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Resident Evil RP (IC)

Modern Atlantis
21-12-2004, 02:05
the link to the OOC thread and signups is here

Resident Evil RP (OOC) (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=383170)

Players in Bold Are players who have RPed so far
Players are:

Leo Orion, 23 (Modern Atlantis)
Laurence Truv, 52 (Green Sun)
Jason White, 28 (Ragnaroks)
Noel Strand, 21 (Hrstrovokia)
Miroslav Marku, 19 (Euroslavia)
Michael J Harrison, 28 (Psychotika)
Rebecca Ciro, 20 (Alrisha)
John H., 13 (Holy Paradise)
Jon Snow, 29 (The Canadian Tundra)
Jack Holiday, 27 (Volgorad)
Thomas Scardino, 11 (Jankia)

Now i shall start, note that everyone doesnt neccessarily start off in the same positions, but can meet up

Leo walks around the science facility with his life-long friend, Arius, the two had grown up together, and have always had an ambition to join the military. When they turned 18, two days apart from each other, they both registered. They graduated Boot camp together, the two were practically inseperable. Leo was a tall, light skinned, muscular man, while Arius was a short, stocky, and dark skinned man. They were assigned to this science facility to oversee some top secret project, which they hadnt even been informed of what it was.

"So Arius, what do you think of this city, this facility?"

"Creepy in my opinion, it just doesnt feel right."

"And what about this 'top secret' project, what do you think it is?"

"heh, I dont know, maybe they found an alien, and are performing surgery on it?"

"Yea, or what about they are working on a time machine."

"Ha we sound like little kids here...what was that?"

The lights hum and then shut off alltogether, but then the emergency lights come on.

"That doesnt sound too good" Arius says to Leo

"I agree"

The two break off into a steady run, wondering what happened. They turn a corner, and the sight that catches their eye is enough to give any grown man nightmares. 4 humans were vicously eating on another, whom was screaming and writing in uncontrollable pain.

"FREEZE! STOP!!!!" Leo shouts at the four

They just ignore him

"They arent listening. Fuck it."

Leo and Arius pull out their .45's, and open fire. Two of the humans go down, and the other two turn around. They see another sight to give anyone nightmares. Their faces are almost rotted, as if they had been dead for a while. They almost look like zombies. As a matter of fact, they were. The two remaining walk towards Leo and Arius, and the two continue to open fire.

"Uh..Leo..behind us."

Leo turns his head quickly, and spots three more zombies advancing from around the corner behind them. Leo fires a few rounds blindly, and then turns back to the ones in front of him, firing a few more rounds

"Shit im out of ammo!"

"I am too! Run!"

Leo and Arius kick through a door thats in the hallway, and run inside. They head for the window, and break it out. The zombies advance through the open door, as Leo jumps out first. Arius leans out the window to jump, but something grabs on to his leg.

"Ahh! Let go!"

"ARIUS!"

"AHHH!"

the zombies begin pulling him back in, biting on parts of his body

"ARIUS!!!!!!!!!!!"

"LEO! GO!!! RUN!! NO!!! AHH!!!!!"

Tears fill Leo's eyes, as he watches the demise of his lifelong friend. No, he wouldnt watch him suffer like that. The screams fill his ears, as Arius's face still sticks out the window, his arms holding on to the windowsill. Leo fiddles through his vest, and pulls out a stray bullet. He loads it into his gun and takes aim.

"goodbye old friend."

He pulls the trigger, Arius's screams stop, and he slumps and falls out the window. Leo runs over to the body, and lifts him onto his shoulders, in a firemans carry. His legs are badly mutated. Leo runs into the forest, where he digs a shallow grave. He gently lowers Arius' body into it, before covering it up. He sheds a tear or two, and then slowly walks away
Pyschotika
21-12-2004, 02:14
OOC Good start.

Harrison woke up at the sound of his alarm clock. Everday the same, 6:00 AM, shower, trimming his gotuee, then getting dressed for work. He flicked on the tube, so he called it ever so often. He was putting on his police uniform when he heard the news.

SCREAMING IN THE BACKGROUND

" This is Allison Spickwood reporting from downtown Raccoon where there seems to have been a verry odd mishap in the Umbrella labs. There are reports of people falling down dead and wierd mutations taking place such as dulling of the skin coller, grey fading into the eyes. Wait whats this? " Allison put her finger up to the ear piece where she recieved news from the News station. " The news I'm about to recieve may seem...unbelievable. Please bare with me. There happens to be walking..dead? Zombies..that is...Wha..what the fuck is that? " Allison about wet herself when she saw a ' zombie ' stand up and start attacking radnom spectators and then one came and bit her cameraman in the neck. Fizz quickly took over the TV screen and the News Station came on. Harrison knew what he was going to have to do. Harrison put on his Kevlar body armor and picked up his grandpa's 1911 Colt from the famous WW2. It was modified to his likings, and he holstered it. He picked up his car keys and headed out the door. The neighborhood he lived in seemed to be unnaffected, didn't surprise him. They lived kinda out of townish, and nothing should happen hear. So he thought. He started up his Ford Ranger, and headed to downtown Raccoon to the Police department.
Pyschotika
21-12-2004, 02:36
bump

Hello?

ECHO

Hello?
Euroslavia
21-12-2004, 02:46
Miroslav Marku woke up in his house, to complete silence. The time was 8:00am, and he was late for work. He had to be there at 8am. He hurried up, and got dressed, and walked out of his room to hear complete silence. It wasn't right. His mom is always up in the morning to watch the weather, and normally, his mom would wake him up if he missed his alarm clock.

Something wasn't right...

Miroslav looked in his mom's room, and found it to be completely empty, but her bed was made, as always. Nothing was out of the ordinary. He walked back into the kitchen, and yelled for his Mom, but there was no response.

"I suppose she probably went out to get some milk, or something like that...she does that occasionally...but still, she would have left a note." he shrugged. "I gotta get to work. This time of the year, there are criminals roaming the streets everywhere. I cannot be late anymore after today.

He ran out of the door, and stopped in horror. There was a dead dog lying on his grass in the front part of his house. This was no ordinary dog. It was covered in a reddish coat of some sort...and his throat....his throat wasn't even there. There was also a bullet shot to the head.

Who would do such a thing to a dog? That sick bastard, he thought.

There was nothing he could do for now, except take care of it when he got back from work. Before he got to his car though, his neighbor slowly walked to his car, in an odd fashion. It seemed like his leg was broken, so Miroslav walked up to him.

"Hey Bruce, are you doin alright? How is your leg?"

He waited for some sort of response, but there was only silence. Just as Miroslav was going to say something, a guttoral, animalistic spewed forth from his neighbors mouth. His neighbors' face looked up at Miroslav and lunged at him, as to prepare himself for a Tyson popcorn chicken snack. It was like a fat kid and cake. You can't keep them separate for long... or pie...everybody loves pie.

Miroslav nimbly darted aside, leaving the zombie, formerly known as Bruce, staggering forward. Instinctively, he drew out his gun, and set his sight on his neighbor, aiming for the knee.

"Back away Bruce! You need to see a doctor...you need help!"

There was no response, except for the growl, similar to the first. With Bruces' first step forward, Miroslav immediately fired his first round into the injured leg. His neighbor staggered for a moment, but showed no signs of being hurt by the shot. It was then that Miroslav noticed the discoloration of Bruces' face, and the coagulated blood. It struck something familiar to Miroslav, but he had no time to think about it. Bruce began to surge forward again, leaving Miroslav no choice but to fire upon him again. This time, he wasn't taking any chances, and he fired a bullet into his cranium. This time, the similarity was too overbearing for him to not recognize the poor dog he found earlier. Only two questions remained in his mind. What the hell was going on, and where was his mom. Was she alright, or was she one of.....them. Whatever those things are.
Pyschotika
21-12-2004, 02:56
OOC: How about this....me and you " euroslavia " meet up ok?

IC:

Harrison was about to turn on his radio untill he heard two gunshots. He turned twards the sounds of the gun, and could see dead birds and even some animals. He saw the guy standing there in the driveway, looked like he was scared..holding a smoking gun, standing over a dead body.

" One question, your not one of them..right? " Harrison asked
Modern Atlantis
21-12-2004, 03:47
After the loss of his friend, Leo was in an apparent state of crisis. He was stricken with greif, barely able to see clearly. He screamed at random times, and began attacking random things.

"AHHHRGH!!!!!!"

He went and charged at a tree, punching it as hard as he could, ignoring the sharp pain of the rough bark on his fist.

"uuuuuhhh...."

"What the??"

"ughhhhhhhhhh"

"What was that??"

He turns around and sees a lone zombie wandering through the forest, its arms outstretched, its stench stinking up the entire forest.

"You mutha..."

He picks up a large log, and charges at the zombie. He swings the log at the zombies head, not unlike a baseball bat. The zombie drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes. He begins swinging the log down onto the zombies body. He throws the log away and mounts the zombie, he grabs its throat so it cant reach its head up, and begins pounding on its face relentlessly. Shouting and screaming at every punch

"YOU..MUTHA..FUCKER..KILL..MY..FRIEND..ILL..KILL..YOU..YOU...OVERGROWN..SACK..OF..SHIT!"

He reaches into his vest and pulls out a dagger, and slashes wildly at the zombies throat and face, he grabs the matted hair, and slices through the throat of the zombie roughly, until he hits the bone. It seems to be dead or unconcious one. He rears the knife back, and brings it sideways onto the neck of the zombie, severing its head. He throws the head at a tree trunk with all the force in his arm, the head explodes apon impact.

"Take that."

He walks off, slightly calmed down.
Holy Paradise
21-12-2004, 03:54
John was walking around, taking in the sites happily when he heard the screaming. He screamed in shock and ran to a nearby police station, knowing something bad had happened. When he opened the door, there were corpses standing right in front of him, reaching out for him. He socked each of them in the head and pushed them down. He saw a loaded M16 on the ground, picked it up, and, knowing how to use it, popped about 12 bullets into each of the zombies' skulls. He then looked around, dead bodies on the ground everywhere. He shot each body one time, just to make sure. He then took some extra ammo and set off, hoping to find any other survivors.
Holy Paradise
21-12-2004, 04:00
Thinking that the survivors, if any, were hiding somewhere, it would be the forest. He got onto a bicycle and sped away towards it, pumping zombies full of lead as he biked past them ala drive-by style. He saw the forest and heard yelling, which suddenly was silenced. "Maybe, I could still save some of them if they haven't been killed now." he thought. He sped into the forest.

After a while he saw a man walking slowly away from him. He decided he must be a living human, and therefore called out, "Hey you! Do you need some food or water? I got some from a police station!"
Alrisha
21-12-2004, 04:06
Rebecca rolls over and blearily stares into the red light of her alarm clock. Blinking, she inspects the flashing numbers before jumping out of bed. Stripping haphazardly as she hastens into the bathroom, she quickly washes her hair and gets dressed in her street clothes consisting of a black wife beater and homemade skirt. Packing her work uniform in her duffel bag, she rushes for the door, pausing only to tug on her black boots.

Opening the door and nearly making it to the car, she immediately becomes confused.

Why is the sun not even out? What the hell?

Turning and heading back into the living room, she flops on the couch and reaches for the remote.

That damn alarm clock. I could be sleeping. Maybe I should just go back to bed.

Sighing, she flips on the local news station for the morning news. The time passes in the corner of the screen. 6:04 AM. She quickly noticed the news coverage wasn't the normal morning chatter. She listens in as a frightened young intern reports from the streets.

"This is Allison Spickwood reporting from downtown Raccoon where there seems to have been a very odd mishap in the Umbrella labs. There are reports of people falling down dead and wierd mutations taking place such as dulling of the skin coller, grey fading into the eyes. Wait whats this? The news I'm about to recieve may seem...unbelievable. Please bear with me. There happens to be walking..dead? Zombies..that is...Wha..what the fuck is that? "

Rebecca began to panic for a moment, at the thought of such beings existing. The fear elevated with the thought of being unarmed. Groping wildly for the switchblade she keeps tucked away in her boot, she flicks it open and sits frozen for a moment. Realizing a weapon as ineffective as a knife would be against something like the undead, she tries to overcome her anxiety to find something better to defend herself with.

There is nothing here, if I went to the bar, I could go and get Jason's guns. Theres nothing else I can really do.

In an almost paranoid manner, Rebecca stalks over to the car and opens the door, nearly climbing in before realizing the duffel bag sitting near her feet. Throwing the bag in the passanger seat, she starts the car and speeds off for downtown.
Pyschotika
21-12-2004, 04:28
After the loss of his friend, Leo was in an apparent state of crisis. He was stricken with greif, barely able to see clearly. He screamed at random times, and began attacking random things.

"AHHHRGH!!!!!!"

He went and charged at a tree, punching it as hard as he could, ignoring the sharp pain of the rough bark on his fist.

"uuuuuhhh...."

"What the??"

"ughhhhhhhhhh"

"What was that??"

He turns around and sees a lone zombie wandering through the forest, its arms outstretched, its stench stinking up the entire forest.

"You mutha..."

He picks up a large log, and charges at the zombie. He swings the log at the zombies head, not unlike a baseball bat. The zombie drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes. He begins swinging the log down onto the zombies body. He throws the log away and mounts the zombie, he grabs its throat so it cant reach its head up, and begins pounding on its face relentlessly. Shouting and screaming at every punch

"YOU..MUTHA..FUCKER..KILL..MY..FRIEND..ILL..KILL..YOU..YOU...OVERGROWN..SACK..OF..SHIT!"

He reaches into his vest and pulls out a dagger, and slashes wildly at the zombies throat and face, he grabs the matted hair, and slices through the throat of the zombie roughly, until he hits the bone. It seems to be dead or unconcious one. He rears the knife back, and brings it sideways onto the neck of the zombie, severing its head. He throws the head at a tree trunk with all the force in his arm, the head explodes apon impact.

"Take that."

He walks off, slightly calmed down.

OOC

God damn, I'm not pissing your guy off >_>
Euroslavia
21-12-2004, 04:40
He was shaking uncontrollably..

I just shot my neighbor in the head...I put a bullet through his skull. He was a good guy, and I just killed him....well, he was already dead...but I killed him again.

He then saw a car careening towards him, and stared at him until it eventually stopped in front of his house.

"One question, your not one of them..right?"

"Well, I'm talking to you now, right? So no, I'm not one of them. Hey, are you sure you're going to make it to wherever you're heading? Your car doesn't look like it's going to make it. How about you hop into my truck, and we can figure something out, maybe drive by a few places on the way to wherever we're gonna go and pick up some stragglers.
Pyschotika
21-12-2004, 04:44
Mike looked stunned

" Whats wrong with my Ford Ranger? Its a Truck too...pretty reliable one. But your truck seems as if it could really survive crashing through a house...why not? " Mike said, then got out of his truck.

" But, I'm driving. You look to frightened to drive steadily, you don't mind? By the way, I'm Michael Harrison, just call me Mike..oh and I'm in the Raccoon PD, I know my way around. Any specific place you want to head up to? "
Modern Atlantis
21-12-2004, 05:04
He sat down on a tree stump and put his head in his arms. He cried silently to himself. grown men dont cry.. he thought quietly to himself. But he couldnt help it. He had shot his best friend, he had to, or watch him be devoured like a pig. He hated the zombies.

No.

The word rang out like a buillet in his head, he wasnt even sure it was his own thoughts, or voice, whatever, but it rang out.


No.

No, he would not sit here and cry like a baby, he wouldnt waste away like this. He stood up and began walking, when a voice called through the forest.

"Hey you! Do you need some food or water? I got some from a police station!"

He turned around, and saw a boy, no younger than 13, standing there, with a M-16.

"What the..?"

He walked towards the boy.

"Whats your name kid?"

"John.."

"Give me that gun, you'll blow your head off."

Before John could reply, Leo snatched the M-16 away from John, and threw it over his shoulder.

"HEY!"

"Quiet kid. Now, about that food and water.."
Euroslavia
21-12-2004, 05:13
Miroslav tossed him the keys after the other guy hopped out of his truck. He wasn't too comfortable with someone else driving his truck, but then again, he wasn't exactly in the best state of mind to do so. The other guy seemed more ..together.

They both hopped into the truck, and they took off immediately, however, as the truck started to accelerate, Miroslav looked in the rear view mirror only to see that the dog was up and moving...eating the flesh of his undead neighbor, Bruce.

"You're part of the Police Department?" as he replied in shock. "I don't remember you, but then again, I'm still in training, so I don't really know too many people here..."
Pyschotika
21-12-2004, 05:19
Michael felt a little awkward..well the whole no one recognizing him and the bank shootout some years before.

" Corporal Michael J. Harrison. Most notable thing I have done was ending a shoot out quite harshly. Recieved a wound, but came out saving all of the hostages....Raccoon State Bank..yea thats what it was. " He responded

As he was nearing a 4 way, another car came out of no where. Both cars slamming there breaks, inches away from a collision.

" I think we found another survivor. " Mike told him
Alrisha
21-12-2004, 05:36
Rebecca sped along the roads, getting closer to the bar with every passing moment.

Screw obeying traffic laws, I doubt anyone cares if I run a red. I doubt many are alive to care...

Thinking to herself, Rebecca fails to notice the truck speeding toward her in the corner of her eyes. Suddenly she realizes, nearly too late. Slamming on the brakes, she screams as she screeches to a stop.

Oh my god! OH MY GOD! I almost hit that truck. I hope the people in there are o.k. Wait! Can zombies drive cars??

Sitting in the car by herself, she scrambles again for the knife, if only to make her feel marginally safer. Two men jump out of the car, hands hovering over what she could only make out to be guns.

Jumping out of the car in sheer compulsiveness, She waves the blade in front of them as a blatant warning.

"Back the fuck off. I have no idea who you are, but back off."
Pyschotika
21-12-2004, 05:40
Great..

" Raccoon PD! Were on your side...I am Corporal Michael J. Harrison, I'm going to help you. And he is... "
Euroslavia
21-12-2004, 05:43
"Miroslav Marku is the name. It's good to know that there are more survivors..."

He looked at the knife she was holding, and he ran up to her.

"You can put the knife down for now. We aren't going to hurt you."

Miroslav could sense the pain and frustration in her eyes. She looked nothing short of terrified...but if they were all going to survive this horror-come-true, they were going to have to stick together, and go all out, putting all their emotions aside, for once.
Modern Atlantis
21-12-2004, 05:48
Leaving the forest with the boy, Leo walks down the empty streets of racoon city. John staggers behind, upset at being called kid, and having his gun taken away.


Leo suddenly stops.

"Stay very still, as a matter of fact, stay still, ill be right back."

Leo presses hisself against the wall, with the M-16 in his arms, he hears voices, a woman, and what seems like two men. He cocks his M-16, and leaps out from behind the corner, his finger on the trigger. Instead of zombies, he finds himself facing three humans, the gun is in the womans face, he lowers it, embarrassed. He regains his composure, and stands up straight. He scans the three humans thoroughly

"Is this some sort of party here? Do you three have any idea what is going on?? Are you even armed?"
Pyschotika
21-12-2004, 05:49
" Well you two, no sence in standing out here. Just makes us bait to ... god knows what. So, hop into the Truck... " As he was talking, he was interupted by his radio that was in the Truck.

Calling all units, Raccoon PD Headquarters is underattack. We have already lost the metro station ( AKA The PD that the 13 yr old walked into ) and were holding off as much as we...RRRRARGGGG...WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, KILL IT...KILL I....Bleh..~static~

" Looks like the number of survivors just dropped...and that roar didn't sound like any normal zombie. Lets get rolling now. Any places you wanna drop by first? " Mike said, kinda hastily.
Alrisha
21-12-2004, 05:50
Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, Rebecca bites her lip and thinks.

Can I trust these guys? Who is to say they won't kill me or worse... Then again.... this Miroslav guy makes a good point... What the hell! By myself I won't last very long.

She closes the blade and slips it in one of the pockets in her skirt.

"So you guys really are cops? I guess I should be able to trust the men in uniform... My name is Rebecca. Rebecca Ciro. Sorry to be so jumpy. I guess the guys down at the bar weren't exactly crazy after all... What do you guys have to fight with? My bar isn't too far from here, I know there are some guns there. What do you boys think?"
Pyschotika
21-12-2004, 05:52
As Mike was about to get in the Truck, a man with a M16 jumped out of no where. And answered his question:

" Yes, were armed. And we have a good tone of what the fuck is going on. I'm Corporal Michael J. Harrison. And you are? " He asked
Modern Atlantis
21-12-2004, 05:52
Sergeant First Class Leo Orion of the U.S. Marines. I was placed in this redneck hick town, now I lost my best friend, and im stuck with some whiny kid. What in the blue hell is going on here?
Alrisha
21-12-2004, 06:02
Rebecca rolls her eyes, already annoyed with this anal, edgy Marine.

"O.k. Well, Mr. Sergeant First Class Leo Orion of the U.S. Marines, I just thought I'd let your know I don't appreciate your calling my hometown a 'redneck hick town'. I've had enough for now and your holier than thou attitude is really wearing on my already frazzled nerves."

Suddenly the anger faded from Rebecca's mind, "I'm sorry to hear about your friend though... Are you by yourself?"
Pyschotika
21-12-2004, 06:08
Michael couldn't help but nearly laugh...he cracked a little..nothing to serious.

" Well, as long as you don't pull off some leader crap, then lets get moving. Truck is getting a bit full, and your a experienced Marine and have a Rifle, how about you get the bed of the Truck? The boy and..Rebecca, right?..can sit in the back seat. " Mike said

( YES FORD RANGER HAS A BACK SEAT, its quite roomy )
Pyschotika
21-12-2004, 06:19
OOC:

You guys don't mind if we wait untill tommorow? It would be good if we all kinda stuck together on what times we'll be on.

I'll be on at 4 PM CST, maby even earlier.
Green Sun
21-12-2004, 21:55
((Sorry but I have to do this since otherwise this'll grow so big I can't stand to read it all if I don't.))
Laurence was actually lucky enough to grab a marine friend and a tank. He drove full speed down the road with his buddy manning the machine gun. A group of a hundred or so zombies were gathered in a particular area, so he fired. Bodies went flying everywhere. He heard his buddy scream as he fired the machine gun.
"Oh my god! Laurence! He bit me! HE FUCKING BIT ME! OH MY FUCKING GOD!" he shouted.
Laurence raised his machete and cut off the marine's legs from the thigh down, then closed the hatch. He was a good friend, at leats for the five hours he knew him. He drove down the road a bit more and found a group of survivors actually sitting there talking. One man had an M16. He drove up and stopped, opened the hatch and shouted,
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? GET BACK IN YOUR FUCKING CARS AND LET'S GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE! THE MUTANTS HAVE BEEN RELEASED!"
Euroslavia
21-12-2004, 22:15
OOC: The tank is going waaaaay overboard man. It would make things too easy...
Green Sun
21-12-2004, 22:17
((OOC: Don't worry he'll lose it. Take note he mentioned the mutants.))
Ragnaroks
21-12-2004, 22:29
OOC: Third time im posting this..... Anwyay sorry i haven't been on, I just got done with class.

IC:
As Jason and his squad of Seals started their descent towards the landing strip in Racoon, they saw absolutely no life what so ever. But they figured they know why, Clover one of Jason's close friends went crazy on flight home. Don't know why she did but Jason had to blow her head off.

"Racoon Airport this is Stryker, repeat Racoon Airport this is Stryker (I know its spelled wrong) do we have premission to land? Over"

...Statc....

"Repeat this is Stryker requesting landing permission on runway 2A, repeat does anyone hear me? over"

....Static....

"Well that was predictable, anyone ready for a possbile rescue mission of Racoon City's airport? If so everyone give me a Hoorah. [Hoorah is heard through the C130.] Lock and load, get full body armor on, make sure you have a significant ammo supply. I want 3 groups of 5, stick together and dont get to cocky. If you see something tell your group, and use the radio and tell the other 2 groups." As Jason finished, the C130 parked next to terminal A2.

"Chris, take your group and search floor 1, Dave take your group and search floor 2, my group will go to the control tower and try the comm. When you finish your sweeps meet us at the control tower."

"Sir, yes sir."

As Chris and his group rounded up their sweep, they decided to check the food court. When they rounded the corner, they heard a munching sound.

"That can't be good." said Chris

"Chris, um.....behind us."

"Damnit Joe don't try to scrare......me? O shit full auto now, fire at anything that moves."

When he turned around all he saw was a black mass moving towards this trapping them in the food court.

"Dave get you and your squads ass over here, we are under attack from zombies.[Gun Fire] Dave you there?"

"Yeh i am, we will be there in a few minutes."

As Jason's squad made it to he control tower, he heard what was going on. He decided he had to get comm's up, it was the only way to get backup.

"Chris hold out, im getting Dave over there for backup."


OOC: The body armor is just an updated Kevlar vest, 2 men in each group carries M4 Carbine, 1 carries a M249 SAW, the last one carries a P-90 for close combat. Also each man carries a Desert Eagle.
Euroslavia
21-12-2004, 22:31
((OOC: Don't worry he'll lose it. Take note he mentioned the mutants.))


OOC: Mutants? What kind of mutants? I was hoping we'd stick to zombies for a bit...then maybe a little more powerful than that.
Pyschotika
21-12-2004, 22:42
OOC: Untill the 3 others, excluding Eroslavia cuz he is here, get back me and Euroslavia will RP 2 Random SWAT and they'll just end up dying anyways.

And as of tanks...omfg..that is verry f'ing dumb. Mutants? Isn't it a bit too early for Mutants? Let the characters' storylines unfold before we send in WTF Tanks and OMG Mutants.

IC:

Tyler Decantre was the age of 24. In the RACCOON SWAT, with his buddy, ( Whatever the name will be ), and were in the midst of a verry insane situation. Citizens were rushing to the Raccoon State Bank, running from what they explained to be satan's own minions. The 2 SWAT were incharge of security.

" Shit, here they come.. " Tyler said as he opened fire one many zombies with his MP5.

" Start aiming for the heads, just to make sure. " He continued.

---

REMEMBER THESE ARE JUST TEMPORARY CHARACTERS UNTILL THE 3 OTHERS WITH ME AND EUROSLAVIA ARE BACK.
Holy Paradise
21-12-2004, 22:51
John began speaking, "I knew those experiments would be trouble. Never mess with things that anyone with common sense can tell are dangerous. Now...now the fires and demons of hell have been raised, and we, a small pack of survivors, are the angels led by St. Michael the Archangel to send the devils back into the pit."
Holy Paradise
21-12-2004, 22:57
John looks at Leo, sort of upset that Leo thinks he can't control an M16. "You know, sir, I know how to use a gun. I need something to protect myself. I need at least a handgun." John explained, expecting a no. He looked around. No zombies. For now.
Pyschotika
21-12-2004, 22:59
OOC Holy Paradise, you and John are right next to me, Euroslavia, and Alrisha...were waiting for 2 of them so we can get on with our part of the RP
Holy Paradise
21-12-2004, 23:02
OOC Holy Paradise, you and John are right next to me, Euroslavia, and Alrisha...were waiting for 2 of them so we can get on with our part of the RP
Oh okay. Oh and I am John, if you didn't know, because you said, "you and John..."
Pyschotika
21-12-2004, 23:02
OOC Ok my main character.

IC

" The kid is right ya know...but one thing...he'll just act like he is John Rambo and eventually get us all killed. " Mike said

" Perhaps we'll find some weapons, and he can have a pistol.. " He continued

OOC We have to wait for Alrisha, because she is the one who tells us about the Bar with all the guns in it.
Pyschotika
21-12-2004, 23:03
OOC lol I meant Leo..not John >_>
Holy Paradise
21-12-2004, 23:09
OOC lol I meant Leo..not John >_>
OOC: K

IC: John nodded, but not eagerly. He was trained with a gun, had taken every hunting education course he found out about, and had a reserve membership for the NRA that would go into effect on his 16th birthday. An older friend of his in the military had gotten permission to let him try out the target range under his supervision. He had been given an "Expert Marksman" ranking due to his amazing performance. Still he realized they were concerned about his and their safety, and besides, a pistol can still kill zombies, and that's all that mattered
Pyschotika
21-12-2004, 23:14
Mike could see it in the kid's face that he wasn't going to act stupid. He was thinking what to do but then remembered that he brought his holster with him, it was in the bed of the truck...he forgot his cop pistol was in it.

" You know how to aim, and pull a trigger right? Even a Browning Hi-Power? "

Mike said as he reached to the bed of the truck and take his B H-P out of the Holster.
Holy Paradise
21-12-2004, 23:17
Mike could see it in the kid's face that he wasn't going to act stupid. He was thinking what to do but then remembered that he brought his holster with him, it was in the bed of the truck...he forgot his cop pistol was in it.

" You know how to aim, and pull a trigger right? Even a Browning Hi-Power? "

Mike said as he reached to the bed of the truck and take his B H-P out of the Holster.
"Yes, sir. I've gotten an "Expert Marksman" rating at a military firing range. An older friend of mine in the military had gotten me permission to as long as he was watching carefully."
Pyschotika
21-12-2004, 23:19
" I don't care if you've got arthritus or your god like, as long as you can shoot. Now remember this, you have 10 Bullets in that clip, and there is a bullet in the Chamber. You only have one clip, so please..please..leave the shooting to us...use it only when dearly needed. Hopefully we'll find some hardball ammunition, or better... " Mike said.

" And by the way, I am Corporal Michael J. Harrison of the Raccoon PD, you are? " He asked
Bubba Joe
21-12-2004, 23:23
Hi everyone
Was just reading what you lot have written. Sounds good. Like how you have all hooked up. Are you going to throw in a few other characters who will cause trouble by messing up almost killing the whole group??
I'm taking it that the zombies can't run though!? Not like in the remake of dawn of the dead.
Sorry if you think I'm butting in but I think this is interesting.
Holy Paradise
21-12-2004, 23:23
"Thanks, and my name is John H. of MNMS. Nice to meet you." he said. He took the gun and suddenly felt a surge of power seem to go through his mind. "No," he thought, "Remember that hunting education course: Anytime you hold a gun, you'll feel like you are the most powerful thing on Earth. Ignore that, as it can only lead to misuse of the firearm." So he ignored it, and he soon forgot all about that false power.
Jankia
21-12-2004, 23:31
Thomas was skateboarding in his driveway with his freind John. suddenly he heard pots and glasses break in his house.
"What the hell was that?" said John,
"I don't know, lets go check it out." replied Thomas
They crept open the door, his brother was laying on the floor with a blood puddle under him.
"Oh shit"
he grabbed a baseball bat from his garage, John grabbed a wrench and they walked inside, they looked around the corner. His mom was chewing on his dads leg, he was also dead.
"Mo....Mom?"
His eyes filled up with tears with the sight of this nightmare. He gripped the baseball bat tightly. His mom turned around, blood around her mouth and she got up and ran after them. Thomas and John were to scared to use their eapons, they rushed out the door and got on their skateboards, his mom close to grabbing them.
"What the f**k is going on?!" said Thomas
"I dont know but what we just saw was screwed up" Said John
"We gotta get to the Police Station."
So they sped away down the street to the Poice Station, seeing many corpses allong the way. As they were going down the street they saw a truck heading towards them. They ran into the middle of the street and immediantly started saying "Stop! Help!!"
Pyschotika
21-12-2004, 23:31
Hi everyone
Was just reading what you lot have written. Sounds good. Like how you have all hooked up. Are you going to throw in a few other characters who will cause trouble by messing up almost killing the whole group??
I'm taking it that the zombies can't run though!? Not like in the remake of dawn of the dead.
Sorry if you think I'm butting in but I think this is interesting.

Actually, I'm glad people are taking interest. Find the OOC thread and sign up if you wish. Our goal is to meet up right now.

Its always good to see someone is taking interest in the RP.

Back to the Temp char:

Tyler was frantically trying to reload his MP5, and as he was managing to lock it into the gun, 2 dogs jumped his friend, the other SWAT, and started ripping apart at his neck like he was some chew toy. Tyler locked the clip into the MP5 and started to unload on the 2 dogs, then another bullet to put his friend out of his missery. He dropped the now steaming hot MP5, and pulled out his pistol and aimlessly fired upon the zombies. A Civilian ended up picking up the other MP5 and started to aid Tyler. But it was all in vein, and with in minutes the zombies overwhelmed the survivors. The zombies started to scatter away from the bank where they just held there verry own banquet. Some still lay alive, in shock and bleeding to death. But soon, everyone was completely dead. Strange enough, Tyler mistakenly turned his radio on as he was fumbling with his pistol holster and the whole entire slaughter was broadcasted to every Police radio in the city. This included Mike J. Harrison.

---Radio---

* gunshots * " DIE YOU FUCKS!!!! DIE!!! "

* Screaming noises, of a male and then multiple screams and grunts. Then silence *
Ragnaroks
21-12-2004, 23:35
[OOC: When you guys meet up and find a "hole" through the zombies, you mind going to the airport to meet up with Jason? Or should i come to you when I finish with the airport?]

IC:

"Where the hell are you Dave? We are getting swarmed in the food court!" shouted Chris over the radio

"We are right next to you, we are trying to blast a hole through these damn zombies. Throw a few frags near the McDonalds sign, the "wall" of zombies is thin there."

"Thank god, [off the radio] everyone through 2 frags around the McDonalnds sign, and get ready to run like mad to the control tower."

As the frags detonated and zombies went flying, including a few legs and arms Chris and his squad went running through the disappearing hole. Joe,got a nail from a zombie stuck in his arm, but no one noticed.... (bet you know where this is going)

"Dave, Chris, respond did you make it out? Over"

"Yeh we did Jason, but we used quite a bit of frags in the process. over"

"Well get your asses to the control tower, im going to blow the stair-case so we will hopefully be safe for a little while. over"

"Roger, be there in 5 minutes"
Pyschotika
22-12-2004, 00:00
OOC Read my first post on this page, I re did it.

IC

Great..this can't be good

" Ok, were going to have to find some more weapons and ammunition. Perhaps some more survivors..anyone know where we can go for some ammo? ( No one but Rebecca answer this please ) Once were done there, were headed to the Raccoon State Bank, see if there is any survivors. Never know. " Mike said.

OOC Ok now, once Leo and Rebecca are back, we'll continue this part.
Jankia
22-12-2004, 00:39
OOC: Anyone read my post? 3rd page, last post.
Euroslavia
22-12-2004, 01:32
"First things first, I swear I heard someone.....something out there screaming for help right before we almost got into that accident. I have a gut feeling that somewhere out there, someone, possibly multiple people need our help. Should we maybe go around this area a bit and look for survivors, and then take off? Or do we have time for that?"
Green Sun
22-12-2004, 02:05
"Oh, and just in case you're wondering, this damn tank is out of shells," Laurence told them. He went back in, searched through the tank, and came back up.
"It's also out of gas."
He jumped out, pulled the machine gun out, and hopped into the back of the truck.
"Let's leave."
Jankia
22-12-2004, 02:41
"Shit! They aren't stopping!" Said Thomas
There was a girl on the ground with no legs. It crawled over to John's leg and bit it.
"Ahhh!!!!"
John took out the wrench and stated bashing the girl on the head, its head cracked open and blood wnet everywhere.
"You ok John?"
"Yeah, Im fine but that thing bit me hard" Said John not knowing what would happen to him soon
Holy Paradise
22-12-2004, 02:44
As the truck sped along, John looked outside, hoping there were no zombies following them, although they couldn't catch up anyway. "So, what happened that caused the zombie outbreak, if any of you know." he asked suddenly.
Ragnaroks
22-12-2004, 03:38
As Chris and Dave's squads made a run across the runways to the control tower, they spotted a Heavy Expanded Mobility Tactical Truck (HEMTT).

"Jay, we spotted a HEMTT truck across the runways and in the military base. Should we meet there? over."

"Yeh, they sounds good Chris. We will head over there and clear the base and start her up and pick you up. After we try the comms. over."

"Got ya, be quick about it. The zombies im sure will find us soon."

"Yeah i know, we will meet you. out"

As jason was trying the comms, the other 4 in his group were dismantling the explosive that would have been used to destroy the staircase.

"This is Stryker can anyone read? over.
I repeat this is Stryker, we are at the Racoon Airport, can anyone read me?over."
...Static... OOC: IF someone can do they mind responding to this? So they know they aren't the only ones alive. (Jay should hear it on his hand-held emergency radio)

IC:
As they finished with the explosvies they quickly ran out and started towards the HEMTT at a fast jog. When then reached it, the realized someone was horrible wrong. The HEMTT was running..... Someone must have either tried to leave and failed. Or something wanted them to come....

"Sir, the vehicle is running. Shouldn't we make a run for it?"

"something is wrong here.... Why would it be running? Maybe someone tried to leave?"

"Possible Luke, lets go slow and make sure it is secure first."

"Ok Jay, everyone scan the perimeter around the vehicle, secure it, and double back to it. Lets get the fuck outta here, and find anyone else that is alive."

OOC: Ill post in a little while, there will probably be a large battle. I am pretty sure some of you will hear it. Or atleast allow your characters to here it.
Pyschotika
22-12-2004, 03:39
OOC: Were not driving yet, Holy Paradise. Gonna have to wait when everyone in this group is on.
Modern Atlantis
22-12-2004, 03:44
OOC: Im making a new rule, i dont mind you RPing as other characters - BUT THEY MUST DIE WITHIN YOUR THIRD POST OF THEIR CREATION

IC:

Leo looked at the kid

"Me and a buddy were assigned to guard a science facility. The power went out there, and we saw them things. I went into the forest, and after i came out, it spread like wildfire. Im assuming it started in that science facility."

He looks at the two cops

"Hey, you two wouldnt happen to have any ammunition for a .45 would you?"

The truck keeps on driving, encountering nothing, until they turn a corner, and see a horrible sight, about twenty zombies walking towards the truck, arms outstretched, their stench reaching them before the sight. They moan and groan as they walk, many mutilated in horrible ways.

"Holy shit.."

The driver (I dont know which one of you it is) looks to the back

"HOLD ON!"

He presses on the gas, and charges for the zombies full force ahead, many are knocked over, but a few grab onto the truck if they can. Leo, being in the bed of the truck, picks up his M-16 and begins firing them off. Suddenly, a zombie leaps out of nowhere and grabs onto his neck. Leo is dragged off the truck, as it keeps on going straight ahead, seemingly unaware that he has fallen off the truck.

"OH SHIT!"

Leo punches the zombie right in the face, causing it to let go.

"COME BACK!!!! oh fuck it"

He aims his M-16 at the crowd of advancing zombies

"DIE YOU MUTHA FUCKERS!!!!!"

He fires his M-16 until it runs out of ammo.

"fuck.."

The crowd attempts to encircle him, but he dives into a nearby house. He quickly gets up and slams the door, locking it. Looking around, he finds a dresser against the wall, running over to it, he pushes it against the door. He quickly runs to the windows and shuts them. He sees a flight of stairs, and runs up them quickly. At the end of the hallway, a zombie stands, looking out the window blankly. With all the stealth he learned in the marines, he quickly sneaks up behind it, and pushes it out of the window of the top floor. It hits the ground outside with a sick thud. He looks for the master bedroom, and goes in it, he locks the door on it too. He goes to the dresser and fumbles through it, throwing clothes and magazines everywhere. He finds a small pack of 30 bullets for his .45. He pushes the dresser over to the door, and locks himself in the room.
Holy Paradise
22-12-2004, 03:54
John, looked back, and noticed Leo being thrusted out of the car. Knowing this was an emergency, threw a rock he had over at a spot, hoping to distract the zombies long enough for Leo to get back on. Knowing it wouldn't be enough, he yelled, "Stop the truck! We have to save Leo!"
Pyschotika
22-12-2004, 04:20
OOC: Im making a new rule, i dont mind you RPing as other characters - BUT THEY MUST DIE WITHIN YOUR THIRD POST OF THEIR CREATION


'OOC: WTF?

The whole reason why were waiting is because the girl is supposed to say ' Lets go to so and so bar, we can get some ammo there. ' and then we were going to go to the Raccoon PD HQ and then get the hell outta Dodge city, which wouldn't be easy.

Well I'll post my IC later, bussy now.
Pyschotika
22-12-2004, 04:25
OOC I'll do the IC now. Since you want to be a zombie badly Leo...

IC

" Kid, we just can't stop and risk all of us. What the fuck is wrong with you, is it like you want us to die? I'm sorry, but life is a bitch. And you should know that by now...I mean look around you outside. I'm sorry, I'm not the biggest fan of doing this, but I've heard what happens to someone when there bitten....* sigh *....Look kid, he is already well...he is gone. We have to move on...Rebecca you mentioned you wanted us to go somewhere...whats that? " Mike said

" Uhh..oh yea. Raccoon City Bar. You should know where it is..right? " Rebecca told Mike

" Yea, I do..but why there? " He asked

" To get some weapons, were not going verry far with low ammunition. " She told him

" True, ok heading there now. Then Raccoon Police Headquarters, and possibly the bank. " After that, he swallowed down the gulp of pain and sorrow in his throat for the man he just helped kill...well atleast he felt like that. He took a left and started heading for the bar district.
Modern Atlantis
22-12-2004, 04:35
Leo sits in a corner of the upper floor of the house, crouched. He holds his .45 close to his chest. He lost his M-16 already. Its somewhere out on the street. He sighs and stands up. He had to find a way out of here, with or without them other survivors. He thinks to himself. If they had ammunition, there very well may be a gun somewhere around here. He searches through the drawers in the room, looking, but finding nothing. Sighing, he pushes the dresser away from the door, and slowly walks out of the room, into the hallway. After seeing the coast is clear, he creeps downstairs, crouching as he steps down the stairs. Still nothing. He walks over to the dresser pushed in front of the door, and searches through it, he finds another .45, exactly what he was looking for, along with some more ammunition. He looks out the windows, and sees zombies parading and rampaging all out there.

"shit.."

He walks towards the living room, looking for a back door. But he finds something else. A 12 gauge shotgun, hanging on the wall. On the fireplace below it, lay a small pack of ten shotgun bullets. [i]not a very wise place to put bullets, but oh well[/b] He runs over to the fireplace, pockets the bullets, and carefully removes the shotgun from the wall. He loads it up, and then walks towards the kitchen, where he sees a backdoor, with a small backyard. Cautiously, he opens the door and steps outside. The air reeked of death. He leaves the backyard cautiously, and steps out into another street. A dead police officer lay in the street, his head removed from his body. He hoped it wasnt the one whom he was in the truck with. He began looking for an exit out of this accursed city. If he made it back to civilization, he would inform the military nad have a nuked droped on this city, or something like that.
Green Sun
22-12-2004, 04:36
"Where the fuck are you guys going?" Laurence shouted. He hoped out of the truck.
"There's checkpoints at the gates of the city. If we go fast they might still be open. If you're looking for more ammo, I stocked up in the tank. You might not find what you're looking for but I have plenty of ammo for this machine gun."
Pyschotika
22-12-2004, 04:36
OOC ok fine, how many zombies? I can still edit the post and save you if you want..
Modern Atlantis
22-12-2004, 04:38
OOC: Nah im going solo for a bit.
Pyschotika
22-12-2004, 04:42
OOC Ok..cuz I remember when you made your char in the OOC, you mentioned Leo being a zombie...

But must we all become Zombies? lol..I mean it is highly possible for some to survive.

Anyways here is the stats on the Browning Hi-Power I gave John, the kid:

10 bullets in it, nothing else. Unless he shot it already.

And my Custom Colt .45 1911A1:

12 bullets in it, 2 extra magazines with 12 bullets.

And if we go to Raccoon State Bank, there are two MP5s and 2 more pistols from the 2 swat who died defending the bank, but possibility of them all reanimating is verry high. And the PD HQ has some heavy armament. Bar has a Shotgun. So yea
Green Sun
22-12-2004, 04:50
OOC: Please us the OOC thread for this.
Pyschotika
22-12-2004, 04:53
OOC ok but may I note...we have the same post counts..
Green Sun
22-12-2004, 04:53
OOC: That's funny. Wow. Equal post counts. Now can we go kill some zombies?
Pyschotika
22-12-2004, 04:59
OOC: maby later, I stayed up late last night so need to catch up for it soon.

Well tommorow I'll be up like all night soo I'll definatly post a lot.
Green Sun
22-12-2004, 05:02
OOC: Always tomorrow!
Pyschotika
22-12-2004, 05:04
OOC Yea but today didn't go as planned...tommorow should be good for this RP.
Green Sun
22-12-2004, 05:06
OOC: Alright. Now, I need a sum-up. Who is where and who is who? It seems there's 4 Johns in this RP.
Jankia
22-12-2004, 05:16
OOC My main guys name is Thomas Scardino, and to keep it from being 4 Johns, Ill change my freinds name to Timmy.
Green Sun
22-12-2004, 05:35
OOC: Timmy! Livin a lie, livin a lie, Timmah! (Sorry couldn't resist.)
Green Sun
22-12-2004, 16:53
((bump!))
Modern Atlantis
22-12-2004, 22:40
OOC: NO MORE OOC POSTS!!!!!

IC:

Leo walks slowly, carefully, and quietly, hoping not to disturb any zombies from their feeding frenzy. Damn i wish it was nighttime. He quietly thought to himself, he had been specially trained to operate at night. I could also really really use some silencers. He sighs and creeps along the wall. Wouldnt it be better to run?? They cant run, they are too damn slow

"OH SHIT!!!!!!!! WHAT THE HELL!!! DOWN!!! NO!!! STOP!!!!!"

"GRRR"

The voices emanated from somewhere, he didnt know where. Hoping to find a survivor, he pulled out his two .45's, strapped his shotgun around his shoulder and broke off in a run, towards the sound. When he finally reached the site of the sound, there were two mutated dogs, feeding on a helpless man. Hearing him approach, the dogs turned around and sped towards him

"Oh hell no!"

He began pulling the triggers on his .45's at the same time, firing at both of the dogs. One lost its head immediatly, the other kept running towards him, the bullets missing him narrowly. Leo decided to test one of his tricks he learned in the marines. As the dog jumped at him, Leo dropped to the ground, and caught the dog in the chest with his feet, flipping him over. As the dog hit the ground, it attempted to gather itself again, but Leo was too fast for the dog, he pulled out his .45 and blasted a hole in the dogs head big enough to kill an elephant. Getting up, he walked over to the man the dogs were feeding on.

"Help...me"

Leo pointed one of the .45's at the mans head, and fired.
Green Sun
22-12-2004, 22:43
"Aw, hell. He's in the bar. Last place you wanna be right now. Kid, get in the truckand let's hope he gets back in one pience. No, on second throught, dig through the tank and find those stoguns. There's two of 'em and a buttload o' shells," Larry told the kid.
"What are you waiting for? If any zombies come along I've got a damn machine gun!"
Holy Paradise
22-12-2004, 23:23
Do you mean my character?
Green Sun
22-12-2004, 23:28
((The kid, the one who had the M16 before Leo took it.))
Holy Paradise
22-12-2004, 23:35
((The kid, the one who had the M16 before Leo took it.))
OOC: That would be me.

IC: John went into the tank to find the shotguns and ammo. They were easy to find, but as he exited the tank with them, he noticed he was surrounded by zombies. He ducked back into the tank and took the controls. He swirved the tank towards the zombies, and thinking, "Just pretend its a video game, John." He then pushed on the throttle and the tank began crawling forward. Two zombies were squashed by the tank, splattering blood all over the ground. John proceeded by running over 4 more zombies, then jumped out of the tank with the shotguns and ammo, and ran towards the truck. He got in and shut the door. "Here you go." he said, handing the weapons and ammo to Larry.
Green Sun
22-12-2004, 23:43
"Keep 'em in the truck, you'll need 'em," Larry responded. He propped the machine gun on the truck, aimed, and fired at the oncoming zombies, blowing their heads off. He felt one grab his leg, so he pulled out a .45 magnum and blew its head off.
"I hope that young fool gets back here soon!"
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 00:03
OOC: Ok, the Truck speeds off, but in some ppl's heads..were all at some fucking tank and apparently the truck is being driven by everyone at the same time. Sorry but we need to reorganize this really quick.
Green Sun
23-12-2004, 00:15
OOC: Oh, thank you for clearing that up. So we're in the truck, we nabbed the guns, and we're leaving. I'm in the back with the machine gun, and the tank is out of gas.
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 00:17
OOC: No problem, kinda my fault for not summing it up b4 I went to bed last night. Sorry I am pretty profan....lol
Green Sun
23-12-2004, 00:27
"So where are you headed? I say let's go to the airport so we can fly the hell outta here. I have a personal plane, so I can fly, not to mention I had to learn during the Gulf War when my plane crashed."
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 00:33
" Yea, but whose to say your plane is surrounded by shitloads of zombies? I say it is wise to go to known places first for some weapons and ammo. " Harrison said as he turned right, facing Raccoon State Bank.

" On my radio ( I'm a cop, so I have the lil radio with me, well walkie talkie ) I picked up some SWAT gruesomly dying. I decided to get there weapons for us, 2 MP5 SMGs and 2 USP Tactical Pistols with silencers..but stay alert, possibility of the dead ones reanimating. " Harrison told everyone in the Truck.
Jankia
23-12-2004, 00:34
Thomas was skateboarding in his driveway with his freind Timmy. Suddenly he heard pots and glasses break in his house.
"What the hell was that?" said Timmy,
"I don't know, lets go check it out." replied Thomas
They crept open the door, his brother was laying on the floor with a blood puddle under him.
"Oh shit"
he grabbed a baseball bat from his garage, Timmy grabbed a wrench and they walked inside, they looked around the corner. His mom was chewing on his dads leg, he was also dead.
"Mo....Mom?"
His eyes filled up with tears with the sight of this nightmare. He gripped the baseball bat tightly. His mom turned around, blood around her mouth and she got up and ran after them. Thomas and Timmy were to scared to use their weapons, they rushed out the door and got on their skateboards, his mom close to grabbing them.
"What the f**k is going on?!" said Thomas
"I dont know but what we just saw was screwed up" Said Timmy
"We gotta get to the Police Station."
So they sped away down the street to the Poice Station, seeing many corpses allong the way. As they were going down the street they saw a truck heading towards them. They ran into the middle of the street and immediantly started saying "Stop! Help!!"
Green Sun
23-12-2004, 00:36
"I know that my plane isn't surronded by zombies because the airport has been closed for the last thirteen hours and the fact it's locked up in a hangar. Thankfully I have the keys to it," Larry replied.
"By the way, do you happen to have a welder somewhere in here, that way I can turn this truck into a Technical?"
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 00:37
What the fuck?!

Michael slammed on the breaks, nearly hitting the kids. He got out, pistol in his hand, but pointed down.

" What the hell are you doing outside? It is a lot safer in a house..well shit...get in the back with the Machinegunner. " He told the 2 kids.

He got back in waiting for the kids to climb in.
Ragnaroks
23-12-2004, 00:40
OOC: Where could our characters meet up? We are in the military base, which is in the airfield. My guys need to be picked up other wise they will die.

IC:

As Jason and his squad approached the HEMTT, Dave and Chris's squads met up with them. They decided the best way to get to the truck was to do a quick sweep and secure the area or try to.

"Dave, take your team and head counter clockwise around the truck, 30 meters from it. Chris, take your team and head clockwise around the truck, also 30 meters from it. If any zombies go after you, shoot their damn heads off. Got it?"

"Yes, sir, we will secure the perimeter."

"Good, go and be quick."

As the 2 teams secured the perimeter Jason and his team made a run for the truck. They hoped it be empty, with no zombies around it. If everthing went right, they could meet up with survivors in 20 minutes. As they approached the truck they head gun shots from what sounded to be like Dave's team, then they head gun shots from Chris's team.

"You 2 go support Chris's team, you other 2 go support Dave's team. Find out what happened." barked Jason

"Sir, yes sir." they said in unison.

Again Jason tried to approach the truck, but all he heard was gunshots, and yelling over the radio.

[Over the radio]
"Die you mother fuckers, die."

"Watch out they are comming from the right, the left, behind us, ahead of us, everywhere."

"Shit, weapon jammed. Can't undue it.......voice stops"

Jason decided it was best to go after his men, then to go for the truck.
As he sprinted toward Dave's team, he saw what was happening. They were being surrounded. There was no way out unless someone came from the outside.

"Dave you ok?"

"No, we are being surrounded how should i fell?"

"Keep shooting."

From the outside all jason could see was legs, arms, heads flying everywhere. But they weren't making a damn dent. When he threw his last 2 grenades they made a big enough hole so Dave's team could make it through. But all who came out was Dave, and Joe.

"Sir, rest of my team is dead. It was gruesome."

"Keep shooting damnit."

When they met up, they turned around and fired into the smothering "blob." But it wasn't doing anything, if you shot 1 down 5 took its place. It was hopeless but they continued fighting. Soon enough they knew Chris's team was gone, because that part of the "blob" was turning around and moving towards them. Even though they were hopelessy out numbered they continued fighting, even though their guns were turning a bright red from the non-stop firing. But they had no choice, either to kill as many as they could, or die.

"Sir, this IS NOT WORKING, they keep comming."

OOC: I had to be quick, ill post a good fire fight, right after i have dinner.
Green Sun
23-12-2004, 00:42
"Machine gunner? I just arrived in a goddammed tank! My name's LARRY!" he shouted, "I was in both Gulf Wars and I was there when America went in to destroy Sudan's goverment. I've flown helicopter, jets, and planes, fired tanks, rocket launchers, and hell, even a tactical nuke! I'm a British Commando and the only reason your sorry asses haven't been eaten yet is because I told the HIVE Administrator NOT to make so much of the T-virus!" Larry added.
"Oh, shit, I wasn't supposed to say that..."
Holy Paradise
23-12-2004, 00:43
John looked at the two kids that had just gotten in. They looked like they had seen the depths of hell. "So, what are your names?" he asked.
Green Sun
23-12-2004, 00:50
"Holy shit, Timmy? Is that you, Timmy? I knew your uncle! Too bad he was one of the first I killed...I wish he were here with me now..." Laurence said, drifting away in thought. Then he noticed a zombie and pumped it full of lead.
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 00:50
Before he revved up the engine, he stepped back out...pissed.

" You listen to me you son of a bitch, I don't care if you fought Satan himself. Were a god damned team, not 8 year olds bragging about who is the better one. And, speaking of that T-Virus.. " Mike puts his hand on his pistol " what else do you have to say? Apparently what you did in the past doesn't make up for being part of this hell hole. "
Green Sun
23-12-2004, 00:58
"I have a PHD in this sorta shit. I created the original virus. Actually, it was to be a performance enhancer for the military, but all the test subjects either died or became these vampiric things. All the living subject were killed. We started again, building on what we had. We came up with the C-Virus and it worked on our first subject. Perfect specimen. He beat the snot out of all the highly trained marines we set him up against. Killed three of them, in fact, with nothing but his fists. But he mutated and it killed him. It had a half-life. Then we made the T-virus. A performance enhancer and a biological weapon. It was perfect to all the goddammed nutcases. I didn't like it. The deal was for a perfect steroid not a biological weapon. I went to the HIVE's administrator and told him to only make a small amount of it and he agreed. But then some greedy asshole let it loose and I escaped the HIVE, carefully and I didn't let any of it out. The HIVE was then opened by Umbrella and they got out. That was fourty-eight hours ago," Larry told him, "So get that fucking gun out of my face."
Jankia
23-12-2004, 01:04
John looked at the two kids that had just gotten in. They looked like they had seen the depths of hell. "So, what are your names?" he asked.

"My names Thomas Scardino"
"I'm Timmy Warrington"
"All we got is a wrench and a baseball bat, and those arent really gonna do any good. Anyway, where are we heading and what are your names?"

OOC: Im gonna be off for a couple hours
Green Sun
23-12-2004, 01:05
"Timmy, it's me, Larry Truv. I knew your uncle."
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 01:13
" Chill down, the gun hasn't even left the holster. But I'm not going to take this big dog shit. Now really, we have to worry about finding survivors who havn't gone insane yet, and take them with us. We might have to start dropping them off at the airport once your jet is secure. Thats if we make it that far. And who knows what god awful things that are arround other then some mindless zombie...he buckled his holster, keeping the colt in place and got back in the truck, revved up the engines.." So are you kids getting in yet? "
The eternal-dragons
23-12-2004, 01:13
OOC:Do you post straight after making you bio in the ooc forums..If so i shall make a post tm.....As it is late here...

I wish more girls were in the rp though as then H@do could be his usual flirty self...
Holy Paradise
23-12-2004, 01:15
"My names Thomas Scardino"
"I'm Timmy Warrington"
"All we got is a wrench and a baseball bat, and those arent really gonna do any good. Anyway, where are we heading and what are your names?"

OOC: Im gonna be off for a couple hours
"I'm John H., and I only say H. as I don't like saying my full name. I've got a high-power handgun so I think we could maybe get you a Colt .45 or something like. I don't know where we are headed. All I know is there's zombies all over the f**king place and we've got to send them back to Hell. I bet you saw some terrible things, what with the look on your face when you got in. If you know how to use a handgun and not do a Rambo with it, we'll get each of you one. But if you do get one, don't use it unless its an absolute emergency, as the adults will do the shooting mostly. I had just killed about 6 zombies when you guys showed up. Now listen, you don't want to get bit by one of those creatures. You think its just a wound, but you'll end up becoming one, too."
Green Sun
23-12-2004, 01:16
"If you don't believe me, then I didn't just arrive at your truck in a tank."
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 01:21
" Never said I don't believe you...what do you think I am? Some Religious extremist who thinks God has done this to us as punishment? Anyways...I don't care if someone shitted out the zombies or the zombies just came for no reason at all....lets just worry about surviving. "
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 01:23
"I'm John H., and I only say H. as I don't like saying my full name. I've got a high-power handgun so I think we could maybe get you a Colt .45 or something like. I don't know where we are headed. All I know is there's zombies all over the f**king place and we've got to send them back to Hell. I bet you saw some terrible things, what with the look on your face when you got in. If you know how to use a handgun and not do a Rambo with it, we'll get each of you one. But if you do get one, don't use it unless its an absolute emergency, as the adults will do the shooting mostly. I had just killed about 6 zombies when you guys showed up. Now listen, you don't want to get bit by one of those creatures. You think its just a wound, but you'll end up becoming one, too."


" Sorry kid, this is the only Colt .45 around us. And its my Grandpa's, he was in World War II. Fucker survived the beaches....and he gave it to me and let me modify it, couple months before he died...Anyways, I know SWATS are armed with MP5 SMGs and USP Tactical Pistols, you two ( the kids ) will get the pistols if we make it to the Bank. "
Holy Paradise
23-12-2004, 01:24
" Sorry kid, this is the only Colt .45 around us. And its my Grandpa's, he was in World War II. Fucker survived the beaches....and he gave it to me and let me modify it, couple months before he died...Anyways, I know SWATS are armed with MP5 SMGs and USP Tactical Pistols, you two ( the kids ) will get the pistols if we make it to the Bank. "
"Okay."
Green Sun
23-12-2004, 01:26
" Never said I don't believe you...what do you think I am? Some Religious extremist who thinks God has done this to us as punishment? Anyways...I don't care if someone shitted out the zombies or the zombies just came for no reason at all....lets just worry about surviving. "
"You actually think we need to survive this? We need to stop Umbrella. They have labs worldwide. If we don't stop them, they'll release it everywhere. It'll be a global catastrophe."
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 01:26
"Okay."

OOC You get to keep the Browning Hi-Power, if we make it out alive...well its a gift lol...because I can see this going beyond simple zombies. Like Umbrella knows about us, and shoots the jet down just outside of Raccoon city and take us prisoner or something..or some or one of us..or w/e
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 01:28
"You actually think we need to survive this? We need to stop Umbrella. They have labs worldwide. If we don't stop them, they'll release it everywhere. It'll be a global catastrophe."

Never trusted a single one of there products anyways.

" Yea, I figured Umbrella was fucked up from when I heard the first news reports of cancer being caused by most of there supplies. And I'm not surprised there behind this, but we aint stopping shit unless we survive Raccoon city. And knowing a buisiness this wealthy and tied with the Government somehow, we'll never be able to warn people. Even if we bring a dead zombie along with us. "
Holy Paradise
23-12-2004, 01:29
"You actually think we need to survive this? We need to stop Umbrella. They have labs worldwide. If we don't stop them, they'll release it everywhere. It'll be a global catastrophe."
"I agree. We have to destroy Umbrella, even if it means us dying."
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 01:30
"I agree. We have to destroy Umbrella, even if it means us dying."

Sigh

" Why do I get a hunch that you all think I don't give a damn if we stop this or not? "
Green Sun
23-12-2004, 01:31
"And I know just the people to do it. Were can we contact the Racoon City S.T.A.R.S?"
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 01:35
Time to tell them the truth.

" Through me. Ok I have some secrets too. I'm a S.T.A.R., I was supposed to stay undercover as some regular cop for quite some time now. S.T.A.R. had a hunch on Umbrella, knew something wasn't right. Explains why I just about pulled a gun out on your face. And knowing S.T.A.R., there has to be dozens of them already here. We just havn't looked hard enough, hell they may even know where I am currently. "
Green Sun
23-12-2004, 01:39
"Well your hunch was right. Umbrella's under new management and he's a complete nutso. I know where he is, so when we get the hell outta here, I'm organizing the URT!"
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 01:50
" Wow, and I thought you'd know this by now...Even if we escape, we have to worry about not getting the hell blown out of us. I wouldn't be surprised if they have already sat up SAMs outside this god forsaken city. Hell, they may be prepping a nuke to hide all the evidence...thats why we can't just prance out of here. And I know where we can find most of the living. They should be at Umbrella controled gates, but we can't just walk right through them. To heavily guarded by Umbrella's own Army, the USMC..even the SAS...would have quite the time trying to fight them. Best thing to do is too keep this city from being utterly destroyed, it is the only proof we have. And only god knows how hard it'll be to get to the new dick incharge of Umbrella. And most of the S.T.A.R.S. are around the whole town putting up there own defensive..Ok new plan. We go to the Bank, get the SMGs and the pistols, perhaps some Kevlar. Then we go to the Bar for a person who can link us directly to any S.T.A.R. installation, god knows if they have turned that into a fortress. Then we pillage all the nearby Pawn shops, and hunting outlets. We need to start being serious now. After we have all of that, we go look for some pretty pissed survivors. Make our own personal army, then we take the flight outta dodge city, and our cute bunny tails are saved. ( Read Tom Clancy Red Rabbit, it'll make sence lol ) Then were not exactly out of hell, we have to avoid being shot down by some Umbrella fucker. After that, we reform wherever the hell we can, probably start at one of the Umbrella gates in Raccoon. Take it over, let everyone alive through. And since you know so much about this T-Virus, I want you incharge of checking for infections. No one infected alowed, can't let this shit out into the world. And we kinda go on from there.. "
Green Sun
23-12-2004, 01:54
"If we keep the city alive, they'll get out. And trust me, I can check for infection without looking. I, myself, volunteered for being a test subject. I'm infected. But don't worry, my immunity is too great. Just make sure I don't get AIDS."
Larry shifted. He felt a tingle down his spine. Not good.
"Now let's get the hell outta here. You're a STAR, and that's not good right now."
Modern Atlantis
23-12-2004, 02:02
Leo continues to stealthily sneak along, avoiding the cover. Something at the back of his mind nags at him though Come no, quit being a pussy, you can take them out. No..he mustn't let his testosterone (sp?) take over logical thinking. He had been itching for a good fight. Oh hell, whats a few dead zombies gonna hurt. He steps out into the middle of the street

"HEY! YOU WALKING PEICE OF SHITS!!! OVER HERE!!!!! IM RIGHT HERE!!! COME GET ME!!! MMM, NICE HUMAN FLESH!!! COME ON YOU STUPID FUCKERS, COME GET ME!!! EAT ME ALIVE!!!! YEA THATS IT!! COME ON!!!! YEA!!!"

It seems the entire world hears his call, as zombies begin advancing to him, like a magnet.


"lets see if you work..."

He picks up the shotgun, cocks it, aims it, and fires at the closest zombie. It wont be causing anyone trouble anymore, thats all i can say for now.

"YEA!! NOW WHAT MUTHA FUCKER!"

He turns around and shoots another one, with the same effect.

"YEA!!!! WOOT! OWNED BITCH!"

He repeats this process several times, till he runs out of bullets. Dropping the shotgun, he takes the two Colt .45's and outstretches his arms, so he can shoot in both directions. He fires the .45's as fast as he can, reloading them too. When one runs out of bullets, he reaches into his pocket. Nothing there. All gone. Shit. The other one runs out.

"oh fuck"

They just keep coming, he must have killed about fifty, but they just keep on coming. He pulls out his switchblade, and hopes to god someone will rescue him.
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 02:03
" I never said how long we should keep it alive. Nevermind, it may be simpler to just let most of the Civilians here...we don't want to make them targets of Umbrella hired assassins. Besides, they should find a way to critically claim there all insane. Anyways reform a bit, get to the bar...most likely there are some STARS holding out there..get some ammunitions too. Thats why we need to head to the bank and loot the 2 dead SWAT...see before you came..my radio picked up there fight in the bank. So if we hurry, we'll loot them before they reanimate...as for you being given that shot, does it necessarily leave a small circular mark with 2-3 tiny holes? I've seen them around, and seen some ammazing things happen from those people with them. Like recovery and what not..but yea, lets get going. "

Mike got in the truck, everyone was already in there places. He revved the engine up and headed to the bank.
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 02:09
Mike was taking a left when he heard some yelling and gunfire. He drove through it, crossing through lawns, and he came upon Leo. Surrounded by about 76 zombies.

Looks like he got carried away.

" Everyone stay in the Truck, keep it safe. " He said as he got out of the Truck. He picked up his Colt .45 and started taking aim, blowing apart heads.

" LEO! " He shouted as he came up to him.

Zombies were atleast within 4 feet of him. Mike shot a whole bunch at one part of the ring of zombies then shouted " C'MON, RUN WHILE THAT GAP REMAINS!! " and reloaded his pistol.
Modern Atlantis
23-12-2004, 02:14
Leo pulled his switchblade on one zombie who dared to get too close, impaling it, then with the flick of the wrist, removed half of its head. He turns around and gutted another, and then punched it in the face, he sliced his knife upwards, splitting the zombie in two. Then he heard the rev of a truck. A wide gap appeared in the circle of zombies. Not missing his chance, he dove through it, spearing a zombie who attempted to close the gap, he got up, and ran with all his speed towards the truck. He leapt in, and the truck drove off

"What the hell took you guys so damn long?"
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 02:17
" Oh well, we figured we'd have breakfast at Tiffany's..but we just couldn't exclude you. Thank god your one loud mofo. " He said jokingly.

" Here, I got 1 more Colt .45 Clip, just reloaded with the other one. " He said as he tossed the handed the clip to Rebecca, who handed it to Leo through the window of the back end of the truck ( You know, from the Cab to the Bed ).

They were now headed twards the bank, about a couple of minutes untill they arrived.
Spartin
23-12-2004, 02:44
ooc:sorry for spamminating your thread but is it to late to join?
Ragnaroks
23-12-2004, 02:52
"Sir, we have got to get the fuck outta here, or we are going to die."

"I know, but we are fucking surrounded."

[Over the radio]"This is Stryker at the Racoon Airport, we require assistance. We are under heavy attack from these damn zombies[gunfire] [off the radio] GET THAT DAMN ZOMBIE BEHIND US. JOE COVER OUR 6 OCLOCK.[more gunfire]Repeat this is Stryker at Racoon Airport, does anyone read. We have taking heavy casualties, we have 7 survivors. Need pickup no........static.....Repeat need pickup now.Over....static..."
OOC: Can the truck you guys are in, have a radio of some sort? My guys are going to use their radio to try and locate someone, someone please respond.

As the 7 remaning soliders fought for dear life, they knew they couldn't last for ever. They were low on ammo, and the "cirice of life" is shrinking rapidly. They fought bravley and are dire need of assistance. Luckily the wall of zombies between them in the truck HEMTT was shallow.

"Jason, since noone has responded to our pleads for help. We have got to make a run for HEMTT. If we dont we will die."

"Joe, I know lets do it."

OOC:Will someone reply to the message Jason sent out over the radio. Its getting boring roleplaying with myself, and my guys are going to die soon if they dont get help. If not i will rp them taking the HEMTT and meeting you guys in town? Which one is better?
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 02:53
ooc:sorry for spamminating your thread but is it to late to join?

ooc: never to late to join.

You can make a character and have him/her be whatever.

May you be a Civilian who is a survivor trying to link up with others ( Read the stuff about the Truck....lol ) or a Cop ( My char is a STAR who was undercover ) or if you want to be the 1st baddie then make a Umbrella guard or w/e....we already have like 3 13 year old characters lol..so it is quite interesting. some havn't posted in awhile, but hopefully they will soon. Perhaps you can be a owner of a Pawn shop or a Civilian who barracaded him/her self in one and when we are walking around to find ammunitions, we find the one your in or WHATEVER. Just look for the OOC thread, I don't have the link to it sadly. Once you find it, submit your char.
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 03:10
"Sir, we have got to get the fuck outta here, or we are going to die."

"I know, but we are fucking surrounded."

[Over the radio]"This is Stryker at the Racoon Airport, we require assistance. We are under heavy attack from these damn zombies[gunfire] [off the radio] GET THAT DAMN ZOMBIE BEHIND US. JOE COVER OUR 6 OCLOCK.[more gunfire]Repeat this is Stryker at Racoon Airport, does anyone read. We have taking heavy casualties, we have 7 survivors. Need pickup no........static.....Repeat need pickup now.Over....static..."
OOC: Can the truck you guys are in, have a radio of some sort? My guys are going to use their radio to try and locate someone, someone please respond.

As the 7 remaning soliders fought for dear life, they knew they couldn't last for ever. They were low on ammo, and the "cirice of life" is shrinking rapidly. They fought bravley and are dire need of assistance. Luckily the wall of zombies between them in the truck HEMTT was shallow.

"Jason, since noone has responded to our pleads for help. We have got to make a run for HEMTT. If we dont we will die."

"Joe, I know lets do it."

OOC:Will someone reply to the message Jason sent out over the radio. Its getting boring roleplaying with myself, and my guys are going to die soon if they dont get help. If not i will rp them taking the HEMTT and meeting you guys in town? Which one is better?

OOC: My guy has a radio, he ' was ' a undercover STAR as a Raccoon Street cop, now he has given away his identity. His Radio can pick up any frequency within Raccoon, but had your frequency blocked to try to hide the fact he is a STAR, cuz no regular cop has all frequency. So I'll make a post for you.

IC: Mike turned on the frequency, noticing something was patching through from somwhere. He got the message and radioed back:

" This is Master Sergeant Harrison of the Raccoon STARS. Sorry, I had the frequency turned off before, anyways were headed to the bank to pick up some weapons. Long story. Where are you anyways? "
Spartin
23-12-2004, 03:29
Marc Greem had just returned home on medical leave from the Navy Seals when hell rose up.He found himself driving non-stop to keep away from the zombies,but his car ran out of gas.He was chased for two blocks before he saw a heavily fortified building,the sign read "Al's gun shop."Marc slowed to a jog and looked behind him and then to the ground.He saw an MP5 laying there and picked it up.

"ah what the hell"said Marc as he jumped over the sandbags to the store.

He ran into the building and slammed the vault-like door shut behind him,it was dark.He felt around the walls for a switch and turned it on.Heaven,thats the first thought that came to mind.Stock piles of MREs and weopns and ammunition everywhere.He moved slowly throught out the ground floor and climbed the stairs to the roof.Once he reached the top he found four zombies and he opened up on them,they dropped to the floor and he approached body slumped over a box,it was a radio.He shot the body to make sure and picked up the mic.

"Hello?this is Marc Greem of the United States Navy Seals,im pinned down atop a gun shop near the bank,is there anyone alive out there that can help me...please..."

He kept up his transmissions but inbetween he used the sniper he found in one of the crates to pick off zombies in the streets below,as sort of a game to keep him a little on the bright side.
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 03:35
Marc Greem had just returned home on medical leave from the Navy Seals when hell rose up.He found himself driving non-stop to keep away from the zombies,but his car ran out of gas.He was chased for two blocks before he saw a heavily fortified building,the sign read "Al's gun shop."Marc slowed to a jog and looked behind him and then to the ground.He saw an MP5 laying there and picked it up.

"ah what the hell"said Marc as he jumped over the sandbags to the store.

He ran into the building and slammed the vault-like door shut behind him,it was dark.He felt around the walls for a switch and turned it on.Heaven,thats the first thought that came to mind.Stock piles of MREs and weopns and ammunition everywhere.He moved slowly throught out the ground floor and climbed the stairs to the roof.Once he reached the top he found four zombies and he opened up on them,they dropped to the floor and he approached body slumped over a box,it was a radio.He shot the body to make sure and picked up the mic.

"Hello?this is Marc Greem of the United States Navy Seals,im pinned down atop a gun shop near the bank,is there anyone alive out there that can help me...please..."

He kept up his transmissions but inbetween he used the sniper he found in one of the crates to pick off zombies in the streets below,as sort of a game to keep him a little on the bright side.


Damn, its like I'm superman today..

Mike picked up his radio after that quick thought and responded " Yea we seem to hear your gun shots. If the bank is in range, could you cover us? Were in a Truck, going to pick up the two SWATs guns...long story on them. Then we'll pick you up, check out this one bar in mind, the run all the way to the Airport where apparently some SWATs/STARS are at.
Spartin
23-12-2004, 03:41
Marc heard the transmission and radioed back.

"ill cover you guys,which direction are you comming from?"

Marc then rushed down the stairs and threw on some body armor,grabbed some pistols,machine guns,extra amo and some water/food incase he had to leave quickly.When he got back to the roof he realized the street was beginning to crowd with zombies.

They're never gonna get through that he thought to himself.He ran back downstairs and found an RPG and some molotave cocktails.He set those loose on the crowds and wiped out most of them
Ragnaroks
23-12-2004, 03:45
[on the radio]"This is Jason White of STARS we are pinned down in the military base, by the Racoon City Airport. Something wierd is going on, the zombies are getting smarter, they have started to pick up bats,2x4's,etc, but no guns yet. We are by a truck that has tons of ammo in it and we are trying to hold it so you guys can get to it. But by the looks of it we aren't going to last, no more then another 15 minutes. [off the radio]WTF was that? Watch out these zombies have just started to throw bricks at us. You 2 go to the truck and try to get it in gear, rest of us will try to hold them off. [back on the radio/more gunshots in background]We need pickup, the damn truck's transmission is blown and we can't get it into gear. I repeat the truck is damaged, and we require pickup ASAP. [off the radio again]Damnit, Jaret dont be the hero, god damnit.[screams] AHHHHHHH, Help me....Cuts off abrutly. [back on the mike]We just lost another survivor, i repeat we lost another...static....we are down to 4 people left. over"

As Jason finshed with his message he got up and started to pump the crowd of zombies. But everytime he blew off an arm, a leg, or a head, there was always more to take its place. He knew their time was comming to a close.
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 03:55
OOC: To spartan

IC: " Down the street to your left. " Mike said through the Radio, arriving at the bank.

OOC: To Ragnaroks

IC: " We'll be there in about 6-10 minutes. Please just hold up. " Mike said as he got out of the Truck. Rebecca and Miroslav followed. Rebecca was given Mike's Colt .45, so Mike was unarmed at the moment. Miroslav and Rebecca covered as Mike picked up the first MP5, and when that happened, moaning started to creep up. Mike picked up a USP Tactical, the other one and then the last MP5 as some started to reanimate. He came running back to the truck, Miroslav and Rebecca got back in and so did Mike. When he was in, he tossed the 2 USPs in the back, the bed of the truck, for the 2 kids to pick up. He rested his MP5 on his lap, giving one to Miroslav. They then drove off as Sniper shots appeared, pinning zombies back to the dead. They arrived at the gun shop, running over many zombies, some on fire. They kept driving around all over them and eventually none of the zombies were alive.

( Now RP boarding the truck bringing lots of ammo and stuff )
Ragnaroks
23-12-2004, 04:08
[yelling]"Anyone else alive here?"
-No Response-

[over the radio]Roger ETA, 10 minutes. I am going to give it my best shot. So far atleast 100 dead zombies, and another huge bunch surrounding me. Yes all my fellow seals/stars are dead. There is only 1 survivor here. Over

And at that Jason dropped the radio because he had no use for it. A damn zombie just busted it with a brick. He was already low on ammo, but didn't want to use up any of the ammo in the truck, he thought maybe the others could use it, if he doesn't survive.

"Common you motha fuckers, come get me. Yeh that's what i thought, you got none of this. You cant touch this. A shit, 5 clips left of ammo. Better perserve it."

With that he climbed to the top of the truck, and started to conserve ammo. Only the zombies who started to climb would be shot.

Its am amazing sight, 1 man keeping hundreds of zombies away.
Spartin
23-12-2004, 04:10
Marc continued fireing at the zombies until he saw the truck pull up.He ran down the stairs and grabbed the 3 carts he loaded all the wepons and food on.He opened up a crate and took out a flame thrower and opened up the front door and fired the zombies,he pulled the carts tied togeather to the truck and started to laod them into the back.

"Thats everything,thats about enough to last 10 people for 2 weeks." said Marc as he jumped into the bed of the truck.As the truck lurched foreward he turned up the heat on the zombies that tried to follow.
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 04:15
Marc continued fireing at the zombies until he saw the truck pull up.He ran down the stairs and grabbed the 3 carts he loaded all the wepons and food on.He opened up a crate and took out a flame thrower and opened up the front door and fired the zombies,he pulled the carts tied togeather to the truck and started to laod them into the back.

"Thats everything,thats about enough to last 10 people for 2 weeks." said Marc as he jumped into the bed of the truck.As the truck lurched foreward he turned up the heat on the zombies that tried to follow.

OOC: We do have a Machine Gunner at the back, but I guess that ok lol.

IC: They took off down the street to a bar. Without trying to get out, Mike looked inside. The windows were shattered, and dead bodys lay there. He didn't want to waste anymore time, and he drove the group of survivors to the Airport.

7 Minutes later, gunshot came into the horrizon as a single man pulling off a desperate defense on top of a big truck. He was firing in verry limited bursts at those who were trying to climb up. The rammed into the last remaining group of Zombies.

Mike got out, waved the survivor to jump down. ( BTW, for now on your a STAR ok...trying to stick with the Resident Evil feel here. )

" Good to see we made it on time, just not fast enough. Were sorry about your men, but nothing we can do now...* He turned around and shot a Zombie in the head who was moaning *...Well we'll be headed to the ( Sorry forgot your name, Ex - SAS ... )'s private Jet. He knows how to fly it, so follow us in this truck. Were trying to get the hell out of here, and eventually get to the head honcho at Umbreall Corporation. "
Spartin
23-12-2004, 04:18
ooc:sorry but i gotta go for tonight,ive got testing all day tommorow.Ill be back on around 3ish hopefully
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 04:24
ooc:sorry but i gotta go for tonight,ive got testing all day tommorow.Ill be back on around 3ish hopefully

Yea, RP at a offical PAUSE.

What has happened:

Well everyone is at the Airport now and were going to boared ( can't remember name )'s private Jet. We have tons of ammo and some food, and were going to get the hell outta dodge city! lol
Ragnaroks
23-12-2004, 04:27
OOC: C ya tomorrow Spartin; Ok ill be Star from now on. Before i log off, im going to go back and edit my posts to say i am star. C ya guys tomorrow.

IC:
"Phew that was a close one, thanks for comming but we got one small problem. The zombies must have wrecked this truck before we got here, the tranny is broken. We will have to transport the weapons from my truck to your truck. It shouldn't take no more than 10 minutes. We should have several people stand guard while we do this."
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 04:33
OOC: C ya tomorrow Spartin; Ok ill be Star from now on. Before i log off, im going to go back and edit my posts to say i am star. C ya guys tomorrow.

IC:
"Phew that was a close one, thanks for comming but we got one small problem. The zombies must have wrecked this truck before we got here, the tranny is broken. We will have to transport the weapons from my truck to your truck. It shouldn't take no more than 10 minutes. We should have several people stand guard while we do this."

OOC: Last post for this RP for tonight.

IC: Ok, we'll use the Truck only to transport the supplies. Everyone else will walk alongside, except Rebecca and the 3 kids. Someone will drive, since it is Miroslav's truck, he can drive. I guess that leaves 3 walking as guard alongside the truck. Me, you and the Machinegunner at the back ( I'll fix this tommorow, I'll have your char's name memorized ).
Green Sun
23-12-2004, 06:11
((Doesn't LARRY get a say in this?))
Larry rammed the STAR against the wall.
"YOU FUCKING IDIOT! YOU OPENED THE DAMN AIRPORT! DO YOU HAVE ANY DAMN COMMON SENSE?" he shouted, spitting.
"If you see a vacant building with NO ZOMBIES IN OUR OUTSIDE OF IT, you shouldn't open the place up SO THEY CAN GET IN! Jesus!" he dropped the man and rubbed his forehead.
"Stars..." a light whisper sounded.
"What?"
"Stars..."
"Oh no..."
"STARS!" it shouted. A rocket came flying into the airport.
"OH SHIT!" Larry shouted. Nemisis had come. Everybody ducked.
"Oh shit...What was teh code...Uh...Uh...Oh yeah! Nemisis, 102.0! Drop Primary Weapon!" Larry shouted, and the beast did so. It dropped it gatling guna nd its rocket launcher.
"Desist primary objective! Protect the STARS!"
"Help STARS!" it replied.
"Now go kick some Zombie ass!"
"Zombie ass!"
The tokera
23-12-2004, 06:36
does anyone know the OOC thread so I could join in the action!
The eternal-dragons
23-12-2004, 16:35
The story began with the entrance of a beautiful golden mustang treading along the roadside, the sort of car that often had people gloating in amazement. Nevertheless hidden within the depths of the drivers seat was none other then the young black hooded warrior, H@do. Being his usual under-aged self he continued to ponder his thoughts whilst slowly head banging to the various compilations of music located on his I-pod.

But after several minutes of this repeated action, the muscle car began to come into site of one of the many checkpoints located within raccoon city, thus prompting H@do to remove his earphones and begin to speak arrogantly.

"Ah F*** it.......F***ing checkpoints........Whats the point..?There's never a car in sight anyway..."

With that remark he proceeded to lower his speed before coming to an erupt halt when he reached the rather empty checkpoint area. For the next few minutes he waited impatiently as the gates failed to open, most likely due to what appeared to be because of the guard lying there asleep. Because of this H@do winded down his window and ranted once more.

"Oy.Sleepyhead.....The gates opening anytime soon would be nice....."
An interval of silence followed as the man failed to respond.

"Are you listening?....Open the damn gate..."

After another failed attempt at communicating H@do ranted again, before proceeding to rev up his engines once more, in an obvious attempt breaking the barrier. However this all changed when the guard after much abuse decided to turn around, eventually revealing his torrid, Zombie like bloodied face. Upon this new development H@do almost doubled back in complete horror as he gazed at this rather ugly looking freak of nature, before once again proceeding to speak in a rather meeker and afraid manner than previously noted.

"Um.....Are you ok?....Don't you need a doctor or something for that wound.." He said in a rather stuttering panic.

However instead of the usual response H@do was used to, what he got was instead the torrid zombie type noises often associated with f*** up horror movies. This of course freaked out the now scared warrior, but even he couldn't predict that the zombie would suddenly exit his rather small booth, walking rather jaggedly towards the stationary car. Because of this, H@do removed a small, 9mm standard commission gun from the Mustang's glove compartment, aiming at what appeared to be the zombie.

"Stay back Mother F*****.....Unless you want your body filled with lead.." Shouted H@do, whilst pointing the gun at the zombie from his unsheathed window. Despite this warning, the zombie continued on its way, eventually resulting in the firing of several well aimed projectiles, which momentarily sent the enemy to the ground. Seeing the enemy fall to the ground, H@do reloaded another clip into the gun.

"Well I did warn you" He said while reloading the gun.

However this victory was short-lived, as after a few seconds of bragging the zombie regained consciousness and returned to its feet, prompting it to carry on its way to the car door. Seeing this, H@do shouted several expletives whilst in a state of shock, before emptying another round upon the enemy, thus dropping the freak once again. H@do of course learned from his mistakes, and this time he jammed his foot on the accelerator, smashing the wooden barrier into various shards of debris as he went.

But even the amazing acceleration could not escape the zombies, as upon travelling further up the city street he saw what appeared to be several other similar looking people, although this time they appeared to be feasting on human flesh unlike its predecessor. This of course pushed him to the edge, as without a moments notice his jammed the accelerator once more, sending various zombies hurtling in different directions, whilst also getting a rather freakish bits of flesh and blood on the priceless car.

This was not the end of it despite this rather rash action. As unknown to H@do was the fact that one of the rather smaller zombies had managed to hold on, eventually resulting in the back windscreen to smash from constant zombie barrages. Upon this happening H@do started to lose control of the car, sending the car zig-zagging for a few minutes before eventually ending up nose-diving a rather sturdy lamp-post.

Because of this, H@do was sent flying through the front windscreen, resulting in various small tears to his hooded attire from the glass shards now impeded within his skin. Despite this, and being wedged in beneath the front of the car and the lamppost, H@do made his way out of the cramped area with not to much difficulty, although it did appear he had broken a few fingers and toes by the slight limp entering his walk.

And although his survival can be classed as nothing else but miraculous, H@do eventually stared in Horror as he watch several dozens more zombies begin to surround him, obviously preparing to engulf him and feed on his Human flesh.

But despite overwhelming odds, H@do would not die quietly, as he withdrew a rather sharp U.S. combat knife from his hooded attires pocket, obviously ready to taste some zombie deaths.

OOC: Someone can rp finding him......
The tokera
23-12-2004, 18:15
Can anyone tell me the ooc signup site thing, I would like to join.
Green Sun
23-12-2004, 19:30
((Look at the first post))
Pyschotika
23-12-2004, 20:21
Ah, that would be the fucking monster STAR wanted me to investigate about..

" What the fuck? Who knows if the head honcho could reprogram it....like now? Force it to come for us? Hell, if that is going to happen, lets hurry the fuck up and get your jet Larry. " As Mike said that, 3 Chinook helicopters flew overhead with the most hated symol followed by the despised word ' UMBRELLA '.

" Son of a bitch! There sending in there Marines already? Fuck...Larry, what the hell can you tell us about them? STAR hasn't gotten much info on them, barely anything about there weaponry and training. "
The eternal-dragons
23-12-2004, 21:36
H@do continued to hack away in a savage pattern, slicing up any zombie destined to enter his so-called "Killing zone". Nevertheless he was fighting a losing battle, and despite him holding them momentarily off, more was seen in the distance that would no doubt end in his death. Some trip this was going to be.
Holy Paradise
23-12-2004, 21:40
John spotted the enemy choppers as Larry cussed. They were dark and menacing, each embrazened with the Umbrella logo. "Damn Umbrella! Damn it to Hell!" he yelled.
The eternal-dragons
23-12-2004, 21:42
OOC: Someone meet up with me.....Please
Ragnaroks
23-12-2004, 21:52
OOC: we will meet up with you once we get the hell out of the airport. Which is happening right now. You have to find a way to communicate with us Eternal Dargon, because ICly our characters have no clue you are alive. But OOCly we do, can you roleplay yourself shooting a flare into the air or something?

IC:
As Jason finished loading up the truck, he saw a few more zombies comming towards them.

"People we have got to moved NOW, more zombies are comming."

And with that he pulled out a M4 Carbine and found a clip in his pocket, and pushed it in. *click* He started to blast their heads and necks off spraying a greenish-redish blood everywhere. In a few seconds the zombies were down hopefully for good.
The eternal-dragons
23-12-2004, 22:19
OOC:Ok i will rp finding a small radio transmitter calling for help

IC: The battle was becoming a hopeless battle, with the seemingly invincible zombies growing in number. Seeing this, H@do proceeded to retreat swiftly down a rather narrow subway located just south of him, the Zombies in hot pursuit.

====Subway=====


What the hell is happening......All I wanted was to meet a few people...And Jesus Christ before I know it I am in Freeksville......

He thought to himself while he continued to semi-sprint through the rather darkened subway. However this silence was short-lived, as when he approached the exit he was met with none other then the voices of what appeared to be similar to the zombies he met earlier. Seeing the impeding threat ahead, H@do began to look around the dampened subway, possibly looking for a way out of this rather strange predicament.

After a while of scanning the room, his prayers were answered as his eyes transfixed on a rather small metal hatch, which by all rights appeared to be open.

"f****** yes......" H@do chanted softly to himself as he made his way swiftly to the hatch, the footsteps now largely getting louder from the zombies.

Upon entering the hatch he closed it almost instantly, his arms firmly holding the metal railings so that no zombies good penetrate the area.

Despite this safe haven, he knew it would not be safe forever, therefore he began scanning the rather small and emptied room with nothing other then a transmitter and a couple of dirty mags present in the room.

A transmitter? Mags............What are they doing here.....I guess he must be one of the zombies....

His pondering however was eventually cut to a erupt halt as footsteps were heard once again, this time however louder then before. Seeing as he had not much time left, the kid decided to release one hand from the metal railings, instead opting to grab the transmitter.

In this swift action H@do turned it on and began speaking, obviously already knowing how it works during his days as a trainee of a crusader.

"....Hello come in...If anyone is their please rescue me...I am in the subway just south of a damaged Golden Mustang...Please help.. these freak things are attacking me" He abruptly stopped, waiting for a reply as the transmitter made a buzzing noise.
Bubba Joe
23-12-2004, 22:30
OOC: The eternal-dragons
If I may give you a suggestion on how to get the attention of the people at the airport. I would of thought a crash like that may end up causing the car to leak petrol, so if you have a bullet or even a lighter how about setting fire to the car which would act as a beacon but also may result the end of some zombies giving you time to find somewhere more secure to hold up till help arrives.

SORRY a little late
Jankia
24-12-2004, 04:07
Thomas picked up the USP, looked at it for a couple seconds, then cocked it. A zombie ran up behind the truck, he pulled the triger and a large hole apeared in the zombies head, it fell down. 5 more zombies ran up John shot 3 and Thomas shot 3. A zombie jumped in the bed of the truck, landing on Thomas, he held onto its neck so it couldnt bite him.
"Shit someone get this thing off of me!"
Modern Atlantis
24-12-2004, 05:58
OOC:


Ok ok this is way too confusing, from now on, registering will be closed!!!!!! Thats right, no more characters, way too many. No more IC posts until i get everything straightened out and put on the first page. Could someone summon everything up for me, whose together, who isnt, whose doing what, etc...It would save me the trouble of looking through 9 pages, and i dont want to do that, the faster i get this organized the faster you can go back to RPing.
Jankia
24-12-2004, 17:16
OOC: Heres atleast what I thinkis happening
Everyones at the airport besides H@do and you, hes in a subway, and your in some house
Spartin
24-12-2004, 17:43
ooc:Hey dont forget about me on your list,Marc Greem(spartin),im in the truck with most of you,the one that brought you some wepons.
The eternal-dragons
24-12-2004, 18:05
OOC: Thats about right and Bubba Joe I would but i'm gunless.. so I will most likely hold out for a bit...And see how it goes from their...
Green Sun
24-12-2004, 19:46
Ah, that would be the fucking monster STAR wanted me to investigate about..

" What the fuck? Who knows if the head honcho could reprogram it....like now? Force it to come for us? Hell, if that is going to happen, lets hurry the fuck up and get your jet Larry. " As Mike said that, 3 Chinook helicopters flew overhead with the most hated symol followed by the despised word ' UMBRELLA '.

" Son of a bitch! There sending in there Marines already? Fuck...Larry, what the hell can you tell us about them? STAR hasn't gotten much info on them, barely anything about there weaponry and training. "

"Ah, shit...Shithooks. Marines, they're not as good as STARS but they're a formidable foe. Nemisis! Hand me your Rocket Launcher!" Larry ordered.
"Laaauncher!" it said, picking up the weapons and handing it to Larry as he crushed the zombie's skull that was on Thomas.
"Shit this thing is heavy...Alright, lesse here, I used onna these in Israel...That's the Auto-Lock and here's the trigger...And FIRE!"
A rocket launched out of the launcher and destroyed one of the Chinooks.
"Nemisis! I need another rocket!"
"Rocket!"
He fired again, taking out the second.
"Nemi..sis.." Larry started. The creature now had its Minigun in hand.
"Aw, shit...Nemisis! Drop primary weapon!"
No responce.
"What was the secondary code?"
The gun started to spin.
"Oh yeah 203345! Drop primary weapon!"
It did as it was told.
"Now use this rocket launcher, destroy the last Chinooks, and then pick up your Minigun and get as far away from us as possible."
Larry didn't want to find out if it did as it was told. He ran as fast as he could to his hangar, unlocked it, and gazed on his personal jet. He looked around and found it.
"Here it is. Hey! Come here! What was your name again? I'm not too good with faces. Help me attatch the canisters, they're large containers of the Antivirus."
Jankia
24-12-2004, 20:18
OOC: Green Sun, Umbrella just happened to put large canisters of the antivirus in the exact hanger that your plane is in and wouldn't keep it in their super protected lab or somthing? Strange......
The eternal-dragons
24-12-2004, 20:47
OOC: I will make a big post tm...
Green Sun
24-12-2004, 20:50
OOC: Green Sun, Umbrella just happened to put large canisters of the antivirus in the exact hanger that your plane is in and wouldn't keep it in their super protected lab or somthing? Strange......
((Larry put it there for a reason.))
Modern Atlantis
24-12-2004, 21:37
OOC: Ok ok

Someone give me a full list of everyone and where they are at So i can add it to the front page.
Green Sun
24-12-2004, 21:54
((Larry-Airport Hangar))
Spartin
24-12-2004, 22:53
ooc:Marc Greem-By the truck with the others
Jankia
24-12-2004, 23:43
Thomas Scardino - Bed of truck
Ragnaroks
24-12-2004, 23:45
Jason just finished loading the truck up with supplies, and is ready to leave with the others. (We are all in the military section of the Raccon Airport.)
Modern Atlantis
25-12-2004, 05:28
IC:


Leo sighs after thinking to himself, and finally awakens from his daze.
He looks around. Who the hell are these people anyways?

"Ok ok this partys getting a little too rowdy boys and girls. Could you all please state your name, and position. Also, im getting very tired of riding in this truck. We are all together, we should find some radios, split up in teams of two or three, and head off in seperate directions. We have a chance of finding whatever it is we are looking for faster."
Green Sun
25-12-2004, 06:13
"Better yet, GET TO THE DAMN HANGAR IN THE DAMN AIRPORT AND HELP ME LOAD THESE DAMN CANISTERS!" Larry added
Spartin
25-12-2004, 14:54
Marc climbed out of the truck bed, loaded his guns, put some pistols in his vest and in each of his boots, and grabbed the small radio he had found on the roof of the gunshop.

"I'm Marc Greem and im an ex-navy seal and are we going to this hanger or are we splitting up into teams to find something?" said Marc as he played with the sight on his M-60
Spartin
29-12-2004, 20:02
After a long silence...

"Ok then...im gonna head to the hanger,now whos commin with me" Marc said

He then broke open one of the cases and took out some ammunition to put in his vest and loaded up his M-60.He checked the radio,attached it to his vest and looked to the group to see who was gojng to go with him
The eternal-dragons
29-12-2004, 23:38
====The hatch=========

H@do struggled furiously as he tried to keep the hatch closed, a sort of arm-wrestling contest now emerging between the zombie and the human. Despite his will, there were too many, and if help didn't come soon, H@do would be lunch.

Seeing this predicament, H@do leant his head down and began to speak into the speaker of the old-fasioned transmitter, knowing that its power was limited.

"I repeat........Help urgently required....I am located in a subway just south of a crashed golden mustang......Please I cannot hold on much longer....."
Modern Atlantis
30-12-2004, 08:19
Leo looked at the man leaving the truck

"Nah, i think ill stay here. I've had enough zombies to last me a lifetime."
Spartin
30-12-2004, 19:26
"I repeat........Help urgently required....I am located in a subway just south of a crashed golden mustang......Please I cannot hold on much longer....."

Marc looked down at his radio hearing this message.

"shit...ok,now we've got to go and help this guy out."

He looked around and saw an armored bank truck near the next hanger.

"Ok..now im going to need at least one person to come with me for this one,the plane can wait."

With that Marc moved toward the truck and checked the lock,it opened.

"Raccoon city safety at it's finest"he said under his breathe

He swung open the back doors and two of the guards,now zombies,lunged at him.Marc had enough time to shoot one before gunfire erupted from the group and the second was also dead..again.Marc rose and thanked his new friends,threw out bags of money from the back,and checked the truck's radio.
Spartin
31-12-2004, 21:27
After seeing no one was going with him Marc grabbed one of the survival kits from the box and went to the bank truck,he started the engine and spoke into his radio.

"Guys im going to get H@do,ill be in constant radio contact so if you loose me you can leave without me."

Marc then radioed H@do.

"H@do,this is Marc Greem,im commin to get you so hold on!"

With that Marc left the airport towards the subway.He arrived at the entrance,a narrow staircase down jammed with zombies.He rammed into them 15 times and ran most of them down.When there was a big enough gap he kicked open the back doors of the truck and placed his M-60 on a stand and mowed down the zombies.

"H@do,if you can find the station and run up the staircase,im gonna be overtaken if i wait much longer!"
Spartin
03-01-2005, 02:36
The zombies closed in around the front of the truck away from the gun and climbed on top.In the process the zombies leaning on the front pushed the truck,Marc forgot the handbrake,and it rolled down the stairway scraping the walls until it came to a rest at the bottom.Marc looked up and saw the truck was lodged in the passage way and no zombies could get by.He got up and heard footsteps so he jumped back into the truck with his gun and opened up on the approaching zombies.Through the bullet fire he could hear another gun...H@do must be near he thought.
Green Sun
03-01-2005, 04:39
"Dammit, he's lost. 'Ere we go, that's the last of 'em...Hehe. Bastards never knew I had these-"
"OOF!" Larry went as he got hit the side with a small rock.
"Larry, Larry, Larry...When will you learn? When we play, I win!" a new voice emerged from the darkness.
"Stefan...What do you want?"
"I want my antivirus. You stole it from me and turned it in, so I want it back."
"There's still some at the HIVE if you want it. OH, YEAH. It's crawling ZOMBIES and MUTANTS."
"I did what I had to. Viruses are tricky things."
"So are drugs. Stefan, you're lucky I didn't turn you in for trading company secrets for crack."
"WHICH I USED TO MAKE THE ANTIVIRUS."
"You made your own batch. I legally bought mine to make the antivirus."
Larry noticed everyone was staring at him.
"It's an ingredient used in the antivirus to boost the effect's time and power."
They still stared.
"GET ON THE DAMN PLANE! Now, Stefany, where were we?"
Larry noticed that he was gone. He turned and dodged as Stefan swung a club. Larry reached over and got his coworker in a full-nelson, then snapped the man's neck. Larry walked onto the jet and turned on the radio to the staion in which H@do was on.
"Sorry, but we're leaving soon. If you don't get your ass here in about five minutes, we're leaving you. First come, first serve."
The eternal-dragons
03-01-2005, 15:33
The noise of bullet fire could be heard among the surface top, prompting H@do to enter a state of curiosity.

"What the f**** going on up their......" He whispered silently.

As the minutes ticked by, H@do was strangely surprised by the fact that the enemy grip on the hatch had loosened, concluding that the guy who replied earlier was now coming to his exhausted aid.

" I suppose I better help this guy out......."

With that he pushed open the hatch that had been protecting him, revealing a blood-filled battlefield of zombies, somewhat littered across the plane.

Seeing this new development, H@do exited the hatch, his eyes firmly scanning the surroundings for the man who had committed this act of chaos.

"S***.....What happened here......." He thought to himself aloud, whilst continuing to walk up the narrow street, taking a 9mm gun from the officer's littered flesh missing body in the process.

After a few minutes of walking H@do spotted what seemed to be a large array of zombies, prompting him to withdraw his gun and spray the bullets into the direction of the zombies.

Whilst this was happening, H@do began to shout, hoping to attract the attention of the other gunner.

"Hello........I presume your the person who received my call?.....You ok?..."
Spartin
03-01-2005, 20:42
"Damn it!"Marc yelled aloud as more zombies packed the narrow passage.

He slammed shut the two back doors and jumped into the driver's seat and floored it.The truck moved slowly at first and then shot from the passage way into the street.He drove towards a mass of zombies and slammed on his breaks and turned around the truck.Marc then kicked open the back doors and jumped out shooting and yelling for H@do to get in the truck,he'd cover him.

As he did this he heard across the radio the team was going to leave without them if they didnt get there fast.

"Can this get any better?!"He yelled is disbelief