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IC:
Morning...Wednesday....*head hurts*

Elise Kinsley woke up with a hangover. Seven shots of cheap vodka in two minutes meant bad times. Eventually that would lead to worse times. She was in he level four BioMed lab when it happened. A broken beaker, a sliver of glass puncturing her envirosuit and nicking her foot, and the hangover hiding the pain. Class ended with no major side effect as this wasn't a class that wasn't cleared to handle hazardous substances...but there were still precautions involving the building. Elise wrapped up the rest of her day, went to a Toga Party, and home.

Thursday morning Elise arose to her roommate's screaming. The screaming was like a beacon as Elise grabbed her and began clawing and biting her old friend. She was only stopped when the RA opened the door and was devoured as well. Soon her entire dorm was either dead, infected, or undead. Thus the Zombies roamed the campus.

Wednesday Evening

Renee Martinson leaned back on the seat of the bike, looking up at the surrounding buildings. Failing was not something she was used to, and it was the end to a 'perfect' weekend. Dumped on her two year aniversary, unable to even obtain a decent buzz at any of the parties, and failing her history test. It wouldn't be to bad, but history was her major, and the junior was wondering if that was a sign.

"How do I fail a test in my own god damned major?" she asked, no in particular. She was parked on top of a three story parking garage, and was looking up at the stars, trying to figure out her life. Renee sighed audiably, shaking the worries of her world out.

"Oh well. Roll tide." Renee sat up on the bike, and grabbed her helmet. Moments later, she was piloting the Suzuki GSK-R 1300 down the highway. The Hayabusa screamed down the open road back towards campus, pushing the legal limits of speed at every point. She pulled back into the student parking lot, locked up the bike, and made her way back to her room, collapsing into bed.

Thursday Morning

Renee snapped awake at his alarm, pushing herself out of bed. Her room was empty for the time being, her room mate out to class already. Renee sighed, brushed her longish brown hair out of her face, and moved towards the computer desk. No new email, besides the usual subscription notices. She was about to grab her guitar and strum a bit before class, when the silence of the room was shattered by a loud scream outisde the room.

Renee rushed out into the hall, empty. She made his way down from the third story. Renee ran out of the building, looking for the source of the scream, comming out onto the grassy common area. She looked around, and noticed a sight that was strange to say the least. They appeared to be zombies.


"What the fuck?" Renee exclaimed, looking around at the student zombies trying to eat living students.

Thursday Morning

Sgt Nick Iria of the Trasian Biohazard Containment and Rescue Force sighed as he shouldered his AK-74, his light brown hair peaked out from underneath his black helmet, his uniform like his helmet was black as night, yet it resembled that of the United States Marines Corp, his ice-blue eyes scanned each member of the dropteam, there were two new 'greens' which is what they called the new kids, both were brothers, around 19 years old and both were Assault Specialist, meaning they handled Machine Guns and close combat, a Medic was acompanying them whose name was Garry, a blonde haired twenty-somthing year old who took no crap from anyone, he was armed with a Standard Issue Beretta, then there was the Sniper, a black-haired man who had brown eyes, foul and depressing attitude as well as impressive height at 6.2 ft, he held a large Sniper Rifle with armour peircing rounds just incase.

And finally, Nick's best friend and Lt, George Harrison, a 42 year old veteren who could always keep a cool head and handled a pair of Beretta's like a professional gunfighter, his green eyes seemed to stare right into your soul, all the soldiers wore the same uniform as Nick, except each one displayed their ranks accordingly.

They were currently seated in a Transport Chopper, painted black and bearing the emblem of the TBCRF proudly on it's side, another Chopper flew to it's right, carrying another team of TBCRF Specialists, their official mission was to investigate the 'outbreak' and rescue any survivors, however, Trasian Security Department, the offical Military of Trasia, give them undercover status with a different mission, obtain sufficient samples from the infected, destroy evidence of their involvement (kill witnesses of what their doing) and get out with the samples.

Nick looked down and saw their LZ, a field not far from the University were they would begin operations, they saw 'zombies' walking around looking for any survivors to 'feast on', he listened as George sat up and barked their orders.

"Alright maggots, this is a Classified Operation, no mention of our objectives to any outsiders and kill any who step in the way of your objective, Alpha Team is to locate the Samples, Beta Team will keep the LZ secured, we will meet back here in a day and attempt to evac, now under no circumstances are you to allow yourselves to be bitten or touched, we do not know how this bug spread so keep your distance, try to find one seperate from the others and take it down, understood maggots?!" he barked out, receiving a quick responce which Nick joined in "Sir! Yes Sir!" they shouted as one, the choppers landed and they ran down the ramps, the Both teams started to make mincemeat of the undead, clearing the field quickly, however, they would only beable to hold them off for the day, more were soon to come, Nick nodded to George as Beta Team quickly took sniper positions in a circle, covering all angles while most of Alpha Team assisted, George walked over to Nick and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Nick, i want you to get the samples, we will collect some from the ones we killed here, don't take any chances, Lethal Force has been authorized." he quietly stated as the Medic from Alpha Team and one of the greens started to collect blood samples from the corpses, they all had received headshots and wouldn't get back up, meanwhile the choppers lifted off and left the area quickly.

Nick nodded in return and shouldered his weapon, patting his side-arm which was in his holster underneath his right armpit, a Desert Eagle .50 Pistol, aka 'The Handcannon', the 27 year old nodded and started to walk towards the university he could see in the distance, he also saw several figures walking, heard screams...This would be interesting he thought as he walked with a grin.

OOC: Might want to change that to a pure rescue/search & destroy of infected. there's about 6 HVTs who live there that are related to Presidents and many sons of important senators and generals. Also remember this is more a survival thread and not a sanitation thread

IC: Jenna and Mlasha Miles woke up on Thursday to hear the moans of the undead. They looked outside their sorority house to see zombies roaming, devouring all life on the Quad. They grabbed their pistols and decided to call their close friend Kayleen, President Kowalski's daughter, and tell her to stay indoors until they could figure out how to make it across the Quad to the ROTC building and hole up until help arrives for the three most powerful teens in CM.

Mike Miles had just gotten back into town, his wife and new-born son were with the Kowalski's for a week. He was staying with his old buddies at Mallet when a call came through about the zombies. He quickly organized a posse of about ten armed men with some military training to go and clear the area. The rest were put up in the attic with food, water, weapons, and barricade items.

Michael woke up and yawned, stretching and rubbing his eyes. He always seemed to be tired in the mornings. Oh well, he told himself, at least we don't have Formation today. As he looked around the room casually, he noticed a figure silently standing over him.
"Hey," he shouted, "who the fuck are you!"
The being replied with a hollow moan, reaching out toward him. He realized then that it was his roommate, torn, twisted, and mutilated almost beyond recognition. With a quick roll, Michael fell over the other side of the bed and landed on his feet, already brandishing his lucky knife.
"Back off man," he said calmly, "I'll stab you in god damn eye if you don't cool it."
The creature made no attempt to cool it, so Michael made good his promise. Two quick stabs to the eyes, a third to the throat, and the body went down, twitching slightly. A firm kick to the head stopped that. Michael sheathed the knife, and then quickly dressed.
"I got to find out what's going on." He said to himself.
As he walked to the door he picked up his "shell", a black hoodie with the word "Disturbed" written on it.
"And now," he said in a jokingly narrative tone, "protected by his trusty shell, Turtle goes to face the... whatever these things are."
With a grim smile, he turned the door knob, and stepped outside.

Michael woke up and yawned, stretching and rubbing his eyes. He always seemed to be tired in the mornings. Oh well, he told himself, at least we don't have Formation today. As he looked around the room casually, he noticed a figure silently standing over him.
"Hey," he shouted, "who the fuck are you!"
The being replied with a hollow moan, reaching out toward him. He realized then that it was his roommate, torn, twisted, and mutilated almost beyond recognition. With a quick roll, Michael fell over the other side of the bed and landed on his feet, already brandishing his lucky knife.
"Back off man," he said calmly, "I'll stab you in god damn eye if you don't cool it."
The creature made no attempt to cool it, so Michael made good his promise. Two quick stabs to the eyes, a third to the throat, and the body went down, twitching slightly. A firm kick to the head stopped that. Michael sheathed the knife, and then quickly dressed.
"I got to find out what's going on." He said to himself.
As he walked to the door he picked up his "shell", a black hoodie with the word "Disturbed" written on it.
"And now," he said in a jokingly narrative tone, "protected by his trusty shell, Turtle goes to face the... whatever these things are."
With a grim smile, he turned the door knob, and stepped outside.

No particular time


“Shredded wheat. I’m going to have to start calling you Jack Charlton… You eat shredded wheat?”

“Huh?” the Doctor looked up from his experimenting, “Ah. Yes, I do. Good for the old hearts…” he said, and tapped his chest.

“Great and mighty Time Lord eats shredded wheat eh? So, are we going to, Y’know, go anywhere today?”

He pulled at a set of wires attached to crocodile clips, drawing them out of a drawer on the antique trolley he used for light electrical work, “What’re you doing anyway?” she asked.

“Adjusting the laser…” he said, patting his suspiciously ‘disco’ robot dog, “Fitting a reserve battery in,” he said, and picked up something the size of a typical gun clip, and then gesturing to the wire trailing receiver.

“I see,” Destrii said, “So… You want me to go and explore the inside of this ship some more?”

“Whatever you want,” he said, glancing up at the woman leaning on the railing looking down into the control room, “Unless something comes up…”

And then, it did.


Mid-day Wednesday


“I don’t know,” Destrii said, “How you can send messages to yourself and be so bloody vague.”

“I don’t know how and when I got back into the habit… Last time I did that, I had some wretch start stealing them, and found out I’d become dependant…”

“Okay. So… ‘University of Alabama… Wednesday forth, two thousand and thirty five…¹ Take a look around…’” Destrii said, fiddling with a golden pendant, checking her hands, “Could we not be so vague in future?”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” he said, looking around the room where they’d ‘landed’ “Everyone remember where we parked,” he said, taking a cylindrical device from his pocket, and waving it over the door, “Humm.. Rusted. On two… One, two…”

The door shot off its hinges, kicked from the inside, and the Doctor reached through, pressing the screwdriver to the padlock holding the door shut,

“What’s with all the dust down here anyway?”

“Humm…” the Doctor said, “Old coal cellar or something I’d guess. Kind of nook that no one’s found a use for yet,” he said, looking around the dark room, with its grimed up.

“Well, I’d rather be somewhere else. Some of us don’t have the most robust of lungs you know…”

“Nearly out,” he said, and pulled the door inwards, letting its chain rattle onto the floor. They went through, and the Doctor hummed to himself, “Blackmarlin, do me a favour… See if you can find the deep space monitoring department, there’s usually maps around these places… Destrii, see if you can find some newspapers, you know the usual kind of thing…”


A few minutes later, the three itinerants were walking across the campus as if they belonged there. To be fair, with an apparent love of armaments, ‘Frey’ fitted in best with the locals, the doctor seeming most eccentric.

“So, what precisely are we looking for?” Destrii asked.

“Your guess is as good as mine, but I’m going to hazard that it’ll be the usual kind of thing. Time disturbances. UFOs, disappearances, strange animal behaviour, you name it.”

“Nothing evident in that department. But hey, at least we’re out…”

The doors slid apart before them, and the doctor looked around, there was a desk, but no one there apparently. “Typical academia. Anyone can just walk in,” he said moodily, sinking his hands into his pockets, “Let’s see, stairs…”

“With the amount of guns in this place, I’d not be that worried about crime…”

“I would,” the Doctor said, “Anyway… let’s see… Labs…”


After several hours of fiddling around with computers trying to locate some kind of intrustion that might have caused him to send the message, he tossed the screwdriver down.

“What was that you palmed the guard off with anyway?” Destrii asked.

“Psychic paper. Nice convenient card size. Appeared to be a staff-card for Dr. James McCrimmon. Anyway… Anyone have any more ideas… Because I’m about out…”

“I think this has been… an interesting stop, but hardly anything’s happened…” Destrii said, “just a run of the mill place filled with boring people…”

“Maybe we’re early…” The Doctor said.


An hour later he found himself back in the ship, fiddling with the same bits and pieces as he had been in the morning, with ‘frey’ out furthering his quest to find something strong enough to drink himself to death on, and Destrii out somewhere emulating the gunslinger. The local radio played, and the vast and ever changing three-dimensional dome of the universe above the main console showed a few local TV stations, and that was how he got a rather rude awakening to why he was there the next morning…


Thursday morning


More than a few gunshots rang out across the campus, as the doctor climbed up the narrow concrete steps from the basement, having eventually fallen asleep where he sat, despite the gunshots, it was surprisingly quiet, no army yet, nor any great panic of people. “Well… not a wasted trip,” he said, ruefully, looking in the direction the commotion seemed to be coming from, “At least there’s that… Now I wonder if those delinquents came back in yet…”

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OOCness: ¹ - A guess based on CM's wiki. Obviously, replace with whatever date you fancy.

Thursday morning

Leo woke up to a moaning sound. Leo groaned and rolled over. His roommate, Frank, was laying on the ground, wrapped up in sheets. Leo rolled his eyes and got out of bed. "Again, man? Jesus Christ, you're like a little kid." When Frank looked at Leo, Leo could see that Frank's eyes had gone a sickly yellow. "CHRIST ON A CRUTCH!" Leo yelled, falling backward onto his bed. Frank started groaning and moaning, and Leo realized one thing.
"Cassie was right. There are zombies." Leo said. He kicked Frank in the face, and stepped over to his dresser. He pulled out his hunting knife, and his pack of throwing knives. He stepped over to Frank and said "Sorry, man." Leo pulled out three throwing knives, and buried them deep in Frank's skull. He pulled them out, and took out a lighter from Frank's drawer. He slowly, carefully, heated each one up to kill any disease they might have.
Then, Leo pulled out his cell phone. He dialed Cassie's number, and the phone rang.

* * *

Cassie's eyes popped open when she heard the phone ring. She picked it up and said "Yeah?"
Leo's voice came over. "Cassie, you were right. About the zombies." Cassie's eyes popped open and she said, "Meet me out in the back of my dorm in fifteen minutes."
"Alright." Leo said, and hung up. Cassie scurried around, picking up her backpack, a few pencils, some notebooks, some more knicknacks, and her two pistols. She hurried outside, watching out for zombies and for Leo.

Gunslinger with a capital G.

Blackmarlin/Frey had snooped around the local astronomy building for a time, taken a few photos with the small camera he'd taken to carrying, then simply...blended. It helped that his normally silver-blonde hair was presently a light shade of brown and his eyes, normally a grayish silver, were a sort of hazel-gray. Otherwise, it would've been a bit of a challenge, as it was...not so much.

He spent much of the day doing this, and the night, as well. Cruising bars -- he wasn't going to get drunk, the local booze could touch him, but he could talk to people. As mentioned, he was a -very- good actor, and the fact that he was an extremely fit and handsome individual who -appeared- to be in his early-mid twenties didn't hurt either.

That and the tasteful silver ear-clasp, in conjunction with the 'stylish' clothes - black - made him stand out from your regular college kid. He didn't look like a frat boy...he didn't really look like anything that you'd expect. He looked like a young professional who had money, maybe family money...and there was something about the way he walked.

It was a good night.

-Later-

Frey was heading back to the pre-arranged meeting point, having just completed a rather fruitful period of intelligence gathering...hah...when alarms started ringing in his head. Something wasn't right, there was a person moving towards him...and there was nothing friendly about the approach.

Frey turned around at a medium pace -- it'd take a pretty daft mugger to identify him as a mark, considering his height and muscle mass...and the way he walked...but.

"Listen, buddy, I don't know what you're trying to do...but...you don't want to try it on me. Alright?"

The individual showed no sign of comprehension. Further study identified the problem. The individual was deceased.

"Ahh...shit."

The walking dead were not an unknown quantity to the man who was, in fact, Captain Blackmarlin Rache, Interstellar Watch, formerly Warseeker Alpha Primus (Gunslinger Prime) of the Ascended Supremacy. Not unknown in the least. In fact, he knew perfectly well that they really, really pissed him off.

He'd spent almost too long, and the zombie's hand stretched out, reaching for him. Capabilities of this particular type of zombie were presently unknown, but presuming they were based on the host -- a medium sized, unremarkable hispanic female, right around nineteen or twenty -- this fight would be one-sided. Of course, that was true of most fights...

He didn't even bother going for the machine pistol in his shoulder-rig, and certainly didn't try for the 1076 in its ankle rig. No, he simply side-stepped, grabbed the zombie's outstretched arm...and tore it off. Said arm was promptly thrown into a wall.

Frey back-stepped, then pivoted about on one foot, smashing the back of his right fist into the zombie's jaw. It wasn't a very subtle move, but it fun, for about half a second. Then the little confrontation needed to end.

He set the strike up carefully. A magnificent roundhouse kick that had his foot intersect the zombie-woman's head...and the sound of the spine breaking was quite audible. After flooring the woman thusly, he would go done on one knee and remove his ankle holster, then stand and fix the holster to his belt -- it was designed to be versatile that way. Then he would flick the strap down and quick-draw the 1076 with a speed that would have seen even the best cowboy action shooters with their mouths wide open in awe.

Blackmarlin put two 10mm Glaser Safety Slugs -- 115 grain frangible bullets with a muzzle velocity of 1650 ft/sec -- into the zombie's forehead. The results were...impressive.

Blackmarlin de-cocked the Smith and holstered it, then set off at a jog towards the ship. He ran past the Doctor, his first priority being to retrieve his sword. That completed -- the sheathed blade was slung so that the hilt protruded over his left-shoulder, situated for the cross draw -- he would jog out of the basement and locate the aforementioned entity.

"By the pricking of my thumbs/something wicked this way comes...has Aquagirl made it back yet? As much as it pains me to say it, I fear that, short of breaking out the heavy weaponry, numbers may be our best chance at...well."

Blackmarlin took a deep breath. The short time he'd been in the company of the Doctor had had a discernable effect upon him -- most evident in his odd tendency to babble. Perhaps it was a response to his normally untalkative nature. Who knew. Whatever it was, he clamped down on it now -- it was not a change he was very much liked.

“Nice to see you too…” the Doctor said, watching ‘Frey’ dash down the stairs, in answer to one of his unspoken questions, Aquagirl, it seemed, wasn’t far behind in being convenient. She dived around the corner at full pelt, and jogged along the sidewalk, grinning. “You seen what’s going on up the road? It’s a really cool zombie infestation…

“Seriously. Proper zombies. I was like, wandering out of this bar with a group of the locals, and they’re all ‘zzzuuuur’ and ‘raaag’” she said, reaching out comically, hands hooked menacingly, “I honestly thought they’d go ‘baaaainnnssss’ at some point,” she added exuberantly.

“So anyway, they’re all screaming and running and I thought, ‘eh, wonder how they reproduce…”

“Always a good question. I’d be worried about the things figuring out guns too, given the amount of guns in this place…”

“Oh, yeah, they got shot at a bit, and I just decided to stay out of the way while that was on!”

“A good idea.”

“So, what’re you going to about it?”

“We, you mean.”

“Right. What’re we going to do?”

“I guess, offhand, we should try and find the cause, and help any survivors we can find to get away. That way?” he nodded.

Renee had fled campus at the first opportunity, the sight off classmates being eaten wasn't exactly what she was looking for. She made her way to the garage, sans helmet, but was good enough on the hyper bike to not need one right now. The zombies, if thats what they were, were easily enough handled. As the stumbled about, lunging randomly at what they thought was food, were simply walked around. Of course, Renee didn't walk but sprinted to the third story of the parking garage where she had left the bike.

She yanked the keys from her pocket, and fumbled, getting them into the ignition, and started the bike. The 'Busa barked to life, the Yoshimitsu exhaust emitting a pleasing growl. She rolled back, kickied the clutch, and rolled off slowly. She made her way towards the garage's exit. She had lined up with the exit, and slowly rolled on throttle as a zombie lunged out to grab her. Its hand missed, locking on to the rear fender.

"Fuck that!" she swore, and tore her wrist back, dumping throttle on the bike. The front wheel rocketed skywardand the rear wheel thrashed against the concrette, squeeling loudly. The bike roared forward, the echoing wail of the motor setting off car alarms throughout the garage. Renee exploded out of the garage, the arm of the zombie still hanging from the back of the back. She was hard on the brakes, slowing the bike before a turn. The snap acceleration shook the detatched arm free, and Renee came to a stop, trying to think of where to go.

She remebered some guy she had been seeing a while back had come for the ROTC program. She knew there was a building on campus for the ROTC program, and most likely they had a survival set up. She rolled off from the stop, and piloted the bike towards the ROTC center, hoping they had at least been able to set up something.

(Don't worry CM, they only terminate if civilians attempt to stop their sample-collecting objective, their not here to kill all the Zombies, just enough to get the samples, rescue some Civilians as a 'cover' and get out quickly. ;) )

Nick reached the Fence of the outter perimeter of the University , he could see and hear the Undead all over the area, he whistled 'Ode to Joy' to himself as he pulled out a pair of wire-cutters and started to slice through the Fence, his helmet also had a built-in Radio which he could communicate with his team with.

"This is Alpha 2, i have breeched the outter perimiter, beginning the Search for survivors and investigation." he whispered as he finished cutting, he drew his Desert Eagle once again and squeezed through the Fence carefully.

The reply was as in a loud shouting voice he Identified as George

"Roger Alpha 2, hurry it up, we have a LARGE amount of company which we are barely holding off, just finish your investigation and get out ASAP, be adviced, TSD HQ is getting impatient, Delta squad has been ordered to the Area by Huey Chopper, they will rapple down ropes near your location and help clear the area, just investigate the area and try not to engage the enemy until they arrive, Alpha Leader out." he barked, Nick could hear the usual comm-chatter between members of both squads, requests for backup, ammo and sightings of Zombies in different directions.

Nick nodded as he put away his pistol and unshouldered his AK-74, this is not the first time they have dealt with Zombies, a Military Research and Development Facility was once contaminated by a virus that transformed most if not all into the living dead, only 20 out of the originial garrison of 654 were left alive, Nick hoped that it would not end up like that mission, it was a nightmare for the squad.

He was 2 'blocks' away from the ROTC Center, that was his next destination, he raised his weapon up infront of him and moved out slowly, keeping a sharp eye out for any zombies.

He saw large groups of about 20 heading towards him, he cursed as he dropped down to one knee and opened fire, trying to get headshots, two of them went down from a short burst to the heads, however the rest kept on heading towards him, as he continued to fire, some hitting in the chest and making acouple fall onto their backs temporarily, several more fell to headshots, one even got hit in the kneecap and had to crawl due to a shattered kneecap, he radioed the Squad leader to inform him of his situation.

"Alpha Leader this is Alpha 2, i have made contact with 20+ Undead, proceeding with sanitization, Alpha 2 out." he calmly stated as he pulled out his only Frag-Grenade, pulled the pin out with his teeth and threw the 'nade into the center of the group and ducked down behind a broken down car that was to his right, the grenade went off with a loud 'bang' as the zombies were blown to peices due to their proximity, one was torn in half and kept crawling towards Nick.

He got out from cover and took careful aim with his rifle.

"Target aquired, undead Zombie, proceeding with sanitization." he whispered as he pulled the trigger, a burst of AK fire riddled the body and head with bullets as Nick finished it off, he let his gun droop towards the ground in his right hand while his left went to the left side of his helmet so he could hear the radio chatter better.

"Alpha Leader, this is Beta Leader, Gamma Squad ETA is 4 minutes, but we may need to regroup with Delta, there is heavier resistance then Intel suggested, we have already had to pull back from positions Alpha and Beta, we will go around the hoard and regroup at Waypoint Charlie near the ROTC building." was a crisp 40 year old's voice that spoke, George replied a second after.

"Affirmative, we will regroup as planned, Alpha 2, meet us at the ROTC building and start clearing the area, Alpha Leader out." he spoke. Nick sighed as he started to jog down the road, now clutching his rifle in both hands, it was days like this when he regretted joining the TBCRF...

Late thursday evening.


Three gunshots sounded, and then a gurgling sound. Cassie relaxed her grip on the firearm, then turned toward Leo. "Well, where should we go?" Leo asked. Cassie looked at him and said, "ROTC bunker."

Leo nodded and said "Solid choice." They took off through the shadows, running as silently as possible, using the back alleys. Soon, they approached the ROTC bunker. They sat behind a behind. Leo turned to her. "I'll keep a lookout for a few hours. get some sleep.

Jenna and Mlasha looked outside. There was an electric golf cart there plugged into the wall, and they called back Kayleen, telling her to be prepared to jump out of her window with all her gear. The girls arrowed the only zombie around it and they lowered themselves with a set of sheets with the guns and some food. The rest of the stuff was thrown into the bed of the (thankfully working)cart and they rushed to get Kayleen who had shot fifteen zombies already while waiting for her friends. She jumped in back and started shooting from the rear while Jenna drive and Mlasha shot any zombie approaching from the right. And wouldn't you know it, right in the middle of the Quad, a quarter mile from the BOM (Bureau of Mines--where the ROTC program was). Easily three hundred zombies were between the girls and their destination, and there were some other men running towards the same destination in Tactical Black.

Three generations removed from those who had passed from history and into legend, just three and she was the last of her people and she but still a child by their recogning, though she had lived thrice three millennia...

Kali Solar, as she was known in these times, woke with a brutal hangover. She might have drunk the obnoxious Dr. Choppin under a table and left him there to stew in his own arrogance, but she was now paying the price. " I should know better, just should have kicked him in the nuts..." She muttered then fell silent as strange sounds came to her currently overly sensitive ears

However she couldn't think the sound - a strange, hollow moaning - was a manifestation of the pounding headache venting it's wrath on the inside of her skull. It was coming from outside the pricey three storey brownstone she was renting, or so it seemed. She staggered out of the California king bed over to the bow window and peeked out through the blinds. "Bright Light" she moaned happily as the sun's light struck her full in the face. She smiled as the headache began to lessen beneath the bennison of her race's progenitor deity.

However across the road on the greensward of the university campus, dotted here and there with venerable oaks and carefully tended gardens...

Bodies - definitely and bloodily deceased - and others feasting on them

Smile fled, the sight had her staggering backwards as she tried to take in what she had seen. ' Oh blight and bother! I think I saw a freaking zombie" Kali muttered in a sing song reminescent of old tweety bird cartoons. Peeking back out the window she swallowed hard and said in a slightly sick voice "I did! I did" There was absolutely no joy in her pronouncement.

Stepping back once again from the window Kali thought furiously. She hadn't been affiliated with the university for long, she'd barely gotten to know the TA they'd assigned her and had had little interaction with any of the students taking her classes on cultural mythology. She had no real reason to head into the campus - However staying holed up in the brownstone wasn't in her nature. Her people had always been a warrior race.

Kali took enough time to take a thorough shower - being stiff, achey and smelling of sweated out alcohol wouldn't help her but being clear headed and thought through would. Packing four large duffle bags, with what she considered to be the best survival kit she could throw together, she tossed them in the back of her battered Range Rover.

She gathered up what she really considered necessary next - Her custom made Holland and Holland and all the ammo she had for it, some hundred rounds of 465H & H. Then the massive Desert Eagle, a real hand cannon in 50 Action Express-Kali had laid out a fortune for extra mags - ten in fact and all were loaded. She had stronger wrists than one might guess... Both were probably over kill when it came to zombies but Kali didn't want to take any chances. Never having been caught in a zombie out-break before - she pretty much assumed that in not being human she'd probably be immune to what ever had caused it - she prefered not to take chances. Kali liked her enemies "most thoroughly dead thank you"...'I wonder if I could find a flame thrower' she shrugged and set the notion aside as unlikely, despite the sheer number of weapons she'd noticed to be found about the university.

The shower had giver her time to think and plan - Kali remembered seeing the ROTC building off of the main quad. 'If I remember correct it's building 116 on the map... so University to Colonial to Capstone' She thought as the classic Range Rover's big engine caught. "Survivors will probably head there" she muttered to herself and she tightened the seat belt. Thumbing the remote set the garage door to raising. The motor noise of the metal door sliding up hid the groans of the zombies outside it, but they were clearly visible in Kali's rearview mirror. The Holland and Holland was loaded and muzzled down in the passsenger seat, the DE in her lap, extra mags in a shoulder bag on the passenger seat.

She floored the Range Rover visciously, backing over the pair of mobile corpses remorselessly with as much speed as she could get. She banged into the wooden fence on the far side of the alley way but that didn't seem to put any extra dents into the rugged vehicle. The dead duo however had become so much road kill. Turning the wheel sharply she shifted from reverse into drive and barreled along the alleyway. Turning right Kali floored the heavy vehicle's gas pedal once again, determined not to let any zombie stop her and damned little else.

She was doing nearly fifty by the time she entered the university grounds and had realized that useing the Range Rover as a battering ram to road kill zombies might not be the best thing if the animated stiffs could be avoided - the Range Rover might take a beating and keep on going but better not to dent it unless absolutely necessary.

Kali slowed somewhat and wove past the jerkily moving revenants managing to avoid them as she drove deeper into the campus. However as she reached where Colonial teed into University she could see that the quad was thick with zombies, and there were others heading for the ROTC building as well - Most noteably a woman on a fast looking mortocycle, three girls in a slow moving golf cart and some guys in your basic black attack suits...

and the zombies had noticed them as well...

Renee leaned forward on the Hayabusa, tucking in low under the air flowing around the bike. The Hayabusa had been one of the first motorcycles to be totally slippery in the air, giving it almost perfect aerodynamics and ease in obtaining its incredible velocities.

The bike growled as she rolled on the throttle, rocketing down one of the few open stretches. The speedometer jumped rapidly, and as she approached a turn, she jammed hard on both the front and rear brakes, leaning the bike over, and sliding the rear tire into another zombie. With another hard throttle punch, the bike stood back up, and Renee rocketed off again.

It took minutes at most for Renee to roll up to the ROTC building, and she jumped off the bike, leaving it close to the door. She yanked the keys out of the ignition, keeping them on her incase she needed to use them for a weapon. With a tug, she yanked open the door to the ROTC building, and began looking for a place to hold up and wait for a rescue.

Nick met up with a small group from Beta Squad, a Medic, a Sniper and their Captain who went by the name Peter Benak, a 40 or so year old veteren like George was, his greying hair was kept under tight control underneath his helmet while he totted a AK-74 like Nick did.

Nick saluted while the older man saluted back with a scowl on his face.

"At ease soldier, we have problems, Sergeant, i am sorry, but the other members of Alpha team did not make it, we were ambushed by a very large group of infected, George and the rest of his team didn't make it, i lost several members of Beta team getting away, listen, we must continue the mission, our medic has the samples, now we must wait for Gamma Team to arrive at the ROTC building." he grufly spoke as he shouldered his weapon.

Nick cursed softly and shook his head, this was turning into a nightmare from the dephs of hell, he had been with Alpha Team for several years, to hear that they were crushed by the undead hoard was a shock to his mind and lowered his confidence, he shook himself out of his greif and nodded stiffly.

"Yes sir, i'v scouted the area out, there are several survivors, all apparently heading for the ROTC building, i am afraid i was unable to clear the area however, there are too many Undead, we will have to pick up the pace inorder to avoid the bulk of their force." he informed his superior grimly.

Peter nodded and looked back, several yards away he saw some of the Undead were stumbling towards them, he looked left and right and saw slightly further away that they were comming in from both sides, Nick noticed this as well and nodded, turning and starting to run down the street while the rest of the team followed behind him, Nick suddenly fell as one of the closer Zombies he had not noticed grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed down, making him fall to the pavement as he quickly turned his body so he could face his attacker, a Zombie fell upon him and attempted to bite at his neck, Nick quickly let go of his Rifle and used both hands to grip the Zombie by the shoulders and push back, keeping it away from his neck, His teammates looked on with horror except for Peter who simply strode up to the Zombie, took out his Beretta and shot it in the head, spilling coagulated blood and bone-shrapnel onto Nick's uniform, with disgust and a frowning face Nick pushed the corpse off him and got up quickly, grabbing his weapon as he stood.

With a nod of gratitude he nodded to Peter while looking around, he saw the Bunker ahead, gaining slight confidence he started to walk towards it when he noticed somthing, Zombies were pouring out from the alley's, streets and buildings, heading towards them, he heard Peter cursing in Trasian, the Medic was praying to his God while the Sniper merely smirked and took careful aim at one of the further ones with his large silenced Sniper Rifle, Nick couldn't tell what make it was, but it was a rather...powerful rifle judging from when he shot, the force of the hit made the head of the Zombie snap back and fall to the ground hard, Nick started running with the rest of the team towards the bunker, narrowly dodging a swipe of a Zombie's hand and several attempts at grabbing, in the distance he saw the Chopper with Gamma Squad...They only had to stay alive until they got here...

cKali watched as the cycles rider used the trim bike to take down a zombie just before reaching the ROTC building.

'nice move Kali thought then she cursed as she noticed the group of soldiers all but surrounded by the revenant horde ass they too neared the building.

And the three girls in the golf cart would be in trouble quickly given the sheer weight of zombie numbers, and the vulneralbility of their chosen mode of transportation. Golf carts just hadn't been designed for such circumstances.

The road before her was temporarily clear of zombies at the moment and she braked the Range Rover to a screeching halt. The roof had been customed with a sun roof and as Kali threw the range rover into park she reached up and slid it open. Grabbing the Holland and Holland and a box of rounds she stood taking her head and shoulders above the vehicle. Taking aim at the zombies nearest the golf cart she let half a breath out and oulled the front trigger.

The right barrel fired, the massive 465 Nitro Express searing out of the chamber with it's authoritative thunderstroke of sonic fury. Near the golf car a zombies head exploded. Kali smiled in satisfaction, she hadn't lost her touch. Sighting in carefully once again she pulled the rear trigger and reached out and let the three and a half inch finger of final death destroy another zombies cranium.

As she broke the Holland and Holland open to reload she hit the horn with her knee and shouted hoeping to catch the attention of the three young women in the golf cart.

"Hey!! Over hear, Let me give you a lift! I'm faster, more protected!"

Blackmarlin shrugged his shoulders lightly, "Seems like a good direction. I suppose that I should deduce from the way you're staring at me and not moving that I've been volunteered to lead the way."

He appeared pensive for a moment, then resigned. So be it. The gloves came out of the pockets of his long-coat. It took almost a minute to put them on -- the fit had to be perfect, lest they become utterly useless. Rogue that he was, Blackmarlin Rache still believed in craftsmanship.

Really, all the gunfire and chaos seemed to have a calming effect upon him -- unsurprising. He was after all, a Gunslinger. Now, with gloves on, he checked the lay of the 1076's holster -- it wasn't a proper rig, and his draw time suffered by a few instants because of it...but not so much that anybody'd notice. On this planet.

"Do try not to get separated from the group, hmm?"

Then he was off, purposefully having shortened his stride so as to allow the other two to keep up with him -- it wasn't his height, so much as it was that he took large steps.

Now, exactly where he was headed...well...he didn't have a clue. Towards the loudest gunfire was the general idea, one supposes...

It was a shame he didn't have his grenades with him, really. Damned shame. A few tracer grenades, even the crappy 'closest thing' Revenian version of the Guardian Temple originals...would have been truly amusing.

Unfortunately, it was nothing but a wish. With Sal in on of her moods and not speaking to him...well...that he had more than one change of clothes was a bit of a minor miracle. Explosives were simply not going to happen.

Shame, though.

The girls scrammed into the Range Rover (which was almost as good as a jeep) with their guns and duffel bag of goodies. This banged up rover was like a Godsend, and more zombies were falling with each passing bullet. The men in black seemed capable of handling themselves but Jenna screamed "FOLLOW US! WE KNOW OF A BUNKER TO BARRICADE IN!" the Rover drove over to the BOM and the four unloaded, with the range rover barricading the parking lot's entrance while the three girls cleared the camo clad zombies in their way. The four women entered the building, Jenna in front with her pistol at the ready, and ran into a few zombies before meeting Renee and explaining about the bunker.

OOC: Sorry didnt reilize it was closed... I'll remove my post if you want
IC:The Northern Baltic Ambassador watched through the bulletproof window of the embassy the chaos taking place in the streets below. The news channels had gone dead about an hour ago and the power went a few minutes ago. He heard a stomp of feet up the stairs and he said, "There here for me." He put his Nagant Model 1895 pistol to his head and was prepared to pull the trigger when the door crashed down and members of the Embassy Security force walked through the door.
"Thank God!" he said putting his pistol into his pocket.
"Mr. Ambassador, we're going to need you to come with us."
"So you have a way out of this hell hole?"
"Not exactly sir..."
"But you MUST have a way out of here! You're my security team!"
"Listen sir. Our plan is to drive to the local airport and fly a plane out of here. We have 6 bulletproof Land Rover Range Rovers with mounted Kord machine guns in the garage. Our personal are holding off whatever the hell you want to call these things off until we get there."
They reached the garage where the rest of the security team was barracaded around a BMP-3 which was parked a few feet behind the entrance and exit of the garage.
"You found him?"
"Yes sir. Here he is sir."
"Col. Napin?"
"Ambassador it is good to see you! Now get into the car and we can get you back to your family."
The Ambassador got in the car and the rest of the Security team went into either the Range Rovers or the BMP 3. The BMP 3 then drove out into the street followed by the Range Rovers. The BMP 3 was going to make the shorter route to the airport while the Range Rovers were making the longer, easier route to see if they could pick up any survivors.

Renee had been hiding behind an overturned table, leaning back against the bottom of the barrier. She had contemplated running back out to her bike and using it to escape, but chances were if the out break was here, it was elsewhere as well.

She heard voices, human, non zombie voices, and stood from behind her barrier. There was a group of people, three other students whom she didn't recognize, and the professor of one of her classes. "Hey," she shouted, waving. "Over here!"

She climbed out over her table, and started walking towards the group. "Ok," she said, her slight Texas accent comming out in her fear. "What the hell is going on?"

Narrowly avoiding yet another Zombie swipe Nick as well as the rest of his team crossed the parking lot, going directly for the enterence, Peter was at the rear, covering the Medic and Sniper as they followed Nick, the Chopper landed ontop of a building a block away, they couldn't rappel down due to the high amount of hostiles in the area, the team instead bunkered down in a building and started to clear the building of Undead and collect their samples, Nick reached the door and entered the building, the women were not far ahead, but that was not his concern right now, the Medic and Sniper passed by him and took up covering positions behind him while Nick shouted for Peter to hurry up.

"Sir, i must close the door so get in now!" he shouted to the older man, Peter nodded and ran faster, however the area was soon filled with Zombies and they managed to grab ahold of him, Nick cursed loudly in Trasian as the Captain fell and started to scream in pain and agony as they tore into his flesh, Nick shut the door just intime, he locked the door and fell onto his rear, panting from fear and still cursing.

"Smitta!" he cursed in his native tongue as he got up and brushed himself off, the screams of Peter soon died out as the moans of the undead filled his ears.

He looked to the Medic who was sweating in pure fear while the Sniper merely took out a Cig and lit it up with a saddistic smirk, Nick scowled at him, only to get a condecending smirk in return....

Kali had followed the three girls inside, after tossing the heavy duffle bags in through the doors and carrying in her weapondry and extra ammo. She'd gone though another clip in the DE and had taken a minute to change out to a fresh one. She had not reholstered the powerful hand canon, it was still in hand as she turned at the sound of the voice of the woman who had ridden the motorcycle.

"What the hell is going on?"

Kali remembered the face, if not the name that went with it - one of her students. "Zombies of unknown origin. More mobile and reactive than most, or so it seems."

She half turned to watch the military men make it to the safety of the ROTC bunker, though they had lost people on the way over.

the Sniper merely took out a Cig and lit it up with a saddistic smirk,

Only to lose it as Kali stepped over and flicked it from his lips. "It's a no smoking building." Her tone was light but her stance was ready for any hostile reaction from the strange soldier. His gear and markings were not of a county she was familiar with and that surprized and angered her. "This outbreak your doing - an attack on CM?" She asked bruskly, addressing, but not looking at the one who had fallen while closeing the door. Her eyes she kept on the one who has smirked so sadistically.

The Sniper merely frowned when she flicked his Cig away, he ignored her by turning to the Medic and talked in Trasian, Nick, seeing that his...companion was not going to give the lady her answers spoke for him while getting up.

"Miss, we did not do this, we are merely here to help and find out why this happened, several similar outbreaks have happened in Trasa in the past and we are here to determine if there is any potential risk of Trasa being infected by the same thing as here, we are not here to start a war, hell, several days ago i was enjoying vacation in my hometown..." he whispered to her, his voice neutral, still recovering from most of Beta Squad and almost all Alpha being wiped out, he continued to speak while giving her a nod.

"Forgive me for not introducing myself, i am Nick, Sergeant of the Trasian Biohazard Containment and Rescue Force, normally we only operate within Trasa, however our government decided to assist if possible by getting anyone alive out, i admit that we have NOT done a good job sofar, we were...overconfident...We underestimated the sheer numbers of the undead..." he spoke as he looked to the sniper who had picked up his cig and outted it, putting the mostly unused poison-stick into his vest pocket while shouldering his rifle, when he spoke it was oddly cheerful and almost bordered on cheerful insanity.

"Well kiddies, now that we'v had tea and had a lovely discussion how about we get away from the pretty little door and somwhere safe from our nice friends outside eh Nickie?" he cheerfully spoke, Nick scowled, it was as if the man was mocking him, he calmly turned to the lady and nodded.

"Listen, we'll stay here and keep an eye on the door, you just get yourself to safety." he spoke before pausing, he took off the Medic's handheld Radio and handed it to her.

"If you should need backup just radio me, i'm a decend tracker and should beable to locate you intime to render assistance." he softly spoke, while he was sure she could handle herself he did not feel that she should be allyless, in this crisis, all the survivors had were eachother...They would have to help one another inorder to get through this ordeal, the Sniper whose name engraved on his vest said 'Albert Liriak' spoke in an almost mockingly cheerful tone to Nick after he handed the radio over.

"Trying to impress sombody Nickie?" he simply and yet cheerfully spoke, Nick frowned deeply and growled at the insubordinate Corporal, he could tell it was a corporal by the stripes on his uniform.

"Listen Liriak, your about 2 milimeters away from getting your ass shot off, so make yourself useful, get Meds to help you barricade the door with somthing." he growled out, the sniper cheerfully smiled and said "I like it when you talk dirty." before walking down the hall, dragging the medic by his ear, Nick put his left hand to the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply.

"Twenty-Seven and i'm already getting too old for this shit..." he softly commented as he turned his attention back on the door, reloaded his Rifle and took aim, ready to shoot incase the door failed...

Mlasha slapped the sniper before chastising him, "Any sniper worth his rifle knows not to smoke. It gives your position away, especially with zombies that can smell ten times better than humans, as well as kills you night vision when you really need it. From now on, no smoking. Also, take your team and eliminate anything that even looks pasty from this building. We're going to gather supplies from the armory to the bunker and organize the CD supplies until help arrives. If SOP holds, all communications will be lost in an hour and active jamming will ensue. Also, when you get a chance, fly the standards upside down to signal our presence to any humans."

The Sniper merely smiled after the slap and chuckled.

"I only smoke indoors, and you are talking to the wrong person if you want things done, Nickie over there is higher rank, if you want us to do anything you'll have to talk to him, be careful, he's grumpy" he cheerfully states as he continued to drag the Medic off, Nick listened to the Radio Chatter form Gamma Team in a nearby building, trying to glean information from the chatter of what's going on outside.

"Gamma Leader this is Gamma 3, First Floor has been secured, all infected have been cleared and the enterence has been barricaded, proceeding with primary objective."

"Gamma Leader, this is Gamma 7, i have found Medical supplies on the second floor that we could use to treat Gamma 8's scratches, i'v taken him to a small First-Aid station on the second floor near the supplies and am treating him now, stubborn bastard however refuses to let go of his Rifle."

"Gamma 3, this is Gamma 5, please tell me that's a boot, that'd better be a boot!"

"Gamma 5, quit your bitching, if you think it's merely a boot peeking at you from around the corner then it's a boot, jackass...Gamma 3 out."

"Gamma squad, this is Gamma Leader, i have found Alpha Squad's Locator beacon...It's in the middle of the Hoard...We will have to assume their either dead or split up, i am picking up Alpha 2's signiture on my OPSAT in the ROTC building, however we cannot reach it due to the number of walkers in the area."


"Hey Gamma 2, how's the weather on the rooftop sweetheart?"

"Shut up Gamma 6, or i'll tell all of Delta squad back home about your little 'accident', Gamma 2 out!"

Nick sighed, Gamma Squad was the oddest bunch he had met, but they did a damn good job in any situation...dispite their constant bickering...he continued to watch the door and listen on their chatter as they went about securing their building.

Zombies of unknown origin. More mobile and reactive than most, or so it seems.

"So zombies, seriously. What, is this like, a video game or something. I thought zombies are all a bunch of myths or something?"

She watched the goings on around her, the speaking of military snipers, the shooters, the three other students that were well armed. She could understand the men in black, but students as well.

"Wait, am I like, the only one here that isn't some military shooter or something? And what the hell are we gonna do about zombies." She paused for a minute, looking at her bike. She had made sure to lock it up before comming inside, so no one would knock it over or steal it. She wanted to ask 'what about my bike', but didn't. Renee doubted it would go over well.

i am Nick, Sergeant of the Trasian Biohazard Containment and Rescue Force,

"Dr. Kali Solar, visiting professor of anthropology." She introduced herself in turn.

"Listen, we'll stay here and keep an eye on the door, you just get yourself to safety."

She took the handheld Sergeant Nick offered her but shook her head at the suggestion that he and the other soldiers should stay behind.

One of the young women slapped the sniper and that made Kali grin slightly as he was roundly chastised Also, take your team and eliminate anything that even looks pasty from this building.

"Wait, am I like, the only one here that isn't some military shooter or something? And what the hell are we gonna do about zombies

"Sergeant Nick, her suggestion is probably the best. We" Kali nodded to the student she recognized but still couldn't put a name to "can barricade doors. You and your men are combat trained, while I doubt either of us has anything more than hunting experience and we should gather back together as soon as posssible."

And finally the name came to her "Renee, I've never personnally never had the exrtremely dubious pleasure of being around a zombie outbreak, I have studied footage and survivor written reports of them. And yes while most countries try to heavy handedly suppress outside knowledge of such, the truth can never be fully concealed.

'If it's dead and mobile we kill it twice." Her voice was completely matter of fact. "What I wouldn't give for a few flame throwers..asnd more importantly than anything..." Her voice trailed off as she looked around the spacious lobby of the venerable two story brick building, with it's numerous ground floor windows (http://tour.ua.edu/tourstops/asprograms.html) "all these lovely windows will be just secondary doors."

Her voice took on full professiorial authority. "Sergeant get moving and clear this damn building. Renee, lets shove that desk infront of this door and get my bags and ourselves to that bunker they mentioned. I think that would be our best options."

Renee nodded. She was having a hard time accepting zombie really existing, but she would deal. There wasn't much of a choice. Renee waited as her professor and the military types exchanged chatter, and then jumped to her feet.

Renee, lets shove that desk infront of this door and get my bags and ourselves to that bunker they mentioned.

Renee nodded, and walked over to Solar. "Alright then, lets get after this."

“I’m thinking that what we really need to see about doing is examining one of the infected people,” the Doctor said, and followed Blackmarlin around one of the corners. “Well,” he said, “This is a cliché…” he looked at the zombies, just outside the building with the Reserve Officer Training Corps gear in it. “Anyone got any objections to getting their attention?” he waited a moment, and hearing none, grinned, “I say!” he shouted, “I’m contemplating a career change! Could one of you people come and tell me about the exciting possibilities of being a brainless monster?”

A number of the zombies turned, and began to walk towards the group.

“Ugly motherfu-” Destrii said.

“Language…” the Doctor cautioned.

“What are we, Parental Guidance?”

“We’re polite and dashing and ever so slightly smug champions of both the established order and the common man, where appropriate. And we’re wandering nobility with far too much time on our hands, too. None of which require the use of vulgarisms. These are… Singularly unattractive victims of a disturbing disease…”

“Okay, they’re singularly unattractive. I mean, what is that, blood?”

“Both theirs and their victims’ I suspect. From the pallour, I think their skin is significantly thinner, note how it’s a wet pink colour, rather than the kind of white you get in albinism… And ow…”

Blackmarlin smacked him behind the head, resulting in the Doctor’s dark hair.

“What was that for?”

“You talk far too much…” the Gunslinger said.

“Oh right,” The Doctor said, “Yeah… Let’s run.”


The group turned, as one, and ran at full pelt – Blackmarlin first, Destrii second, and the Doctor coming last - down the street.

They skidded around a corner in the seemingly tranquil and arboreal campus.

“Right… Now…” the Doctor said, fishing something out of his seemingly ever-full pockets, and flicking a switch. “Let’s have a look and see when they’re going to get here…” it was a glorified squared off monocle in a device the size of a large mobile telephone. “Or not… As this thing isn’t working… Never mind…” he stuck his head around the corner, “Right… One of them… coming along the wall…”

“One?” Destrii asked.

“Yes. It looks like only one in about twenty’s reasonably quick.”

He took a step back, and waited. There was a kick to the midriff, a grabbing of limbs, and a few grunts, and between them his two companions had it held.

“Strong bastard…” Blackmarlin said, despite not appearing more than minimally troubled. “You mind if I break its neck?”

“I’d rather you didn’t…” The Doctor said, fishing the cylindrical device he’d had before and pointing it at the snarling zombie’s face, pointing the butt at one of the eyes and giving it a slight twist, shining a powerful light into the eye. He switched to each side, looking carefully at the lack of change in dilation in the eyes, before pointing a spiky-protrusion at the zombie’s mouthparts…

“Oh, nasty. It’s definitely a virus. Short onset time, it’s in the saliva at least… And it’s in the blood, and probably tissue fluid. It could be tailored, that would explain the sallow skin, prolonged contact might transmit the infection…”

Blackmarlin didn’t seem amused.

“Not through clothes though,” the Doctor added, “The brain activity’s shockingly low… They’re really not up to much in the mental department… Amazing… Complete re-write of the circularatory system… They can breathe through the skin, after a fashion, which is why it’s so clammy… They’ll probably need a massive water intake… Shocking retroviral capability for this time period… Probably wasn’t intended to behave this way. It could be a retroviral therapy for treating something like cystic fibrosis gone terribly wrong…”

“Might want to get a move on…” Destrii said, peering around the corner anxiously…

“Right… Can you find anywhere to put her?”

“No…” she said…

The Doctor sighed, looking into the relaxed, wide, eyes of the debased woman as she howled at him… “Kill her…” he said, staring, wanting to look away but not letting himself miss the demise of what had once been a living, breathing human being, with all the hopes, fears, loves and irritants that came with that status.

After careful thought and consideration of his 'orders' he agreed, they had all the samples from Beta and Delta Squad so all they had to do was wait for the extraction team, the Trasians had their own plan of escape, they would escape the city by any means nessesary, even if it means civilian safety, a LZ was located 1 KM outside the city, a small team of Trasian Security Division Operatives had set up a small base there to 'monitor' the rate of infection and also a small contigent of TSD Black Guard Troops had made the base pratically impossible for the Undead hoards to even approch, Anti-Infantry Mines, Barbed Wire, tripwires wired to pull the pin of a Frag 'nade hidden nnearby, even acouple of small pits with wooden spikes at the bottom, the top covered in a small-medium pile of leaves, just enough to cover the hold and yet not fall inside.

The Extraction Plan was to Get out of the City WITH the samples and 'surviviors', seperate the Biohazard Members from the normal populous and debreif them once the samples had been sent to TSD R&D.

Nick sighed as he got up and turned to Kali with a nod.

"Very well, but i suggest you refrain from slappin Albert, although he seems harmless it is a lie, i'v seen that face before on that saddistic bastard when he's gonna kill sombody, just...be careful when dealing with him..." he whispered while Albert sighed , withdrew his combat knife and started to get the dirt out from under his nails with that same smile on his face...

The Medic, known as Daniel Trelane, edged as close as he could to Nick without invading his private space yet far enough from what the young man deemed 'a Psycopath...'.

Nick turned to the others and nodded.

"Albert, Daniel, clear the building of walkers, watch eachother's backs, don't touch anything, that means you Ablert." he growled the last part out, Albert merely smiled brightly and walked down the hall with the Medic, now holding the large Sniper Rifle infront of him while the Medic pulled out his Beretta, Nick sighed as he let himself hit the wall and slink down it.

"Why do i feel as if i just let the wolf go after the lamb with a 'All-You-Can-Eat' sign on the lamb?" he asked with slight humour in his voice. he set his rifle down beside him and took out his Desert Eagle .50, examining it for damage or blood from when he had to run through the hoard...He got up with the pistol in hand, he handed the Rifle over to Kali and nodded.

"Here, this gun will not work well in these quarters, i'd better stick to small arms fornow, just put it anywere you think will be useful." he whispered as he walked down the hall where his teammates dissapeared off too, he could hear gunshots, a Rifle and a Beretta, Albert was most likely having a hell of a time here...Keeping both hands on the powerful Pistol he walked forward, keeping a sharp eye out for anything out of the ordinary in the shadows or anything at all...

Blackmarlin frowned, then tossed the afflicted female up against the wall of whatever it was they were standing behind. It was a light toss, and before she could even bother to start acting, he was before her, pinning her to the wall with one hand, by the neck. Uncomfortable, painful even, but...meh.

Then, using his knee and free hand, he proceeded to break all four of her limbs. It wasn't hard...for him. This completed, he would then, still holding said female more-or-less by the neck, step out around the corner, locate a nice convenient power line or tall light-post, and take a running jump at it.

His free hand would clamp around the side of the post -- oh, he had a rather higher vertical jump from a running start, but he wasn't...well, anyways. He didn't get all the way up from jumping. As his free hand locked around the pole, his legs would bunch up his feet would provide pressure against the pole. This resistance -- feet and arm -- kept him from, y'know, falling down.

Climbing up was an interesting procedure...probably something you didn't see every day, but...well...yeah. You didn't have Blackmarlin Rache around every day, either.

At any rate, the female 'zombie' was promptly attached to the top of the tall object he had chosen -- exactly what sort of tall object was unimportant -- through proper application of a few feet of some sort of wire rope that he produced from somewhere within his long-coat. That completed, he let his free hand release and kicked off of the pole, turning fully about once in mid-air, then coming to land, his legs flexing slightly from the force of impact.

Normal? Bah. Depends on your definition of 'normal.'

Blackmarlin walked rather sedately back towards the Doctor and Destrii, then raised an eyebrow. That was about the only thing he had time for...as a Zombie lurched around the corner, hand stretched out in typical fashion. Said hand was maybe a foot from where Blackmarlin stood.

Had stood, anyways. Also, the hand was no longer where it had been either, as it was still attached to its owner, who was presently flying through the air, propelled thusly by Blackmarlin's right foot, which had been swiftly brought into contact with the torso of the zombie. Very swiftly. Also, in a manner that provided lift.

Then he was herding Destrii and the Doctor along at a rather fast pace.

"The idea, you see, is to keep them as far away from us as possible. At present, this is best accomplished by being somewhere that they are not. In order to facilitate this, it would be wise to move, quickly."

He himself wasn't terribly worried, as the zombies were not at all quiet, and they had yet to reach the corner, which was now several meters behind him. Exactly how he knew this from sound alone is best explained with 'after all, he is a Gunslinger.'

Moving quickly was something, Blackmarlin had learned, that the Doctor was quite adept at, when necessary. Which was good, as Blackmarlin was not terribly keen on the idea of having to carry him when the situation demanded speed. That he himself was quite fast was, of course, a given. He was, after all, a Gunslinger.

So it was that when the main body of zombies, roughly fifteen thereof, did reach the corner...they were greeted by an empty street.

Moments later and Elsewhere

Elsewhere being defined as 'a fair distance away from prior location, on the roof of a tall-ish building,' Blackmarlin ejected the magazine from his OTs-33, a machine pistol of Russian manufacture, firing the 9x18mm Makarov round either singly or automatically, from a standard eighteen round mag or an extended twenty seven round mag.

The magazine dropped a few inches before his left hand snagged it and dropped it in a pocket of his coat. Replacing it was a longer affair, as he had to extract the magazine from its holder, which was part of the shoulder holster rig. That completed, he racked a round into the chamber and safetied the gun, then holstered it.

The 9x18 Mak wasn't a powerful round by any means. But it was sufficient for this purpose, and at close range, the weapon was a pure terror. Of course, beyond that, it was just a big pistol firing an underpowered round. Meh. The guns were just toys, anyways.

That operation complete, Blackmarlin turned to face the Doctor and Friend, who were considerably more strung out and variously showing signs of physical exertion than he himself was. Probably becaus he'd lassoed a convenient bit of masonry with another length of that wire rope of his and left them with the task of scaling the building while he...handled a small clump of zombies milling about nearby. That and the running.

"What? I told you it that you could do it. Oh. How'd I get up here?"

Exactly how he managed to stay straightfaced while reciting one of the most cliche lines ever...will forever be a mystery.

"I took the stairs."

Helpfully aided by his index finger pointing at the roof access. This as he was coiling his wire-rope up again into a very small coil, indeed.

"I disabled the door, but I can enable it again when we're ready to leave. Please don't ask what I mean by that. 's technical."

The coil presently dissappeared beneath his jacket. Interior pockets were the likely culprit. Then he settled himself down on some sort of boxish thingy.

"I know that you're still in shock over me not killing something...so take your time and come to terms with that. Then we'll discuss what comes next, hmm?"

His eyes were laughing but he was not.

OOC: Tanara....great research. I go to UA and you seem to know the campus as well as I do.
IC: The three girls laughed at the point of Wait, am I like, the only one here that isn't some military shooter or something? In fact, even though their fathers were former Presidents, they were not exempt from service and the three were in the reserve unit at Huntsville, with Mlasha as the female company sniper. She motioned to the gamma squad sniper. went into the attic, opened the window 30 feet up, and began sniping. The interior was now secure so she could afford to let her guard down a little.

"I say you can't even hit that zombie over there with the letterman jacket." she said before handing him the M1 carbine, "Only catch is, you have to use this."

Albert scoffed and took the M1 Garand, the Beta Squad memeber *Note it's BETA not Gamma, silly person. :P * checked it's ammo, he scoffed and sneered at her slightly.

"Such an antiqueted peice of equipment, yet it still will do for your little job." he stated as he carefully set down his own rifle, which was a CheyTac Intervention .408 caliber M100 sniper rifle, he went into a crouch, his right knee pointed to the ceiling while his other knee was knelt, his posture was calm and his breath slow and even, he gripped the rifle with both hands, put the butt of the rifle to his right shoulder, shut his left eye as he focused entirely on the target, a small cheerful smile came upon his face as he adjusted for a slight breeze that was blowing and aimed slightly ahead of the moving corpse.

"Smile buttercup." he cheerfully whispered to himself as he gently squeezed the trigger, the Rifle shot hit the side of the head of the Zombie, knocking it onto it's side with a large pool of crimson blood around the exit wound, he lowered the rifle and looked out at the target from the window.

"Hrm, a decent rifle for it's time, however i prefer my gun." he cheerfully stated as he handed back the rifle and picked up his own, he set up the 'bi-pod' and laid down to the right side of the window, he took off his small backpack that contained his ammo and rations, Albert ejected the empty clip while sliding in a new one, he looked through his scope and smiled to himself as he looked for a...challengable target...

OOC: Thanks CM
IC:

"Alright then, lets get after this."

Together the two women had wrestled the largest peice of even remotely moveable furniture in the lobby, then piled smaller pieces atop it. The pile was ungainly but seemed to be up to the job.

"Renee do you know any thing about guns?" Kali asked Renee as she began gathering up the heavy duffles she'd filled with her makeshift survival kit.

Renee put her shoulder into the piece of furniture, helping move it across the floor. She began taking smaller objects, and started stacking them up on the larger piece. The work didn't take to long, and took little out of her.

Renee do you know any thing about guns?.

"Yeah," she replied, standing back and looking at the stack of furniture. "I'm from Texas. My dad made sure I knew how to shoot, and used to go to the range with him alot. Single child and a girl, he wanted a boy, so I never got into dolls and dress up, I was into guns and cars. Well, bikes in my case, but whatever. I'm no military shooter, but I'm decent."

Mlasha laughed as the zombie fell. This guy wasn't so bad. She then grabbed the carbine and killed four with two shots. This carbine was handy for zombies, but still less powerful than its cousin the Garand she had left in her dorm. She then grabbed the sniper and whispered something in his ear that grabbed his attention. The sniper killed another zombie approaching the BOM and she lifted her shirt to show him a scar she received when she was captured in the Civil War ten years ago.

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Jenna and Kayleen were pacing the BOM, the windows had been barricaded and the solid steel doors locked and barricaded. The building was fairly secure, the supplies were in the bunker, the standards outside were reversed, and the fall-back points were set for if zombies breached the ground floor. Jenna checked her watch, and took her cell phone out, placing it on a desk. She then told Nick to radio his air support to land and expect an EMP. Kayleen just nodded, taking out her phone as well.

Albert merely shrugged, that scar was nothing compared to what one of the members of Gamma team had, he zoomed in on a Zombie stumbling towards the building/bunker and fired once, it hit directly in the forehead, peices of bone, brain tissue and blood splurted out the other side as it fell, before the body hit the ground he turned to the Zombie's right towards yet another and fired again, the powerful round downed the Zombie instantly, even throwing the body back slightly from the sheer power of the sniper rifle.

While he continued to snipe, thinning the crowd alittle, Nick walked down the hallways, gripping his pistol in both hands, Dabiel, the medic, was elsewhere in the building, finally getting ahold of his nerves, Nick approched a door that had strange scratching noises emminating from behind it, standing infront of the door he drew back his leg and kicked in the door, the wooden door broke off it's hinges due to lack of maintainance, he came upon the sight of a Zombie chewing on a corpse, it turned slightly at the noise ,rose to it's feet and started to stumble towards him, the 27 year old merely took aim and shot, the Desert Eagle's round hit the rotting zombie's head and took a large chunk of it off, from the left eye to the ear was missing, it stumbled and fell onto what was left of it's face and a pool of blood formed around the gunshot wound, Nick then turned and continued down the hall, listening to the chatter of Gamma Squad along the way for information.

I'm no military shooter, but I'm decent."

"Good. My sire was the same way, though I could never get into swords. Bows and such are what I've always been most comfortable with.' kqli smiled slightly at the memory of her esteemed sires disappointment that his only child was only merely adequate with a sword.

"Here" Kali tossed Renee the Holland and Holland. "Just remember it has two triggers." Once Rene had it in hand Kali indicated a well oiled leather bandolier holding a respectable number of the three inch plus rounds that was half out of the ammo bag. "Makes one look a bit like one of Pancho Villa's rowdies but tis the easiest way to carry them. It kicks like a Missoula mule, but I've dropped a full grown bull elephant with it."

The D.E. rode comfortably on her right hip, and she settled one ammo bag over her shoulder then hefted two of the duffle bags with a slight ooof. "I'm not sorry a bit of how much I packed. You want to get the others?" Kali indicated the remaining two duffle bags and the other ammo bag. "I think we need to get this stuff into the bunker those girls were talking about. Those rampant corpses will get in here eventually."

"And something they said makes me think that CM has some sort of preset plan for this type of eventuality. I'd like to know what it is."

OOc: Sorry for not being on, but they're in two different buildings, right?

IC: When Leonidas saw the door closed, he swore to himself. No use crying over spilled milk. He sighed and woke up Cassie. "What time is it?"she mumbled. "Time to wake up." Leo said.

In a few moments, they had sneaked past the zombies. They were heading toward the other building where the survivors where.

When they got there, they went about tapping on the doors, looking for ways in. They met up back at the front.
They tapped on the door a little bit more, trying to get noticed.

“Disabled the door? That’s what he says when he’s shoved up a filing cabinet up against it…” Destriianatos teased, “Right, so yes, good question, what’re we going to do now then?”

“We’re going to fix this.”

“We are?”

“Yes. Big university campus. Must be some wonderful biological equipment around here?”

“By whose standards?”

“Doesn’t matter,” the Doctor said, “it probably came from here. And that means we can do something about it.”

“You’re certain?”

“I wouldn’t be wasting my own time here if I couldn’t do something,” the Doctor said, glancing over at Blackmarlin’s fantastically disposed of zombie, “Let’s go…”

“Right…” Destrii said, remembering the message.


“Nice Fishies,” Destrii said, lightly tapping the side of a tank, some time, and a fair amount of zombie-dodging later, in one of the deserted chemical biology labs. The Doctor glanced over, and then back to the PCR machine he was examining.

“Doctor, are you actually, you know, a Doctor?”

“I trained for a while under Lister…”

“Who?”

“The human surgeon who developed sterile procedures…”

“So, you’re well informed about this sort of thing?”

“After a fashion…” he said, “not really my strong point. But I’m sure I’ll manage…” he said, taking the screwdriver out and doing something to a terminal with it. “Now, we need a sample of a good sample of zombie blood, and a sample of human DNA…” he looked at Destrii, and then at Blackmarlin, “Damn. We need to find some survivors…”

"Sure! I'll just strap on my jet-pack and fly up and spot somebody, then swoop down and...gah. Okay. That building that, ah, lured a group away from. I believe I recall some sort of activity on the interior. There were certainly enough zombies around the exterior to provide a sample, too...and they seemed to be staying outside, which indicates we may find some survivors there..."

Blackmarlin shook his head wryly, "I could get you both things, and while you might not object too terribly much to me lopping off a zombie's arm, I suspect that doing the same to a thus-far unafflicted human wouldn't go over so well. Not to mention I'm not going to do it unless provoked. So. You're the talker, Doc. Guess we're all going?"

He unslung his sword from over his shoulder and did...something...to the sling that converted it to a hanger, which was then attached at his left hip. The scabbard would get in his way more, but it was a significantly faster draw. Thusly prepared.

After Nick had finished searching the building he sighed and met up with their Medic in a small supply closet to talk about their mission.

Nick glared at the younger man and his tone was soft, yet full of authority.

"Alright, you have the samples?" he asked patiently, Daniel nodded nervously and patted his Med-Kit lightly to show he had them, his voice was stuttering from nervousness and fear of Nick shooting him if he answered wrong.

"Y-Yes sir, i h-h-have the samples." he suttered out while Nick continued to glare at him, Nick nodded and activated his Radio.

"Gamma Squad, this is Alpha Two, Mission Objective completed, the package has been put together and remnents of Alpha and Beta Squad will arrive at the designated LZ within 72 Hours." he whispered, he got a reply from Gamma Leader which made him merely nod his head.

"Affirmative, Gamma Squad has collected their samples and are prepared to going to penetrate your location in 24 hours, be advised that HQ is getting even more impatient, if we are not out within 4 days then the mission is scrubbed, Gamma Squad Out."

Nick frowned and cursed under his breath as he dismissed Daniel who with great haste went to find Albert and inform the crazed sniper of Command's orders.

Jenna overheard the radio traffic and advised the squad leader to tell his superiors to change the plan to a ground-evac. She then explained to him that CM had a zombie plan in place and one of the major steps was to detonate an EMP after 48 hours without contact with the affected areas so the news could not spread to surrounding areas and cause mass panic. Another part was a large quarantine area that would be explained as a rebel uprising. Most people still remembered the costly CM civil war six years ago.

OOC: this needs to end before 10 May. I ship off to basic a few days after that.

To say her suggestions were met with confusion and anger would be a understatement.

Gamma Leader most of all who spoke in a tone that would kill any normal man or woman within moments.

"Who is this?!" He questioned before continuing "This is a official Trasian Security Division Channel, you are not authorized to use this channel, now unless you want to be hunted down by Black Guard personell i suggest you stay off this line, Gamma Leader out!" he growled out before it went dead.

Nick took a calmer approch and just spoke in a even voice that refused to crack.

"Miss, i am sorry but you are not allowed to listen in to Trasian communications, it would cause an international incident if you did, just...please try to not eavesdrop, Alpha 2 out." he calmly suggested before turning off his radio, if she was correct then the EMP would knock out Gamma's radio and they would have to meet up and evac before the other survivors find out what the 'package' was, he doubted they would...appreciate knowing they were gathering Zombified DNA for the Trasian Research Division...Nick held his Desert Eagle in his right hand, if she attempted to track him down and interrogate him...He would take care of the 'leak of information', if none of the survivors discovered the package then they would assist in getting them out as their cover story.

Jenna just smiled as she whispered to the squad leader next to her that she was the daughter of a much beloved President, as well as a Captain in the Marine Corps. Yet he was the one talking about an International Incident. She was trying to warn them. Friday night was drawing nigh and Saturday morning was nearing. Tonight would be the real test of their fortifications. Watches would be necessary as the undead needed no sleep. Just as she was thinking that a plane flew overhead and a giant flash followed. The electronics sparked and flared before their death, and the lights died revealing only basic electric lights. Jenna found the breaker, restarted it, and half the lights came back on with the others burned out. Jenna's prediction had come true, mainly because she had been briefed on the plan. She looked at the man next to her, and asked him if his radio still worked or if he needed parts.

If he cared he did not show it, the TSD was quite clever, having been in Trasa for a very long time, over 400 years, they would deny any accusation the CM President put forward and would get what their cousins in TR&D requested, Jenna only had her word against an entire nation, even if she is the daughter of a president even they are capable of lies.

He smirked very lightly before returning to his natural frowning expression, he checked his Radio after the plane had flown over and frowned, the EMP had fried it, orders cannot be changed now, Gamma Team would be here in 24 hours and extract the TBCRF Members and escape with both team's prizes, Gamma Team had gathered samples from the undead in the building they were in...He had just one question now...

What could go wrong?

Famous last words...

The moaning continued and grew louder as the zombies started to smell human meat inside the building. No matter what humans had as a technological advantage, zombies had heightened senses like the beasts they are. Zombies began pushing on the barricades and it seemed as the barricades they had wouldn't hold for more than a few hours.

Thursday Night

Lexington Grayson had drank way too much liquor, and had sexed up way too much women before finding his way back to his dorm. Lex was on of the youngest and brightest students at UA, but still one of the heaviest binge drinkers. He walked into Powers Hall to a long rant.

Other students often showed jealousy towards this teenager, so by this point in his college life, he had become accustomed. It wasn't until he reached the door to his dorm room that he realized there was actually a beautiful brunette with blue eyes and a mature bosom in tow. He proceeded into his room. Before any kinky matters could be addressed, he was already passed out.

Friday

"Dammit, shut up the noise!" Lex yelled through his door. For some reason, half the student body seemed to be screaming that morning. Maybe it was the massive amount of ethanol he had put into his body the night before, maybe one of the pills he had taken, but most likely it was college psychosis.

In a sudden rage, Lex slammed his dresser into the wall, then it fell into place barring the door. "Finally, maybe some fucking seclusion," he ranted, realizing the girl was gone, and there was a nice layer of puke blanketing the floor next to his bed.

Soon thereafter, he added another layer of vomit to the carpet and passed out."

Early Saturday Morning

Lex woke up feeling half-way decent. In all honesty, he had no clue what day it was. He attempted to consult his cell phone, but to no avail. The phone was dead. Same with the clock, watch, and laptop he owned. The lights were gone.

He fumbled around on the floor until he found his pants from the last time he wore them. Lex pulled a small black Zippo from it's pocket. "Where are the damn candles?" he proclaimed to himself as he stumbled around the thrashed room. "Ah-ha!" he stated in a proud voice. Lighting the candle, he proceeded to place the candle in a way to light the room.

In a matter of minutes he was fully dressed and had unbarred the door. He didn't realize the scratching noise he had been hearing was coming from the other side of the door. The slab of oak flipped outwards into the body of his roommate, Chuck Cammerle.

The problem was that Chuck had yet to die, despite the lack of an arm and a leg. "Fuck me!" screamed Lex as he leaped away from the door. Frantically, he used his gift of intelligence. Stomp his head in, he told himself. In a matter of seconds, he was wiping Chuck off his shoe.

The weapon used to dismember Chuck was laying very close to the door, as if after he had turned to whatever he was, he still had this gun with him. "Good ole Smith and Wesson Model 625, .357 caliber." Lex knew he had to get through whatever was outside Powers Hall.

He ran down the stairs of the dormitories. Surprisingly empty, he noted. When he exited the building, he learned why. Hundreds of dead-ish beings were parading the grounds. Run Lex, he said to himself ,run as fast as you can. He headed straight towards the ROTC building. With a loud cry he pleaded, "Hello/ Is anyone in there? Hello?" It was the only place he believed any person would hid themselves. Please.

The moaning of the zombies grew, and Kali knew that the impromptu barricades they had made would not hold much longer. "I think finding that bunker would be the best thing we could do, and the loss of power says that that what I'd guess was an EMP pulse was part of the plan." She spoke up before Renee could reply to her earlier comments.

She stopped and listened intently for a moment. She though she heard a faint voice from out side, barely audible over the moaning of the zombies. "Did you hear something Renee?"

Daniel finally found Albert at a Window on one of the upper floors, sniping Zombies like there was no tomarrow, the bloodthirsty man turned and saddistically grinned at the poor nervous Medic, when he spoke it was almost serpentine...And quite frankly it scared the living hell out of him.

"Ah Danny-Boy, what new orders does our fearless leader sends with you?" he asked, Daniel shuddered and squeeked out "We are to wait for Gamma Squad to pick us up and then get to the landing zone with the package..."

Albert nodded and turned back to sniping, the powerful rounds peircing the flesh of the Zombies with ease as Daniel sat down near the window beside him and relaxed.

Nick joined them acouple minutes later, standing behind Albert, looking past him outside, Gamma Squad was right now in one of the buildings close to the ROTC Building, but he did not know which one, they had gathered their samples and were getting ready to extract the two Beta Squad members and the sole Alpha Squad member and complete the mission...

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter after holstering his Desert Eagle once again, he lit it up and just stared outside...They would have to survive long enough to get the package to the LZ...He only hoped that the sacrifices that Alpha and Beta squad made would not be in vain...

Mlasha looked at the sniper, bloodthirsty as ever, and wondered if he had another human urge within him. She waited for him to reload, grabbed him (holding another clip for him of course), and kissed him on the lips to see what he would do.
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A large horde of zombies were already at the BOM, the emergency lights showcasing the meat inside even better. By now a few hundred were pushing on the front barricade. Jenna knew it would be less than five minutes before they would make entry. She then screamed to everybody "BUNKER! GRAB YOUR GEAR AND GET IN THE BUNKER!"
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Mlasha thought she heard something, but the damn moaning of the zombies drowned it out to the point of her just ignoring it. Danny was still just sniping away, but was down to 100 bullets which would go by fast at this rate. She told him so as well, because a lot of ammo like that would be useful if they ever breached.

Lex rushed towards the ROTC building, only to be met by the most enormous horde of decaying flesh. "Fuck!" he exclaimed with a loud cry. Too loud. One of the beasts closest to him heard the cry, and began to waddle its way over to him. Lex slowly raised his leg and swiftly planted a kick to its chest, knocking it to the ground. A curb stomp was soon to follow.

Lex cocked the Model 625 and held it firmly in his right hand. He only had four shots, and that would not be near enough. Gunfire echoed over head, as crimson bursts appeared among the zombies. There had to be nearly one thousand surrounding the building. There is no way he could get inside.

He frantically spun around, zombies approaching from all sides, when he looked towards Smith Hall. Flashlights reflected off the windows. The military, he said to himself. Only a small amount of monsters surrounded this building. It was his only chance. He ran towards the door.

The first zombie to grab on to him developed a large hole in its head, and the second one only received a knock to the ground. He ran up to the beautiful building (http://tour.ua.edu/tourstops/smith.html), and frantically banged on the door. The flashlights were on the windows nearby. He yelled "I know you're in there, let me in! I haven't been bitten! Dammit, help me! My Father is Four-Star General James Grayson of the Orderean Army, LET ME IN!"

OOC: Soviet Trasa, this is a hint at your Gamma Team. Smith hall is east of the Arts & Sciences building the ROTC is in.

The door suddenly opened and a pair of strong hands pulled him in while another shut the doors again and locked them, the one who pulled him in was a large muscular man with a AK-74 on his back, his hair was short and brown, his skin was caucasian while his eyes were brown, he had a jolly smirk on his face that showed he wasn't a negative person.

The other was thinner yet still moderatly muscular and had a pair of Beretta's in holsters, his hair was also short but not military-short which was black, his eyes were green and like his parter he was Caucasian, their uniforms resembled that of the U.S.M.C, except it was jet-black and their helmets had radios built into them as well as having the TBHCRF (Trasian Biohazard Containment and Rescue Force) emblem which was a circle with TBHCRF in the center in red lettering.

The thinner one turned towards the one they rescued and sighed before smirking lightly.

"Well this is unexpected, we thought everyone was either dead or hiding in buildings, well i am Corporal Greg Joriov, Trasian Biohazard Containment and Rescue Force, Gamma Squad, the big guy is Private Eric Balk." he said holding out his hand for a shake.

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Albert was suprised and frozen for a moment in pure shock when suddenly he heard the shout for everyone to get into the bunker, he suddenly turned and packed up his Sniper-Nest while David and Nick ran downstairs towards the Bunker, Nick picked up his AK-74 along the way and nodded to David.

"Protect the package with your life, should you loose it or misplace it in any shape or form your life is forfit." he whispered harshly to the poor medic who rapidly nodded his head while following behind the Sgt, after Albert had packed all his equipment he ran like a madman, catching up quickly to David and Nick, Nick split up from them and grabbed Jenna by the shoulder, turning her towards the Bunker enterence and nodded.

"Come on, we have little time before they penetrate the barrier" he turned to Albert before he left and shouted "Nade me!", Albert sighed and handed over his last Fragmentation Grenade, Nick caught it expertly and started to walk casually towards the bunker, ready to pull the pin and throw it behind him to at least slow the hoard down when they break through...

Lexington Grayson was surprised at how fast the military men ripped him inside. It left him feeling rather shocked, yet grateful at the same time. The thinner man, Corporal Greg Joriov, extended his hand. Lex greeted Corporal Joriov with a firm hand shake and a smirk. "My name is Sergeant Lexington Grayson, son of Four-Star General James Grayson, Leader of the Orderean Army. Its a pleasure to meet you Corporal Joriov. And to you Private Balk." Lex saluted the private.

"Even though I may have the Sergeant title, ignore it. Call me Lex. I am a scholar, not a warrior. I was learning under my father, when I realized Philosophy was my destiny. However, in this case, being a warrior is right up my ally." Lexington sighed, and looked out the window at the BOM. Zombies had all but completely surrounded it. "Two questions gentlemen. One, what is the plan, and two, can either of you spare a sidearm?"

Lex smirked at the last statement. He had sworn to give up fighting, yet, he hadn't been more excited since the beginning of his college career.

The three girls were rushed into the bunker. Mlasha barely got there before the zombies, her shirt being ripped to shreds in the process. She took off the ribbons in the bunker and started to use them to create makeshift bandages. While she didn't have a scratch on her, she was still cautious of being hurt and had her sister and friend check her.
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The CM special response team was prepared for this scenario. Formed specifically for a response to zombie outbreaks. They were armed with a version of the Steyr AUG using the 30-06 round, and marched into their specially-made APCs with vibroswords built onto the sides. They rolled out with an ETA on campus approximately 12 hours away. There were too many variables involving the EMP burst and helicopters.

Albert and Daniel were in the Bunker with the other three, they were checking their ammo and weapons, preparing to kill any who opposed them, Nick had thrown the Grenade behind him as soon as they penetrated and chased the group into the bunker, the Grenade went off with a loud 'Bang' and fragments were sent flying from it, Nick managed to shut the bunker Door behind him and he held it shut, the Grenade had killed a few of the lead Zombies, however not all, he sighed and then suddenly stiffened as he heard moans from the other side and felt impacts upon the door as the hungry hoard attempted to penetrate the barrier.

Nick gritted his teeth and kept his body against the door, keeping it shut fornow...
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Greg pondered the pro's and con's of giving him one of his pistols, while they would have another to help them kill any Undead there was also the chance that he would discover their true mission here and attempt to stop them by force, he nodded and unholstered one of his Beretta's as well as a spare clip of Ammo and handed them over.

"Here, use this, as for the plan, well my our Team has orders to extact what is left of Alpha and Beta Teams and evacuate the area, those were our last orders before the EMP went off and destroyed our radio's circuits." he stated as he drew the other Beretta and checked it as he looked to the door, Eric had locked it well, however he heard moans and pounding on the door as the Zombies tried to get past it...

Lex held the chromed Beretta in his wet palms. An extra clip soon accompanied the firearm. He was very pleased. "Colonel Joriov, I appreciate the gesture of trust. If it is the rest of your men you are searching for, the must be in the ROTC building. As you must know, the problem is the damned walking dead."

He paused and looked where Joriov was looking. The door was locked, but how long before the can get in? Suddenly, Lex realizes they are in an Arts & Sciences building. "There is no way we can get across the courtyard with all of them out there. Instead, we should immobilize them. This is an Arts & Sciences building. Just think, ethanol, acetone, anything flammable. Dump the chemicals over the roof, light them up, then continue towards the building. Fill latex gloves with it, or if we can find bottles, and we have Molotov Cocktails."

Suddenly, Lex realizes he might just die tonight. "We have to think of something. I will not lose my life tonight. It shouldn't be too long until some news of this reaches Orderea, then that will be another military force in here. We need to save as many people as we can now. Lets accomplish your mission boys."

Kali and Renee had made it to the bunker well before the others - and the zombies closing in on them arrived. When the slamed the door shut and Nick braced it Kali hurried to his side and threw her weight against it as well. The shuddering of the door as the zombies pounded on it frightened her, but she kept her voice light as she asked.

"Didn't hold them long did it?"

The CM special forces were now nine hours out. Satellites overhead were showing a large zombie congregation on the Quad, and a thermite strike was called on the conglomerationto eliminate most of the zombies surrounding the ROTC building for some reason.

Nick nodded his head as he kept his weight against the door, keeping it shut with Kali's help.

His verbal responce was through gritted teeth as he kept up the strength against the door.

"Indeed, where there are great numbers, resistance is futile." he calmly stated as he let one of his hand's drift to his Desert Eagle, unholstering it he handed it to Kali, giving her a nod.

"Should they get through i assume that you'll know what to do." he spoke as he carefully unshouldered his AK-74 and let it drop into his lap, ready to pick it up at a moment's notice.

Albert finished setting up a nest facing the door while Daniel trained his Beretta at the door, ready to open fire incase there is a breach.
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Greg was thankful that he now knew the location of the other squadmembers of Alpha/Beta, he sent Eric to find the nessesary chemicals and material for the Coctails ,the large muscular man ran down the hall with his mission, decending down some stairs and into the main lobby, the rest of the Team with the Medic helping the wounded man down the stairs arrived, there were 7 in the room, the wounded one gritted his teeth as a wave of pain hit him, small lettering emboided in red on his shoulder below the emblem read 'Gamma 8', who was a caucasian man who looked sickly and was constantly cursing under his breath, his short black hair covered by his helmet and his dirt-brown eyes gazed at the bitemark he had gotten with contempt, he was average height at 5.11 ft and had a medium build.

Supporting him was a younger looking man with an Asian complexion, brown hair and brown eyes, he was slightly shorter then the one known as 'Gamma 8', there was a Red-Cross emboided below some red emboidering which read 'Gamma 7', at the rear, wielding an Unstocked AK-74 was a very slightly shorter man, standing at 5.10 feet, blonde hair, sky-blue eyes and a frown upon his face had 'Gamma 5', he looked around nervously, the first thing that would come to mind that would desribe him would be 'Chicken Heart', infront was another man, White-haired and muscular, he had an aura of 'control', his icey-blue eyes seemed to peirce past human flesh and into the very soul, he was moderate height at 5.11 ft with 'Gamma L' emboidered

The last two were twins, both Brown-haired and green-eyed, they were mirror images of eachother except one had a scar on the right cheek, most likely made by a knife slash, both were average height and moderately muscled, both had Winchester Shotguns, they could be IDed as 'Gamma 5' and 'Gamma 6', Greg was 'Gamma 2', Eric was 'Gamma 4', Gamma Leader walked up to Greg and raised an eyebrow.

"Picking strays Greg?" he asked with very slight amusement in his voice, Greg merely shrugged and answered "No, just saving a suvivor."

The Twins shrugged and walked to either side of the enterence and made sure their guns were loaded, just incase of a breach, the wounded man thankfully along with the other members had been injected before leaving the base with prototype Anti-Bodies that would either severely slow down or completely halt infection, the Medic was just keeping the wound under control, the Medic half-walked, half-carried, him down the stairs and propped him against the wall while Gamma Leader, aka Rick Talon, spoke to Greg...

"Should they get through i assume that you'll know what to do."

"We just have to make sure they don't get through the door. This is supposed to be a bunker, a military bunker at that. I can't believe that they don't have something more to make this door impregnable."

She looked about for the three students who seemed to know the most about this part of the building. She noti9ced they were checking one of them over, her shirt had been shreddeed, but she appeared to be uninjured.

"Scuse me, ladies, find us something thick, sturdy, and heavy and get it over here to barriacde this door further!"

OOC: Need to make this quick or hand it off. I leave in 11 days
IC:
A large mass of Zombies were practically melted, more and more were on fire. The flames were marching towards the BOM. Soon zombies inside the building were on fire, catching some of the furniture on fire.

Jenna screamed when she saw this. The bunker was safe from fire, and its acrylic porthole resistant from most weapons. However, if the fire collapsed the building there was almost no chance of rescue. After the few people extra entered the bunker there was only enough food and water for half a week, much less than what it would take to extract them from the essentially four story building. She was yelling that they must leave now even though she did not know where to go from there.

Kali looked at the screaming girl " Where would you like us to go? And is there a back way out?"

Her heavy, oversized duffle bags were with Renee, and Kali was glad that she had filled two of solely with them with bottled water and canned foods. Most might not taste the best cold, but they would still be edible.

"Renee, go look to see if there is a back way out." She called to the student who nodded and moved off looking carefully for any sign of an exit.

Mlasha and Kayleen both nodded their heads. This was built as a bunker, meaning one way in--and one way out. They knew what would be required--fighting it out with up to a thousand zombies, a raging fire, and maybe some hostile humans as well. The two girls calmed down Jenna and started loading up magazines and preparing for a fight. They encouraged the others to do so and told them they may be able to return if they kill enough zombies.

"One way in and one way out. Some one really needs to have a talk with your corps of engineers. This is damn suicidal.!" Kali snorted angrily

"Rene cut erxploration short. We're going to need body armour, and heavy shirts and such. We're going to want protection from those ambulatory coprses finger nails and teeth. And lots of ammo. Forget the Holland and Holland, it's to slow and clumsy. See if they have any AK's around."

She looked at Will, and shook her head. "I don't like this one damn bit."

Kayleen shot a lock off a weapons rack to reveal a half dozen STG 77 (SAUGs). CM rarely issued AKs, and then only to special forces. However, the STG 77 proved an awesome gun for zombie hunting due to its ease of headshots and was standard issue with the CM military in its 7.62 NATO variation. The girls retained their sidearms and secondary firearm, but each grabbed an AUG and five mags each. That would probably be sufficient to find a new shelter.