NationStates Jolt Archive

Colin stood on the roof and watched as Rikan and Nathan waited at the bottom of the building. He didn't get a chance to say anything as Erik raced down the fire escape to them. He turned to Liadan and Ruben and got them moving down the fire escape. That is....that nerd.

Colin ran back to the door on the roof and yanked it open, rifle at the ready. Jakob ducked as Colin fired several rounds into the creature, it paused for several seconds before advanceing again. Colin waited till Jakob was through the door before shutting it. Picking up the briefcase, Colin raced after Jakob and headed down the fire escape as the first of the creatures burst onto the roof.

The group quickly reassembled at the bottom and not a moment too soon as more creatures began to turn thier attention to them. Colin stood there and thought for a few seconds.

"The White House....the White House come on!"

Colin turned and started running, briefcase in one hand, rifle in the other. The rest of the group followed, unsure of what the teenager was up to. Colin ran like hell, he only turned his head back once to see if they were following, and ran into a creature. Both were knocked to the ground and Colin scrambled up and smashed the creature's skull in with the butt of his rifle.

Colin lead the group, and after several hard minutes, the now faded White House was in sight.

Behind them, the dead followed.

Making sure that the grenades hadn't caused him any injury, Ruben quickly exited the display area when Rikan provided the distraction by making a new doorway. Before the smoke had cleared, Ruben had made his way back into the bathroom, a 9mm pistol in hand.

A little digging around the pile of weapons soon rewarded Ruben with all his gear. Slinging the bow over his shoulder, he picked up a nearby 9mm and more ammo. Now armed with twin pistols, he made a prompt path towards the roof of the museum.

After going through several clips, Ruben soon found himself atop the roof and looking down at the electric vehicle Rikan had aquired. It wasn't his vehicle of choice but he supposed it was faster than the creatures. Refilling his clips, Ruben jumped down and moved onto the car.

"I hate soldiers..."

Making sure that the s hadn't caused him any injury, Ruben quickly exited the display area when Rikan provided the distraction by making a new doorway. Before the smoke had cleared, Ruben had made his way back into the bathroom, a 9mm pistol in hand.

A little digging around the pile of weapons soon rewarded Ruben with all his gear. Slinging the bow over his shoulder, he picked up a nearby 9mm and more ammo. Now armed with twin pistols, he made a prompt path towards the roof of the museum.

After going through several clips, Ruben soon found himself atop the roof and looking down at the electric vehicle Rikan had aquired. It wasn't his vehicle of choice but he supposed it was faster than the creatures. Refilling his clips, Ruben jumped down and moved onto the car.

"I soldiers..."

Nathan eyed Ruben.

"And I guess the soldiers don't think much of you you Ruben. Now's focus, we've got those f**ks following us."

Nathan unshouldered his backpack, and took out two bottles, took the two corks out with a knife, and stuffed newspaper into both bottle's neck. He handed one to Ruben.

"It's a Molotov. Light the paper, find a good place to make a blazing hell, and throw."

Nathan lit his Molotov, and threw it at a group of zombies, They were instantly engulfed in flame, and they collapsed to the ground, smouldering away.

Grinning, he gave his lighter to Ruben.

"Give it back when you're done with the Molotov."

Ruben looked over at Nathan.

"I know what it is."

Watching as Nathan launched his own moltolv, Ruben took the lighter and lit the paper, waiting for the just the right moment to launch the explosive. The flaming bottle arced through the air, spiralling over the first few creatures and crashed into a thick patch of them, igniting the walking corpses and spreading flame towards the others.

Handing back the lighter, Ruben withdrew his bow and a few of his special arrows. The arrows covered in flamable substances. Nocking the projectiles, Ruben asked Nathan to light the head before he unleashed into the heads of several creatures, downing them the spreading fire to anything that stood on the flaming corpse.

Colin turned back to the group as they hurled Molotov's at the creatures.

"Come on...run you assholes, we're almost there!"

The group looked at Colin and further past him at the White House. They followed the teen, unsure of why they were going here. Colin ran inside and went downstairs. The group followed him into the kitchen where he pulled back a pipe, opening a door. He lead the group down the hall and talked as he moved.

"This was added during the early stages of this incident. So..take what you need."

Colin turned on the light and a massive weapons room was revealed. Rows of assault rifles and other weapons were lined agains the wall in racks. A tarp covered object sat in the middle of the room and a large closed garage door sat on the other end of the room.

"There are no rocket launchers or anything explosive...but grab all the ammo and shit you can."

He quickly handed out several large duffel bags and as everyone set to work grabbing what they needed, Colin walked into the middle of the room and pulled a tarp off a large object.

The Vietnam era M113's paint was a little faded, but it was still in working order. Colin checked the gas tank, it was full. He went to a rack of assault rifles and began to rip them off the wall and put them into the APC.

"We got ten mintues then we get the fuck outta here."

Jakob went to a rack and first filled his pockets with extra 9mm ammo. After that, he joined th others in piling various weapons and ammo on the floor of the APC.

Colin continued to rip automatic weapons and magizines off the walls. He didn't take the time to see what he was grabbing, all he wanted was more firearms and ammo. He threw his filled bag to Rikan who shoved it into the APC.

"Okay guys, lets get going!"

As the group piled in the APC, Colin grabbed the suitcase and shoved it in between two seats. The roof was drawn back, allowing the people to stand and fire down onto the creatures. The teen grabbed a Mossberg 500 Cruiser from the rack and a box of shotgun shells before climbing in.

He climbed into the drivers seat and pressed the engine start, it sputtered for a few minutes before finally roaring into life. Colin pressed a button on a tiny remote he had and the garage door opened. He mashed his feet to the accelerator and flung the APC forward onto the South Lawn.

Colin turned the vehicle around and moved out of the broken gate onto the streets. Hundreds of creatures were all around them, and his ears were filled with the sound of gunfire as everyone behind him opened fire. He barreled right through a large group and turned down a street, heading for the Washington monument.

It was then he noticed, he had no idea in hell how to get to the base these people were from. He turned the APC slightly and the treads squished a creature's head, blood and brains splattered against the side of the vehicle. Colin turned his head around and saw a map sticking out of Nathan's pants, he grabbed it and looked at it and smiled. Turning around, he concentrated on keeping the APC moving quick enough to stay a little ahead of thier lumbering pusures.

"Keep firing! We should be at your base in about an hour!"

Erik used a heavy machine gun (after setting it up) they had collected to tear through the rotting creatures as they raced onwards. The noise was deafening, as in addition to the machine gun, which was quite loud, the others were all firing at the creatures to keep them back from every side of the vehicle. When hit with the machine gun shells, bloody chunks of the creatures flew everywhere as they virtually disintigrated into a gory mess. The corpses fell left and right as they were struck with lead. Erik thought to ask how far they needed to go, but he didn't, as no one would hear him over the cacophony.

Colin drove the APC like a madman, bashing through cars, running over more creatures, and crashing through several mailboxes. Skidding through the streets of Alexandria, Colin took several more roads and nearly flipping the APC over several more times before getting on a two lane country road.

Everyone in the back relaxed, Colin guessed they were more scared of his insane driving then of the creatures, who were now miles behind. Colin let up on the gas and the APC slowly drove down the road before making another turn onto a single lane dirt road. As they neared the clearing before the fort, a strange odor entered everyone's nostrils...smoke.

Colin drove to the edge of the clearing and everyone gasped. The fence was torn to shreds, the massive gate was ajar, and smoke rose from the complex. The teen gently nudged the APC towards the gate and drove it inside.

It was a mess, brass bullet casing covered the ground, all of the vehicles, spare for a Black Hawk, were burning. They carefully climbed out of the APC, weapons and gear in hand. Colin took point, a worried look on his face. Rikan looked around and her eyes widened as she saw the door of the seceret labs, the one that had been sealed, was wide open.

"DAD?!" Colin yelled out. "DAD WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"Colin..." a weak voice was heard near the Black Hawk.

The group moved over and saw the President stumble to the ground. Colin rushed over, knealt, and held him in his arms.

"Dad...what happened?"

"Colin...my boy...I'm sorry, resuce didn't get to you. Infection in the Bradley...sent out....other team, one bitten and hid it till he got back here.he...change...we had reopened the labs, and they got out..."

"Dad...dad we can get out of here."

"It is too late Colin..." The President moved his sleeve, a horrible bite wound was there. "I'm sorry.."

"No...Dad...we can get help, we can fix it...what happened to mum won't happen to you. We'll be okay...everything will be alright."

"I'm sorry Colin....I wish it would be okay....I do love you my son..." the President's eyes slowly closed.

"Dad...Dad..Dad!"

Colin's eyes filled with tears as he tried to shake his father awake. Laying the body on the ground he stood and stepped back. He pulled a revolver out of the holster on his waist and pulled back the hammer. Tears blinded him as the President slowly rose from the ground and turned to him, the eyes opened wide. Colin stood there, he wipped the tears from his eyes and leveled the pistol with his father's head.

"I'm sorry Dad."

Colin closed his eyes and pulled the trigger; a small hole appeared in the middle of the President's forehead and brains shot out of a bigger hole in the back of his head. Colin stood there shivering as he looked at the body, he finally lost control and crumpled to the ground, crying.

"Isn't that a pity?" a voice said from behind. The group slowly turned around and a patch of smoke was blown away by the wind, revealing a person behind them.

Merrin stood there, a crooked smile on his lips. In his hands he held a M79 grenade launcher and Barretta. He chuckled slightly.

"Good to see the gang is all here."

Merrin's eyes never left the group, but he motioned to the Black Hawk with the pistol.

"Liadan, get her warmed up...you and me are getting out of here."

Jakob stared at Merrin with unmasked hate. "And the rest of us are left for the creatures, is that how it works? Leave no witnesses? If no one's alive we can't reveal the shit you pulled back in the museum." Jakob tossed his weapons to the ground and walked over in front of Merrin, standing about three feeta away from him. "You cold-blooded, muredering bastard!" Jakob clenched his fists to hide the fact that his hands were shaking, he hoped to whatever God there might be that someone else would take advantage of him distracting Merrin. "You stand here and laugh at a child crying over his dead father. You're not the same as those creatures, you're worse." Jakob paused for breath. "At least those things won't stab you in the back."

Rikan's face grew dark with the blood that suddenly rushed to her head. Her eyes darkened, then seemed to electrify the air between her and Merrin. She had her blades extracted and ready to use.

"Merrin..." she growled deeply, her voice startling Jakob, who stepped aside to make some attempt at staying out of the crossfire that he thought was about to come.

"I'll fucking kill you, you fucking asshole!" she growled even more, rage growing in her face. She looked like an animal, a rabid animal with deadly claws to boot.

She looked even more dangerous than any man's worst nightmare, a woman on PMS...

Merrin raised his grenade launcher at her directly, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Rikan's upper lip snarled in her rage, yet Nathan's hand clasped gently on her shoulder, yet firmly. His voice reached into her mind.

"Not now Rikan...you'll get your chance..."

Somehow...she held herself from exploding toward Merrin and unleashing the hell that drove her nearly animalistic rage...

Ruben didn't want any part of this. This wasn't his fight. He couldn't care less about Merrin's sudden change of heart, he had done the same sort of thing to people before. People have their reasons.

Keeping the fully loaded FN-P90 within his grasp, Ruben slowly edged away from the group, moving silently whilst the others were distracted by Merrin's appearance and the heated words being exchanged.

Only a few more steps and he would be around the corner of secret lab bunker entrance and out of view of the others. Then he would find his own way out of here...

Merrin cackled at Jakob, he could kill the man if he wanted to. He shrugged and gave a twisted grin that matched the insanity in his eyes.

"What about your shit in the museum? Hmm...that little plot to kill me? I acted in self defense, and acted in the best interest of my men. And on another note....I care what you do....why? Because I don't give a shit...and know you won't make a move on me."

Merrin reacted quickly, leveling the M79 at Rikan as she screamed in his face. He laughed at her and looked up and down her body, his eyes hungery.

"You try and kill me....I pull this trigger....we all go up in smoke. Explosions and fuel don't exactly go well together. You know...I really, really want to fuck you, find a nice quiet place, you strip for me...and we get it on. All that rage...mmmmm....make things very interesting."

Rikan's eyes suddenly flashed red and she took a step forward, only to have Nathan put his hand on her shoulder again. She glared at Merrin and stepped back, her eyes burning red hot. Merrin looked at Nathan, and spat on his face.

"You really disappoint me. I expected better from you."

Merrin raised the Barretta and aimed it at Nathan. The barrel suddenly shifted and he fired. The bullet narrowly missing Ruben's head.

"Where do you think you are going? Get back here and drop the shit."

Ruben moved back, but simply slung the P90 around him, then made his hands visable. Merrin lowered the pistol, but kept it aimed at the group, his eyes scanned them, reading the anger and rage.

"Liadan, one last chance...get in the bird and you and I leave, or I get in it and I leave. The rest of you can be eaten."

At that moment, from the bowels of the base, they heard moaning...

Nathan wiped the spit off his face.

"F**k ass. You know Merrin, I defended you. I f**king defended you, because I thought that you were still with us! But you're not! You're a f**king f**k ass with an addiction to diazepam!!!"

Merrin looked at Nathan, a little surprised. Nathan grinned.

"Yeah, that's right you little s**t, I've known about your diazepam problem for quite some time. But being the good soldier I am, I didn't tell anyone. But boy oh boy, if you talk about Rikan like that ONCE more, I will come over there, and rip your f**king head off. And then if you're still alive, Rikan will slice you up, and we'll feed you to those creatures!"

At this point the moaning had got louder.

"Heh, better sooner than later eh Merrin?"

Nathan's hands curled around his Desert Eagles.

Merrin fired, the bullet hitting on of Nathan's holsters.

"Don't even try it you fuck."

The moaning got louder and Merrin grabbed Liadan by the arm and tossed her into the chopper. He also tossed in the briefcase.

"Warm the fucking thing up Liadan."

Merrin moved around the nose of the chopper, a jeep finally blew up behind him. He turned around for a second.

For the first time since getting back to base, he made a mistake.

Nathan immediately got both his Desert Eagles out, twirled them, and grinned. Using the right one, he aimed at Merrin.

"F**k you ..."

*BAM!*

The bullet shot through the air, and hit Merrin square in the right kneecap. Nathan grinned, and watched the outcome of what he just did.

Erik's anger at Merrin's betrayal suddenly flared up. Without thinking of what he was doing, he drew a pistol and quickly aimed and fired at the precise point in Merrin's knee that would suffer the most damage from a bullet. As as the bullet had fired, he re-aimed, this time for Merrin's hand, and fired again and finally at Merrin's cranium. He held his fire. "I'm sorry it had to come to this, but it's become pretty clear that something's wrong with your mind."

OOC: This is going to be sadistic. Those who are weak in heart or stomach are strongly urged to read past this post.

IC:
The explosion from Nathan's pistol started the chain of events. Just as he shot, Erik did so as well, shooting the same knee that only seconds before had been shot by Nathan.

Nathan turned to Rikan, "Now you--"

He never got to finish his statement as he watched Rikan explode from her position, running forward, leaping high and delivering a powerful kick to Merrin's backside. He snapped his body forward in shock and collapsed on the ground from his crawling position. His knee bled profusely from the dual bullets, and his hand did so as well. Merrin rolled over to see Rikan silhouetted against the sunlight. He saw the rage in her eyes, the omen of death so clearly displayed.

She planted a foot into his stomach, causing Merrin to curl up in pain.

"Hold him down boys." she commanded Nathan and Erik. They knew better than to disobey her at this moment. Moments later, both of Merrin's hands were literally staked into the ground by combat knives, courtesy of Nathan. Merrin screamed as the blades ripped brutally through flesh and bone and into the stone. His arms were splayed out and sitting in an ever growing puddle of crimson blood.

Rikan indicated that Nathan force Merrin's legs apart. Merrin, having felt this, looked down in horror as Rikan glanced at his face once more before slowly raising her two bracer blades into the air. They rose higher and higher until they hit their climax height and paused. But not for long.

The blades tore downward in scissor-like fashion and severed Merrin's crotch completely clean of all his accessories. Instantly dark blood stained his pants and gushed through the torn clothing. Merrin by this point had all but passed out in absolute inhumane pain. His voice rose in octave after octave as he wailed in pain.

Rikan stepped away and walked over to a small pile of burning material. She lifted one metal rod, twisted slightly and glowing on one end, the end that had been sitting in the firespot. Rikan eyed it momentarily and then turned back to her prey...

She strode closer and rammed the rod against Merrin's crotch. Instantly the smell of burning flesh and blood fouled the air so bad that she had to hold her breath. Merrin had begun slightly convulsing as his body went into shock.

"That's the second man I've done this sort of treatment to..."

She turned away and began walking toward the chopper, her work, finished.

"Let's get the fuck out of here girl." she beckoned to Liaden, who was beginning to recover from Merrin's rough throw. Rikan turned to the others,

"You coming?"

She squinted in the smoke and sunlight into the distance. The creatures were ambling slowly toward them, the smell of flesh and the sound of voices encouraging them along...

OOC: I warned you it would be sadistic...

Nathan grinned, and slapped Merrin on the face.

"I decided I won't rip your head off, but your zombie friends will..."

Grinning, Nathan got out his dagger, and stabbed Merrin in the shoulder. While miniscule compared to the pain he just endured, he wailed a bit. Pulling it out harshly, he ran over to the chopper. Jumping in, he ran into the cabin, sat in the pilot's chair, and warmed up the helicopter. The rotar blades began to spin...

Ruben couldn't really care about Merrin. He had been planning to launch a knife into the Colonel's neck but unfortunately he lost the oppurtunity as the pace picked up with firearms. Deciding not to get involved with his punishment, Ruben merely took hold of his P90 once again and kept an eye out for those creatures.

The screams from Merrin didn't phase him at all, he had been the cause of those kind of screams at an early point in his life. These days he prefered a clean kill and just to get it over with. Unloading a few clips into some of the emerging creatures, Ruben backed off towards the chopper. All he wanted to do was get out of there.

Hopefully these things weren't all over the world and just contained in the U.S. Ruben didn't have any patriotism for his nation and thought it would be best if the place was nuked to kill off all the creatures. Unloading a few more rounds, he finally reached the chopper and jumped inside.

"Let's go."

Nathan looked out the pit, and looked at Erik. He cursed, and rolled down a window.

"Move it soldier! I ain't leaving without you!"

Slightly sickened by what had just happened to Merrin, Jakob was alredy in the chopper sitting quietly in the back. "Damn," he thought, "that was pretty rough." He blinked. "I guess he deserved it though, after all, the creatures would've been just as brutal to us." As he leaned back inj his seat and glanced out the window, a feeling of exhaustion came over him, and he realized he hadn't slept since before the radio call was recieved. As he drifted away, he could see nothing out the window but sky and treetops, no sign of what surely lurked underneath. Still there had to be a place out there where people were still alive, they'd find them, somehow he was sure of that.

Merrin screamed and dropped his weapons as the bullets from Nathan and Jakob tore into his body. He crumpled to the ground and tried to grab the M-79, only to find Rikan over him, and knives pinning him down to the ground. He struggled, his eyes widening as he saw Rikan pulled out one of her blades. The pain in his hands and knee was unbearable; it was only made worse as Rikan began to cut off his balls.

Colin finally awoke from his crying and nearly had a heart attack as he saw the dark red pool of blood around Merrin’s groin. He couldn’t believe someone could be so vicious to another person; he pulled out his pistol and was going to give Merrin a quick death when he saw the creatures approaching.

He grabbed his gear and tossed it into the back of the chopper as Nathan and Liadan climbed into the cockpit and got the rotors turning. Colin watched Merrin crawl away, at least two dozen creatures after him, the chopper began to lift off, and several feet off the ground, he felt something grab his foot. He began to slide out of the chopper, screaming, and clawing for something to grab onto as the creature beneath was pulled up with them. Ruben and Erik reached forward and grabbed the youth’s wrists.

The chopper tilted towards the left as the creature swung madly in the air trying to pull itself up into the chopper, where the meat was. Colin kicked it as hard as he could with his free foot, the boot going into the skull, blood and brains covered the sole of the boot. The body went limp and Jakob pried it using the barrel of a M14, it fell and smacked into the seething mass below at one of the turrets.


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Merrin barely managed to stand, he tried to run, but his destroyed right leg gave under him. The leg bone shot out of the flesh, he screamed as he saw the first creature get near. Merrin managed to stand again and hobbled up the metal stairs towards one of the turrets. A hand grabbed his leg and Merrin screamed again as rotten teeth tore into the flesh. The creature pulled back, blood gushed from the wound as the jagged chunk of his calf was in the creature’s mouth.

Its hands held fiercely onto its prize and began to eat as more undead surged up the stairs, spurred on by the smell of warm blood. Merrin crawled, praying to God that he could spin one of the fifties around and blast the shit out of his pursuers. He got to the closest one and brought the gun to bear, just before he could press down on the trigger, nearly thirty creatures swarmed in.

Their hands tore into his stomach; Merrin’s intestines popped out and were grabbed immediately by the creatures. He screamed as they pulled the bloody rope foot by foot, more hands tore open the rest of his stomach, blood poured out of the massive hole, and Merrin screamed louder as the heads went down into the gap and began to rip and tear. Others broke open his chest, for the last minute of his life Merrin saw his beating heart, before it was ripped out, blood sprayed from the arteries like an uncontrolled water hose.

“Fuck you….”

Merrin gurgled as another creature tore into his neck, in a few short seconds, he was completely covered. Slowly, the mass began to break apart, leaving nothing but bones, blood soaked clothes and weapons. Each creature horded his take, devouring the warm flesh as quickly as they could. Their bloody hands began to paw at the sky as they saw the Black Hawk climb and disappear.

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Colin looked at the tired faces of everyone in the cabin of the Black Hawk; each person’s nerves were shot and needed rest. Nathan and Liadan were busy flying the chopper while everyone else tried to relax. Colin finished sliding the door shut and locked it. He looked around the duffel bag filled cabin floor and spotted his briefcase, a small smile cracked on his lips as he put his head back against the head rest.

Colin looked out the window at the passing forest below them, it was so peaceful. Something caught his eye and he observed a flight of Canadian Geese flying near to the chopper. He watched the flight move in perfect unison; they were oblivious to the carnage that happened below them. Their life was so simple, so peaceful…that is what Colin wanted more in the world than anything else, peace.

Smiling, the teen gently closed his eyes and feel into a deep, peaceful sleep.


OOC: okay, this is my last post for City of the Dead, I thank all of you for participating in this Rp, and I hope you all enjoyed it. I guess many would like to do an ending post for their character, so please post something so it can be wrapped up.

I thank you all again for a great time with this Rp.

Ruben sat back and finally relaxed. He kept hold of the P90 as he still didn't trust anyone within the chopper, but he was pretty confident that they were all too tired to bother killing him, that is assuming that they wanted to anyway. The screams of Merrin were drowned out by the rotor blades whirling around above him and so Ruben lay back and closed his eyes.

He didn't know what would happen now. His life in America was over. He didn't have anywhere else in particular to go, he'd never left the U.S. in his life. Besides the gear on his person, Ruben owned nothing. Perhaps his money could be salvaged with the help of a clever computer technician, that could help.

There were many other nations out there, nations filled with people to be exploited. Ruben smiled at the thought of what the future may bring...

Nathan looked out the pit, and looked at Erik. He cursed, and rolled down a window.

"Move it soldier! I ain't leaving without you!"

Feeling exhausted, Erik barely managed to haul himself into the chopper as it lifted off the ground. Somehow, through all of this, he'd managed to survive. When all this business began, he had early on discounted hope of making it out alive. Yet here he was. On his way to who knew where. "I wonder where we're going" he said aloud, not knowing that he said it. He was really to care if everyone heard him think. Hopefully they would head somewhere more rural. Looking down on the scene of the creatures pursuing Merrin to his death, Erik said "He should have eased up on the pill popping."

Rikan looked down at her blood covered boots and pant legs. It was Merrin's blood, still fresh on her clothing. She leaned her head back against the seat, closing her eyes for the first time in thirty one hours.

She opened an eye and looked sideways and down to Nathan's hand resting on his leg. She took his hand and clenched it softly, her eyes closed once more as she made some attempt to gain precious sleep...

Nathan turned to Rikan, and smiled.

They'd made it. And not just the motely crew on the helicopter itself, but him and Rikan. Sighing, he move the helicopter away from the Fort. He'd left many things behind, but gained so many in the process...

"I wonder where we're going..." he heard Erik say out loud. Nathan grinned.

"Somewhere safe." He responded, with a sly grin...





THE END?