NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC here. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=11289730&posted=1#post11289730)

April 6th, 2008

"...The Nobel Commitee is proud to present Stewart Hopkins and Gregory Jenkins the Prize for Medicine for their discovery of the genetic coding of the Human -Varried Autoimmune Symptoms Virus."

Present Day:

They made a stupid mistake...they tried to weaponize it. H-VAS, Human-Varied Autoimmune Symptoms Virus, was the most deadly disease ever to present itself to the human race, and they tried to weaponize it. The stupid bastards, they had no idea what they were getting themselves into. They succeeded anyway, more than they had ever dreamed. And to think the men who made it possible were heralded as geniuses. Still, they're not entirely to blame. It was the Palestinian Jihad that released it in Israel... they didn't realize how virulent it was.

Within two days of the biological attack by those stupid fucking Jihadists, 99.998% of Tel-Aviv was dead. It didn't stop there either...

March 14th, 2010

"...The Center for Disease Control announced today that it was making progress in the effort to contain the H-VAS outbreak in the Middle East..."

March 23rd, 2010

"...Despite the best attempts of the World Heath Organization, the quarantine has been ineffective. Cases of H-VAS have been diagnosed in Shanghai, Hong Kong, Beijing, Paris, Tokyo, and Los Angeles. The Center for Disease Control advises individuals to be on the lookout for symptoms, which are characerized as Flu-like in addition to transparency of the skin, and inflamed veins and arteries..."

March 26th, 2010

"...The Center for Disease Control has released a statement verifying the concerns of the medical community, H-VAS has been detected in most major world cities. Congress has ordered the emergency closing of all government facilities including schools. The CDC advises that families stay inside and avoid contact with others for the next few days..."

Present Day

The 99.9% deathrate would have been managable... if they had stayed dead. It turns out that after H-VAS kills you, it starts to rebuild.

May 9th, 2010

"...Hordes of the "zombies", as I'm forced to call them, are now in control of the streets. There's no military left to fight them. I can see them through the window of the station. I think they know I'm here... Oh God... please someone help me!..."

"This is KZZW, we are experiencing technical difficulties. We will resume our broadcast as soon as possible."

Present Day

The H-VAS, or Mortis Strain as the few survivors have begun to call it changed the physiological and neurological wiring of the human body. The "zombies" became protein processing machines. They served as little virus factories forming more of the tiny parasites. In order to maintain that production though, they had to have a near constant supply of food. The only thing left to eat were people...

I've been listening to my shortwave, and there's going to be a meeting at a church about 50 miles north of here. From what I can tell, there are only about 12 survivors in the nearby area. We've decided that it makes the most sense to band together. Safety in numbers, you know.

It's good to hear other people again though. I haven't seen a living soul since August, and I am definitely in need of some company. I was afraid I'd gone mad a few times... maybe I have. Who knows? Still, I'm going... I even have a little hope for the future now...

Where the hell am I, I thought as I woke up. I looked around.... nothing. There was nothing, not another single soul. I picked up my pocket knife. Looked around, and saw that my car was still intact. I fiddled around in my pockets and found my keys. All of a sudden, I saw a pair of headlights coming towards me. I flagged down the Driver and asked his name he replied "Stanley is the name, and yourself"

"My name is Percy Thomson, you survived all of this too?"

"Unfountunatly, cmon theirs a meeting of the survivours in a church up the road" he said.

and with that, I got in my car and followed Stanley.

ooc: that was an RP faux-pas...you shouldn't RP other character's actions unless you've discussed it with that character's player...

Aidan had been passing through on his way out to the mid-west from Maine when he heard the call over the radio.

Maybe I should go take a look, might be able to be of some use. He thought as he revved his bike.

He stopped on his way as he reached an old gun shop.

Time to get some more .30-06 rounds for G-Pa's old gun.

He walked up to the door and planted a kick on the lock, breaking in. His M1 swung up, ready incase any zombies where lurking inside.

If no one is here, I am gonna head straight to that church. It'll be good to see a House of God again.

Aidan had been passing through on his way out to the mid-west from Maine when he heard the call over the radio.

Maybe I should go take a look, might be able to be of some use. He thought as he revved his bike.

He stopped on his way as he reached an old gun shop.

Time to get some more .30-06 rounds for G-Pa's old gun.

He walked up to the door and planted a kick on the lock, breaking in. His M1 swung up, ready incase any zombies where lurking inside.

If no one is here, I am gonna head straight to that church. It'll be good to see a House of God again.

OOC: going to assume there are no Zombies here, and have him enter

As Aidan entered, he looked around, shotguns still sat on the walls in some places, while bolt actions and semi-autos hung in place, while any weapon that looked like it could possibly be transformed into a full auto/burst weapn was gone.

"Idiots," Aidan mutterd, "Only head shots 'll kill them"

Aidan procedeed toward the counter where the ammo was located, and grabbed a couple boxes of M-1 ammo.

Sweet, thirty, more shots Aidan thought as he looked at the number of rounds in the boxes.

He pocketed them and grabbed a couple boxes of Shotgun shells, all of them for twelve gauges, with the highest shot quantity. after he gathered up five boxes, he grabbed a pump action, and the tightest choke he could find.

As he was getting ready to leave, he spotted a .22 rimfire.

That could be useful if there are any younger kids in the group he thought and grabbed it.

HE slung them opver his shoulder and exited the building, M-1 at the ready.

Stan eyed the young man over. He seemed competent enough, and had to be if he had survived this long.

"The church is still about 20 miles off. I need to pick up some gas on the way. It'll be good to have somebody to watch my back... Anyway, let's go."

He followed the trail of footsteps and tyre tracks that marked a few peoples progression towards the church, to his best estimation, he wasn't far off.

He'd heard the radio broadcast where he had last been staying and had intended to ignore it, these meatings meant one of two things usually, a group of bandits trying to steal supplies or a larger than normal horde of zombies looking for a snack. But, he had been forced to leave in a hurry and left a few things behind, the car he had 'borrowed' had ran out of gas a mile or two ago, he had ditched the zombies a long while before that.

Pausing to lean on his 'staff' he and push the hair back from his eyes he looked around, hoping that one of the other survivors heading to this meeting would drive past and be kind enough to give him a lift.

Kara had been heating a can of beans on a BBQ, one of the only ways to cook food without a noticeabke fire that remained anymore thanks to the Outbreak, whilst fiddling with a CB radio to hopefully find another person.

Hearing the sound of some people talking about a church she knew of, she decided to head over, but not to just barge in as they sounded all male, and she'd had to fight off a lunatic who'd seen her as a peice of ass and nothing else and was thus slightly paranoid of guys in general.

Slowing down, Stan eased his gun out its holster. There was a man walking along the roadside up ahead, and he didn't want to take any chances in case he was 'infected'.

Stepping from the driver's seat, Stan stood about fifteen feet behind the stranger. "Need a lift buddy?"

Glancing back at the man that had driven up, he simply replied, "It would help."
He began to approach, then noticed the gun the man was holding, he laughed, "If you don't intend to rob me, you won't be needing that. The names, Mark, and yours?"

OOC: going to assume there are no Zombies here, and have him enter

As Aidan entered, he looked around, shotguns still sat on the walls in some places, while bolt actions and semi-autos hung in place, while any weapon that looked like it could possibly be transformed into a full auto/burst weapn was gone.

"Idiots," Aidan mutterd, "Only head shots 'll kill them"

Aidan procedeed toward the counter where the ammo was located, and grabbed a couple boxes of M-1 ammo.

Sweet, thirty, more shots Aidan thought as he looked at the number of rounds in the boxes.

He pocketed them and grabbed a couple boxes of Shotgun shells, all of them for twelve gauges, with the highest shot quantity. after he gathered up five boxes, he grabbed a pump action, and the tightest choke he could find.

As he was getting ready to leave, he spotted a .22 rimfire.

That could be useful if there are any younger kids in the group he thought and grabbed it.

HE slung them opver his shoulder and exited the building, M-1 at the ready.

OOC: TAP, hope you don't mind me RP'ing our meeting, but they have no radios, so they need to meet him to find out aboput the church thing

IC
Damien sat in the driver's seat as he drove along the highway. As he neared a town, Alina cocked the rifle.

They slowed when they saw the motorcycle on the side of the road, and came to a stop a distance away, just as Aidan was coming out.

"Hellooooo there," Alina called, "Any idea where we can find some shelter?"

"My name's Stan," he said as he returned the gun to its holster, "The gun was more in case you were a creep, but seeing as you can think and talk, you're right I won't be needing the gun. Hop on in."

Stan returned to his truck, unlocked the passenger door, and turned the ignition.

OOC: TAP, hope you don't mind me RP'ing our meeting, but they have no radios, so they need to meet him to find out aboput the church thing

IC
Damien sat in the driver's seat as he drove along the highway. As he neared a town, Alina cocked the rifle.

They slowed when they saw the motorcycle on the side of the road, and came to a stop a distance away, just as Aidan was coming out.

"Hellooooo there," Alina called, "Any idea where we can find some shelter?"

"Yeah, there is a church meeting a ways from here, come on, follow me."

Aidan stowed his scavenged weapons and ammo on the back of his bike, and gunned it into action.

He revved it and powered down the road toward the church, arriving as the others started to appear.

He dismounted, wearing his leather jacket and pants (Hard to bite through:p ), and took off his helmet. He reached back and grabbed his quiver and bow, strapping them on. In the bottom of the quiver was a thing of Fire of Nathos, a substance that cathes fire upon contact with H2O. He then grabbed his M-1, and walked in, taking up a position near the center of the church.

"Thanks" he said as he walked round to the passenger door and hopped into the car. After adjusting himself into a more comfortable position he looked at Stan, "I take it your going to this church meeting?"

"Yeah, there is a church meeting a ways from here, come on, follow me."

Aidan stowed his scavenged weapons and ammo on the back of his bike, and gunned it into action.

He revved it and powered down the road toward the church, arriving as the others started to appear.

"Cool, sounds good." Damien responded, and drove down the road, following the man on his bike.

They arrived at the church shortly after Aidan, getting out.

Damien probablly look intimidating, with his BDU pants, Skull and crossbone T-Shirt, and double bandoleers with ammo belt full of .444 rounds and repeater, not to mention all the smithy and carpentry tools haanging off his belt. As he walked, a slight swish-shink could be heard as his shark suit moved under his clothes. He took up a position near the door.

His wife stepped out in grassland camo, and her rifle in her hand. She looked every bit the Marine Sniper Captain, thanks to the captains' rank markings on her shoulder. She took up a position near Aidan, recognising him as a survivalist.

"Thanks" he said as he walked round to the passenger door and hopped into the car. After adjusting himself into a more comfortable position he looked at Stan, "I take it your going to this church meeting?"

Stan nodded, his eyes on the road. "I couldn't take hiding alone anymore; I needed some companionship."

Stan nodded, his eyes on the road. "I couldn't take hiding alone anymore; I needed some companionship."

"I do what i need to do too survive, unfortunately i had to leave most of my supplies behind when zombies attacked my last hiding place, so whether i like it or not, i need some help." He took out his sawn-off, checked the shells and began cleaning some dust out of the barrel. He anticipated trouble.

"Oh christ, what the hell am I doing still walking? I have this gun right here, I killed so many with it already, why not myself?" I'd started talking to myself three days ago, after my friend, Tom, the wolf had stopped following me. Never figured out why he latched onto me, but I assume because I was the only human not trying to eat him.

Together he (I assume it was a he) and I had crossed probably almost two hundred miles on foot. We stopped at night and I talked to him, about Sarah and Teddy, about my parents, about what humanity meant. I was beginning to think that he understood it all better than I did; when one night, three nights ago, he ran off and I haven't seen him since. Come to think of it, I wasn't even sure there were wolves on this trail, I was always so damn worried about bears.

I pulled out my tobacco pouch, and rolled a cigarette using a page from the Bible. I'd pulled the fresh tobacco and the bible off of some zombie looking hill-billy I'd killed a week ago with the help of old Tom and a rail road spike. I've been trying to save my rounds for the PPK, in case the bears attacked. Ironically I'd seen no bears since I started hiking, only insane hill billies. The same hill billies that came and attacked us that night.

Sarah had been sleeping next to me, and Teddy in the tent next to ours. I had woken up to hear feet , human feet rustling the plants outside our camp. It had been the predawn hours and I'd grabbed the gun and loaded the chamber, the click had made a pause in the feet. I heard Teddy's tent unzip, and I'd assumed that he'd woken and was getting ready to defend himself, then I heard him scream, the kind of scream that you never forget (the kind I still dream about). I leapt from my tent, after unzipping the fly. I shot the first thing I saw, and it charged me. I'd never seen something move so fast. I'd called for my grandfather (10 years dead), a full blooded Cherokee, to help me, and thats when Tom had first emerged from the bushes behind me. He tackled a hill billy on my left rear flank and dragged him to the ground, I'd heard bones crack and then I pulled the trigger again. I'd been aiming for the hillbilly in front of me's chest, but improper shooting had made the bullet hit him in the head. The hill billy went down.

Then I heard it. The sound that makes me cry when I wake, and the sound that makes me wake in the night sweating, the sound of Sarah screaming. Tom bounded into my tent, and I screamed against him, but when I saw him again, he pulled another hill billy from the tent by his head and shook it until the neck snapped and the stranger was still. I saw the sun's first ebb over the horizon and ran to Sarah. No pulse, no breathing, I began CPR, no luck. Tom sat and watched Teddy.

I knew the fight for her life was over. I walked to Teddy's backpack and pulled his folding shovel. I dug Sarah's grave; deep enough so that no animal could reclaim her from the earth. I buried her.

It was after four in the afternoon by the time I'd finished digging Teddy's grave. Tom had brought three rabbits and laid them at my feet. I'd cooked them, and ate two, Tom ate the third and disappeared to hunt again. Then I heard a sound from Teddy's tent, where he still lay. I ran over, to see him sitting up.

No words, only a mindless stare into my eyes. I felt the gun on my hip still, and felt reassured. He'd risen and continued to stare at me. I backed up two steps, he'd cleared the tent and walked towards me. I backed up further. He charged me. I'd pulled my gun. He cleared the eight feet between us, in a bound. I'd emptied all seven shots into his chest in a panic. He knocked me down. I'd kicked him off and he rolled. I slammed another clip into my gun and shot up. I aimed directly for his head as he threw himself up. I shot him twice through the head. I collapsed into tears and threw up all over my knees.

Tom returned with a possum. He saw me in tears. He dropped the possum and walked to me and forced his head under my arm. He'd pushed at my face with his muzzle. I'd wrapped both arms around him and cried.

Now here I am, the only friend I have left has disappeared. All I have left is this gun. And this cigarette.

"What the fuck was that?"

I think I saw a man run toward that church. I come up around the back of the church and draw my gun. I approach the door around the corner, and the door opens quickly.

Too fast! The door hits me directly in the nose and I go down.

Stan shrugged, "I guess... I could've stayed in the bomb shelter I had back home, but sometimes survival just isn't enough."

Stan shrugged, "I guess... I could've stayed in the bomb shelter I had back home, but sometimes survival just isn't enough."

Mark just grunted and finsihed cleaning his gun.

Father Charles O'Betts looks at the young man who he had just cold-cocked with the door. Poor soul, he thought, better get him inside. He pulled the stranger inside and managed to lift him up unto one of the pews that he had converted into beds in the makeshift shelter that had once been Our Lady of Davenport Catholic Church.

After covering the young man up, he went and got a cold compress from the small freezer he was running off the small generator that the National Guard had left him with several weeks after the outbreak. He'd heard word of certain areas still having power, but Davenport was not amongst them.

Returning to the man's side, he laid the compress across the man's forehead. He felt sorry for hitting the man, but it had been time for the weekly gas run, and the man had been unlucky enough to catch him in one of the few times when the priest rushed. He hated leaving the church and venturing out into the wasteland that had once been his city. The only thing he hated more than that though was being forced to dispatch former parishioners in his hunt for supplies that he could give the occaisonal vagrants who passed through on their searches for friends, family, a leader, salvation. They all seemed to be wandering looking for a purpose. He was contented in having found his own.

Returning to the alter where he had set up the equipment he had "borrowed" from the Christian Rock Station next door, he said a prayer for the young man, and wished him a speedy recovery.

Kara had taken a spot by a tree to watch the people in the church. She wasn't about to just walk in and let the various men she'd noticed have thier way with her.

As it was, they way she'd seen things, woman had survived in far fewer numbers than men, which lead her to think it would mean one of two things, that women would become servile broodmares or regal broodmares, and she wasn't too thrilled with either option.

ooc: Arrkendommer post in the ooc, and if it wouldn't be too much to ask, could you RP a woman?

"I am still alive," I whispered to myself, "fuck."

I sat up quickly and looked around. Rows of pews on all sides. "Fuck, I haven't been in one these in years."

I check through my backpack, which is beside the pew. Its intact. The scotch is still okay. Sarah would kill me if I drank it without her.

I begin to cry again. I stand up and walk back to the church's kitchen. The generator seems to be running, I notice, as the refridgerator is still running. I'm starving.

"Please let their be some ham in here," reminding me of when Teddy had killed the boar on the trail.

I open the door, and thank humanity, there is the best thing that has ever been known to the world: Bass Ale, cold.

At least thirty of them, whoever had saved me must have had good taste. Then I see it.

Better than ham, better than steak.

Bacon. Obviously left over, in plastic wrap. I open it and eat every bit of it.

I return to the pew and drink my Bass and realize how long its been since I had a good beer.

Three Bass later, I pass out on my pew.

ooc: I didn't see that, nevermind, I'm just a stupid n00b.

Kara had taken a spot by a tree to watch the people in the church. She wasn't about to just walk in and let the various men she'd noticed have thier way with her.

As it was, they way she'd seen things, woman had survived in far fewer numbers than men, which lead her to think it would mean one of two things, that women would become servile broodmares or regal broodmares, and she wasn't too thrilled with either option.


Aidan looked out at the young woman through the church windows, and noticed her reluctance to come inside.

She looks nervous, time to play the role of leader.

Aidan made his way back out the door and towards Kara, M-1 lowered.

"Hi, name's Aidan, what's yours?"

As he asked, his necklace dropped into view, showing a small crucifix.

Sitting at the front of the church with his transmission equipment laid out before him like a great electric organ, Father O'Betts delivered his weekly sermon. He wasn't sure how many people were left, but he thought that those who had survived needed to hear a reassuring friendly voice. He spoke with hope for the future, and again called the survivors to his church.

He was so engrossed that he didn't notice the now drunken man moving throughout the church behind him.

Sitting at the front of the church with his transmission equipment laid out before him like a great electric organ, Father O'Betts delivered his weekly sermon. He wasn't sure how many people were left, but he thought that those who had survived needed to hear a reassuring friendly voice. He spoke with hope for the future, and again called the survivors to his church.

He was so engrossed that he didn't notice the now drunken man moving throughout the church behind him.

As Father O'Betts finished his sermon, Damien walked up to him, hand extended.

"Hello Father, I am Damien Jaeger, Blacksmith, good to meet you. Any Idea what you are going to do once everyone around here arrives?"

Waking to the soft words, I wasn't sure how long I had slept. I wanted another cigarette. I pulled the pouch and Bible from my bag and tore out part of Genesis, to roll my tobacco with.

Rolled and in my mouth, I lit the cigarette before even looking at the pulpit. I, looked at the pulpit and saw two men shaking hands, spit the cigarette from my mouth and coughed. Picking it back up I took a long drag and approached the pulpit. "Hello?"

Kara hand strayed to her blade, before receiving a 'flash' that seemed to indicate he wasn't out to harm her, at least in the short run. She shook her head slightly, as the 'flashs' had seemed to start after recovering from the illness. They came sporadically and she never knew when they'd come but they had saved her life on more than one occasion.

"My name's Kara." She replied cautiously.

The priest smiled at the two men, "Nice to meet you, my name is Charles, Charles O'Betts."

He looked at the cigarette the young man he had knocked out with the door was smoking, and asked, "Is that Genesis you're smoking?"

Kara hand strayed to her blade, before receiving a 'flash' that seemed to indicate he wasn't out to harm her, at least in the short run. She shook her head slightly, as the 'flashs' had seemed to start after recovering from the illness. They came sporadically and she never knew when they'd come but they had saved her life on more than one occasion.

"My name's Kara." She replied cautiously.

"It's nice to meet you Kara," Aidan eyed the landscape wearily, looking for any roving zombie.

"You know that it isn't safe out here, hell, it isn't that much safer inside, but it is safer. Do you want to go in?"

Aidan smiled at her re-assuringly, "If your worried about any kind of freaks trying to do anything, there is a Marine Captain in there, and I know she and her husband would be willing to help look after you, in fact..."

He unslung the .22 rimfire off his shoulder, and handed it to her.

"I know it doesn't look like much, but it will stop some one."

I approached the building 200 trots behind the biped that called himself Harrison. After the smell of living biped I'd decided to leave until I was needed. I took shelter in the treeline behind the structure. Even since I had heard that cry, "Grandfather, please help me!" I had attained some new level of ability in my mind. I was still what I was before, but now I understood so much more.

Visions of bipeds clogged my mind anytime I let my new found mind wander. Tiny bipeds being born, frail bipeds closing their eyes while others leaked from their eyes.

All I know now is that this biped is the only one that I can help, the others are all ready to attack me. When the biped known as Harrison was hit on the head and fell, I ran to help him and to kill whatever was dragging him into the building. But the door slammed shut and I had no choice but to sniff the air for the scent of death.

No scent so far from inside the structure, I will wait here in the treeline until then to kill anything that would harm the biped Harrison.

"They could be fellow perverts, this could be a trap." She replied, still paranoid of men in general due to the actions of a few survivors. "And that could be unloaded."

The fact that she had a far more powerful pistol, at least at distance, she choose not to mention as she took the pistol, but kept him at arms length.

"Oh! I'm sorry father!" I replied, "I mean no disrespect. It's just that its all I had as far as paper."

I hung my head, feeling shame despite my atheism.

The priest smiled at the two men, "Nice to meet you, my name is Charles, Charles O'Betts."

He looked at the cigarette the young man he had knocked out with the door was smoking, and asked, "Is that Genesis you're smoking?"

"I was wondering, do you have any plans other than gathering people here. This area of the country is highly populated, and we should start planning to head off to the midwest. This is a bad event, and If my guess is right, the vast majority of the population are now zombies, so we need to head to a lightly populated area."

"It's nice to meet you Kara," Aidan eyed the landscape wearily, looking for any roving zombie.

"You know that it isn't safe out here, hell, it isn't that much safer inside, but it is safer. Do you want to go in?"

Aidan smiled at her re-assuringly, "If your worried about any kind of freaks trying to do anything, there is a Marine Captain in there, and I know she and her husband would be willing to help look after you, in fact..."

He unslung the .22 rimfire off his shoulder, and handed it to her.

"I know it doesn't look like much, but it will stop some one."

Cpt. Alina walked over to the two of them, and turned to Kara, "Is this guy bothering you? If you want, I can get rid of him"

"The old good cop, good cop routine." She muttered as she drew her blade, it wavering between the two. She was getting paranoid after so much time without people, to be around so many was unsettling to say the least, especially the males she could see wandering inside the church.

"They could be fellow perverts, this could be a trap." She replied, still paranoid of men in general due to the actions of a few survivors. "And that could be unloaded."

The fact that she had a far more powerful pistol, at least at distance, she choose not to mention as she took the pistol, but kept him at arms length.

OOC: it is a .22 rimfire rifle, and they are always better than handguns, as handguns are highly inacurrate (personal experience)

IC
"Please, don't insult me, I follow the code of chivalry, and that wouldn't let me harm you or allow you to come to harm, and yes, that rifle is loaded, I wouldn't give an unloaded rifle to a young woman if I thought that there where pervs in the area."

Aidan turned as the Captain aproached, "Hello Captain, glad to see that you two made it here safe."

Looking out the window, Harrison see's some commotion and goes to get another beer.

"No need getting involved until necessary."

Sarah wouldn't approve. He started to cry again.

OOC: I'll take over RPing the Priest while Regenius is gone.

"I am the father of this church, and I can quite assure you that no one here means you any harm, none of them have shown any aggression toward us, as living humans yet, and I don't think they will."

"The code of chivalry was a joke." She growled, "It was a fanciful notion by the people of the romance era."

ooc: the Gyrojet is not a traditional pistol(it's a very sweet micro-rocketlauncher pistol)

"The code of chivalry was a joke." She growled, "It was a fanciful notion by the people of the romance era."

OOC: The Priest:

The father rushed outside to confront the struggles overwhelming his still remaining children. Addressing the young woman:

"My child, please, we are all struggling with the events of the past, but you must eventually find trust."

I return with my beer, to see the unintroduced woman pointing her gun at the other people there, the priest just said something I didn't hear, outside of the door, I lay back again to catch some sleep.

ooc: Well, nobody protested so I'm joining up

Frank could just make out the church, a few kilometres away. A week ago the Whispers had gifted him with a snatch of radio conversation, survivors were meeting at a church. Frank's heart had soared at the prospect of human contact. But more importantly, the whispers said that the Cure was that way, and had encouraged Frank by telling him that the no Rotten One could stand in his way.

He readjusted his pack as he reached the church grounds
"Anybody home!" Yes, good Frank, they must not know how you came to discover them, they will fear us and the gift we have given you. Hide us! Protect us! And watch them, always watch them...

"You! Don't move!" Edric Sloan called, pointing his Thompson submachinegun at a musclebound man, who was aproaching a church. "Drop everything, and state who you are."

"Whoa! We-- I am Frank Morris... I saw light and I figured I'd check it out..." Frank dropped his hammer, the sight of the gore-caked weapon must have bothered the guy. He then slouched off his pack slowly. Then the Whispers spoke: This one is blind, he is our friend, you are safe Frank.

I saw a man approach the structure. I trotted slowly toward him and he didn't seem to hear me. He seemed transfixed on something else. As I approached him to kill him, I heard a yell from the field. I retreat back to the treeline.

Upon returning I perk my ears to hear everything that happens around me.

Frank gasped, the Whispers were in an uproar, a thousand voices bombarded him. The Cure, the Cure, it is near you, so near Frank, turn to it! Find it! Frank cried out and collapsed as blood began to trickle from his nose.

"This is getting ridiculous." Sloan muttered to himself, heading over to search the body.

Harrison sat up as he heard some more yelling.

He drank his beer as he saw the man that called himself Frank collapse.

Strange one he is, he thought, must keep him in mind.

"The code of chivalry was a joke." She growled, "It was a fanciful notion by the people of the romance era."

ooc: the Gyrojet is not a traditional pistol(it's a very sweet micro-rocketlauncher pistol)

"Ahhh, but I feel that it is how men where truly meant to live, I have followed it my entire life, to the spirit and the letter. I have always tried to live the way King Arthur would feel his knight's should act. If you don't believe me, take a shot, you will see that I am telling the truth."

OOC: Reformed Salt, uhhhh, these events are taking place OUTSIDE the church, and yes, I object to you taking over as the priest, that is Regie's character, and you should not just take him over, it could get you banned, so, therefore, please delete your posts. And morrium, please wait until Regie has added you to it on the OOC thread.

"This might be useful." Sloan decided, taking a hunting knife off the body.

Frank was outside himself, he saw the blind man picking through his things, he saw the Drinking Man, watching him. The whispers had calmed So close Frank, but the Cure is not man, beware Frank, your Messiah does not know his purpose, you must prove yourself to him. With a sharp intake of breath Frank opened his eyes, he was back inside his body, the man that had stopped him was nearby fiddling with the clasp on Frank's pack. Frank sat up turned to the gunman and spoke: "So now that you know who I am, can I ask who you are? And why you have my knife?"

"Hell no." She snapped at the man offering her beer. "If I shoot it, if it's loaded then it's a waste." She added to the man who'd given her the gun.

Frank was outside himself, he saw the blind man picking through his things, he saw the Drinking Man, watching him. The whispers had calmed So close Frank, but the Cure is not man, beware Frank, your Messiah does not know his purpose, you must prove yourself to him. With a sharp intake of breath Frank opened his eyes, he was back inside his body, the man that had stopped him was nearby fiddling with the clasp on Frank's pack. Frank sat up turned to the gunman and spoke: "So now that you know who I am, can I ask who you are?"
"I don't know who you are." Sloan said rais his gun. "And you're still alive?

"This might be useful." Sloan decided, taking a hunting knife off the body.

"Hey, stop that," Damien called with both his mind and his voice.

"Leave him alone."

HE ran out there, splitting axe in hand.

"Hey, stop that," Damien called with both his mind and his voice.

"Leave him alone."

HE ran out there, splitting axe in hand.
"More of you nuts!?!" Sloan screeched, firing a burst at an axeman.

"Hell no." She snapped at the man offering her beer. "If I shoot it, if it's loaded then it's a waste." She added to the man who'd given her the gun.

Cpt Alina didn't like all the people presuring the young girl, "All of you back off, leave her alone."

"Sorry about that, but I can sense that Aidan is just trying to be helpful, and that gun is loaded, I can read his mind, and he is offended by what you have said. By the way, I am Captain Alina Jaeger of the USMC Sniper Corps, My husband is over there, his name is Damien."

"More of you nuts!?!" Sloan screeched, firing a burst at an axeman.

The bullets hit the shark suit he was wearing and failed to penetrate, though it did force him backwards a couple steps into the church.

"Ooowwwww, that hurt," he looked down and tore his shirt apart along the center of the skull, revealing the steel mesh suit he was wearing underneath, "Good, nothing major, now leave that guy alone, as long as we are alive, we need to work together...and if you don't lower your wepaon, my wife will put a bullet through your brains."

Behind Sloan, Cpt. Alina was aiming her bolt action right at the man's head.

Great, gun nuts and just plain nuts. She thought as she listened to the woman calling herself Alina. "In case it didn't register, there is no United States anymore, and thus there can't be a United States Marine Corp." She commented to the jarhead.

Great, gun nuts and just plain nuts. She thought as she listened to the woman calling herself Alina. "In case it didn't register, there is no United States anymore, and thus there can't be a United States Marine Corp." She commented to the jarhead.

Alina smiled at the comment, refusing to leave her scope, "Once a marine, always a marine. Besides, I am still the best shooter here, so."

"Why the hell should I trust you?" Sloan asked, keeping his gun raised. "Besides, Marines aren't supposed to attack civilians."

Frank's world slowed down. Through a red haze the Whispers spat advice. Tear him, he will do oyu harm, crush his skull, grind his flesh! Frank saw in slow motion the man running to his aid Stop the blind one, take hold of his weapon, do not let him harm another! As if in a dream he saw his limbs move faster than he thought possible, in a blur he turned the Thompson aside. With is other hand he clutched the throat of the blind man. Channelling the Whispers he spoke with the voice of millions: "Save your hate for the Rotten Ones Edric, we must not harm each other, only the abyss lies down that path. At that Frank found himself suddenly holding a gun and a man's throat. releasing both he asked "What just happened?"

Frank's world slowed down. Through a red haze the Whispers spat advice. Tear him, he will do oyu harm, crush his skull, grind his flesh! Frank saw in slow motion the man running to his aid Stop the blind one, take hold of his weapon, do not let him harm another! As if in a dream he saw his limbs move faster than he thought possible, in a blur he turned the Thompson aside, scattering the shots fired at the axe-man. With is other hand he clutched the throat of the blind man. Channelling the Whispers he spoke with the voice of millions: "Save your hate for the Rotten Ones Edric, we must not harm each other, only the abyss lies down that path. At that Frank found himself suddenly holding a gun and a man's throat. releasing both he asked "What just happened?"

"No idea." Sloan said, seizing his gun, and seizing the moment to escape.

As the accumulated nuts began trying to kill each other, Kara made a retreat post haste, returning to a tree house she'd lugged a number of supplied that was highly defendable by the Infected.

"1. Aidan, that guy over there, trusts me and my wife. 2. I don't want to hurt anyone if I don't have to. 3. If we are to survive, we will need a blacksmith and a carpenter once we reach some place outside of the East Coast. and 4. keep firing, and the Living-Dead will be on us by droves. I only came over here because I saw you attack that man."
Turninga around, Sloan said, "1. That guy looked dead. 2. Then what's with the jingoism?" 3. I know people who fit those roles. 4. They're slow."

"No idea." Sloan said, seizing his gun, and seizing the moment to escape.

<Alina, stop him!> Damien called out with his mind.

She did as he asked, firing a bullet through his leg.

"Let's get this lunatic inside." She said, "Everyone Inside, those Z-beasts are going to be flocking here after all this gunfire."

As she headed up to her tree house sanctuary, she noticed a BFW which she headed down, grabbed and returned to her ascent to the top of the large tree holding her fort.

As the accumulated nuts began trying to kill each other, Kara made a retreat post haste, returning to a tree house she'd lugged a number of supplied that was highly defendable by the Infected.

"Kara, wait!" Aidan called as she ran off.

"Great, just great. You guys realize no one will survive out here on their own right. Thanks to you," he said, pointing at the man Alina had just shot, "she is now essentially dead. Real nice job freak."

He too retreated inside, weapons raised.

"You people aren't very curtious." Sloan declared, firing a shot into the female marine's jaw.

"You people aren't very curtious." Sloan declered, firing a shot into the female marine's jaw.

OOC: dude, you just got shot through the leg by a .45 cal bullet, you won't be able to aim or anything, just sit and moan.

Following the people into the church, Frank puzzled over the fragmented memories of what had happened. Pictures of his intervention floated through his consciousness. The voices were confused, These people, they are varied in their motivation, be careful, and make haste finding the Cure. Frank wondered just how much the Whispers knew, and what they were.

OOC: dude, you just got shot through the leg by a .45 cal bullet, you won't be able to aim or anything, just sit and moan.
OOC And you wouldn't be able to hit the leg off a man running through a church yard. It was freak luck it got the jaw, anyway.

OOC:so now people are in the church? took you long enough! :p

IC:

The ruckus shocked him to his feet. "Christ who the hell are all of you?"

His feet shuffled to keep himself stable through the beer haze. No answer at first. But he knew he appeared non threatening.

He had seen them outside, and over heard some of the conversation, but still knew nothing of them.

Kara utilized the wrench to bolt the trapdoor to the tree house she was hold up in shut, after hulling up the ladder. While there was still the other ladder consisting of boards hammered into the wood, the chances of an Infected being able to get at her was next to nil.

If the others, especially the jarhead tried to follow or find her, it would be easy as she had left a noticable trail.

Crawling over to a tree, Sloan took a a breifcase, a carpetbag, ang jet walkingsick, with a silver handle and a emerald tip, out from behind it. Dragging the bags and the gun, he used the cane to limp towards the church.

Waking up to all the racket. He grabbed his pocket knife and looked around. He was in a secluded room, he walked out towards the courtyard, and he saw the blood, he was scared, very scared, he slowly kept walking, and came across some people, he asked "What the fuck just happened?"

Her chin bleeding from the bullet that grazed her skin, Alina pointed a t Sloan and responded, "That freak started shooting at people."

Damien stood near the door, Axe in hand, looking out towards the path Kara had taken.

<Damien, go out there, look for her, Aidan was right. Being outther alone is a death sentence. We have to help her.>

<Of course, I will go look for her.>

"Well, I am heading out to look for that young woman, Aidan, you and my wife should take up positions where you can see everyhting, in case any Zombies arrive."

Damien set out, making sure that the door was closed behind him.

As he walked out, his TP link to his wife, the jarhead, allowed him to find the trail Kara had left. To keep any Zombies from finding him, he called out silently with his mind.

<Kara, are you there, I don't want to Hurt you, I am here to help>

Her chin bleeding from the bullet that grazed her skin, Alina pointed a t Sloan and responded, "That freak started shooting at people."

Damien stood near the door, Axe in hand, looking out towards the path Kara had taken.

<Damien, go out there, look for her, Aidan was right. Being outther alone is a death sentence. We have to help her.>

<Of course, I will go look for her.>

"Well, I am heading out to look for that young woman, Aidan, you and my wife should take up positions where you can see everyhting, in case any Zombies arrive."

Damien set out, making sure that the door was closed behind him.

As he walked out, his TP link to his wife, the jarhead, allowed him to find the trail Kara had left. To keep any Zombies from finding him, he called out silently with his mind.

<Kara, are you there, I don't want to Hurt you, I am here to help>

"Good Luck!" Aidan called out as Damien left.

He then took up a position near the front door, "Listen, everyone, this area, the North East, it's to Highly populated. NYC alone is probably crawling with Zombies. not to mention DC, Boston, etc. We need to get out of this area and get to the Midwest. The best option we have is to find a Paddleboat, and sail down the Mississippi out into the gulf. Or If possible, fond an even larger ship. If a Zombie finds us, it's call WILL bring more, until we are surrounded, we have to move."

The Earnestness showed on his face. Any with TP abilities would be able to know that this was his original intention all along.

Kara had by this time fallen asleep, secure in her mini-fortress that was quite nearly unassailable by the Infected.

"Good Luck!" Aidan called out as Damien left.

He then took up a position near the front door, "Listen, everyone, this area, the North East, it's to Highly populated. NYC alone is probably crawling with Zombies. not to mention DC, Boston, etc. We need to get out of this area and get to the Midwest. The best option we have is to find a Paddleboat, and sail down the Mississippi out into the gulf. Or If possible, fond an even larger ship. If a Zombie finds us, it's call WILL bring more, until we are surrounded, we have to move."

The Earnestness showed on his face. Any with TP abilities would be able to know that this was his original intention all along.

"Try The Deep South. I'm a 50% owner in it." Sloan suggested, pulling himself and his baggage im through a stained glass window.

Frank chose that moment to speak up. "How far is it to the border? We could get into Canada, if we West we might find an abandoned farm or two, and with the prairies we'd be able to see for miles around." The Whispers remained silent.

Stan walked through the door to the church, and crossed himself as he did so. It had been a long time since he had last been in a church, but now seemed a very appropriate time for religion. Looking around at the small group of people (although it was the largest group of living people he'd seen since the outbreak) he felt a terrible weight lift from his mind. Just being around these people eased his fears, and brought him back from the brink.

At the front of the church, stood the priest who had called them all there. Stan walked up the length of the church, and sat in the first row of pews.

The Priest walked up to the alter, and asked, "Would you all move closer, there's plenty of room right here in the front row.

"There are a few things I would like to share with you."

Frank watched as a haunted looking man walked into the church, dark thoughts seemed to swirl visibly around his head. Frank closed his eyes and the apparitions were gone. The Whispers spoke to him then: Yes, this one has been to the edge, has looked into the abyss, another Disciple Frank, he knows of us, he denied our gift. But he can help you, he can help find the Cure... Frank was about to get up and talk to the man but he saw him call to the priest and decided he had better wait.

Seeing no one making any attempts to move closer, the priest raised his hand, and motioned, but at the same time, he got a short splitting headache as it felt as though his consciousness was divided ten times. When he looked up from where he had momentarily collapsed on the alter, everyone in the church was moving forward, some with looks of confusion on their faces.

He jumped out of the car and after taking a quick look around for where the safest places would be, he followed Stan into the church, arriving as the priest was recovering from his attack.

He raised an eyebrow, shrugged and sat in a shadowy part of the church, near the exit if he needed it, but near enough to the others so that he could keep an eye on them.

"Are you alright?" Frank waited for the Whispers to say something, but they simply continued their background mutters. Quite suddenly he found a single voice talking to him. This one is feeling the power that you yourself have felt Frank, he'll manifest soon enough, don't worry. This new voice worried Frank, it wasn't like the Whispers it was only one voice, but it sounded warm and alive, not like the cold and tired sound of the Whispers. "Father? What's wrong?"

The Priest stood and shook his head, rubbing his eyes. "Nothing my son, do not worry. It was just a headache."

OOC: Tag.

Kara had by this time fallen asleep, secure in her mini-fortress that was quite nearly unassailable by the Infected.

As Damien neared, he could finally feel Kara's mind.

<Kara, the others are planning to leave, You should go with us.>

Alina spoke up when she heard about the border, "No, heading north would be suicidal. Everyone went north, so there are more zombies up there right now. What we need to do is find a bus, and modify it. If we put a ram on it, along with some armor, we would be able to use the Interstates and force our way there."

Stan looked at the injured woman, and shook his head. "I think we would be better served to use back roads, in a convoy. It would be bad to rely on one engine that could break down. Still I agree that going north isn't a good idea. I had my eyes set on the Rockies to tell you the truth."

Stan looked at the injured woman, and shook his head. "I think we would be better served to use back roads, in a convoy. It would be bad to rely on one engine that could break down. Still I agree that going north isn't a good idea. I had my eyes set on the Rockies to tell you the truth."

"No, while it would seem like a good idea, the wrong spot and frozen zomb's will resurrect every spring. If we go south into the bayous, then the zombies will decompose faster. That way, we can move north after luring them south, and killing them. Loudspeakers would work great that way." Aidan responded.

"As for the convoy, I agree, a convoy is a good idea. My cycle, the Jaeger's jeep, your sedan, and a bus. That way we will have plenty of space. Also, there was a gun shop back there, we can get ammo and gun parts there. And if we get to a book store, we need to get all the books on survival we can."

Kara continued to sleep, oblivious to the knocking at her mental door.

Hmmmm, busy signal, must be asleep

Damien reached down and grabbed some rocks, lightly tossing at her door till he felt her mind stir.

As soon as he felt her reach conciousness, he connrected minds.

<Don't speak, I am on the ground, and do not wish to meet any zombies. If you want to communicate, merely think what it is you want me to know. I promise not to read anything not "Flagged" as being for me. By the way, my name is Damien, you met my wife, Cpt Alina earlier.>

"Wha." Kara said, sitting upright at hearing something clattering at her door, the mental message not registering. Looking out a window, she saw someone, "Who are you and what do you want?"

"Wha." Kara said, sitting upright at hearing something clattering at her door, the mental message not registering. Looking out a window, she saw someone, "Who are you and what do you want?"

<Please, If you must speak, do so quietly.> Damien responded. <My name is Damien Jeager, I am a Blacksmith from up in Maine. My wife and I came across Aidan, the young man who was speaking to you before you left. I came to alert you that we are planning on leaving. The plans are being made, and the young man wishes to leave as soon as possible. He claims that if you stay here, you are signing a death certificate.>

"Then he's crazy, I've spent the entire time since the Outbreak in the area. The greatest threat I faced was from a wannabe rapist." She said down to him.

"Then he's crazy, I've spent the entire time since the Outbreak in the area. The greatest threat I faced was from a wannabe rapist." She said down to him.

Damien looked taken aback, <Wannabe rapist, Aidan, he was worried about you standing out there if any Zombies entered the area. And yes, I can read minds, if you look at my mouth, it isn't moving. Aidan believes that the best thing we could do would be to move out, away from anywhere that the Zombies can be found.>

"And where would that be?" She asked, disbelieving in paranormalness like mind reading.

"And where would that be?" She asked, disbelieving in paranormalness like mind reading.

<Just a sec...Alina is saying that he just sugested going to the bayous on a steamboat. Apparently, the humidity and heat will cause them to decompose faster. And as for your disbelief in Tp, how would I know you don't believe me if I didn't have it, also, that itch you are feeling in the back of your brain, it's me.>

"The bayou, you'll all be sick in a week. As to the disbelief, that's what any rational person would believe." She replied, "As for that damn itch, it's been there ever since I recovered from the Outbreak virus."

"As for the convoy, I agree, a convoy is a good idea. My cycle, the Jaeger's jeep, your sedan, and a bus. That way we will have plenty of space. Also, there was a gun shop back there, we can get ammo and gun parts there. And if we get to a book store, we need to get all the books on survival we can."

Stirring from his corner he said; "Aye, best not to hedge your bets, a convoy would be the best idea, if we get swamped then at least some of us can make it out." Under his breath he mutted "Though i wouldn't fancy your chances on a cycle... still you would make a good distraction if it came down to it."

After a moments thought he said; "Luring the zombies after us wouldn't serve much of a purpose, sooner or later they will arrive and some might already be there, i don't see why we should help them. Personally, i say the later the better, it would give us a chance to get prepared, find some highground, get provisions, barricade ourselves in, you get the idea. It might also starve a few of them into attacking eachother or just rotting from lack of food."

After another moment he added; "If nobody has any objections, that's the how settled, that leaves the where and when. Where isn't too important in my books, though moving away from zombies is a plus, moving towards them is generally a negative, either way i recommend the when should be as soon as we are all ready."

"The bayou, you'll all be sick in a week. As to the disbelief, that's what any rational person would believe." She replied, "As for that damn itch, it's been there ever since I recovered from the Outbreak virus."

<You have the itch and it isn't caused by me, then you are a gifted one as well. wait...I feel, hunger, an unending hunger coming this way.> Damien looked away from KAra, showing her his profile, his lips weren't moving, even though she heard him speaking. <A zombie is coming this way, do you sense anything?>

As it grew louder, he drew his Henry and and sighted down the barrel, aiming for any zombies that would be coming.

Stirring from his corner he said; "Aye, best not to hedge your bets, a convoy would be the best idea, if we get swamped then at least some of us can make it out." Under his breath he mutted "Though i wouldn't fancy your chances on a cycle... still you would make a good distraction if it came down to it."

After a moments thought he said; "Luring the zombies after us wouldn't serve much of a purpose, sooner or later they will arrive and some might already be there, i don't see why we should help them. Personally, i say the later the better, it would give us a chance to get prepared, find some highground, get provisions, barricade ourselves in, you get the idea. It might also starve a few of them into attacking eachother or just rotting from lack of food."

After another moment he added; "If nobody has any objections, that's the how settled, that leaves the where and when. Where isn't too important in my books, though moving away from zombies is a plus, moving towards them is generally a negative, either way i recommend the when should be as soon as we are all ready."

"I think he meant once we are on the steamboat. that way we can entertain oourselves with zombie killing, while luring as many as we can down south, where the decay will destroy them.

"Twaddle." She replied to his comment about her being 'gifted' as well. That was fantasy rather than reality. "If you're that worried you can come up here, but if you try you'll be an Infected snack so fast your head will spin."

The walking corpse laid low around a hundred feet from where the two were having their "talk". In life, it had been a Park Ranger, but now it only roamed, searching for flesh to devour to satisfy the never ending hunger.

Unleashing a hellish screech, it leapt up and with inhuman speed dashed towards the two humans.

A woman had been watching the actions of the two, now that the man had dispatched the zombie, she stepped out of the shadows with her hands raised. She was wearing what looked to be the remnants of a lab coat, and looked much the worse for wear.

"We need to get out of here, more are likely to be attracted by that racket."

Kara watched the man fight the Infected wondering why he didn't have his arm bitten off.

Why does everyone insist on using guns? It seems to me that swords(wazikashi) would be more effective as you dont have to be a skilled shooter to use them and there is no ammunition problem- you just need kevlar or leather so you cant be bitten

ooc: This is the IC thread... could you do me a favor and delete your post?

Percy had just sat there by himself, not saying much, and thinking.... even though he was a football player, he is very smart, he thought he could maybe think of an idea.... anything.

" I really, really think we need to get out of here, That convoy idea early is great, i have my two seater, and there is many other cars. We should try to find some type of food though."

"Who are you?" She asked the lab coated woman.

The doctor looked up at the young woman in the treefort, and replied, "My name is Janine. It would be a good idea for us all to get out of this area very soon. More of the creeps are coming, and I don't want to be around when they get here. Do you?"

There it is now. For almost two weeks, he has been walking along this road, thankfully not encountering any of those demons that now populate the Earth. His daughter, who thankfully was not infected, was passed out in his arms. thankfully, she's light.

He noticed the church, and saw the lights on, people moving inside. Thank God, actual life. His dark read coat swept along the ground, erasing the footprints his boots left in the dirt.

Even though it was nighttime, he still wore his black oval sunglasses, to hide the scar over his right eye.

His Zambatou was strapped to his back at the moment. He used to carry a pistol on the side of his leg, but he lost the holster and the pistol on the journey, and he also was carrying Yunalesca's staff on his back, also. He swallowed a bit, and realized he was dehydrated.

Auron walked up to the church and knocked on the door.

OOC: I'm assuming ya'll are still in the church.

And sorry for the sucky post.

Percy heard a knock at the door, he was unsure weather to answer it or not.... he grabbed the pocket knife out of his back pocket, went to a side window, and checked to see, if he could see anyone, he couldnt. He slowly opened the door, and was relieved to see that there was some more non-infected people. He welcomed them into the church and asked "What are your names"

ooc: consider that Quakmybush... sorry bout that

"I have too many supplies up here to carry." She said to the lady, "And enought to last a while."

The walking corpse laid low around a hundred feet from where the two were having their "talk". In life, it had been a Park Ranger, but now it only roamed, searching for flesh to devour to satisfy the never ending hunger.

Unleashing a hellish screech, it leapt up and with inhuman speed dashed towards the two humans.

OOC: aghhh, the net is actinmg up right now, sorry bout that.

IC
Damien turned to see the undead beast coming at him from a direction he didn't expect.

He fired, but the bullet missed.

He grabbed his Splitting Axe, but not in time. The beast grabbed hold of his arm, and bit down. However, it didn't go through. The teeth where stopped by the bite resistant steel mesh he had hidden under his clothes. In the split second of confusion, Damien brought the axe down on it's head, cleaving it in two.

Looking down in disgust, he tore off his sleeve, revealing the Shark Feeding Suit he wore underneath his clothes.

"I have too many supplies up here to carry." She said to the lady, "And enought to last a while."

<"I can Help"> Damien broadcast and spoke to both of the ladies.

"I am a blacksmith, and can carry quite a load."

"I have too many supplies up here to carry." She said to the lady, "And enought to last a while."

Janine nodded. "Good luck to you then."

She turned to the man who stood with her on the ground. "Will you at least leave this place with me?"

Auron nodded and walked in the door. "Thank you." When he heard the door close behind him, he looked for an open spot to lay his daughter down, eyeing some floor near the back, taking off his red overcoat (which seemed more like a long robe) and folding it up as a pillow for her. His ripped black undershirt exposed an arm that wasn't bulging with muscle, but you could tell he packed much more punch than he let on.

After he layed his daughter down (who didn't take up a lot of room (she was fairly skinny)), putting her staff beside her, he looked up at the man.

"I am Auron Braska, and this is my daughter, Yunalesca."

Father O'Betts went to the back of the church and greeted the new arrival. "Hello," he said. "I am Father Charles O'Betts. Welcome to my church. Your daughter needn't lie on the ground, I have several pews that I've converted into beds if she is still tired. I fear we'll be leaving soon, when my niece returns from her patrol."

"Sure, how much can you carry?" She asked the man.

Janine nodded. "Good luck to you then."

She turned to the man who stood with her on the ground. "Will you at least leave this place with me?"

"I can carry a very heavy load, give me some bags, and I will take as much as I can. Let us go back to the church, there is a meeting there."

Father O'Betts went to the back of the church and greeted the new arrival. "Hello," he said. "I am Father Charles O'Betts. Welcome to my church. Your daughter needn't lie on the ground, I have several pews that I've converted into beds if she is still tired. I fear we'll be leaving soon, when my niece returns from her patrol."

Auron nodded, picking his daughter up and lying her on the pew. "She's not sleeping, she passed out from lack of water. Do you have any around?" He layed down his sword beside his daughter, who was holding her staff now like a knight held his sword as he was buried, the head of the staff covering her face, her shoulder length hair flowing off the side of the pew.

Auron nodded, picking his daughter up and lying her on the pew. "She's not sleeping, she passed out from lack of water. Do you have any around?" He layed down his sword beside his daughter, who was holding her staff now like a knight held his sword as he was buried, the head of the staff covering her face, her shoulder length hair flowing off the side of the pew.

Alina walked up and unslung her pack.

"I have plenty in my Camelback, here," She grabbed her spiggot, and extended it to over the girl's lips, squeezing it open, letting the water flow into her mouth.

Alina walked up and unslung her pack.

"I have plenty in my Camelback, here," She grabbed her spiggot, and extended it to over the girl's lips, squeezing it open, letting the water flow into her mouth.

Auron grabbed her hand gently yet firmly and shook his head. "Don't do that, you'll drown her. Let her mouth absorb the water in small sips, not gulps."

The Priest smiled, "No need to worry about water here, that's one utility that this church retains. We're on top of a relatively large aquifer, and have our own filters. So, everyone should refill their canteens and the like before we leave."

"Alright, brace yourself." She commented as she 'unlocked' the hatch, and there was the sound so sliding before a massive heavy duty pack came down with a heavy thud, followed by another that was somewhat lighter, but still obviously heavy. Lastly Kara herself descended with a pack on her own back.

Janine raised her eyebrow at the large amount of materiel the girl had with her. She then glanced at her small backpack where she kept her water and her first aid gear. With a hint of sarcasm in her voice, she asked, "Do a little shopping?"

"This is only a fraction of the supplies I've scavanged." She commented with a glance at the Janine. "I like to be prepared if I have to hide out for a while."

Janine nodded. "I understand, I was just teasing a little. It isn't likely that you'll need quite as much when we get mobile though. You can sort that out later, I'm sure."

Aidan looked at the girl, and smiled weakly.

Thinking, he reached into his bag and withdrew a book, The Zombie Survival Guide by Max Brooks.

He also grabbed some paper and a pen, and started outlining what all the group would need for survival.

on the sheet could be seen the following


Each Person needs
A Trail Backpack
Good Shoes
Two pairs of socks
Two Nalgene Bottles
Bandanna
Headlight
Mini Maglite
Poncho
Bedroll
Shades
Multi-tool
A primary Firearm
at least fifty rounds per weapon
Secondary Weapon
twenty-five rounds per secondary
melee weapon

The Group needs
Two Silent Weapons
two pairs of binoculars (Alina's scope counts as one)
Two Crowbars
Two Bolt Cutters
Tool Kit (Damien's)
Large Med Kit
Maps from here to the Missouri
Four compact entrenching tools (1 Pickaxe, 1. Hoe, 2. Shovels)

"Alright, brace yourself." She commented as she 'unlocked' the hatch, and there was the sound so sliding before a massive heavy duty pack came down with a heavy thud, followed by another that was somewhat lighter, but still obviously heavy. Lastly Kara herself descended with a pack on her own back.

Damien reached down and hefted the pack, carrying it with, well not ease, but he wasn't uncomfortable.

"Is that all you are going to bring?" he asked.

Janine looked at Damien sternly. "Don't encourage her! She's probably going to leave behind 2/3 of what she's got already."

Auron grabbed her hand gently yet firmly and shook his head. "Don't do that, you'll drown her. Let her mouth absorb the water in small sips, not gulps."

Alina relaxed her grip on the spiggot a little, so that it came out in drops, not a small, slow, steady stream.

(OOC: Camelbacks don'tpour that fast unless you are sucking on them, it would have been moving very slowly anyways.)

She pointed at the first bag, "Food," At the second, "First aid kit, matches, water filterer and purifiers, intimates, and general supplies," And at her backpack, "Personal stuff."

"My other stashes are similar, thought my main one is to this as a Walmart is to Mom & Pop's."

Janine looked at Damien sternly. "Don't encourage her! She's probably going to leave behind 2/3 of what she's got already."

"What, I can handle a couple more bags the size of that second one, and besides, the more gear we have, the better. I could even come back for multiple trips to grab the most stuff I can, we are taking a bus after all."

"That's this stash raided, as I said, I have others." She commented, somewhat hopeful they'd help her move it all as it was all useful. "We should at least organise a raid on my main stash."

Percy was a wallflower... he just sat there. He stared at the scar from his knee injury and wondered if it would slow him down. He thought he would need another type of weapon other than the swiss army knife his father had gave him. He asked "Does anyone have any type of long range weapon, like a gun that i could have, all I have is my swiss army knife, which is kinda useless against a horde of zombies methinks."

Auron glared at Janine, although through his sunglasses, it was difficult to tell. "Don't tease with my daughter's life."

Auron was a very down-to-earth and cynical person, yet he cared greatly for those who were close to him. Because of the way he acted, not talking very much and very to-the-point, he often seemed to come across as ungreatful and cold.

When Yuna finally came around, she coughed a bit and opened her eyes which sparkled a little despite her near comatose state. He flung her arms around her father, her robes flowing a little with the sudden movement. Auron embraced her daughter and helped her stand up. She grabbed her staff to give herself a little support. Auron took back his overcoat/robe and put it over him once more, his left arm tucked in it and resting almost like a sling, his sword on his back, the handle pointing over his right shoulder. His thick standing collar came up and covered his face up to his nose gave him a more serious, rugged look, contrasting the innocent and beautiful daughter.

Auron glanced at the Zombie Survival Guide and grunted in disapproval, but voiced nothing else. Instead, he walked over to the priest.

"What is the situation here?"

Percy was a wallflower... he just sat there. He stared at the scar from his knee injury and wondered if it would slow him down. He thought he would need another type of weapon other than the swiss army knife his father had gave him. He asked "Does anyone have any type of long range weapon, like a gun that i could have, all I have is my swiss army knife, which is kinda useless against a horde of zombies methinks."

"I got an extra 12 ga. full choke shotgun. With, forty shells."

(OOC: Camelbacks don'tpour that fast unless you are sucking on them, it would have been moving very slowly anyways.)

OOC: I've seen bladders that can pour. But if you're referring to the Camelback, then no, it wouldn't. However, I'll keep it that way as a bit of characterization for Auron. :)

Auron glared at Janine, although through his sunglasses, it was difficult to tell. "Don't tease with my daughter's life."

Auron was a very down-to-earth and cynical person, yet he cared greatly for those who were close to him. Because of the way he acted, not talking very much and very to-the-point, he often seemed to come across as ungreatful and cold.

When Yuna finally came around, she coughed a bit and opened her eyes which sparkled a little despite her near comatose state. He flung her arms around her father, her robes flowing a little with the sudden movement. Auron embraced her daughter and helped her stand up. She grabbed her staff to give herself a little support. Auron took back his overcoat/robe and put it over him once more, his left arm tucked in it and resting almost like a sling, his sword on his back, the handle pointing over his right shoulder. His thick standing collar came up and covered his face up to his nose gave him a more serious, rugged look, contrasting the innocent and beautiful daughter.

Auron glanced at the Zombie Survival Guide and grunted in disapproval, but voiced nothing else. Instead, he walked over to the priest.

"What is the situation here?"

"You don't approve I take it?" Aidan asked, standing up, "This is the situation. The Dead have Risen. You know the saying, 'When there is no more room in Hell, the Dead Shall walk the Earth,' It is happening now. Wether you approve of my book or not, this is going to help us survive."

"I got an extra 12 ga. full choke shotgun. With, forty shells."


"Sure that will work" Percy replied, "Thanks" Percy took the shotgun, and made a holster for it on his back with some extra fabric from his pants. "Now I can kill some zombies" Percy replied with a bit of a laugh

"Hell doesn't run out of room, but that doesn't change our situation," Auron responded in a very low and scratchy voice. "And if I recall correctly, they're not undead. They're still dead. They have no soul, first off. Also, the bodies are reanimated by viruses, which are not classified as living things." Auron stared impassively at Aidan, who was risking his life on a work of fiction.

"But again, unimportant. What is important, though, is what we are doing to survive, though chances of that are slim."

Percy didnt like Aurons pessimistic attitude..." I know this looks like its Ohio State versus Duke and we are Duke, but we still have to try and pull that upset. If we have a bad attitude going into this hell, we will not come out. We have to believe we can do it, hell, we have all survived this long, whats another few months or years gunna take"

Auron just blinked (though with the sunglasses, you couldn't tell) at the reference to this "Duke" and "Ohio State." Not being from the United States, he had no idea what he was talking about. However, he smirked at the rest of his comment.

"This isn't pessimism, it's realism. There is a slim chance of survival. We are but a small band of humans versus the entire rest of the world." He nodded before continuing. "However, think what you wish, if it helps you survive."

Percy shrugged his shoulders at Aurons comments. He said "We are atleast 10 times smarter than these dumass zombies, we can out think them, and that will help us"

Auron just blinked (though with the sunglasses, you couldn't tell) at the reference to this "Duke" and "Ohio State." Not being from the United States, he had no idea what he was talking about. However, he smirked at the rest of his comment.

"This isn't pessimism, it's realism. There is a slim chance of survival. We are but a small band of humans versus the entire rest of the world." He nodded before continuing. "However, think what you wish, if it helps you survive."

"As long as we have a plan, It will help us survive, this 'Work of Fiction' is better than nothing, and will help me survive." Aidan turned to Alinda, "Communicate with your husband, ask him to look for a bus. I heard his Steel Shark Suit, And I think he might know what to look for."

ooc: Janine is talking to Damien and Kara who are currently in the woods a ways from the church.

Father O'betts looked at the mysterious new arrival, and decided that there was no need for secrecy amongst the survivors. "I called for a meeting of survivors over my radio transmitter. The people you see here are those who responded to my call. We're trying to think of the best place to hide and rebuild where these zombies will be unable to find us."

Hearing Aidan talk about the bus made Percy think. He said "If we cant find a bus, we will have to use street cars, we should see if their is enough seats. My car has 2 seats, and we could squish a 3rd person in if neccesary. Anyone else have a car with them?

"As long as we have a plan, It will help us survive, this 'Work of Fiction' is better than nothing, and will help me survive." Aidan turned to Alinda, "Communicate with your husband, ask him to look for a bus. I heard his Steel Shark Suit, And I think he might know what to look for."

"Okay, He would like to do that."

<Damien, Aidan wants to Know if you could look for a bus. Preferabbly a touring bus.>

<'kay honey, will do.>

"Ladies, would you like to help look for a tour bus we can use, or go straight to the church."

Stan spoke up. "I have my pick up. We could fit a lot of people in there, or gear. If we had a SAW we could mount it on top and use it as a mobile weapons platform too."

"Do you really think it's a good idea to go looking for transport what with you being weighed down?" She asked the seemingly foresightless man.

Hearing Aidan talk about the bus made Percy think. He said "If we cant find a bus, we will have to use street cars, we should see if their is enough seats. My car has 2 seats, and we could squish a 3rd person in if neccesary. Anyone else have a car with them?

"Well..Aidan has a motorcycle, my husband and I have a Jeep, and I know we saw other vehicles outside. If we get a bus, we can use it to store our gear and other necessitties."

"The trunk of my car is basically empty as well" Percy said. " We could jam it full of supplies, and anything else that is needed. "

"Okay, He would like to do that."

<Damien, Aidan wants to Know if you could look for a bus. Preferabbly a touring bus.>

<'kay honey, will do.>

"Ladies, would you like to help look for a tour bus we can use, or go straight to the church."

Janine looked at Damien and shook her head. "I'd like to help, but I would really prefer to get back to my uncle at the church."

It was the first time I had smelled it, since running across the biped known as Harrison. The smell of living flesh that didn't threaten me. My paws ached to run to this new smell and greet it, but there were other scents around that I couldn't determine.

I stalked my way closer to the new smell, trying to keep the scent of my biped near enough to keep track of. It was then on the breeze that I caught the scent, the scent of death. Walking Death. I crouched, to let it approach closer, so I could determine how to kill it.

"Do you really think it's a good idea to go looking for transport what with you being weighed down?" She asked the seemingly foresightless man.

"Hey, I don't need to run, I have my axe and gun. Besides, If we find a Bus, it will help us get the rest of your gear and carry it all their."

Janine looked at Damien and shook her head. "I'd like to help, but I would really prefer to get back to my uncle at the church."

"If that is what you would like, I will escort you, but then, I will go and look for that bus."

Percy saw Damian going to look for the bus, he decided to go help. He left the church, will his shotgun drawn, and ready to fire. He passed by Janine and said "Hi" He came up to Damain and asked "Ya need any help?"

Percy saw Damian going to look for the bus, he decided to go help. He left the church, will his shotgun drawn, and ready to fire. He passed by Janine and said "Hi" He came up to Damain and asked "Ya need any help?"

OOC: I don't think we are back yet, but when we arrive, I will aske You and Aidan to assist me.

Percy snapped out of the little day dream he was having, and thought... well that was weird. He saw Damian and Janine coming back to the church and decided he would help once they got back.

"Hey, I don't need to run, I have my axe and gun. Besides, If we find a Bus, it will help us get the rest of your gear and carry it all their."
"Unless you want to spend a good number of hours loading stuff into your phanton bus, finding fuel for it, and hoping we don't encounter any Infected, it'd probably be better to go to the church first."

"Oh christ," Harrison muttered as he woke. His head was pounding from the alcohol, and months of not drinking.

There were people around, "How long did I sleep," he asked himself. Looking around there were several men, and and a few women too.

"I need to know what the hell's going on," he called to the group, none of whom were looking at him.

"Unless you want to spend a good number of hours loading stuff into your phanton bus, finding fuel for it, and hoping we don't encounter any Infected, it'd probably be better to go to the church first."

"Then let's go, I know I saw a School bus on my way here, maybe we can find a touring bus. Anyway, let's get to that church, then I'll get a group together, and see if we can't find that bus."

Percy heard Harrison awake and said " You were asleep for about 45 minutes, and right now we are trying to find out where we are going and how.

Percy heard Harrison awake and said " You were asleep for about 45 minutes, and right now we are trying to find out where we are going and how.

"No please, sir, I beg you, what the hell is with all these people eating each other, I've been hiking for months, only Tom was with me, my companions are dead. I need to know what happened, I only just stumbled on this church, and I am confused hungover, and about to vomit."

Harrison reached for his Tiger hat, and put it on, standing up unsteadily.

sounds like this game:

http://www.urbandead.com/

"A semi would be better, but I guess that a bus would do." She commented as she prepared to follow the others.

"No please, sir, I beg you, what the hell is with all these people eating each other, I've been hiking for months, only Tom was with me, my companions are dead. I need to know what happened, I only just stumbled on this church, and I am confused hungover, and about to vomit."

Harrison reached for his Tiger hat, and put it on, standing up unsteadily.

Alina turned to him, "Think 28 Days Later or Dawn of the Dead, or any of the Romero movies. And bring it to life."

sounds like this game:

http://www.urbandead.com/

OOC: 1, ughhh, i hate that game
2, this is closed, post that on the OOC thread.

Alina turned to him, "Think 28 Days Later or Dawn of the Dead, or any of the Romero movies. And bring it to life."

"Wha... no. That can't happen, I've only been killing hill-billies, Tom and I were doing it together, he's left me, now I don't know what to do.

"You said something about leaving, where are you going?"

Percy heard Alina's explination and said " and thats the living hell that we are in"

"Wha... no. That can't happen, I've only been killing hill-billies, Tom and I were doing it together, he's left me, now I don't know what to do.

"You said something about leaving, where are you going?"

"Well, Aidan suggest Louisiana, the bayous to be precise, I agree, if anything will decay these things, those swamps will."

Percy heard Alina's explination and said " and thats the living hell that we are in"

"Oh christ, I guess it all makes sense, so you're all thats left? My god, this will be rough. If what you say is true, and I can only assume it is, then we've got a couple billion against what? A dozen?"

Percy said " What about way up north, in the cold tundra of northern Canada, wouldnt the weather be too cold for these damn zombies, or do we not have enough supplies to be somewhere cold?"

"Oh christ, I guess it all makes sense, so you're all thats left? My god, this will be rough. If what you say is true, and I can only assume it is, then we've got a couple billion against what? A dozen?"

"The death rate is 99.8 % or so if my CO briefed us correctly, meaning that there are...600,000 humans left in the US. it is not entirely hopeless."

OOC: 300 million, times .002 = 600 thousand

"Well, Aidan suggest Louisiana, the bayous to be precise, I agree, if anything will decay these things, those swamps will."

"But, then we're right in the convergence of all of the US, Mexico, and the stream of people from South America; if we want to avoid this stuff, I say we go North. But who am I? I'll go along with whatever."

600 thousand people Percy thought. He then said "we may have to bring a bus and our cars, vasue if we come across more people, and the bus is full, what will happen, we will have to make some sort of towing device becasue we all want to be in that bus together as long as possible."

Janine stepped through the door of the church and said with a sense of authority in her voice, "No, we're going to California."

"Oh, and what's so special about Crapifonia?" Kara asked with a scowl at the lab coated woman who assumed she was going to be the boss.

Percy thought that was the dumbest idea ever. He said " California is the most populated state. That mean we will come across more zombie then we would if we went to Canada, which has less people that California does, we need to stay away from these things, not get closer to them"

"But, then we're right in the convergence of all of the US, Mexico, and the stream of people from South America; if we want to avoid this stuff, I say we go North. But who am I? I'll go along with whatever."

"The thing is, that most people are probably going to stay put. Either that or move to the Midwest area. If we pull the zombies with us, we could wind up getting rid of who knows how many Ghouls in those swamps. After all, unless you have a steamboat, most people are going to avoid Louisiana for better, sturdier, terrain."

"The death rate is 99.8 % or so if my CO briefed us correctly, meaning that there are...600,000 humans left in the US. it is not entirely hopeless."

"Do we know how many of those have survived the, 'zombies?' I don't want to be pessimistic, but I lost a friend and my girlfriend to these things, I've only survived because of Tom."

Oh my god, he thought, I must sound insane talking about Tom, none of them would know who he is, should I explain? Or would talking to a wolf make me seem more insane than just mentioning the name?

Janine stepped through the door of the church and said with a sense of authority in her voice, "No, we're going to California."

"Yeah, right, I hated Cali enough before the outbreak, I ain't going anywhere near that slaughterhouse now, unless you have a good reason. Which I doubt. Anyways, the Captain can keep us informed via Damien. Comeon man, let's go find that bus."

And with that, Aidan walked out the door, M-1 at the ready.

"The thing is, that most people are probably going to stay put. Either that or move to the Midwest area. If we pull the zombies with us, we could wind up getting rid of who knows how many Ghouls in those swamps. After all, unless you have a steamboat, most people are going to avoid Louisiana for better, sturdier, terrain."

"I guess all I mean is that, if we had fewer 'zombies' to face it could give us more time to settle and prepare defenses."

"Do we know how many of those have survived the, 'zombies?' I don't want to be pessimistic, but I lost a friend and my girlfriend to these things, I've only survived because of Tom."

Oh my god, he thought, I must sound insane talking about Tom, none of them would know who he is, should I explain? Or would talking to a wolf make me seem more insane than just mentioning the name?

Damien stopped in his tracks, "Who is this Tom?"

He reached out with his mind, sensing for any sentience outside the church, "You mean that...what is that?" Damien asked as he touched the Wolf's mind.

After hearing Aidan's last statement Percy blurted out " Thats why we have to go to Northern Canada!"

After hearing Aidan's last statement Percy blurted out " Thats why we have to go to Northern Canada!"

"No, my Dragon Mind is not enough to keep us all warm long enough. And I doubt any of you have the proper gear for N. Canada. I have been their, unless you have a Parka, you ain't gonna survive. Besides, that will just freeze the Z's, we need to decompose them."

Damien stopped in his tracks, "Who is this Tom?"

He reached out with his mind, sensing for any sentience outside the church, "You mean that...what is that?" Damien asked as he touched the Wolf's mind.

Harrison gasped as he sensed the power in Damien, and had a brief connection to Tom. He feared for Tom, from these people they couldn't understand.

"Tom is a wolf that came to my aid the night that the hill-billies came for us. They got Sarah and Teddy, but Tom saved me, he helped me. He followed me for months, but left a few days ago."

Janine scowled at the young woman. "We're going to California because that's were my former employer, The Hopkins-Jenkins Research Foundation, is located."

After saying this, she walked over to the priest and hugged him, saying "Hello uncle."

She then turned to the rest of the group. "Before this all happened... before the world went to shit, I was a Bio-Medical Researcher at the foundation. My bosses were the ones who discovered H-VAS, and revealed it's genetic coding. That was two years before the outbreak in Israel. What I had been doing in those two years was tailoring a retrovirus, and it was damn near completion.

"I'm still alive because I took a vacation to visit my uncle right before the outbreak. I was too afraid to go back to San Francisco and risk being infected, so I stayed here with my uncle. We were both lucky enough to carry the genetic marker that made us all survivors.

"The point is though, if we can return to the Foundation's Labs in San Fran, and release the retrovirus into the zombie population, they'll all go down like flies, the same way H-VAS infected them all before."

Harrison gasped as he sensed the power in Damien, and had a brief connection to Tom. He feared for Tom, from these people they couldn't understand.

"Tom is a wolf that came to my aid the night that the hill-billies came for us. They got Sarah and Teddy, but Tom saved me, he helped me. He followed me for months, but left a few days ago."

"Hmmm......" Alina murmured, "A wolf could be useful, after all, If we have something with that good of senses, we could get an early warning if and of those Ghastly Beasts arrive."

Harrison gasped as he sensed the power in Damien, and had a brief connection to Tom. He feared for Tom, from these people they couldn't understand.

"Tom is a wolf that came to my aid the night that the hill-billies came for us. They got Sarah and Teddy, but Tom saved me, he helped me. He followed me for months, but left a few days ago."

"Hmmm......" Alina murmured, "A wolf could be useful, after all, If we have something with that good of senses, we could get an early warning if and of those Ghastly Beasts arrive."

Damian was right Percy thought. He than said "Ill go help Damian find that bus."

Janine scowled at the young woman. "We're going to California because that's were my former employer, The Hopkins-Jenkins Research Foundation, is located."

After saying this, she walked over to the priest and hugged him, saying "Hello uncle."

She then turned to the rest of the group. "Before this all happened... before the world went to shit, I was a Bio-Medical Researcher at the foundation. My bosses were the ones who discovered H-VAS, and revealed it's genetic coding. That was two years before the outbreak in Israel. What I had been doing in those two years was tailoring a retrovirus, and it was damn near completion.

"I'm still alive because I took a vacation to visit my uncle right before the outbreak. I was too afraid to go back to San Francisco and risk being infected, so I stayed here with my uncle. We were both lucky enough to carry the genetic marker that made us all survivors.

"The point is though, if we can return to the Foundation's Labs in San Fran, and release the retrovirus into the zombie population, they'll all go down like flies, the same way H-VAS infected them all before."

"Frisco, are you nuts, we can't go there, not without a regiment of tanks, and an entire Marine Expeditionary Force. We will be slaughtered." Cpt Alina looked around at all the people, thinking about how it was her duty to protect the people. "How far away from the city is it. I am a good shot, and can help thin their ranks a bit. But only if we find a helicopter that I can use as a base for some heavy fire."

OOC: well i guess the secret is out, I am TLO and TAP, hope no one minds :D

"So you're one of the fuck-up idiots responsible for the end of the world." Kara growled at the doctor, one step away from attacking her.

OOC: Sorry had some serious computer issues.

I felt the power across time, and for a brief instant, felt Harrison touch my mind. The other power touched my mind, and my connection to Harrison was immediately triggered. I must learn how to tell him my thoughts.

The walking dead smell is still around, I'm not sure If I should go to this new power and try to alert it, but I know by the strength of the scent that I can't fight them all by myself.

'HARRISON!'

Janine grew furious. "No you stupid girl, Hopkins-Jenkins didn't weaponize. Why don't you learn the facts before you start throwing around accusations."

Harrison's head hurt in a different way from the pain of the hangover, like an exclamation mark on his whole body. "FUCK!" he screamed clutching his head.

"God, somethings wrong, outside. I think Tom is out there and trying to warn me."

Janine turned to the Marine Captain, and said, still coming off here fury, "I don't want to have to hide the rest of my life. That's why I want to go there. We can beat them. We just have to try to be stealthy. They're almost brain dead, sneaking around shouldn't be too hard."

She looked down for a second, then back up. "The only problem is that the lab is in a highrise... in downtown San Fran."

Looking up at Harrison's exclamation, she paled. "It's the creeps... they're coming for us."

"But they either sold it or were stupid enought bastards to let it fall into the hands of terrorists." She growled, wrathful murder in her eye at the person who was indirectly responsible for the hell on Earth that they were experiancing, for the death of all her family, her friends and her boyfriend.

Harrison's head hurt in a different way from the pain of the hangover, like an exclamation mark on his whole body. "FUCK!" he screamed clutching his head.

"God, somethings wrong, outside. I think Tom is out there and trying to warn me."

"Let me try to find out." Damien responded, as he reached out with his mind. He touched the Wolf's mind, but kept expanding outward, eventually coming across a sense of great hunger.

"Oh no, Zombies."

Janine's eyes turned to the girl, and almost lanced into her with their powerful glare. "The foundation gave a sample to the CDC, which distributed samples to the other major governmental research facilities, including international ones. Anyone could be responsible for this hell, but not me personally."

"Let me try to find out." Damien responded, as he reached out with his mind. He touched the Wolf's mind, but kept expanding outward, eventually coming across a sense of great hunger.

"Oh no, Zombies."

"Sh*t," Aidan responded, as he stepped back inside the doors, "Damien, help me close these. Alina, get to high ground, take out any that you can."

Janine's eyes turned to the girl, and almost lanced into her with their powerful glare. "The foundation gave a sample to the CDC, which distributed samples to the other major governmental research facilities, including international ones. Anyone could be responsible for this hell, but not me personally."

"Kara, I understand that you are angry, but right now, we got some Z-beasts heading this way. We will discuss this later."

OOC: Forgive both characters in the same post, just remember that the Wolf is Italics first person.

I ran toward the church, the scent was overpowering me, I could no longer smell inside the church and I had to make sure that Harrison was still alright.

Harrison drew his PPK from the holster on his right hip and ran toward the door, opening it , he saw the eyes that should have scared him, but he knew it was Tom.

I saw Harrison and ran toward him. I was too filled with joy to stop from tackling him and licking his face. Having been hidden for so long, I had missed my biped.

Harrison drew himself up and thanked his grandfather in a whisper. He scratched Tom on the head and looked for Tom to make the first move.

She returned the glare in equal measure, about one step away from turning the bitch to mince tartar when she head someone call out Zombie.

Looking around, she shivered as she was scared, nay terrified of the Infected.

She returned the glare in equal measure, about one step away from turning the bitch to mince tartar when she head someone call out Zombie.

Looking around, she shivered as she was scared, nay terrified of the Infected.

"Do you still have that .22 Rimfire rifle I gave you? It should be able to penetrate the skull."

Meanwhile, as the Zombies came nearer, Aidan lashed out at the first one he saw, catching it ablaze with his "Dragon Mind"

Harrison heard Tom growl from deep in his chest and saw the fur rise on his haunches. The time grew near, and Harrison looked down the barrel of the pistol, in all direction off the steps of the church.

Harrison heard Tom growl from deep in his chest and saw the fur rise on his haunches. The time grew near, and Harrison looked down the barrel of the pistol, in all direction off the steps of the church.

"Get inside you idiot, that pistol won't help you against these things." Aidan called out.

She nodded as she went to a window, seeing an Infected, she opened up. She was caught totally of guard by the recoil and blew through the entire magazine in short order, including tracking about half the rounds across the ceiling as she was knocked on her ass.

She nodded as she went to a window, seeing an Infected, she opened up. She was caught totally of guard by the recoil and blew through the entire magazine in short order, including tracking about half the rounds across the ceiling as she was knocked on her ass.

"Wow," Aidan ran over to her, "Make sure it is in single fire, and aim for the head. The .22 Rimfire doesn't have much of a kick at all if you fire one shot at a time."

Aidan Concentrated and another Zombie caught fire.

ooc: why is she so angry at someone who is clearly not responsible... wait, she is a teenager *scratches chin*

Stan drew his Colt, and looked out the window nearest him. He couldn't see any creeps out there, but that didn't mean there weren't any. He'd seen a couple lying ready to pounce like predatory cats before, and wasn't willing to take any chances.

The Father walked up the length of the church, and went behind the alter. Reaching under it he retrieved his rifle and the box of ammunition which he placed in his pocket. Returning to the group he walked to the front and pulled a rope. Wooden boards fell into place over the windows from the outside leaving several medium sized holes for peering through.

Janine pulled her 9mm out of her coat and checked the clip before loading it in and cocking it. She stood ready to defend the church.

"Get inside you idiot, that pistol won't help you against these things." Aidan called out.

"Don't worry friend, I spend nine months hiking, I can hit a squirrel's skull from 20 yards with this thing, and besides Tom is with me, we've dealt with worse, and now you're with us."

He saw Tom leap and run to a figure, and take it down by the head. Tom shook it until there was a satisfying snap in the neck and Tom went on to the next dragging it down by the arm. Harrison shot it square between the eyes as it hit the ground. Tom let go and returned to his side to prepare for the next.

ooc: why is she so angry at someone who is clearly not responsible... wait, she is a teenager *scratches chin*

Stan drew his Colt, and looked out the window nearest him. He couldn't see any creeps out there, but that didn't mean there weren't any. He'd seen a couple lying ready to pounce like predatory cats before, and wasn't willing to take any chances.

The Father walked up the length of the church, and went behind the alter. Reaching under it he retrieved his rifle and the box of ammunition which he placed in his pocket. Returning to the group he walked to the front and pulled a rope. Wooden boards fell into place over the windows from the outside leaving several medium sized holes for peering through.

Janine pulled her 9mm out of her coat and checked the clip before loading it in and cocking it. She stood ready to defend the church.


"Janine, that pistol won't help. Here, take my Garand, for now. I will just have to use my Bow."

Aidan Strung his bow smoothly, and strapped his quiver on to his waist. He knocked an arrow, pulled back, and fired. The Fire of Nathos on his bow caught another Zombie on fire, as it came into contact with the water in it's body.

"Wow," Aidan ran over to her, "Make sure it is in single fire, and aim for the head. The .22 Rimfire doesn't have much of a kick at all if you fire one shot at a time."

Aidan Concentrated and another Zombie caught fire.
"You take this crap, mine's better." She growled as she thrust the rifle back at him. Standing and rubbing her butt, she looked around.

ooc: It's associative anger(similar to the general backlash against muslims due to 9/11. She was working there, they were responsible for the cracking of the 'code' and distributed it, ergo they're responsible, ergo, she's responsible.)

"You take this crap, mine's better." She growled as she thrust the rifle back at him. Standing and rubbing her butt, she looked around.

ooc: It's associative anger(similar to the general backlash against muslims due to 9/11. She was working there, they were responsible for the cracking of the 'code' and distributed it, ergo they're responsible, ergo, she's responsible.)

"Okay," Aidan said, slinging it over his shoulder. He was okay with using the bow for now.

She lightly pushed the man's offered gun back to him. "Don't worry, me and this gun have been through a lot together. I've survived six months with out anything else anyways."

Alina ran up to the father, "Where can I get some high ground?" she asked, her voice like an icy dagger.

She lightly pushed the man's offered gun back to him. "Don't worry, me and this gun have been through a lot together. I've survived six months with out anything else anyways."

Aidan shrugged, as he knocked another arrow, and let it fly towards the enemy, cathing it on fire.

The Father pointed up, "The bell tower. There's a door on the right in the front entrance hall."

The Father pointed up, "The bell tower. There's a door on the right in the front entrance hall."

"Thanks." Alina wrenched open the door and ran up the stairs, Bolt action in hand.

when she reached the bell tower, she was glad for Aidan's fire, as it allowed her to see the other zombies, and start picking them off.

Harrison longed for Teddy's .45 to augment the .380 PPK, but knew it was buried with the body, he'd loved that gun, and he would have wanted it that way; but that didn't mean Harrison couldn't have used it.

Tom had four kills while he had only two. The walking figures kept going into flames and he wasn't sure why, but it made no difference to him so long as they were going down.

He stood by a tree now, not far from the steps, and he couldn't see that many more of the 'zombies,' but one could never be sure.

Harrison longed for Teddy's .45 to augment the .380 PPK, but knew it was buried with the body, he'd loved that gun, and he would have wanted it that way; but that didn't mean Harrison couldn't have used it.

Tom had four kills while he had only two. The walking figures kept going into flames and he wasn't sure why, but it made no difference to him so long as they were going down.

He stood by a tree now, not far from the steps, and he couldn't see that many more of the 'zombies,' but one could never be sure.

Damien was frustrated, though he knew how to use the Henry repeater, he preferred to use his axe. He strode outside, steel shark suit shining, and hefted his splitting axe. As a zombie came close, he slammed the blade of his axe into it's head with a satisfying sound.

It had been a bus driver (hint hint wink wink) when it had been alive, but now it was reduced to a walking, eating pile of flesh. It smell good living meat on the air, and needed so badly to fill its ever aching belly. It was close too, inside the building right in front of it. It knelt back on its hind legs and jumped through the plywood window cover, and pounced on the first thing it came to, a teeneage girl.

Damien was frustrated, though he knew how to use the Henry repeater, he preferred to use his axe. He strode outside, steel shark suit shining, and hefted his splitting axe. As a zombie came close, he slammed the blade of his axe into it's head with a satisfying sound.

Tom was taking down a 'zombie,' when Harrison wheeled around to see three coming at him, he shot one through the skull and knew he had only one shot left in the clip. Not enough time to reload. He had just seen Damien leave the church.

"Hey, come give me a hand!" he yelled as he shot the one closer to him.

Tom was taking down a 'zombie,' when Harrison wheeled around to see three coming at him, he shot one through the skull and knew he had only one shot left in the clip. Not enough time to reload. He had just seen Damien leave the church.

"Hey, come give me a hand!" he yelled as he shot the one closer to him.

"right there," Damien yelled, as he ran over to him.

"I'll watch your back if You watch mine." Damien said, drawing his steel mesh hood up, "I'll take care of these two."

As Damien stepped forward and swung his axe at the nearest, the other one jumped him, nocking him to the ground.

as it tried to bite at him. Damien did all he could to present his arms and hands, which where protected in the mesh, until.

Bamf, "Haha, headshot!" came the call from the bell tower.

Harrison was reloaded and Tom bounded over to help if he could. No need for help, as Damien had massacred the two remaining. Tom shook the blood from his coat and panted.

Kara let out an ear-splitting shriek as a stinking unwashed Infected crashed through a window and smashed down onto her. As she struggled, and let out another shriek, while saying, "GETOFFGETOFFGETOFFGETOFFGETOFF."

As it brought it's rotted teeth and putrid breath to try and take a bit out of her shoulder, she shouted again, "GET OFF," As she did so, the Infected found it self hurtling upward at speeds that were quite close to supersonic as it bashed through the ceiling and came down somewhere in the Atlantic.

Meanwhile, the dazed and drained Kara passed out.

It had been a bus driver (hint hint wink wink) when it had been alive, but now it was reduced to a walking, eating pile of flesh. It smell good living meat on the air, and needed so badly to fill its ever aching belly. It was close too, inside the building right in front of it. It knelt back on its hind legs and jumped through the plywood window cover, and pounced on the first thing it came to, a teeneage girl.

Aidan was on the other side of the church when he heard the zombie jump through. He turned and saw the ghoul attack Kara.

"No, Kara." he shouted, as he dropped his bow and pulled out his Bucknife, drawing it back to throw it at the Zombie. It was too close to Kara to use anything that could cause her to catch fire as well.

Kara let out an ear-splitting shriek as a stinking unwashed Infected crashed through a window and smashed down onto her. As she struggled, and let out another shriek, while saying, "GETOFFGETOFFGETOFFGETOFFGETOFF."

As it brought it's rotted teeth and putrid breath to try and take a bit out of her shoulder, she shouted again, "GET OFF," As she did so, the Infected found it self hurtling upward at speeds that were quite close to supersonic as it bashed through the ceiling and came down somewhere in the Atlantic.

Meanwhile, the dazed and drained Kara passed out.


The bucknife dropped from his hand as he watched the zombie go flying.

"Nice job Kara," he said, stunned.

Harrison heard the shriek from inside the church and sprinted inside, Tom on his heels. When he got there, all he saw was some broken boards and shingles around the young girl on the floor.

He collapsed into a pew, and Tom sat next to him his head moving from person to person with interest, his coat still red with blood.

ooc: Regenius frowned, they were supposed to retrieve keys from that walking corpse :(

Harrison heard the shriek from inside the church and sprinted inside, Tom on his heels. When he got there, all he saw was some broken boards and shingles around the young girl on the floor.

He collapsed into a pew, and Tom sat next to him his head moving from person to person with interest, his coat still red with blood.

Damien followed them in, and looked at where Kara, lay, "And she said there was no such thing as psionics."

<Thanks for the save hun, that shot was perfect>

Janine looked up and said, "She's a sniper, they should be." Then, she noticed everyone's strange looks. Confused, she asked simply, "What?"

It had been a bus driver (hint hint wink wink) when it had been alive, but now it was reduced to a walking, eating pile of flesh. It smell good living meat on the air, and needed so badly to fill its ever aching belly. It was close too, inside the building right in front of it. It knelt back on its hind legs and jumped through the plywood window cover, and pounced on the first thing it came to, a teeneage girl.

Aidan reflected on the uniform and thought out loud, "Great, he probably had keyes on him. Well, at least we know for a fact that there was a bus around here."

Aidan noticed the wolf's calm state and gathered up his weapons.

"Wait a minute..." he dove into his pack and pulled out a dull yellow book with rounded corners, "maybe this has something on hotwiring in it."

Janine looked up and said, "She's a sniper, they should be." Then, she noticed everyone's strange looks. Confused, she asked simply, "What?"

"How did you hear that, that was TP. I didn't think I broadcast it that widely." Damien said puzzled.

Janine looked at the man, "TP? You mean you didn't just say that aloud? I thought I heard it, though. Am I going crazy? I... don't... know."

She sat down in a pew, and held her forehead in her hands.

I felt something from the female on the wooden bench, she wasn't in heat, I could've smelled that, I didn't know what it was, kind of like the power I'd felt earlier, I watched her steadily.

Kara let out an ear-splitting shriek as a stinking unwashed Infected crashed through a window and smashed down onto her. As she struggled, and let out another shriek, while saying, "GETOFFGETOFFGETOFFGETOFFGETOFF."

As it brought it's rotted teeth and putrid breath to try and take a bit out of her shoulder, she shouted again, "GET OFF," As she did so, the Infected found it self hurtling upward at speeds that were quite close to supersonic as it bashed through the ceiling and came down somewhere in the Atlantic.

Meanwhile, the dazed and drained Kara passed out.

Aidan looked over at Kara, and walked over to her. He picked her up, and took her to a pew, where he laid her down on it, and covered her with his leather jakect.

"Damien, let's get out of here, we need to find that bus."

Aidan looked over at Kara, and walked over to her. He picked her up, and took her to a pew, where he laid her down on it, and covered her with his leather jakect.

"Damien, let's get out of here, we need to find that bus."

"Yeah, let's get out of here," Damien said, hefting his axe.

As the two stepped outside, Dmaien kept his senses open, searching for the hunger that meant a zombie was near.

Percy saw Damian and Aidan going to ge the bus, and said "Hey!, wait up, I'll come help you. 3 is better than 2 I would think."

When the attack had happened, Mark had merely leant his 'staff' and shotgun against the pew and drawn his sawn-off, it wouldn't be good at range but if any got into the church he would kill them easily enough, then switch to the 12-gauge if he didn't have time to reload. As it happened, only one made it through and as he was about to shoot it, it was blasted through the roof. He had raised an eyebrow, but hadn't been particularly surprised.

"Anymore out there?" He asked, if not he thought he had seen something fall from the zombie as it hurtled upwards, it landed on the roof and he was considering investigating, he began heading towards the door to the belltower that was mentioned earlier, they usually have ways onto the roof.

Percy said " I don't think there is anymore, but if there is youll hear someone scream."

"Fair enough, i'll keep an ear out, if anyone needs me i'm going for a walk" He said this as he began climbing the stairs to the belltower, looking for a door to the roof.

Percy replied "Alright, becarful up there. I think the Alina is up their, so she will see the zombies first."

"OK, this is getting weird." Sloan decided,. "Could somebody help me with these bags?!?" he asked desperatly, beating away zombies with a Jesus, broken off from a large crucifix.

Percy though that Sloan must have been seeing things because there was no more zombies." What the fuck are you doing, you cook, there is no more zombies man."