your katana sword if you want to take down zombies from any kind of range."

Aya shook her head. "Nope. I've only been trained in the ways of the sword. That should be enough,"

Alex laughed "I think I can make up the difference, don't you think?" he patted his rifle "I'll take 'em down, no problems" He got into the car "How far is it?" He hoped his skills wouldn't let him down no, with so much at stake.

"It's about 6 miles from here. The barricks are near there, practicly across the street. We'll need to watch out for Black Ops, zombies, and roadblocks." Foxfire pumped the shotgun. "I hope you're a good shot."

Aya unsheathed her katana just as a precaution. "So, lets get moving shall we"?

Foxfire nodded. "Yes, let's go."
OOC: Alversia, check your TGs.

Alex laughed again "Good shot? Don't you worry, I'll keep you safe" He checked his gun as the car moved off.. He was making sure that all parts were working perfectly and that the firing mechanism was clear. The last he wanted was a jam.

OOC: Well New Brittonia is gone. Do we just have the car drive to it's destination?
IC: Foxfire watched out the open window, ready for anything or anyone that might attack them.

Aya sat down crosslegged, "Well, whos driving"?

"You can. Alex and I will provide fire while you make your way. Do you know where it is? If not, I can give you directions."

Aya laughed, "I've never been in a car much less drive one. It is not the Mereshkan way."

Alex glanced around "What do ye mean you've never been in a car?" he asked "How do you get from A to B then? Walk?" he looked back out the window, then through his scope and back out again.

Aya shrugged, "We either walk or use horses. We have a simpler life than you people. But, we enjoy it."

OOC: Sorry that I haven't posted in awhile, but I'm here now! So... Lets get on with it!


IC: Jake helped the kid onto a fire escape ladder and gestured for him to climb up. After the boy reached a platform he signal the man he found awhile back to climb, as he do so he told the lady to follow and then told the kid to follow the lady. Thats all the people he could find. One (who he guessed) operand boy, a mother, father and their young daughter. After they were all done climbing up to the roof he followed, but before he climbed onto the roof he lifted up the ladder. You could never be too safe. After the small group gathered on the rusted building's roof Jake decided he better get to know these people.

"Names please," he gestured to the man.

"Steven Hanks. I would shake your hand, but I would rather not," Jake nodded and signal to the women.

"I'm Wendy Hanks and this is Cally," she gestured to her daughter who looked fourteen.

"How 'bout you kid. Whats your name?" The young boy didn't answer.

"Okay, I don't see any doors or other fire escapes so I don't think anything can get up here. You guys stay here and wait for me." Jake turned for the fire escape, but was stopped by Steven.

"Where are you going? You can't go back down there! You'll get killed and how about us? What if your wrong and those things get up here? We will be defenseless!" Steven threw up his arms in rage, but who could blame him? Seeing people eat other people fucks up the brain.

"I need to see if I can save more people, but if your going to bitch here," Jake handed the man his HK USP Compact Tactical and two magazines. The man took it quietly. Ashamed of his fear.

"Nobody, I say again, nobody leaves this roof. Clear?" Everyone, but the boy and girl nodded. Jake quickly checked his rifle and then his magazines. He had one used mag in the rifle and five mags left. That was it. That was his only weapon say for the handgun, but he was leaving that behind. He waved goodbye as he kicked down the ladder and turned around once more.

"Remember, pick the ladder up when I'm gone. Don't drop it for anyone. When I come back I want you to wait for the word... Rubberneck. If you don't hear that word. Do NOT drop this ladder." He started to climb down and when he reached the bottom he looked up. The man and women were lifting the ladder. Good. Jake shouldered his weapon and started to walk down the street. It was empty say for the mutilated dead bodies that is. He kept walking and looking for survivors. Until, he heard a noise...

Aya shrugged, "We either walk or use horses. We have a simpler life than you people. But, we enjoy it."
"That's nice." said Foxfire. "Well, you wanna drive?" he asked Alex.

Aya shrugged, "We either walk or use horses. We have a simpler life than you people. But, we enjoy it."

Alex shrugged "Whatever keeps your world spinning" he looked between the other two "I guess I'll have to drive. I haven't a clue where to go though, so I'll need help" he climbed into the driver's seat and began to mess about with the gearstick and brake pedal.

"Right then. The route's pretty basic, I'll give you directions as we go. Me and Aya will kill any zombie who so much as looks at us funny. We'll be there in no time. From the ammo dump I will continue on foot to the barricks, then back to you guys. After that we'll get to...well, whereever the safehouse is."

"Suits me!" Alex said as he put his foot down. The car flew off and screeched around the first corner, narrowly missing a lamp post "My bad!" he shouted as a post-box flew over the roof of the car "I'd keep my hands in the car if I were you!" he looked ahead over the dashboard "Left or right?" he shouted, swerving to avoid a wrecked car "Like a warzone, this place!"

"Right!" Foxfire shouted, holding on to the car for dear life. He saw burnt-out cars, zombies, and partly destroyed buildings wizz pass.
OOC: Check you TGs.

ooc- Crap, i'm back and you guys jacked my car

OOC: Sorry NB, just couldn't wait. You're in the back, just say you're guy has an injury or is providing cover.

The car screeched around as Alex yanked on the steering wheel, throwing himself into Foxfire's lap. "Sorry" he said as repositioned himself. He put his foot down again and the car sped up considerably "HEADS UP!" he shouted out the window as a group of zombies smashed into the windscreen and were flung of the sides. He came to another corner "Where now? Is it much further to the shit!" he said this as a rubbish bin smashed into his side of the windscreen and bounced off, forcing him to swerve wildly "How far?" he asked again politely, as though nothing had happened.

:D OOC: Grand Theft Zombie Auto 3! Oh yeah!
IC: "Turn left now, down that alley!"
OOC2: I gotta go, I'll leave ya to it.

Alex threw the car into the alley, losing hardly any speed. The rubbish flew up, hit the windscreen and bonnet before disappearing from view at the back "These cars take a hell lot a punishment!" he shouted in the back as he twisted the car this way and that to keep it straight.

Neminian pressed against a wall and signaled to his squad to do the same. There was someone walking in the street in front of them with a gun on his shoulder. They took out their pistols and readied them to fire.
"What do you think? One of ours?" He whispered to a squadmate.
"Check. Do the 'Thunder' thing."
Neminian took a breath and called out, "Thunder!" as loud as he could. "Thunder or we will fire!"

Alex threw the car into the alley, losing hardly any speed. The rubbish flew up, hit the windscreen and bonnet before disappearing from view at the back "These cars take a hell lot a punishment!" he shouted in the back as he twisted the car this way and that to keep it straight.
"Well we've barely started yet! Go all the way down this street, make a left and then a sharp turn up that bridge. Then-" Foxfire was cut off as a loud thud sounded from the roof of the car. Several more thuds were heard and several splats as some of the zombies missed the car. Foxfire fired his shotgun though the roof of the car, a direct hit on one of the zombies, making it fly off the car into a building. A second zombie reached though the open window to grab him, but he broke it's wrist with a karate-chop and grabbed the limp hand, yanking down and causing the zombie to fall off the car onto the roadway. A third zombie got directly in front of the windshield, obscuring eveyone's view out the front. Suddenly the car hit a bump and the zombie rolled off, barely grabbing the wing mirror so it was right beside Alex. It slowly began reaching with it's free hand towards him...

Michael rolled down the window annd fired at the zombies.

"You do know that this is not mine.", he said.

"Well I hope whoever owns it has insurance!" shouted Foxfire over the scream of the tires on asphalt as the car whiped around a corner. The zombie has fallen off, it's hand having been shattered by the bullets.
OOC: I'm getting off for a while, I'll be on later.

"Not your car? oh oh" he said as he ran completely over a Zombie making a loud scrunging noise as he crushed it benith the wheel. he swerved in an attempt to shake off the Zombies on the roof while the others fired. He snapped to the left and saw a decayed hand reaching through the window at him "AAAAH!!! WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU COME FROM!?!" he shouted as he pulled his pistol out. He fired one handed, with the other steering the car. He managed to loosen the Zombie's grip and watched on the rear-view mirror as it dropped away "Up yours, ya decaying shite, ye!" he shouted as he skidded the car left and out of the alley "Nearly there I hope" he said.

"Yes! Now that we're over the bridge, the base in just down that street to the left. That's the ammo dump. Nearby is the base. We stop at the ammo dump first." Foxfire fired his shotgun out the window, the pellets blowing a zombies upper torso off in a spray of blood and gore.

Michael said while shooting zombies with his Beretta 92,
"Yeah. . . It is an Eclipse City Ford Crown Victoria Police Cruiser. It is the police's car, I just drive it."

Alex continued to fly down the rubble strewn streets without any regard to what or who was in his way. He was enjoying himself. He noticed, through the corner of his eye, a little gleam come off the road "Shit!" he shouted as he soun the wheel in an attempt to avoid the glass "Help me through this" he said looking upwards through the roof. Two large bangs were his answer as the car swerved wildly and hit a wall sideways, bring rubble on top of the roof. Alex looked around and then looked up again "Cheers, mate" he said sarcastically before twisting his seat "is everybody okay?"

Alex continued to fly down the rubble strewn streets without any regard to what or who was in his way. He was enjoying himself. He noticed, through the corner of his eye, a little gleam come off the road "Shit!" he shouted as he soun the wheel in an attempt to avoid the glass "Help me through this" he said looking upwards through the roof. Two large bangs were his answer as the car swerved wildly and hit a wall sideways, bring rubble on top of the roof. Alex looked around and then looked up again "Cheers, mate" he said sarcastically before twisting his seat "is everybody okay?"

Michael said,
"Oh, shit. You know that this really sucks on several levels?"

Michael said,
"Oh, shit. You know that this really sucks on several levels?"
"We're actually pretty close to the ammo dump. It's only about a block away." Foxfire opened his door and fired his shotgun, tearing though two zombies at once. "We'll be okay." he said as he stepped on one of the zombies head's, his foot crushing though it's skull and pulverizing it's brain. Foxfire wiped his boot off on the side of the car. "It never fails. I just cleaned this thing." he said, inspecting the sole of his boot.

"We're actually pretty close to the ammo dump. It's only about a block away." Foxfire opened his door and fired his shotgun, tearing though two zombies at once. "We'll be okay." he said as he stepped on one of the zombies head's, his foot crushing though it's skull and pulverizing it's brain. Foxfire wiped his boot off on the side of the car. "It never fails. I just cleaned this thing."

OOC- This is MY cop car! When will you people learn this, or are you driving a dfferent car?

OOC- This is MY cop car! When will you people learn this, or are you driving a dfferent car?
OOC: He was actually talking about his boot.

OOC: He was actually talking about his boot.

OOC: oh

OOC :rolleyes:;):D:cool:
Yeah...

Alex forced his way through the door and glanced around the streets quickly. It seemed for the moment that the Zombies had retreated "Where is the ammo dump?" he asked, checking his rifle to make sure it had suffered no damage in the crash.

"Just down the block from here. Several fenced-in buildings. They'll be marked "ammo" "munitions" "explosives" etc. Come on!" Foxfire started off down the street, shotgun at the ready.
OOC: I got to get off, be on later.

-bump-

K, second thought, I'm still in, excepty I'll be doing a rather large post from the very begining* of ther outbrake to 'present time'.

*First roadblock to stop 'riots' but before any abandoned vehicles and before the military arrived*

Alex began to walk down the road towards the ammo-dump, gun ready. He turned and looked at Foxfire and the rest of the group "None of you coming?" he shouted down the street.

"I am!" yelled Foxfire. He hefted his shotgun and ran down the street after Alex.
OOC: I'm really bored at the moment.

OOC: K, this starts off somewhere between posts 1 and 2...

You wake up one morning and turn on the news, hat you see is sheer panic, the news crew appears to be running from a shambling crowd..... Soon the sounds of military vehicles rumbles through your neighbourhood, something is happeneing, and something big.....

Lt Joe Rimmer's patrol car was one of the first on the scene, promptly followed by four others.

In his left seat, was Sgt. Jack Johnnson.

They were reponding to a dispatch to contain a riot, and let innocent bystanders out, whle keeping the violent rioters containd until reinforcements arrived to process them.

The massive shambling crowd they saw prompted them to don body armor and draw heavy weapons, an MP-5 and ammo for lethal effect. Since they lacked sufficient quantities of less than lethal ordnance to contain such a crowd.

The roadblock was rudimentry, it was simply the cars parked in such a manner to act as barricade to any traffic, and to slow down rioters and projectiles.

The roadblock also consisted of ten officers from ECPD, armed with five Siaga-12 shotguns, five MP-5s with sound modulating recoil compensators. The officers wore body armor and helmets, and those with the MP-5s also carried shields. All officers had a Berretta 92 pistol.

Rimmer, being the highest ranking officer so far, starting giving orders, much like a seargent of a colonial army would to his squad.

"Load Gas!"
*The men armed with shotguns each loaded a clip of gas shells
"Aim: range, 75 meters first shot, followed by box at 105 meters"
*The men shouldered their guns, and charged the first shell
"Fire!"
*The men fired a thin row of tear gas at the front of the shambling rioters, hoping it would slow them down, followed by 20 gas shells landing in clumps of four roughly 30 meters behind, in an effort to prevent the leaders of the riots from maintaining any order to their chaos.

"Load beans!"
*The men gingerly removed the now empty mags from their shotguns, handed them to their 'assistants' amred with MP-5s to top off with slugs, and loaded their clip of banbag ammunition

"Ready"
They charged a fresh shell into the chamber

"Aim"
They shouldered their guns

"Fire"
They fired in unison, knocking down five rioters with each shot, but the low pressures involved prevented the gun from cycling.

"Ready"
They cycled the bolt manually via the charging handle

"Aim"

"Fire!"

The rioters took this with little effect, those felled by the previous volley having recovered and have begun to get back up, they continued to fire off all their beanbag rounds, they rioters were now within 50 meters and closing.

"Load slugs!"
The shotguners then switched to lethal force, using lead hollow point slugs now, even though the guns now cycled semi-auto, the "ready" command was still issued between volleys, and they still fired in unison.

Rimmer, by this time, was wondering what was keeping the reinforcements from arriving, since they generaly were punctual enough to arrive before they even managed to set up a basic roadblock. He never felt comfortable with the idea of taking someone's life in the line of duty.

And neither did those who carried the shotguns...

"Fire!"
most of the gunners aimed for legs and extremities, shearing them clean off with the force involved, which was rather surprising and unexpected. What was more unexpected was that, even with a leg or arm missing, they continued to advance.

"Fire at will! Lethal effect!"
Firing immediately became more sparadic, with subdued tones of the MP-5s bellowing in. Then the shooting stopped.

"Rounds complete!" piped up Sgt. Johnson.

"Fire flares for effect upon advancing line, range: 25 meters..."

The shotguners loaded a clip of special blank cartridges, and rammed a 'rifle grenade' onto the muzzle, and raised a special sight that also cut off the gas port. They then fired the flares out, and they made a brillinat flash of light, the men donned Night Vision Goggles and gas masks to help them see through the light, as they came with dimmers to prevent blinding, the gas masks also prevented the fumes from the flares from affecting them.

"Red smoke, 75 meters, Johnson, get on the radio and figure out what is keeping them. All others, load buckshot"

The flares held them off for awhile, though the mass of the zombies pushing the crowd forward forced them to walk through the burning flares, setting them afire, which didn't seem to do much... Though it did burn away their flesh on the lower extremities, forcing them to crawl.

"Prepare for CQB!"

One of the younger officers jokingly replied with the mock order:
"Fix bayonets!"
To whch all other officers echoed as they readied their nightsticks, pistols, and tazers, having spent all the 9 mm for their MP-5s. Those bearing shields started beating them in unison with their nightsticks,

"Charge!"
They charged upon the rioters, at first ignoring the crippled ones until it became aparent they still had some fight in them, after which, the standard order of the day was to smash their heads in with your boot.

The charge made good headway as it passed the roadblock and approached the flames as they died down, and then they could clearly see, that even though they had just killed over 50 rioters, there were still over 5000 more to go.

"Fall back! Covering fire!"
At close quarters, men used their tazers to fell zombies over the smoldering flares, which temporarily dispatched 5 zombies, the others that were tazered had been promptly beaten to death as they were subdued. The men tried carefully to retreat without tripping over the corpses, although occassionally one would trip.

Of the ten that charged, only six made it back to the roadblock, some of thenm wounded. They watched helplessly as their fallen comrads were eaten in front of them, themselves wasting no time reloading their magazines.

The zombies were now only 10 meters away when they resumed firing...

Then the line broke...

One of the officers decided to use one of the cars in the roadblock as a tank to run over the zombies. He didn't notice that this would leave the other five vulnerable, and would isolate himself from the group. He also didn't notice that the car he was using had a zombie riding shotgun either...

The car promptly drove itself into a telophone pole...

"Hold the line!"

The remaining five tried to 'plug' the hole in the barricade with their bodies, three shieldbearers and two shotgunners.

It didn't work too well...

With the undead now starting to chomp away at the shield bearing officers, those toting shotguns decided it was time to retreat, the cars no longer being an option, they went on foot, bloodstained and full of fear.

Sgt. Johnson fired some flares into the other, now empty, patrol cars, setting their fuel tank afire, and getting rid of his otherwise useless blank cartridges.

They thought they saw reinforcements arriving just as they were leaving.
(As shown in post 2 from UHC's perspective)
Cpl. Ryan Brown sighed. His unit was being called away to help quell a riot in the citys scientific district. Its cause those damn scientists never get any sleep... His unit turned the corner and stumbled across a sceen of horror. Two police officers covered in blood dashed by. Corpses littered the street and several of the crowd looked like they were... eating them.
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They decided to hole up in a nearby building, and made sure to secure both the first floor, basement, and then move into the second floor and secure that as well.

Seargent Johnson didn't look too well, and was quite weak and feverish.
Rimmer treated his injuries with a first aid kit from one of the patrol cars.
(A temporary aid station was erected between charges to treat the more seriously wounded)

Within 20 minutes, he was dead, even though cause of death was not apparent, aside from a ripped up left arm and a bite upon his right leg.

About 10 minutes after that Johnson rose again... Rimmer promptly beat him sensless across the head with his nightstick and dumped him out the window.

Rimmer then considered his position:
Two Siaga-12K shotguns with about 50 shotgun slugs already loaded into 10 magazines
Two Berretta 92 pistols /w/ 4 clips, only 2 of which are loaded, and only partially
Two nightsticks
A spent First Aid Kit
A well barricaded building
A horde of walking dead outside

And Himself.

OOC: Woot! 5 page post!
Still not done though...

OOC: Catching up...
IC:
Patrolman Jack Hawkins was rudely awoken by a loud bang coming from the end of the street. He looked at his clock: 8:30 am.
Dammit it'd better be World War Three out there; my shift doesn't start for another few hours.

He stepped downstairs and walked into the kitchen. Still half asleep, he poured some coffee from the day before into a mug and put in the microwave. It wasn't until he took a look outside that he really woke up. He couldn't believe it: it WAS World War three out there! People were running and screaming, cars careened off the road, mobs of people were rushing past his house in a crazed mass. He saw one poor soul running in terror. He stopped, looked at the police car parked in front of Jack's house, and made a run for the front door. Hawkins was about to got to the door to intercept him, but before he could five people covered in blood tackled him to the ground and...were ripping him apart?!?
His training took hold now, as he ran upstairs and hastily got his uniform on. He unlocked and opened the drawer to his nightstand and pulled out his personal handgun: a Smith and Wessen .40 caliber pistol. He pulled ammunition out of his closet and loaded the gun as well as five extra magazines. He had his department issue Beretta on his belt along with his usual loadout, and a shotgun and MP-5 in his car. He pulled his cell phone from the charger and dialed the station's number.

"I am sorry, but we are unable to put your call through. Please hang up and dial again, or stay on the line until your call be transferred to an available operator."

He closed the phone, disgusted. He pulled out a silencer and affixed it to his S&W as he went downstairs. He made sure he had his keys and readied himself to face the hell outside. He locked and loaded, starting with his S&W, and opened the door.

He was halfway to his cruiser when a figure came charging toward him. A huge chunk was taken out of his neck and the remnants of his most recent meal were still dangling from his mouth: human intestines. Horrified, Hawkins fired a round into the man's chest. It blew a hole into him and knocked him over. Then something amazing yet terrifying happened: he got back up! Hawkins fired two more rounds. He kept coming. Out of terror he fired wildly, the shots working their way up the man's torso and one eventually hit him in the head. The man flew back and dropped, not moving. It didn't an expert to realize that a headshot was all that had worked. Hawkins dove into his car and started the engine. He turned on his lights and sirens and gunned it for the police station, running over more crazed people on the way.

"Dispatch this is Car 215-niner, I am now active and reporting for duty," his voice shaky as he tried manuevering past a number of stalled cars on the road, barely missing.

"Car 215-niner proceed to-" the dispatcher was cut off by the sound of crunching glass and and an overwhelming noise...was that maoning? "Fuck, just go somewhere I'm outta here!"

The channel became awash in static. In shock, he drove toward the center of town, dodging more roving mobs as he did so with lights and sirens blaring.

He happened upon a police roadblock...only to find it overrun and several of the officers charging with mob.

"WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS GOING ON?!?!?"

He was on the verge of hysterics as he almost careened into a phone pole. He couldn't drive like this forever. As he continued he almost jumped out of skin when the corpse of his former supervisor fell from the window of a barricaded building. His shock was alleviated for second as he realized that it meant that someone could still be alive in there. But it could also mean...
He pushed the thought from his mind as he killed lights and sirens and parked the car as close to the door as possible before shutting it off. He then emptied it of weapons: a tactical shotgun, an MP-5, an extra Beretta, and all of the accompanying ammo along with a kevlar vest and a few flashbangs. He took a good look around to ensure that the area was clear before leaving the car and proceeding to the building's door. With pistol ready, he cautiously knocked three times on the door. Slowly, deliberately, to ensure that it would not be mistaken for the insane pounding of the rioters.

Quietly, but with some projection, he said, "Eclipse City Police, if anyone is alive in there, please open the door

OOC: Yup HT, this is your cue :)

OOC: I supose that this is where I'm to reply...
Too tired for a proper IC, so if I'm supposed to respond, just edit above post with an OOC yes or no at the footer.

EDit: Oh Goody! I'll post soon.

For awhile, Lt. Rimmer considered his fate, it would only be a matter of time until:
A> The military restored order
or
B> The rioters/zombies manage to break down the barricades

In either case, he couldn't just let himself just sit by and wait for things to 'blow over', he was an officer of the peace, his training just wouldn't allow that.

Then he was inturrupted by a familiar saying:
Quietly, but with some projection, he said, "Eclipse City Police, if anyone is alive in there, please open the door

He quickly shook himself out of his morbid thoughts and hurried down the stairs, Siaga-12 slung on his back and pistol in hand. His uniform was soaked in blood and gore. His Night vision goggles and blood flecked gas mask hung loosely around his neck to one side, the chin strap of his helmet was undone.

At the door he saw a relatively distrought officer in a somewhat clean uniform waiting impatiently.

Promptly, Rimmer unlocked and opened the door, pulled the man inside, and secured the door. Only after that did he turn around to greet his guest.

"We may want to get to the upper floors, these doors and windows won't last long. Nice to meet a friendly face. So what happened to the rest of your squad?"

Upon reaching the 'bunker' on the second floor, one could quickly find a small pool of blood in a bed beside a used first aid kit in the far right corner by a window, there was a smear of blood leading from the pool to the window, which was open, the walls had some blood splattered upon them.

A Siaga-12 with a clip still attached could be seen leaning against a wall in the far left corner, as could an 'unclaimed' officer's belt, some empty pistol magazines could be seen lying on the floor next to what presumably was the pistol from the belt. The cieling appeared to have a hole blown through it, revealing the attic and roof to the former bedroom.

Rimmer then looked out the window.
"Oh, by golly, he's back up again!"
He then shouldered his Siaga-12 and fired a slug into former Sgt Jack Johnson's head.
"Now stay dead you crazy zombie... May you rest in peace."

He then turned back to his guest, shotgun still at ready:
"You bitten?"

A flashbang could be heard cooking off in one of the burning patrol cars down the street. Along with a monotonous low moaning, which was followed a considerable time later by a more disturbing sound:
A loud, slow, and monotoous banging at the front and back doors.
The zombies had found them, and now they wanted inside.

(I'll also let you pick out Rimmer's skin color, green sounds fine enough...)

bumpage.
Who's 'turn' is it?

I'm still waiting for Ruthless...

Quality over quantity of postcounts please.

Green Hawk is doing some nice posting...

OOC: I'm still waiting for everyone who was with me at the ammo dump...

Alex crept slowly forward, scanning every window, every door. His hands were trembling slightly and he was sweating from the tension. He finally reached the ammo dump and said to the others "You collect what you need to collect, I'll set up a perimeter and gave you some warning if our 'mates' reappear" He found the perfect, half demolished house and set to work climbing the rubble to the first story window.

The voice didn't answer so Neminian looked around the corner. There was no one there.
"Must have been a trick of light or somethin'. Cmon, we have to get to the ammo dump."

Neminian and his squad found an abandoned police car, and drove towards the ammo depo.

Alex crept slowly forward, scanning every window, every door. His hands were trembling slightly and he was sweating from the tension. He finally reached the ammo dump and said to the others "You collect what you need to collect, I'll set up a perimeter and gave you some warning if our 'mates' reappear" He found the perfect, half demolished house and set to work climbing the rubble to the first story window.
Foxfire nodded. He strode though the base. It was entirely deserted, no civilians, soldiers, or zombies to be seen. He moved inward to a warehouse marked "Perimiter Defenses". He looked though the boxes. "Alarms, tripwires, lasers, turrets, mini electric fence..." he muttered, then lifted the whole box up. He went around, taking two more crates of defenses. He got ammo and weapons from the firearms house, explosives from the explosives house, and finally drove out three vehicles from the motor pool. Two military trucks for hauling this stuff to a secure location, and a large APC with duel turrets to transport people in security. He looked to the others. "I'm going into the barricks to see if anyone's left alive and collect some things. Everyone needs to stay here and load these crates onto the trucks. Once your done, guard the trucks. If you come under attack and feel that you're being overwhelmed, take off. I'll find my own way out." He turned and shouted up to Alex. "Intrested in coming with me to the barricks?"

Alex thought for a moment "Sure, why not?" he walked down the rubble and got in beside Foxfire. "I think you'd better drive this time" he said sheepisly, "We want this vehicle to work at the end of the trip" he got in the passenger seat and began to check his rifle for ammo.

Foxfire started up the truck. He placed his shotgun, assualt rifle, and poison pistol on the floor of the truck. He began to drive. "If we don't find any soldiers left at the barricks, I'm going to need you to sit in the back and shoot off any zombies. I'm not putting you back there now because we haven't stayed in one place long enough for the zombies to get to us, but that may change." The truck drove down the street towards the Army Barricks. The place looked realativly intact, save for the bodies of some soldiers and zombies scattered thoughout the area and a few burned-out cars. Foxfire smashed though the gates and stopped next to some large gray buidlings. "Here we are." he said. He got out and opened the door, stepping into the cool darkness of the interior...

Alex followed Foxfire into the barracks and immediately turned around to throw up. The room was full of rotting bodies, both Soldiers and Zombies. It was worse than any battlefield he had ever been on. He shivered said to Foxfire "look...why don't I stand guard on the truck? It'd be better than..." he was interupted by the return of his breakfast. He breathed deeply "...you get the point?" he finished weakly before turning back to the truck.

He thought for another minute before turning around "Actually safety in numbers. Even if..." he winced to show the point.

Foxfire grimiced at the grisily sight. He nodded mutely, unable to speak. He walked over to his bunk. It had been shredded, his gear spread across the floor, his personal photos of his girlfriend and family smashed. He picked up his blood-stained black katana sword from the floor and began wiping it clean with his shirt. He averted his eyes from the gore and bodies that surronded him. Once the sword was clean he slid it into it's sheath and strapped it to his belt. He picked up his assualt rifle and moved further in. More bodies and gore greeted him in the dim light. The door to the next barricks was left hanging and smashed on the floor. Beyond there was only darkness. Suddenly shots rang out, the bullets stitching a pattern in the ceiling above Foxfire's head. Foxfire shouted. "Stop! It's okay, we're human, don't shoot!" There was a rustling and a soldier in tattered uniform staggered out of the darkness, a pistol clutched in his bloody hand. "Sorry. These...things attacked and they..killed everyone, I think I'm the only one left." The man was looking nerviously everywhere, twitching at the shadows. "Is there anyone else left?" Foxfire asked calmly. "Well...maybe in Bunker 12. They must have set up a machine gun in there, I saw fire coming from there long after everyone else had been overwhelmed." "Alright. Soldier (Foxfire outranked the man, being an officer, the man was a private, but that hardly mattered now), there is a military truck outside. Get in the back and stay quiet. There's a shotgun in there. If any zombies come around, stay quiet. If they see you or somehow know your there start blasting away. We'll here you and come running. We're going to check out Bunker 12, see if there's any survivors left. Can you do that?" The man gave a shaky salute and turned to walk away. Foxfire spoke again. "What's your name, Soldier?" The man turned slightly. "It's Bryan, sir." "Good. Bryan, do just what I told you and you'll be fine." Bryan seemed to be regaining some of his old senses. "Yes Sir!" he said, and turned and ran out the door. Foxfire turned to Alex. "Come on."
OOC: Meet me in Playing God. I need to talk to you, both ICly and OOCly.

Alex followed Foxfire, ignoring the gore and willing not to throw up again. So much death. What chance did two soldiers face against the horde that done this?

To the left, Alex spotted a broken staircase leading up to first floor and instantly his mind started moving again. He shouted to Foxfire "Bunker 12's over there! Straight ahead! I'll cover you from up there" he turned and walked up the steps. Once he had found a good spot, he set up the bipod of his rifle and put the scope to his eye. The pressure of the lense on his skin felt comforting. It was time to forget all the horror and settle down to what he was good at.

Sniping.

The car pulled up outside the ammo depo and the troopers gathered up supplies. Neminian looked around. He saw a military truck and signaled to him men.
"Put the stuff in there." He turned around but then heard gunshots. He instinctively yelled, and ran towards the truck with his gun drawn. When he saw the man in the back wearing a soldier's uniform, he yelled "Cease fire! We're friendly!" He looked at his wounded squadmate. The shotgun pellets had made a number of wounds in his leg. The smell of blood hang heavily in the air.

A few blocks away, a zombies brain clicked with one thought.
Fresh blood.

Foxfire heard the shotgun blast as he was entering the staircase, then more shots and yelling. He froze, indecisive. Then he heard human voices. Thank God. Others must have found him. He gave Alex a thumbs-up and decended the staircase. Inside it was dark. Several bodies lay on the ground. Foxfire kicked one with his boot. Dead zombies. He opened the thick metal door ahead of him. Instantly he heard the unmistakable sound of over a dozen guns coming to bare on him. He stopped dead and dropped his assualt rifle. "Don't shoot! I'm friendly! Foxfire Rose, 42ed Battalion, Squad 8, I.D. 449678." A light flicked on to reveal about fifteen soldiers pointing everything from light pistols to chainguns in his direction. Foxfire looked around. "Everyone else in the base is dead or AWOL. We have transport waiting. Let's go!" All 16 troopers packed up and followed him out the door. Foxfire singnalled to Alex and he and the soldiers walked in the direction of the waiting military truck. Over by the ammo dump the others drove the two other trucks and the APC over to them. Two Hummvees with heavy machine guns manned by the soldiers from bunker 12 rolled out. Three men to a Hummvee, four to an APC and two to a truck made for a perfect division of men. Foxfire saw a bunch of men around their first truck. Foxfire, Alex, and the men began to run forward.

Alex noted with relief that so far, they had not been attacked. Yet, there was something not right with the whole situation. Soldier's instinct told him to be cautious. He turned to gaze down the street as a large, dishevelled mob began to move slowly around the corner. Alex's blood ran cold. He turned and sprinted towards the others "Zombies! Prepare for action!" he shouted, cocking back his gun and lying on the hood of the car scope to his eye. Time for some target practise.

Neminian knelt on the the car roof and brought his sniper out. he attached its tripod and took aim at the zombies.
"Aim for the head. That's the best way to take 'em out. Quick and easy." He fired a shot into the head of a straggling zombie.

OOC: Sorry HT, had to go to work for a week, back now.
IC:
Hawkins was somewhat bewildered when he was pulled in, but the ECPD uniform was a friendly sight indeed. As he was being dragged up the stairs, he said,
"Patrolman Jack Hawkins, good to see a fellow officer. I have no clue about my squad...I...I mean, I got out of bed not too long ago. Most of my stuff is with me and...and..."

As they reached the landing he sank to the floor as cradled his head in his hands. In response to the officer's question of whether he was bitten or not,

"No, no I'm alright. They didn't hurt me. The rioters, I mean. What the hell's going here? I mean, they were eating people! I KNOW some of the rioters! They wouldn't do something like that! And what do you mean bitten? Why ask about that specifically? Why not 'are you wounded?' My God the world's ending all around us! What are we gonna do? What are we-"

He was cut off as Rimmer fired his shotgun at someone outside. Hawkins was on the verge of hysterics. He looked around desperately, pinching himself and doing anything he could to wake up from this nightmare.

"It can't be real, I mean, people don't just eat each other. This all some kind of dream right? I mean I've seen you around the station but that doesn't mean anything. Real people appear in dreams all the time. Any minute now more will appear out of nowhere and-"

There was a low moaning followed by pounding on the door. Hawkins swallowed hard and cocked the slide on his pistol back.

"Dream or not," his voice faltered, his hands shaking, "We've got a job to do right? As long as we wear these badges."

He got up and readied himself for whatever was going to come throught the door.

"Barely even had breakfast," he muttered ruefully.

Alex noted with relief that so far, they had not been attacked. Yet, there was something not right with the whole situation. Soldier's instinct told him to be cautious. He turned to gaze down the street as a large, dishevelled mob began to move slowly around the corner. Alex's blood ran cold. He turned and sprinted towards the others "Zombies! Prepare for action!" he shouted, cocking back his gun and lying on the hood of the car scope to his eye. Time for some target practise.

Void Templar: Neminian knelt on the the car roof and brought his sniper out. he attached its tripod and took aim at the zombies.
"Aim for the head. That's the best way to take 'em out. Quick and easy." He fired a shot into the head of a straggling zombie.
"No!" Foxfire shouted. "There's too many of them. If we hunker down and entrench ourselves we'll be quickly overrun! Speed is the answer. These guy's don't move very fast. We can easily outrun them in the vehicles. Just keep them off our backs while we load the trucks." Foxfire, being the C&C in the situation, began barking orders. "You and you! Load those crates! You! Take up that machine gun and lay down supressive fire! You, you, you, you and you. Drive a vehicle. Get them warmed up and started. The rest of you start sniping those zombies! And we need a medic over here for these guys!" The soldiers began to work, quickly and efficintly. Half of them began loading and preping the vehicles, while the other half used machine guns, chainguns, or sniper rifles to mow down zombies, adding to Alex's and Neminian's sniper fire. Foxfire mounted one of the APC's machine guns and began firing it's powerful bullets, blowing off zombie limbs and putting them down for good.

OOC: Sorry I've been gone for so long, been a bit busy with other matters. whats been happening?

OOC: Well, everyones basically converged at the ammo dump. We're being attacked by zombies (go figure). Who are ICly again?

OOC: My IC is Ryan Brown.

OOC: I read up on your guy. Where is he now?

After zoning back into Mr. Hawkins's blabbering, he noticed the man's niavet when it came to what was going on around him.

"How many bullets do you have in that pistol? Ten? Fifteen maybe? Now suppose there are thirty of those blighters down there, so you manage to get perfect shots all around and down about a dozen or so, what then?"

He paused to see if Hawkins was still as sure of himself and his pistol mowing down the hordes to safety, then continued, interupting any attempt to respond.

"I don't have time to figure out if this is a dream or not, and frankly, niether do you. All I know is, that man down there [points to Jack Johnson] was my partner, and he was bitten, now he's one of them." - He says, as he shoulders the shotgun and fires a second slug into Jack Johnson, who had managed to crawl back up to his knees.

"I've also already seen the 'military' stroll through here, they took a quick double take at those guys and scrambled back to their cozy little base, there's something those people know but aren't willing to tell anyone. I suppose the best course of action is to try and evacuate the city. How good are you at jumping between rooftops?"

And then he started to crawl up to the roof through the hole in the ceiling.

"Oh, and if you happen to see any weapons or food you'd want to take along, don't hesitate, nobody else in this house will be neeing it"

With those parting words, he was on the roof, had already picked a spot, and ran down the pitched roof, jumped, and landed hard onto a nearby fire escape. [Aluding to green hawk's post #95 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12945569&postcount=95)]

I suppose nobody looks here anymore (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=525906&page=5)

OOC: Did, saw it, good idea.
IC:
Hawkins looked at the door, then at Rimmer disappearing through the ceiling. He didn't have to be told twice.
He holstered the pistol and climbed up. As he got onto the roof he heard the sound of the door being broken open and the shuffling sound of footsteps. He peeked over the front of the building and took a final forlorn look at his cruiser before getting a running start and leaping after Rimmer to the fire escape. He'd get it later. If the military didn't nuke the city first.

Like it or not, the Leutenant was right. There was no time to wonder if all this was really happening. All there was left to focus on was survival. They had to get out. And as a police officer, he'd make sure he got as many survivors out with him as possible.

Neminian heard a scream and turned around. One of his soldiers was being devoured by a pack of zombies. He cursed, fired a few shots at them and was surprised when two started running towards the group. Not shambling, like the rest of the Z's, but running. He fired a shot into ones head and brought it down. "Behind us, behind us, they're comin' from the back!" He yelled. But he had to reload...