NationStates Jolt Archive

It was an average, boring year. Life continued on as it had. Then the dead began to eat people. You will control a group of survivors. Create their identity, be it ex-Marines, a group of teens, or just a rag-tag group of survivors. Have them hole up, run off, or strike back. Your choice.

Sign up with the names of your characters, thier identies, and their weapons.

Most of all, have fun!

Any Jedi Knights allowed?

(OOC: Current list of groupies

Acco: Stoner Nerd, lives off of Doritoes and Irn Bru, currently residing in his best friends Bunk Bed, recently got Dumped by his Girlfriend Alice, equiped with Lynx-Flamer

Spaz: Stoner Pyromaniac, controls a large field of popularity amongst the Bury Rockers, favorite hide outs are the Heath, the Black Boy Pub and the local Somerfield, armed with Lynx-Flamer)

Acco fell off the Chair and rolled over to his friend, the floor was hard, his mate helped him up before a knock came at the door, "hey Ac, you got your rent?" Acco had decided to live with his mate and their parents after his Dad died and his mum kicked him out onto the streets, "oh Shit yeah." Jim the elderly stepdad of Spaz flinched at the swearword, the money was handed over and Jim walked away counting to himself, Acco walked over to the Sofa bed "we need to get out of the house." Spaz mumbled "yeah, but where to go?" Acco asked back, he knew the answer "Black Boy!" Spaz was infatuated with that pub, Acco sighed and put on his shoes and his jacket before departing with Spaz.

(OOC: it's gonna be a while before i see any Zombies so do bare with me)

Um, no.

BTW, you might want to make this the Sign-Up thread too.

One person (for now)
Name: Thomas Scardino
Age: 12(Yes I am really 12, and dont ask why an 12 year old old plays this game)
Sex: Male
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Dirty Blonde, not very short but not very long
Height: 4ft. 5in.
Weight: 87 lbs.
Nationality: American
Appearence: Strong for his age, he is also very fast.
Weapons: Glock, Aluminum bat, Skateboard (can be used for transportation)

Thomas was skateboarding in his driveway with his friend, John Warrington, pretty much a normal day, after this they were going to head over to Pat's and see if he could come play some soccer. Weeks before this, Thomas' mom had become very sick.

hmmmmm, are we all in a big group? or are we all controlling our own groups? I'm hoping for the latter, and will make profiles based on the latter.

Name: Valerie
Age: 27
Sex: Female
Eyes: Green
Hair: Blonde
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 150lbs.
Nationality: Nofian
Appearence: Very muscular and pretty. Always has an apathetic look.
Weapons: FNP-90 times two. Browning BDM. M-60. KA-BAR times two.

Genetically modified before birth. Has the ability rapidly regenerate wounds, has heightened senses, and can talk to animals. She was sent to a Nofian school.* She has a Cougar named Haushinka that is loyal to her. Haushinka is a female will tear anything apart that looks like it might harm Valerie.

Name: Kiley Nessa
Age: 15
Sex: Female
Eyes: white
Hair: black
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 120lbs
Nationality: Nofian
Appearence: Has Deep scars running through her skin and is missing an eye, and has a crazed look about her.
Weapons: Herself, HK G36, Colt M1911A1, Throwing knives

She was, like Valerie, genetically modefied from birth. She can emit electricity through her body, making her able to disable anything that happens to cross her path. She also has lightning quick reflexes. When she is about to emit electricity her scars glow blue.

Name: DWAR
Age: 35
Sex: Male
Eyes: Silver
Hair: Brown
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 155 lbs
Nationality: Nofian
Appearence: Muscular, skinny, Wears a large leather glove on his hand when he isn't sniping.
Weapons: M40A3, M1911A1.

Caught the beginning of the Nofian schools. He is not genetically modefied, but is considered the sniper master in The Mercenary State of Nation of Fortune. He has a Golden Eagle that he raised from a eaglet, will hunt for him, and attack any body he notices attacking his master.


*meaning she was trained from birth to become a mercenary soldier, Just about all youth, with the exception of those of the wealthy, are forced to go through this training, and become mercenary soldiers as children.

Genneticly altered? Dont you think thats going alittle far? Jedis are one thing, but people that can emit electricity through their bodies and that can talk to animals is going alittle over the line.

Robyn Downs - Female Ex Soldier who is the highest ranking military alive at a rank of Lieutenant. (at this station, they don't know of any others)

Bob - Gun guy from across the street. Hell bent on designing weapons to blow those "dead fuckers" up. He is secretly making plans for a raid on the complex.

John Strouth - Soldier, former Sergeant, likes making napalm.

Robert Mullins - Soldier, former PFC, likes deploying napalm.

Jeff Mann - Soldier, Warrant Officer Apache Pilot, likes flying at 140 MPH 6ft. from the ground, and finding new ways to deploy napalm.

Chelsea Waters - Civilian computer worker for a local police department. No combat experience

Steve Palumbo - Civilian. Walk on who likes to shoot things but isn't very good at it.

"Miller" - Marine. 'Nuff said

(plus about 3 more random civilian shooting targets)

OOC: I'll make an ICly post here in a minute.

Genneticly altered? Dont you think thats going alittle far? Jedis are one thing, but people that can emit electricity through their bodies and that can talk to animals is going alittle over the line.

Exactly.

This is a REAL RP, i'm ignoring any of that bullshit.

Exactly.

This is a REAL RP, i'm ignoring any of that bullshit.
so Jedi's and zombies are better?

EDIT: I never really do much with the talking to animals thing, as a matter of fact, it's a bit more fluff than anything else. It usually is just to make her seem a bit more psychopath than anything else

Nesa Naval Station, Camp Zombies Hell, 0300 Local

"Get me some fire on that fucker!"

Downs had been up for about 45 minutes before the usual wave of zombies came across the pier and towards the damanged outter walls of the last shred of humanity in miles.

"Damnit Miller! Aim for the heads! We don't have enough ammo to splatter them all!"

The "usual" morning consisted of sending someone to the walls to watch for the wave and some people loading and distributing ammo while a few others tried to sleep in the lower decks of the USS Avisron frigate.

While this was working and had worked since the outbreak it was beginning to wear them all down. Ammo was low, food was low, and Miller was crazy. He'd single handidly ran across the street to rescue a cat earlier.

"We'd have some fucking ammo if you'd let me go to my house!"

Bob wasn't patient. Everyone knew it, nobody liked it. But guns were power, and they needed both.

The zombies stopped coming. 4 lay semi-dead and were in the process of being burned.

"Ok, you and Miller can go. Take the Stryker, just get the fuck back here before 1400 or we're screwed!"

so Jedi's and zombies are better?

EDIT: I never really do much with the talking to animals thing, as a matter of fact, it's a bit more fluff than anything else. It usually is just to make her seem a bit more psychopath than anything else

It's just that when you start throwing lightning around it seems like a cheesy movie like Fantastic 4 instead of Dawn of the Dead.

just a thought, but perhaps we should make this a sign up thread and do the actual RPing elsewhere

It's just that when you start throwing lightning around it seems like a cheesy movie like Fantastic 4 instead of Dawn of the Dead.
and alot of the people who do the jedi thing also do the lightning thing

I also rarely do the lightning thing. I only do it on a very small scale. If the other forum I mostly RP'ed with her hadn't deleted the thread (I personally modded it) I would show you an example of what it mostly is

Alright, I'm in too. I need something to do.

Name: Arthas Scipius
Age: 26
Sex: male
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Black
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 135lbs.
Nationality: Arthagan
Appearence: Very light and agile. Always a rather cold demeanor to him, not a pleasant fellow. Dresses rather sharp though, black slacks, a nice jacket, blue vest with a white buttonup underneath. Has received much medical training in both military and civilian realms.
Weapons: A rapier, http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v690/DirGenZhugeLiang/armory.jpg Various of these weapons.

Name: Alex "dead-eye" Johnson
age: 31
Sex: male
Eye color: one hazel one grey
Hair: black, Spiked hair
Hight: 7'2
Nationality: American
Job: Bouncer
Apperance: Tall, buff. He wears black sunglasses, and leather jacket, jeans. He has a mechanical eye and is weaker than his normal eye. He's also an alchohalic. He is more or the strong silent type. He hates too fight but will if forced to.
Bio: at the age of 19 Alex joined a gang and as his first job he was to help them steal from the citys bank. They were about out when a cop shot four rounds at the get-away car, they hit, ripping through into the gas tank and the car exploded and metel flew into his right eye, and his arm. At 24 he joined the army, 5th core. he was an pro with all types of pistals and most explosives. He has been scarred because of the violince he's seen. He quit when he's troop was killed because of a roadside bomb.
Inventory: http://photobucket.com/albums/y69/ChrisHatchback/?action=view&current=All.jpg

When I saw the title of this thread, I really was considering joining, but after I saw the sheer amount of idiocy in here, that killed it for me. Just...meh.

When I saw the title of this thread, I really was considering joining, but after I saw the sheer amount of idiocy in here, that killed it for me. Just...meh.
that is the entire reason I joined

that is the entire reason I joined

Same here.

I'm going to add my profile later, but let me make it clear:

This is a MT RP using real life weapons. No powers, No Jedi mind tricks, No crazed psyco clownz from outer space.

I'm going to add my profile later, but let me make it clear:

This is a MT RP using real life weapons. No powers, No Jedi mind tricks, No crazed psyco clownz from outer space.
are you in charge of the RP, if not I say we leave it up to them

I'm going to add my profile later, but let me make it clear:

This is a MT RP using real life weapons. No powers, No Jedi mind tricks, No crazed psyco clownz from outer space.

And who might you be, bold-faced sire?!?

I'm fairly sure the starter of the RP doesn't want Jedi and lightning throwing freaks running around.

He (?) said he wanted it realistic, with low amounts of weaponry.

To me that rules any uncreative people with Jedi's and Fantastic 4 wannabe's out.

But if he allows it i'll just go start one without all the silly stuff.

Just let me do the healing one and I'll be happy. Anything beyond that and I'm flexible.

Um.. no. You can have a doctor, but no magical/genetically enhanced abilities.

And yea, I am a big part of this RP. I've been with it from the start, so I know what I'm talking about.

Um.. no. You can have a doctor, but no magical/genetically enhanced abilities.

And yea, I am a big part of this RP. I've been with it from the start, so I know what I'm talking about.
you signed up one person ahead of me, how does that make you a major part of the RP?

I'm a doctor.

There was another thread for this, you know, that's like 7 pages long. We were all there talking about this for the last 3-4 days.

did not know that

EDIT, link please

Oh my. Well. That would've been delightfully lovely to know ahead of time. You know, ANY indication, maybe a link ot the original, a casual phrase, a mention?

Link (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=433859)

I do the healing thing because I kind of created her for a different thread and I had no clue that it would turn the way it did, so I was forced to choose three powers for her. I chose those three powers, and immediatly became attached to her. When I started the RP I never thought I would ever use her for anything else, but somehow she became my favorite character. It has become much more of a personality thing than anything else. That is the only reason I am fighting for it so hard.

lovely link, try again

Damnit, the link/name of link thing is in a different order on another forum I visit.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=433859 (Link)

Oh my oh my look at the zombies. I don't think you did that right buddy.

See above.

The other forums I regular has link first and name second.

After some research, I realize that the page does exist. I apologize about the snide remark, but if you click it it brings you to the US department of defense.

I will kindly back away from this RP, as will my friend Arthaga Nova. The first post of this thread led us to believe it was the OOC page. Little explanation was given as to the standards and no link to the OOC page was given. I apologize for any inconvience on my end, and I suggest you A) make a new thread and B) make it clear that it isn't a sign up thread.

Damnit, the link/name of link thing is in a different order on another forum I visit.
Standard HTML my friend.

Im not trying to rule the rp but I think this is what the starter of the thread wanted in this RP

No tanks or anything thats impossable for zombies to get into except ofcourse your at a military base, but it should have low ammo/fuel to add some fun so you done have to just stay in a tank the whole rp so you dont die, a jeep with a 50 cal is good though or anything of that sort.

No magical powers or jedis or any kind of that stuff.

No miniguns, because personally, Ive never seen or heard a man pickup a minigun.

No people having 3 shotguns and 2 MP5s per person because that would be very unrealistic, mostly because MP5s weight about 5-6 pounds and shotguns weight about 7 pounds.

If your character has no experiance with a gun, they shouldnt be able to shoot someone in the head with a pistol from 150 yards away.

Again im not trying to rule the rp Im just saying waht I think the thread starter would want. Sorry for the bad typing, its 2:20 AM.

Standard HTML my friend.

Well i'm on dialup and this page "loads" but is still unusable and I end up just clicking the boxes and... well.... order of operations.

Im not trying to rule the rp but I think this is what the starter of the thread wanted in this RP

No tanks or anything thats impossable for zombies to get into except ofcourse your at a military base, but it should have low ammo/fuel to add some fun so you done have to just stay in a tank the whole rp so you dont die, a jeep with a 50 cal is good though or anything of that sort.

No magical powers or jedis or any kind of that stuff.

No miniguns, because personally, Ive never seen or heard a man pickup a minigun.

No people having 3 shotguns and 2 MP5s per person because that would be very unrealistic, mostly because MP5s weight about 5-6 pounds and shotguns weight about 7 pounds.

If your character has no experiance with a gun, they shouldnt be able to shoot someone in the head with a pistol from 150 yards away.

Again im not trying to rule the rp Im just saying waht I think the thread starter would want. Sorry for the bad typing, its 2:20 AM.

As stated, my people have about 20 guns and close to 500 rounds of ammo right now. The gunstore has a stock of 3-5 thousand rounds of ammo, alot of sidearms, some more rifles and the ever popular zombie killer known as the Spaz shotgun.

Right now i've got my people at an abandoned naval station with an APC, a Frigate, and a Helo. Which sounds overly done, but i plan on having the base overran and everyone staying on the ship for the majority of the RP, and since an APC is of no use on the high seas it may be stripped of armor and intergrated into the ship. The Helo isn't going to be used that much due to fuel.

Well i'm on dialup and this page "loads" but is still unusable and I end up just clicking the boxes and... well.... order of operations.

Huu... really now. I have AOL Dial-Up. Next excuse, commissar.

OOC: Seeing as how this IC thread horribly went off track, I figured I might add in a bit of suggestion for y'all. If you want a good zombie RP done, go talk to Golden Simatar. He's directed a few zombie RPs in the past (of which I've been a part of) and they have been successful. Normally though, he RPs in the Nationstates forum, which happens to be a stronghold of character RPs anyway.

Of course, if you think you've got the calibre to run a zombie RP, by all means, go for it.

Huu... really now. I have AOL Dial-Up. Next excuse, commissar.

56k?

You're lucky. 51k here.

I'm serious.

That and the fact the people at the ISP control center like to randomly bump people off every 5 minutes for an hour and then let them go 4 without a problem.

OOC: what the hell happened to this RP? can we just go from where we planned in that other thread and say its pretty much closed now? I dont really want any of that genetically modified/ jedi bullshit. where are we located again?

IC:
The zombies struck. People were driven in one great mob threw the streets, chasing innocent humans infecting them as they went. It seemed like humanity was facing extinction. Yet there were havens of safety. Two friends ex-SAS soldiers were holding a house (Richards):

OOC: these are my characters till i round up some more useless civilians etc.

Name: Richard
Age: 36
Sex: Male
height: 6 ft 3 inches
About him: Veteran SAS discharged for his brutal methods. Formerly Captain.
Took alot of weapons with him at the end of his service. Continues visits to the Gym means he is in excellent shape
Combat experience: Served in the first Iraq war, immence SAS training and many other missions.
Weapons: Mp5 9mm smg plenty of ammo
Rifle plenty of ammo
Two pistols (9 mm) plenty of ammo
2 grenades
Vehicles:Jeep parked outside

Name:Tim
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Height: 6 ft
About him: Another SAS veteran, discharged alongside his friend in the process. Also in shape. Formerly sergeant.
Combat experience: same as Richard
Weapons: Same as above

IC: There wernt many Zombies in this area yet. but there were enough. The streets were clearing up as civilians found safety or fell to the infection. Richard was holding the top window and using his excellent marksmanship to take down the stray infected zombie with his rifle. any poor zombie unfortunate enough to climb through one of the lower floor windows got a pistol blast in his head with Tim's pistols.
"Goddamnit Richard! when we gonna be moving on? Those people bitten by the zombies are begining to change!"
"Alright ill pack the rest of the ammo, you hold that window, ya hear me?"
"Right. Hurry up mate!"
"God knows how this happened. Probaly those damn yanks!"
"yeh........alright lets move"
Tim leads the way, pistols akimbo blasting zombies from their feet cooly and calmly. Richard follows lugging the ammo and guns, and tosses it in his jeep.
"ok get in!"
Tim pauses to blast another zombie's head off before jumping in.
"Drive!"
The Jeep accelerates into the empty road dodging stray traffic.

OOC: *grins* Now, Let's go overboard on the cliches! I'll just call my characters by their stereotypes.

The Cat
Jumps out from nowhere and mews evilly, nigh-invincible.

The Forgotten Guy
Falls over and is assumed dead, then comes back with a machinegun and six different heavy weapons.

The Samurai
A Japanese guy who for some inexplicable reason decides to eschew guns and use a katana. Even more inexplicably, also nigh-invincible.

The Kung-fu expert
An Asian martial arts person who gets killed at the very end, and takes two hours to die properly.

The Scantily-Clad Girl with Obscene amounts of weaponry
The Hero's love interest, carries a massive weapon, such as a medium machine gun. Her guns, for some reason, have an unlimited amount of ammunition until given to someone else.

The Hero
When he gets his hands on any gun, they always work just fine until he is forced to retreat, at which point they will run out of ammunition and he will fall over. He will land near a firearm or weapon, with which he will proceed to destroy every one of his agressors.

(OOC: holy crap, you go to sleep and 4 pages go by)

Acco sat down next to the window, his mates were playing pool, he sighed, he had never been too good at playing pool, after a while he dug into his pocket and took out several coins, his mate Sam was working behind the bar "hey wheres Dave?" Acco asked, Dave was an arse but he was the person Acco associated with the pub "Daves ill, he's upstairs at the moment.

Time passed and the sun began to set Acco sipped on his Vodka Coke looking around at the crowd of people now in the Pub, there was an impenetrable barrier of sound surrounding everyone, the music from the jukebox adding to Acco's discomfort, he needed to get out, and so he rushed out into the courtyard, Spaz was there with Big Dave, they were talking about what seemed to be movies "28 Days is the best" Spaz cried out to Dave "no no no, Dawn is the best, a pure classic." After a while it was obvious that they were talking about Zombie movies, it didn't matter much to Acco, to him the world was beggining to spin as the effects of the Vodka sank in.

OOC: we moving a bit slow people.......

IC: "You still have a radio in your car!?" yells Tim
"Damn right, and damn lucky!" replies Richard

The jeep shoots threw the streets, going at a steady 80 MPH. A zombie looms up but is sweapt over the jeep.
"Would you look where your driving! here gimme that!" cries Tim
Richard passes over the radio to tim who immediatly flicks through the frequencies "hello? anyone there!? hello!!"

OOC: any1 with a radio out there? McKagan maybe?

OOC:

Name: Dr. Herbert West
Age: 38
Sex: Male
Height: 5 ft 10 inches
About him: Dr. West was one of the original lead scientists on the Necromancer Project and was the one who brought about it's conception. He was unfortunatly kicked off from the project when even his ideas, genious, and madness were considered too extreme for the undercover project.
Combat experience: None.
Weapons: Machete, 9mm Pistol - 20 clips - 300 rounds, MP-7 - 5 clips - 200 rounds
Vehicles: 3 SUV's with limited fuel
Group: Dr. West is with a small group of security contractors who have some SUVs, a lot of pistol/pistol ammo, and a few SMGs.

(OOC: new guy
Big Dave: Stoner Hobo lives mostly out on the streets but has a large friendship with a lot of people, everyone respects Big Dave, armed with a Molotov)

Acco woke up, his head was killing him, he moved big Dave over and walked arounds to get the feeling back in his legs, he began to become more aware of his surroundings, he soon realised that he was in Tesco's, why hadn't the security thrown him out?

Big Dave awoke next and walked over to Acco, "how did we get to Tesco's?" He asked, of course Acco didn't know, he was more focused on why Tesco's was empty, no staff or anything, Dave and Acco walked around until Spaz woke up, he asked the same question, and got the same response, they gathered their things and walked off to Spaz's house.

OOC: any1 with a radio out there? McKagan maybe?

OOC: Only if you can get a message to the eastern coast of Florida.

IC:

"Damnit Bob!"

Miller was standing inside a window on the second floor of Bobs gun store while Bob loaded the APC with Spaz shotguns, M4's, and Beretta 9mm's that had for the most part been ineffective.

"Either you get me the fuck out of here or bring me a crate up here!"

The Marine had an empty M4 and a Spaz shotgun with about 8 shells left.

"Ok! I'm done, let's get the fuck out of here!"

The APC had been backed directly up to the door and was so tight against it no zombies could come through there. Since there was no big window on the bottom floor it was primarily secure.

Miller ran to the staircase and jumped half the steps on his way down.

"Ok, get us the fuck away from this building and i'll bring the door up!" The APC moved away and turned directly back towards the naval base/fort. As it pulled away the door started to come up. Miller turned and looked at the weapons station. Turning sideways he was suddenly and imediatly grabbed by a zombie who was trying to force the hatch back open.

"Mother fucker!"

Those were the only words that escaped the Marines mouth before he opened up with the M4 he'd reloaded from the only opened crate in the packed APC.

The APC slowly made it's way down the road and small hill towards the naval stations main gate. It was so packed that Miller couldn't even see the drivers area.

Upon entering the base they realized something was wrong. Slightly because there was in upwards of 20 zombies devouring a few civilians in a corner and the soldiers were only holding onto the small peir the ship was on.

"Get us down to that ship!" The Marine was now living as he tried to figure out a way to get to the main gun, while not possible.

The Stryker APC, at this point, was running over zombies and while unprotected, still managing to cut a hole in the line that now contained a few hundred zombies.

Without the large boxes that surrounded the entrance of the ship they would have been overwhelmed, but they were there, and the Stryker simply drove to them and up onto the sea wall and eventually onto the flight deck of the frigate.

The Marine exited the vehicle and left Bob inside trying to get out since he was trapped behind the crates.

"Onto the ship bitches! We're leaving these fuckers!"

The Marine begin laying down covering fire while at the same time letting the docking bridge from the rear out for everyone to cross.

The ship pulled out and entered the harbor with one of the civilians now acting as the navigation officer while the soldiers lobbed grenades back onto the shoreline for a moment.

"Ok, here we have it. Get that APC tied down. We can support a VTOL, right? Put the APC in it's place. Everyone to that conference room thing behind the bridge in 2 hours."

Downs was now a Captain.

The ship started to pull out, the zombies started to swim towards the ship. Downs noticed the zombies climing up the hull and sounded the alarm. The ringing woke up Alex, he walked out of his room finding himself face too face with a bloated zombie.
Alex lunged out with his leg triping the zombie. He ran back to his room and locked his door. "Crap, where did I put my gun!" He grabbed his magnum and opened the door with his gun up, finding the zombie on the ground clawing at the door with five bullets in it's skull. Looking up to find a man with a rifle standing over him.
"Who might you be?"
"James, lets go."
They bolted out of the hallway, and opened the halldoor. "Holy shit." James mumbled "You can say that again." Outside was a mob of zombies slaughtering a few humans. A couple of the civilians were able to jump off into the water, but the rest were kill meselessly.
"Let's run to the ladder to the captains room." They bolted to the ladder, some zombies saw them and tried to box them in. Alex saw what was hapining and shot around them, not hitting them, but the zombies wieght snaped the floor and they fell into the cargo hold. They got up to pilot house finding the captian and a few teens and adults holding the zombies off.

OOC: sorry if anyone is named john, he's a different one.

The ship started to pull out, the zombies started to swim towards the ship. Downs noticed the zombies climing up the hull and sounded the alarm. The ringing woke up Alex, he walked out of his room finding himself face too face with a bloated zombie.
Alex lunged out with his leg triping the zombie. He ran back to his room and locked his door. "Crap, where did I put my gun!" He grabbed his magnum and opened the door with his gun up, finding the zombie on the ground clawing at the door with five bullets in it's skull. Looking up to find a man with a rifle standing over him.
"Who might you be?"
"James, lets go."
They bolted out of the hallway, and opened the halldoor. "Holy shit." James mumbled "You can say that again." Outside was a mob of zombies slaughtering a few humans. A couple of the civilians were able to jump off into the water, but the rest were kill meselessly.
"Let's run to the ladder to the captains room." They bolted to the ladder, some zombies saw them and tried to box them in. Alex saw what was hapining and shot around them, not hitting them, but the zombies wieght snaped the floor and they fell into the cargo hold. They got up to pilot house finding the captian and a few teens and adults holding the zombies off.

OOC:

Godmod.

Please allow me to control the actions of my characters and/or vessel.

If you want to be part of my group then we can work something out where I rescue you or something, but i'm not taking another large group aboard.

Upon that, I've got a few ideas for homemade UAVs... more to come after there is another IC post from someone.

Name: Staff Sergeant G
Age: 38
Sex: Male
Height: 5 ft 7 inches

United States Army: MOS: Cavalry Scout
Combat experience: Operation Just Cause, Operation Desert Storm
Weapons: M1911a1 .45 pistol - 5 magazines, 250 additional rounds
M-16a2 rifle 7 magazines 1,500 additional rounds.
12 M67 fragmentation grenades,
Vehicles: M577 Command post APC with H2 .50 cal machine gun 3,000 rounds
Water buffalo converted to diesel fuel buffalo being towed behind the APC.

.......SSG G. took his last smoke from the pack and lit it. He looked through
the vision blocks of the 577 at the store front....There has to be at least
200 of them........he thought. Hauling the extra fuel would make it hard to
make any turns once inside..........not having somebody on the .50 really
sucks. I have plenty of MRE'S and water.....but who the hell wants to eat this
all the time........anyway I am sure I need to save it when things get really
bad. I need to formulate a better plan. Maybe I can reach somebody on the radio.....since the power is still on maybe bluetooth on the laptop......

SSG. G made sure the 577 was secure and shut it down to rest. Even through
the thick armor he could hear the moans of the dead as they clawed at the
command post. he rubbed the butt of his last smoke out.....stacked a few cases of meals ready to eat in front of the ramp door just in case and fell
asleep.

OOC: hell i can say im on the east coast of florida (I thought we were all meant to be in the same area?) Ill just say my boys are on holiday, or live there now.

IC:
"Running out of petrol......"
Tim sighed. It seemed like they were gonna stop, and this was the last thing he wanted to do. Tim did not wanna die in some Petrol station, as Zombies feasted on his flesh. No better to take your own life then die like that.........
"Heres a station, pull over Richard"
"Ok we go in together right?"
Tim considered being the hero and going in alone, but dismissed the idea. Whoever got into that constricted space inside the petrol stations building was gonna need cover.
"So what else we need?"
"Some food, blah blah. Anything. Be a impulse buyer" said Richard grinning.
"ok lets go"
Richard started filling up the gar with the nozzle, while Tim kept his eyes peeled. As he finished, they both turned to the station. The windows were boarded up....
"Weird"
"yeh reckon someone's in there?"
"what? putting up a defence? maybe.....wanna check it out?"
"of course...as we planned"
"that was before we realised its gonna be pitch black in there. If theres even 1 zombie we will be lucky to get out alive. Ain't not move to manouver....."
"what the hell...."
Richard slams on door...."Hello?HELLO!?" He spins on Tim "you hear that?"
"what?"
"I heard something.....human".
Tim runs to the jeep and pick's up his rifle. He then began to slam it into the stations door.
"Some sorta barricade against the door...."
both men began to hit the door. With one last big hit the door splintered, pushing the invisible barrier inside aside.
"A motorbike? wouldnt u rather drive off then get trapped in this place? lets get outa here man....."
"No i heard someone say som-"
Boom! The shotgun blast went straight past Tim's face. Richard dived for cover, which turned out to be non existant. A figure rose up out of the darkness. Richard leapt to his feet, pistol in hand.
"STOP! I WILL BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT!" he screamed
The figure threw their gun to the floor.
"Tim you ok?"
"fine....why the hell you shoot at us?"
"I thought your were one of them! You scared the Bejesus out of me!" replied the figure in a thick irish accent
"We scared YOU!? you almost killed us!" yelled Tim
The figure stepped into the ligt, a big fat irish man. Richard wasn't fooled. Alot of the weight this man carried was muscle. He had a big black beard and must of been 6ft 5inches tall.
"What the hell you stuck in here for?"
"I was hiding from those zombies! theres been alot of them around here for the last 48 hours!"
"had to use that gun yet?" asked Tim
"No! only on you two!"
"You gonna join us?"
"Aye. Might as well"
"I hope your able to shoot those zombies better than you can shoot us!"
Grinned Richard
"Should we pack some food?" asked the paddy, ignoring the joke.
"Sure. whats your name?" asked Tim
"Seamus O'Conor!"
"nice to meet ya! Ok lets move!"
Richard headed back to the jeep, while Tim helped Seamus pack up the food.
Seamus made sure to grab some guinness.
as they returned to the car Richard was grinning....
"We got someone!" he exclaimed
"what?" replied the puzzled Tim
"On the Radio! We recieved a transmission!"

OOC:
Seamus O'Conor has no combat experience but is armed with a shotgun (he was the petrol station owner).

Name:Mark Ferson
Age: 35
Sex: Male
Height: 6 ft 2 inches
Combat Training: Owner of 'Marks Bait and Gun Shop'. trains with 'regular' customers at local firing range every friday.
Weapons on hand: MP-7, 8 clips: Desert Eagle, 4 clips: Grenades, 2
Weapons in vehicle: a lot
Vehicle: '92 Chevy Pickup (Guns and ammo in bed, covered)

"Get on the fucking radio again!"

Miller was out on the deck manning the "deck security system" himself. The Stryker APC had been tied down inside a hangar and the Helo was in the process of being built up enough to fly.

Bob had set up a ballastics chamber in the bows of the ship and had started figuring out certain tips for taking zombies down.

While all this had been going on a few civilians had put together a remote controlled helicopter from the remains of it's kit they had brought aboard. It wasn't military grade in any way and could barely maintain altitude. Bob's current project included finding a way to put a gun on it that was light enough to let it fly.

"Don't boss me around! Give me time!" one of the Sergeants on the bridge yelled while semi-operating the radio.

"This is the frigate USS Avisron. We are currently located off the eastern coast of Florida. We have close to 10 survivors here and can take on more. If you are still human and holding on to a small area of land and are about to be overran please let us know and we will land an APC to extract you."

The conference had been almost completly unproductive. In 3 hours they figured out they needed food and who was on the security squad that would assist in rescue operations, if there were any.

(OOC: If no one wants to meet up with me don't reply to this. I'm not taking on another player after anyone who responds to this though, i don't want an RP where we're all just on the same ship. I do have an idea on seperating my people though.)

OOC: i wanna join you for a short while, but then im off on my own again. Dont trust boats lol

IC:
"This is Captain Richard Sharpe (OOC: any1? lol) and Sergeant Timorthy Sunderland of the SAS...." Tim glances over and frowns: why is he pretending we are still the British army?
".....with a civilian called Seamus O'Conor. We can hear gun fire in the back ground so you are obviously holding somewhere. We can't ask you to come rescue us...." Seamus swore viciously ".....But we can get to you. Dont worry about getting threw whatever force you are facing, we are more than capable. However can we help you? Theres maybe food or ammunition we can bring? Please respond. Over"
"Why are you pretending we are still SAS!?" Yelled Tim
"I dont know....it sounded right...." replied Richard weakly
"Would you give it up!? Gods man this is no time to be pretending to be a soldier!"
"I wern't gonna let some yank treat me like a civilian......."
"WE ARE CIVILIANS"
Seamus watched bemused as the two men argued, sitting comfortably in the back of the jeep. His stomach rubbled. He slowly put up his hand....
"WHAT!?" both Ex-SAS men exclamied
"We gonna get some food?"
"yeh we better stop at this supermarket" replied Richard
Richard pulled over. It was night time now and the power was off in the supermarket. "Looks pretty dark" mused Tim
"Yeh. You two. Careful with your fire. I dont want one of us to get shot at in the dark by some Paddy again. Grab a trolley each, and fill them up. If you see someone or something call out. Be careful."
The 3 men entered the gloomy building and headed down separate ailes.....

SSG. G . awaken by the radio fumbled for the handset.

Last calling station say again over.......
Repeat last transmission over...................

Last calling station this is SSG. G United States Army I am in the Red over....

Is there anyone there ? over.......................

(I had better take a look outside.) Peering through the vision blocks he
once again saw the front door of Wal-Mart.

It appeared to be secure from the horde of Dead walkers that were massing
on all sides of the building. Across the street he could see a Home Depot seperate from a strip mall that contained a Radio Shack, shoe store and small
restaurants. The crowd of the Dead and tripled in the small amount since he had slept. There were was no pattern to their movement.

Response to SAS Dudes

"Unless you have a boat there is no way to get to us, repeat, no way to get to us. We are fine for the time being. If you would like to link up with us we will do a port Amphibious assault with an APC we managed to load onto this vessel."

OOC: Still time for me to sign up??

OOC:probaly.....
My geography of Florida is non existant (so you name a place, decribe it vaguely or give co-ordinates and i will meet there)
Ill do my IC in the moring...to tired now

Christ... you go away for like three days and the shit hits the metaphorical fan.

Ok, here's the gist. This is Realistic. No Jedi, Fantastic 4, etc. However, if you want to get wierd, then I guess you can be a supersoldier that the Military was training but then, well, zombies happened. But no talking to animals, unless you're on drugs or something.

I guess I shouldv'e payed more attention to my baby but, oh well. I guess it's too late to make this a sign up thread, so just if this is your first time, post your characters and make IC posts. If you have other stuff, post it here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9311358#post9311358)

Oh and if you want to join late, just say your back story I guess.

And I got it Froze :) Shouldn't he be a Lt. Colonel tho? And make sure you have a Sgt Harper with you :p

OOC: Characters:

Name: Mungo
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Height: 5'11"
Features: Brown hair, long sideburns, wears a t-shirt and a kilt
About: Student, likes shotguns, lacrosse, makes friends easily
Weapons: Lacrosse Defense Pole with butcher knife attached, 12 gauge shotgun, magnum
Vehicles: 1992 Ford Mustang with fuel

Name: Jed
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Height: 5'8"
Features: Dirty Blonde, long hair, jeans and a t-shirt
About: Friend with Mungo, gun fanatic, manager of Lacrosse team
Weapons: Machete, Ak-47, M-16, 3 12 gauge, 5 glocks
Vehicles: none

more to come

Mungo woke up with a hangover. He felt like shit. Actually, more than shit. Jed was sleeping next to him with the bottle of scotch empty. "Fuck the police," Mungo said, uselessly. His parents were on vacation and they had left him here alone. So he invited Jed and they got wasted. A few of their friends were over at another friends' house, but he didn't give a shit.

He got up and looked around. It looked as if someone was standing in his yard. Mungo laughed at the idiot. The cops would be there soon to arrest them. Mungo woke Jed up and a few ibuprofins later, they checked out the back.

They yelled and taunted the person, but they wouldn't move. Then Jed threw a rock at it and nothing happened. They both stared at eachother with the same look: "Wtf?"

Name: Hans
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black
Height: 6' 6"
Weight: 17 Stone
Nationality: Polish
Appearence: Hugely muscular man. Tattoo of an ammunition belt on the back of his neck
Weapons: General Purpose Machine Gun (GPMG),2x Sig Sauer 9mm, Automatic Shotgun

Hans Luberieght, or just Hans was seperated from his polish army unit when they were surrounded in Warsaw by zombies. The last he saw of them as he hurled a lump of granite into the zombies to clear a path was of them in a rough circle pouring their last fire into an oncoming hoarde. That was the last thing he rembered, because the granite lump he had thrown had been supporting a garage, which promptly fell onto him. When he awoke, none of his platoon were left. He walked to the space of their last stand, and pulled his friends autmotic shotgun from the baggage pile. He then holstered another sig sauer beside his own. Heaving his heavey machine gun up he had turned, after stocking up on ammunition, into the Polish night. Days later, as he reached Paris, he had dumed his own, machine gun in favour of a British army GPMG. Most of his bulk was muscle, or skin and effortlessly lifting the gun onto his shoulder he had carried on, taking more ammunition. He is now in Calais, trying to fnid a boat to get over to England, or better still, America.

OOC: real proper post coming soon.

OOC:
this has gone crazy.....
maybe i should replace the paddy for Harper
All i need then is wellington and Sharpes rifles.
HAGMEN! BRING THAT ZOMBIE DOWN!
I might get some clay pidgeon shooter called Hagmen. watch this space.
LOL

OOC: dont forget harper's seven barrelled bastard of a gun!!!!!!!

Parthini']Ok, here's the gist. This is Realistic. No Jedi, Fantastic 4, etc. However, if you want to get wierd, then I guess you can be a supersoldier that the Military was training but then, well, zombies happened. But no talking to animals, unless you're on drugs or something.
I never said anything like fantastic four, it was closer to jedi, although she had to be touching the person. And I was more than happy to drop those traits.

And the whole talking to animals thing was supposed to make her seem like she was on ldrugs. She baisically is a super soldier, now the uestion remains, would you have a problem with the healing thing? Cause that is the only thing I wanted. Considering there were zombies, I figured there would be no problem with this one.

(OOC: ima afraid ima step out of thsi RP, i got two weeks of business, if this still alive when i come back then i'll make a comeback tour)

OOC:

Godmod.

Please allow me to control the actions of my characters and/or vessel.

If you want to be part of my group then we can work something out where I rescue you or something, but i'm not taking another large group aboard.

Upon that, I've got a few ideas for homemade UAVs... more to come after there is another IC post from someone.

I stated that hes a different John, an NPC. Silly
Or where you talking about the captain?
And my Char is a stowaway on the ship

OOC:Ok, I'm willing to talk. What kind of healing do you mean? Like if her arm gets chopped off, she can regrow? Describe further and I would be willing to discuss.

OOC:
Are you crazy Parthini? I thought this was gonna be at least slightly realistic.
I thought no uber soldiers (i thought my guys were to uber!), jedis or super heroes. Btw im just gonna base Seamus on Harper from now on lol.


IC:
The ailes were empty. Or so it seemed. After about half an hour Richard couln't even hear the other guys. It was at this time he hear a large crash:
"Hello!? You guys alright?" he bellowed. No answer.
The supermarket was humongous. His eyes were adjusted to the darkness now, so the work had become easier. The trolley was full....now he just had to find the others and get out of this place, it was beggining to freak him out.
They had planned to meet at the exit, so thats where Richard headed. Yet the exit was blocked off. It looked like two cars had been driven (pushed?) extremely hard into the entrance, causing parts of the ceiling to cave in. Then it loks like more rubble was carefully stacked against the entrance.
"What the hell?" he whispered to himself
Was this the exit we came in threw? thought Richard He tried shifting the rubble, but it was impossible by himself. Too damn heavy. Then he heard the low moan, but more than one. Hundred's. Richard slowly turned around.
Zombies came from all directions, only staggering now. Richard had seen them run. He didn't know what the hell to do. Except fight.
In a split second Richards pistols leapt into his hand. It was then the Zombies Sprinted at him:
"HOLY SHIT!" He Screamed.
Two zombies went down, both with bullets threw their heads. A third went down with a couple of bullets in its chest. A Fourth got in close, then a fifth, then a sixth. Richard was surrounded by them now. They pawed at him, dragging him to the ground. He dropped his weapons and grabbed the nearest one, who was drying to sink a bite in his neck.......

Tim's trip had been successful. He had found Seamus in the alchoholic beverages section, and they had both finished their shopping God knows how but the main entrance had been blocked off. Luckily there was a fire exit, with less rubble around it. He and Seamus had easily shifted this.
"Where's Richard you reckon?" Questioned Tim
"He looks like the sorta man who can look after himself" Replied the Paddy in his thick irish accent.
"Yeh....But just in case. Im going back. You pack this stuff into the jeep, Im gonna take my SMG. I dont like this place, and it aint coincidence that there is rubble only at both exits....."
15 Minutes later Tim heard a loud male scream. He recognised Richards voice immediatly. Sprinting around the corner he saw Richard surrounded by a crowd of those things. Tim swore. They hadn't seen him yet. He could just slip out unnoticed........Tim swore even louder. Grabbing a nearby trolley he pushed it running to the group and jumped in, machine gun blasting.......

Richard knew he was gonna die, or at least become whatever these things were. He wished he still had a gun and a bullet, for himself.....Then out of the darkness of the ailes a rolling, roaring demon entered the scene, blasting the zombies from their feet. Gunfire! Thought Richard.
Rapid machine gun fire hurtled the zombies around Richard aside. The Zombies turned to face the new enemy, but they were blasted from their feet. The one attempting to bite Richard disapeared in a explosion of gore. Richard jumped to his feet, and scooped up one of his pistols. Then he ran..

Tim jumped off the trolley. "RICHARD! THIS WAY!" He roared. The two men sprinted off, firing over their shoulders. One zombie loomed up in front of Richard, but took a bullet in its face for its troubles.
Finally they made the safety of the fire exit......
"They bite you?" asked Tim
"No, thank god!"
"Did you see that!? A mother fucking trap man!"
"I know. Lets just get the hell out of here."
Seamus did not seem at all surpised at the sight of Richards ripped clothes.
The three men jumped into the jeep and drove off.

OOC: I may be slightly off-balance so to say, but if she isn't too unrealistic and makes a really good backstory, then I would accept.

I stated that hes a different John, an NPC. Silly
Or where you talking about the captain?
And my Char is a stowaway on the ship

No, you see, you can't just declare you've been on my ship the whole time.

Ignored.

Some Big Food Store ,0500 Local time

The Seahawk Helicopter had been put into operation only a few hours earlier.

Bob, Miller, and Mullins had boarded it along with Mann and they had flown to the store the small remote controller helicopter had been monitering earlier. The zombie activity in this area was minimal at certain times and high at others. This indicated the possibility of survivors being on the ground here somewhere.

The Operation was supposed to be 4 hours long. The early morning insertion would lead up to the group of men armed 9mm Glocks and a Spaz (ok, no one can accuse me of being too armed now, i've got M4's and i'm using THIS :p ) dropping onto the roof and dropping through what was thought to be a normal roof access point. The roof would be known as the LZ, meaning that before they entered the building it would be scouted and the door set up to be locked incase of a overhwelming force inside.

After this the force is suppose to be inside the building and have it semi-locked down by the time morning rolls around. From here they would comb the large structure looking for anyone while someone else moved food to the roof and prepared it to me shipped out.

Simple plan, but Miller hoped they would be able to carry it out as simple as the helo flew over the beach and futher inland...

(OOC: If anyone wants to get aboard my ship and set up a few missions/adventures down the road here's your chance.)

Actually, I can't think of any way to flesh this out. Count me out of this.

SSG. G still inside the M577 APC outside a Wal-Mart in Tennessee.

(I know what I can do ! I'll mow these fuckers down with the APC.)

There were about 700 zombies that had converged on the store.

The APC started up, The zombies stopped in their tracks and turned to face
the noise of the engine and began their movement to the APC.

SSG. G began to run over scores of zombies with the APC. He knew it would
take many passes to ensure that the head of each zombie would be destroyed.
He made his first complete circle of the building. In the parking lot was the first group he ran over. There was a body that had been cut in half. The upper
torso was still crawling towards the APC. There were zombies in police uniforms, little league uniforms, all ages and all sizes. He tried not to let the
small children get to him as he ran them over. He keep telling himself that
this was better than shooting due to limited ammo.

Soon the area would be secure enough to get into the store.

The Helo finally moved in and dropped off it's cargo.

Two crates slid out and the three men in semi-camo clothing jumped out. The Helo quickly gained altitude and headed back to the ship.

"Ok, ok!" Bob yelled as he motioned to Mullins to run to a far corner of the building and scout. The squad was lightly armed and underly equiped to secure such a large building but since the zombies weren't that thick in the area things were much easier. At this point it is only light enough for him to make out figures.

He ran back to the lone structure on the building where the other two men had put the crates in position for being loaded with anything useful found inside...

(OOC: Not posting again to i find out if anyone is going to meet me here)

OOC: wait. you're at my supermarket? the one i just drove out of? or a random one?

OOC: I'm at just a random one, it can be in the general area of where you're at though, its open for any ONE player to come to me, or not. It's not under seige yet. I want to basically have the people move alot of supplies and stuff to the roof, then rescue someone through the parking garage, and fight a running battle back to the staircase and across the roof, plus having to wait til' the helo comes back.

Sorry for my lack of posting lately. I'm on vacation in the middle of nowhere so I have to get on Dial-Up and I'm used to much faster things, so I will be slow the next couple of days.

"A trap man. A mother fucking trap!" Shouted Tim over the roar of the engine. He still couldn't get over it.
"I think i noticed Tim!" said Richard
"Yeh but what does this mean? these things getting smarter, developing? What next man? one of them turning a gun on us? driving a car?"
"Don't be stupid! They could probaly always spring a trap. There about as bright as monkeys, maybe even less so. Dont worry...."
"FUCK!" both men screamed. There was a road block of police cars. Richard hit the largest gap, but it wernt enough. The car flipped the jeep up onto its side, where it remained on two wheels for a few seconds before spinning on to its back. The car skidded 20 meters further before coming to a stop.
Richard groaned: "Tim, you ok?"
"He's unconcious" Replied Seamus
Richard swore. His own hand was covered in blood, it had smashed threw the windscreen. Other than that he was fine. Bit bruised but ok. Seamus seemed unscathed, but Tim's head had obviously collided with the back of his seat.
"Check his pulse" said Seamus
"He's ok, just unconcious i think. Shoulda worn his seat belt this idiot."
Richard crawled out the side of the jeep. Seamus was already out. with one big muscular arm he dragged out Tim.
"Ok you carry Tim, I'll carry most of the guns, but it looks like we gonna have to dump a few."
Richard pulled out the large bag of weapons. By picking up a SMG, 1 in his right hand, and strapping Tim's pistols under his belt, he could carry the ammuninition in the bag on his back alongside the other SMG. Seamus would carry his shotgun on his back, Richard's remaining pistol this belt and the two rifles would have to be left behind along side all of the food. Seamus pulled Tim up into his arms.
"You ok there Seamus?"
"Me mam did more work carrying me as a baby"
Richard grinned: "Theres another Supermarket just down the road, according to that sign" Richard pointed at the road side sign (OOC: your supermarket) "Lets go and take cover there until Tim recovers."
The two men staggered down the road, struggling under their burdens. The road was thankfully open of the zombies. Finally the Supermarket loomed up in front of them.......

OOC: Ok you RP whats gonna happen, something ideally that involves making a run for it, and you using a stretcher to help Tim.

The Apc stopped in front of the Automotive Department.

SSG. G opened the commanders hatch and loaded the .50 cal.

A small group of zombies were headed towards the APC.

He flipped the weapon on single shot and beagn to draw a bead on
the group. He depressed the butterfly and a single shot rang out.
The round was to low and blew the entire left shoulder off on the zombie
it hit. A second shot rang out......the head exploded in a crimson spray.
In all 33 shots rang out. Once he had completed this he grabbed the
A2 and .45. He locked up the APC and jumped on the roof just above
the automotive department. There were many skylights on the roof.

He found the office to the automotive department and busted the skylight
open. It was about a 15ft fall. A broken ankle or sprain didn't even cross his
mind. He was lucky this time.

Once inside he made sure the room was secure and began to build some steps
to the skylight to get the hell out of there. The power was still on and
there was a security monitor that flashed images of the Automotive department
and the bays. He studied the images for an hour and didn't see any movement.

OOC: thought these zombies could run....wouldn't they charge you down?

The men had gotten their supplies together. Consisting of canned food, drinks, and random things found in the store like laser pointers and batteries.

The crates, sealed and on the roof, were ready to be airlifted out.

"Sir! I just saw some people coming down the road! They didn't look like zombies!"

Miller was now operating one of the two 9mm's they'd brought. He had 2 clips of ammunition along with Bob, and Mullins had 15 shotgun shells. Not very heavily armed but able to at least kill the few zombies they thought could show up.

"What!" Bob yelled while running to the front door. The large sliding doors were somewhat secure but were still open to large assault. That's why Mullins was on the roof directly above with the shotgun.

The road was fairly clear since the helo fired off a few rounds on it's original approach.

Bob kicked the doors open and started waving at the people who were about halfway on the extremly long road. As he started waving several dozen zombies rounded the corner at the far end of the road. The Helo wasn't scheduled to arrive for another 15 minutes, either...

OOC:


I thought they were the slow zombies.........Are they fast or slow ?

OOC: I've been RPing them as fast ones, but i think we were going with earlier that they were different in different areas. So as long as you don't have completly different zombies across the street from me you're ok.

OOC:If her arm gets hacked off, no she can't regrow it. It's baisically if your body can heal it, she heal it much faster. Such as if she broke her leg if it was set quickly it would heal in about 12 hours. Minor cuts and scrapes heal within seconds. If you were to chop her cartoid she would, unless it was really bad, be able to heal it before it killed her, but she would have lost enough blood to make her tired and inneffective at fighting.

EDIT sorry for the late response, but I was away for the weekend. I wasn't expeting to be back till tommorow.

All of a sudden, a shot rang out. A zombie head exploded. Then there was a cry.

"Fire in the hole!"

A smoke trail came out of a nearby building. It exploded right above the undead crowd, killing several, knocking most of them to the ground. They immediatly focused thier collective attention to the building from whence the shot came. A man yelled.

"Give em hell people!"

Then a cacophony of shot ripped throught the horde. The sound of ripping flesh was audible above heavy gunfire. Tracers lit up the night zombie after zombie fell. Within minutes, the entire group was downed. Bob lifted his hands of his ears and looked at the building. The door opened, and out came a group of 4 camoflagued young men probably in thier late teens or early 20s. Then 2 more came out, dressed in Marine BDU. All were carrying a M-16 or M-4, several with underslung shotguns or grenade launchers. 1 of the marines had a m21 strapped to his back, and several of the yound men had secondary pistols as well.

The first one looked at Bob.

"Hey there"

Bumparoo

Whispy smoke rose off of the cigarette butt falling through the air. The hand that had discarded the butt was now buried in a face right next to an eyepatch. It tapped it's head and began to remember the circumstances like it was story. The operation had been a simple one, several different assassinations on various political leaders, get three at once, three different locations, so three operatives. Her end had started normal, she had tracked her targets next whereabouts and was waiting in his bedroom. She had waited in the room, listening, nothing. A crashing sound, and someone, no, something, had come through the window. It hadn't lasted long against Darby's fangs and Claws, but the next three, although they moved slow, could take a shot. Three spent casing lay on the ground, twirling their little jig, spitting their little smoke, and a creature still lumbered foreward with three newly formed holes in the middle of it's chest. The fourth casing richocheted off the wall, landing in a cup as the walls were painted in various shades of pink, red, and purple, the figure fell with a clunk as what once were brains slished out onto the floor. With that messy business out of the way she made her way to the secondary rendevouz, any hopes of being extracted on the top floor of the building across the street were pointless as soon as she saw a truck crash into the side.
********

A clearing of familiar gun, a PSG-1, had brought back a recent memory. A glint of light was all that could be seen, and even that was for no more than ten seconds. A loud pop filled the room as havoc ensued. Thinking, thinking, thinking. The havoc should have ensued after realization, not at the same time as the pop. A second glance out the window revealed people eating other people. He backed away slowly, then turned around and calmly walked for the roof. As the roof's door was in sight, a screaming woman was making his way towards him, coming from the lower levels. He raised his pistol instictively, and placed one in the leg of the lady. She screamed in pain as she fell forward and started rolling down the stairs. Before she hit the nearest landing a flood of slow moving people was seen. He ran the rest of the way to the top and shut the door, looked around, and saw nothing to bar the door. He would have to make do. He looked to the skies, no chopper as planned. A leap of faith seemed the best plan. He started running, thunk, he tripped. He found the source, a guy wire for a long removed billboard. He did his best to tie the thick wire to something. He started heading down the wire as teh door from the main part of the building came rushing open, a flood of zombies pouring out like a cold breeze in a warm room. He walked his way down the building, the wire stopped at 5th floor, at least he thought it was the 5th floor. He pulled out his pistol and shot out the nearest window, then brought himself to the newly formed entrance. He entered the hallway. He shot a zombie that was in the hall in the head, or rather he tried, he actually shot the thing in the neck, and quite inadvertantly hit it in the spinal chord. He ran down five flights of stairs, the sounds of zombies behind him the whole way. He ran out the building and towards the secondary randevouz.
********

A light purr was brought by a brief touch to a furry head was all that was needed to get over an unpleasant experience. A shadowy figure did nothing in attempt to hid ethe mass amount of weapons that resided on the slim figure. A second figure lurked in the shadows next to the first. A person stepped across the light, making both figures disappear. Light came sooner than it should have, only the figure with the weapons was standing now, marvelling in the gurgled screams. Several steps were all it took stand above the figure and the cat. The jugular vein squirted blood at the standing figure. Valerie walked towards the building for extraction, the first in, the last out. The chopper was supposed to pick the other two up at their appropriate locations, then come to find her blood splattered body waiting at the top of the building they picked for her. She always creeped out the people who came to pick her up. Perhaps it was the fact that she was covered in blood, perhaps it was the fact that she only smiled when bathed in blood, maybe it was the fact she never, ever made any motion to wipe the blood off of her skin, unless it was in her eye, Maybe it was a combination of these. She looked at the way the figure had come from, and saw what her prey had been running from. She brought her largest weapon up to her shoulder and layed fire in the masses of zombies. She looked towards the building that she was supposed to extract from, and gave up on the thougth that any helicopter would risk coming to a land with unkown enemies. Her grin became larger as she fired upon anything that moved, hurrying towards the rendevouz.
********

The group was in a condemned office building. All exits and enterances had been sealed sans the one they entered, they quickly barricaded it with rotten desks and discarded chairs. They would set posts for guard duty during the night Kiley pulled first watch being as she arrived first, Val would pull last. The night was still young, so Ennis decided to clean his rifle, while Val decided to spend time with Haushinka.
********

Kiley sat on the second floor, anything past it had rotten away near the window that was closest to the main entrance and smoked her cigarette. She reflected briefly on what had just happened as she tossed the butt out the window. She saw a person walking towards the building. Kiley raised her G36 and shouted, "Drop the shotgun, put your hands on your head, and state your business." She couldn't help but noticing a rather large sword strapped to his back, it was inconclusive though as it was innefective at this distance.

OOC:
The Velkyan Union stole my entry damnit.....lol. I guess ill meet McKagan there anyways.....

IC:
Richard sensed danger before he saw it. Everything just seemed different. He spotted Bob as he would later come to know him next to some large sliding doors, then he hear something scream past his ear. Next thing he was pulling Seamus to the floor as World War III broke out behind them.
Richard turned on the floor to watch. The air was rent with the schreech of bullets hurling towards a group of Zombies. Several of the bullets were coming close to Richard and Seamus:
"Shit. You ok Seamus?" said Richard
"Yeh. Lets be going..." Seamus scooped Tim into his arms
The two men staggered to their feet, hoping a stray bullet wouldn't strike their unprotected backs. Richard waved to the unknown man infront of them.
"Hello!? We need some medical attention here!" Shouted Richard.
The two men staggered towards the doors........

OOC: Hey, it was a good entry!

IC: A marine rushed to his side.

"Get these guys inside! Come On!"

The marine looked at them.

"Don't worry, I'm a doctor"

The others rushed to the side, covering the wounded men. When they got inside thier temporary firebase, the medic said

"Ok, what seems to be the problem?"

"He's ok, only took a knock, he should regain conciousness in an hour" Replied Richard
"What about your arm?" Responded the doctor
"Later. We have bigger fish to fry right now.." More zombies rounded the corner, these ones were running. Richard shouldered is SMG and let off a rapid burst. More were coming around the corner, some running, some walking, all atracted by the smell of fresh meat. Richard estimated 300 were visible now, with plent more following up.
"SHIT! We need to get in this supermarket. MOVE!"
Richard and Seamus ran into the building, with two marines following up carrying Tim.
(OOC: Dont mind the slight control i exerted over a couple of your men do u?)

(OOC: I don't mind taking everyone back to the ship, but everyone can't stay there.)

IC:

Bob had returned to the roof with Mullins, both positioned over the doors in front preparing to start putting rounds into the oncoming horde.

"Get the fuck into the building!"

Miller, now living as he tried to move everyone through both sets of doors, stood beside the button that would drop the security nets over all the windows and doors.

"INSIDE!" he yelled while firing a single shot into the head of a zombie.

OOC: it's ok, just dont kill them. Do you mind if I do the same?

IC:

"Move Move Move!!!"

The seven men followed the two strangers into the supermarket.

"Get to the top!"

"They grabbed Bob and his fellows and got them to climb to the top of the market. When all was said and done, the over a dozen men were at the top.

"How the hell are thier so many of them?!" yelled a teen.

"I have'nt the faintest fucking clue!"

The zombies broke into the supermarket below. They seemed preoccpied for the moment.

"I guess this would be a good time to introduce ourselves..."

The teen with a hoody spoke up first.

"I'm Leon"

The other marine spoke up.

"PFC Ken Donaldson!"

Another teen muttered.

"The name's Mack"

A older man with a labcoat shouted

"Dr. Richards"

A Asain man with a bandana on said, "Ping Mushiagi"

The last teen, black, bellowed

"I'm Jerry"

Finally, the last marine spoke out.

"Marksman Joey Mitechell"

OOC: Ill jump a ride, but only for awhile. BTW once this action scene is over we gotta discuss a plan, a objective. Sure you can use my guys a bit:

IC:
"Im Richard this is Seamus. The unconcious guy's Tim. Look after him. Now if you dont mind....."
Richard shouldered his SMG. There was a horde of Zombies attacking in continuous waves, yet to enter the supermarket. Using small accurate bursts Richard dropped Zombie after Zombie.
"We need to get the hell out of here! Goddamn Zombies are everywhere. Any plans?" Richard bellowed to anyone in general. Seamus had leveled Tim's SMG now and was firing continuously into the enemy just at the base of the Supermarket. At this range he couldn't miss, but he couldn't make many of his hits count. Richard considered ordering him to save ammo, but in this conflict they needed every gun hand they could get.
"You guys got any guns? I got 3 Pistols." Richard tossed it in their general direction. "Shoot slowly, make your bullets count.." Richard considered his audience "well at least hit them."

OOC: My team is prettily heavyly armed already. Read my first post. Also, the Zombies have surrounded the market, so we might need to fight them off.

Richard hastily scooped up the pistols and tossed them back into the black bag. Grabbing a handful of ammo he plugged it into his SMG started shooting as many zombies as possible. I need a flamethrower or rocket launcher he thought as another wave of Zombies sprinted at the supermarket....

Leon and the sniper opened up first, soon the whole 12 people fired. Zombies were going down left and right, but there were still so many...Leon looked out of the corner of his eye. 3 zombies were coming up the ladder at them. He leveled his rifle at them. He pulled the trigger.

*click click click click*


He screamed for his teammates, but the sound of gunfire was too loud. He drew his magnum and fired a shot through the head of the first zombie. The 2 others pressed on. The next shot hit the second one in the neck, knocking him over, only to be caught be the next zombie. More were coming up. Leon's aim was growing shakier, the undead getting closer...they were at arms length...

*BOOM*

There was a bloody hole inside the zombies head.

*BOOM*

The third was blown apart.

Leon look up and saw a helicopter, with a man sitting in it with a rifle.

Smiling.

OOC: I thought we had a bit longer to hold them off.... let McKagan to post the arrival of the helicopter m thinks.

OOC: Apprently hes not here. The show must go on.

OOC: im goona watch a movie now...so im off too. This shall continue later.

OOC: I don't want the helo here just yet, btw. I want to hold off for a few minutes.

IC:

Miller was directing traffic on top of the supermarket.

"You, you, you! 3'oclock, over there! Shoot the fuckers down before they hop the garbage cans and land on top of us!" he motioned to three of the people who had just arrived.

"I told Downs that we should have came with the P90's or M4's.... but nooooooooooooooo" he said as he calmly walked through the crowd of people.

"Everyone to the edges! Shoot the fuckers and we'll wait for the helo!"

The only door to the roof was now semi-sealed, not that the zombies had found the staircase anyway. Bob had rigged a nasty little surprise for them should they come up, too.

"Damnit people! Controlled bursts! The helo has an ETA of 5 minutes! Shoot on the closest ones!"

OOC: If I can still register, here are my three characters.

Char One:
Name: Joseph M. Liberator
Age: 19
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 200 Lbs
Hair: Black/Dark Brown
Eyes: Brown
Bio: Joseph is the oldest of the three Liberator children. He is currently serving in the USMC, and ever since this " zombie " epidemic, he has snuck out of base and has begun searching for his two younger siblings.

Char Two:
Name: Jacob D. Liberator
Age: 17
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 178 Lbs
Hair: Dirty Blond
Eyes: Greenish/Hazel
Bio: Jacob is the middle child of the three Liberator children. He witnissed his parents turn into " those monsters " and personally killed them himself. His face shows signs of deep depression and dullness.

Char Three:
Name: Jessica N. Liberator
Age: 15
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 116 Lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Bio: Jessica is the youngest child of the three Liberator children. She was hiding as her brother had to bring there parents to death. She too shows signs of deep depression.

Combined Bio: The three are trying to just survive. The two younger siblings are unaware of there older brother's escape from base and his adventure to find them. The two younger siblings stole there mother's SUV, and are taking shelter at a friend's house.

IC: ( don't count this if I end up not being allowed to sign up. )

Joseph was moving through the small town just three hours away from his siblings. He was in a stolen Ford Taurus '93 and had his gear sitting in the passenger seat next to him. He drove through the lifeless town, and only saw bodies littering the ground. It was as if his worst nightmare had come true, he had always wondered after watching a zombie movie if any of this would happen one day..and now it was happening. As he was approaching a gas station, he noticed that his car was almost dry out of gasoline.

" Shit...I am not in the mood for this... " he replied to his car with a deep sigh.

He pulled into the gas station, and was surprised to find no bodies. He picked unleaded and started to pump his " new " car, and looked around him.

" This is just not right man...not right at all.... " he was talking as if he were with one of his buddies or his brother.

Thats when he realized he was hungry. He decided to go inside the gas station to grab something to munch on, so he opened his passenger door and pulled out his rifle and a flashlight. He walked inside with his M4A1 Carbine and turned on the flashlight. The sun was setting, and all of the lights inside were knocked out. He was happy to see that the power was on for the fridges though. He opened one and pulled out some bottled water and a Dr.Pepper, and decided to make more then one trip. As he was walking turning around he heard a slight moan and a footstep. Joseph stood still, and started to creep forward. He was standing next to a counter and sat down his drinks and gripped his M4A1 with his right hand as his left hand moved around with the light in it. He finally realized there was blood all over the ground, and he heard the noise again. He caught a shadow and he shot with his M4A1 twards it, but got nothing in reply. He picked up his drinks and rushed out of the door, knowing that if there was a zombie..it had the upper hand in darkness. Joseph opened the passenger door and put his drinks in there, closed the door and took the pump out of the car and got back in. He started his car up, and began to drive away, slowly at first, but gained speed gradually. His heart was still beating, and was glad he got out of there.

" Shit....I didn't get anything to eat...oh well..got some water and pop. That'll do for now. "

As he was saying this, he was flipping through stations trying to see if he could find anything..anything at all.

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Jacob sat in the living room as his younger sister was in the bathroom. His friend TJ was trying to be sympathetic to Jacob after hearing the story about his parents. TJ was half a year older than Joseph and had originally been his friend first, but things happened four years ago that has been long forgotten about. TJ had a shotgun with him, and his dad was walking around with a pistol. His step mom and sister were seperated from them, both out of state but not together either. His sister was visiting there grandparents, and his stepmother was visiting his stepbrother. All stayed quiet in TJ's house...

EDIT: I changed Two days away to Three hours away.

To McKagen: Theres 7 of my guys up here...but ok, we delete the helo scene.

To Psychotica: Sure, you can sign up, but try to make the chars interlink with ours, otherwise you will get bored real fast.

INCHAR:

"5 freakin minutes, we'll be fuckin overrun by then!"

"Get your head together Leon!"

"LOOK OUT, ONES UP TOP!!!"

Ken turned to see a zombified clerk shuffling towards him.

He leveled the rifle and blasted it off, just as another came in.

"SHIT SHIT SHIT, THEIR COMING UP!!!"

OOC: Psychotika your welcome, try bringing your characters into our plot somewhere or another. i thought the doors were sealed up, how are they getting up?....are we saying theres a ladder leading to the roof?
just wanna know this before i go IC.

Miller was now enjoying this. Being the Marine he was meant that he enjoyed combat, even though it was probably more him than the USMC's training.

"Keep the fire coming! Helo at 6!"

The large Blackhawk Helicopter came in, the pilot looking amazed that the 3 man team he dropped off was now over 1 dozen. Trying to figure out how they would fit all these people into the helicopter Mullins opened the doors.

Miller, after firing off his 4th-to-last bullet into the neck of a female-ish zombie and dodging the severed head that had flown his direction after Bob expended his last shotgun shell in the same manner turned and yelled to everyone, after making sure to load the supplies though, "Into the fucking helo! File in towards the rear and try to sit down, just conserve room and we'll fly the fuck out of here!"

"I hope no one here is a fatass! We'll never get off the ground!" Bob said while leaving his position and trying not to be ran down by anymore zombies that were down climbing the several trask dumpsters that lined the edges of the building.

The sniper yelled:

"Everybody, get your asses in there! NOW!"

Once everyone was loaded, the helicopter began to lift off, slowly at first, and then rapidly, as the door gunner spewed hot molten death on the pusbags...

The packed helicopter barely managed to gain enough altitude to clear the wall on the edge of the building.

The side doors were shut to keep anyone from being pushed out and everyone was ordered to sit down.

Bob didn't like bringing so many people back to the ship, but security could take care of them.

Joseph had driven a half an hour away from his little gas station ordeal, and his heart had finally stopped pounding from the freight. He was all alone, no one in the town was alive and he was just now getting back on the highway. He had only two and a half hours left untill he arrived back home...a place he was somewhat scared to see. There were cars on the highway, and even more dead people sat inside them, some half torn out of there cars. It was getting pretty dark out, and Joseph had his foglamps and highbeam headlights on, like anyone else was going to be driving down this road. He couldn't find any stations to listen too, comming as no suprise, so he just hummed to himself. He kept driving and driving to the never ending darkness with a spooky gloom from now set sun, he was driving as if he was chasing after the sun. There were zombies on the road, of course, but none sempt to bother him as he drove past them at about 85 MPH. The cars and bodies sempt to clear away as the gloom was finally gone and Joseph sped up to 100 MPH. He knew he would waste more gasoline, but at this speed, he could cut the trip back home about a half hour to an hour, if he could keep up the speed.

--

Jacob and TJ and Jessica and Jim, TJ's dad, all sat downstairs watching a movie as a frozen pizza was upstairs in the oven. Bodies were in the streets outside and Jim had put foil on most of the windows to keep everyone a bit calm from the site. They were only staying because they had no working car, for someone had crashed into there only one. Most of the cars were across a street, a walk that no one wanted to make with all of the bodies outside. They just didn't want to risk being attacked. They had a wierd feeling that someone was going to show up, and that was there other motivation to stay put. Besides, there was enough food to last a few more days. The sun was down and the movie was almost over, and TJ told Jacob and Jessica to go to sleep and he and his dad went on " guard " duty.

--

Joseph was right, and he was seeing the " Miles away " going down. It had been a long while, and Joseph only had 15 minutes to go. His heart was pounding with anticipation to see his parents and his siblings, but his heart was also pounding with sadness that none of them may be alive.

OOC: Yea I'll try to see if I can link up with you all after I get Jacob and Jessica.

IC: It was at this moment four Zombies grabbed Seamus and pulled him over the edge. The Zombies had scrambled over a dumpster towards the back of the building, and no one had seemed to notice them: "RICHARD! HELP!" Seamus screamed, dropping his SMG. Richard dived forwards to grab his hand, but was too late. The 4 Zombies, back pedalling, fell threw the air hitting the ground. Seamus more fortunately landed on the dumpster and rolled off. He landed on the ground on his feet bellowing a Gaelic war cry as two zombies lunged at him. Seamus grabbed one, and using all his might lifted it above his head. The zombie flew threw the air at its partner knocking it to the ground. More Zombies drove Seamus backwards down a alley....... Richard instrictively stepped onto the ledge to jump down to help Seamus, but a Marine grabbed him:
"The helocopter..." Bellowed the Marine
"I cant leave him!" Screamed Richard
The Marine

OOC:
You have the choice McKagan. Fly off (which means restraining Richard and forcing him unto the helicopter) and hope Seamus makes it (unnarmed) or risk the whole team rescuing Seamus.

OOC: crap people let me finish my typing...Seamus.

Leon looked around.

Then he had it! There was a section of rope stowed in the corner.

"HERE!" throwing down the rope to seamus, he tied it to the helicopter. Seamus grabbed hold as the helo tried to lift back up slowly.

The kno was starting to slip. Then, Bob grabbed hold, then Mack, the Richards, then the medic. Slowly but surely, Seamus was pulled aboard, the helo lifted off, and they slammed the doors of the blackhawk shut.

OOC: i guess that will do...

Joseph pulled into the driveway of his home, and walked out of the car carrying his M4A1 and finished off a water bottle. It was strange to be back here..everything was quiet. He was stricken by memorys of his childhood, and for some reason thought of his brother's friend TJ. He then opened the garrage and noticed the Durango was gone, but continued inside the house anyways. Once inside, he noticed blood, and he instantly started yelling for anyone. He went to his parents' room and found to bodies on the ground...his parents...dead..he felt all of the sudden horrible and blamed him self for not being home...the last thing he said to his parents before marching off to the USMC was just a blatant angry " Goodbye " and nothing else. For what caused that, he had an arguement just before. He felt like crying but it was as if the valves were shut closed, he knelt down and puked. He walked twards the bodies, and whispered " I love you Mom and Dad.. " and he walked out. He looked in the cabinets for something to eat and could only find some raisinbran, and was lucky to get enough milk out of the carton in the fridge. He quickly ate his bowl of cereal, and just got up without getting the dish and walked outside, with all the belongings he had carried inside with him. He was feeling horrible as he was gathering tools from his dad's " collection " of them. He found a bag of essential tools, and got two small gas tanks and used them to fill up the gas he burned up as he sped down back to his house. He then got in his car with the tools and left the house, and for some reason decided to go to TJ's.

TJ was only a minute drive away, and was astonished to see all the bodies near TJ's house. He hadn't seen the carnage near his house, and wondered why so. To his great relief he saw the Durango and got out of the Taurus with his M4A1. He walked to the stairs, and was greeted by a yell " stop ".

TJ - " Who's there? Joey...is that....is that you?! "

Joseph - (after a long pause) " Yea..its me..Joseph...I assume this is TJ right? " he said semi sarcastically.

TJ had walked to the front door and unlocked it and let Joseph in, and locked it again. Joseph had been driving for a few hours straight and hadn't slept for about two days, and when Jim and TJ noticed that they told him he could sleep wherever he wanted too. Joseph handed Jim the M4A1, with his Beretta still holstered, and found his siblings sound asleep. He finally sat down then layed on his back, with all of his Military gear on, and went to sleep.

OOC: Froz, did your dude get bit?

nah

IC:

The helo stopped above the ship and the ground crew, consisting of some civilian who had been on deck and a soldier, began to undo the people on the rope from the makeshift restraint they had that probably kept them from falling off.

After a few moments the blackhawk sits down on the far to rear end of the ship and the people are escorting out and lined up on the flight deck in front of several soldiers/security folks armed with P90's.

They stepped out.

Jerry spoke.

"Damn...what the hell is this.."

OOC:

Forget about this RP. It was going to be a good one, but now everyone has 5-6 guns per person, huge amounts of ammo, and an APC or helo. I'm out.

Bob walked towards the security personnel.

"Hold your fucking fire! They're cool! They saved us... or drew the attention that about got us killed... but they're cool!"

The 4 security people put their guns down and motioned the people to follow them into the hangar and then on into a large room behind it, used for semi-storage and what would be planning and pre-mission warmup for a marine compliment of a normal ship. But sense the entier ship was basically open it was now basically a room with some crates of random items that were still being sorted out.

On the corridor outside the room a sign with the letters "USS Stryker" hang from the ceiling/wall, and steps that went up to the command area and down into the ship were located in a box like room behind that position.

"Ok. What's our situation? Who here is injured or infected?!"

“I went out walking
Through streets paved with gold...”

The music played lightly in his ears, emerging finally from a makeshift bunker of a few crashed cars, some sheets of particle board, a couple mattresses and a tarp in the middle of an airport parking lot. The only things inside, himself, a couple of corpses; not the ‘turned’ ones, the unnatural ones, but ones of real humans, also trying to survive; and plenty of shell casings, the breeze lightly blowing them in small circles, clinking against each other in a moment of chaotic probability,

“I went out walking
Under an atomic sky
Where the ground won't turn
And the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye”

It was odd, this busy of a city, despite what time of day it was, would still be a bustle, cars driving, music playing, bar hoppers going down the street. But instead, there was nothing. No one. No sound, no lights, no movement, not a thing in sight. The phrase ‘eerie calm’ would be like reporting the stock market completely tanking as ‘investors lose pocket change’, it’s the definitive understatement.

The day had been hellish. Luckily he was equipped for some close-quarters fighting, having been in town to rub out an upstart cigar smuggling ring. Just a kick in the door, bang bang, up the stairs, boom slice, money wired to your overseas bank account. End of story.

Yet, he had walked out of the Avis, grudgingly accepting an F-250 crewcab; it was a nice truck, he had to admit, he just wasn’t a truck kind of guy; and noticed that there were auto accidents, bleeding corpses and, the damnedest thing, not all the corpses were remaining as so, dragging themselves back up and seeking to increase their numbers. It was like one of those movies he’d seen previews for but lose interest halfway through, a zombie flick. He ran back into the Avis, alerting the clerks, the lot of them deciding to dive in the middle of three crashed cars that formed a triangle, the building having too many pane glass windows.

Throughout the day, they made runs out from their scrap metal haven to procure more additions, looting stores and sheds, anything that was near. Out of the 4 of them, Arthas was the only one who’d made it. It had been an hour since he’d seen his last ‘zombie’, as he was pretty sure they were now and even though he assumed this was still spreading in other parts of the city, he decided to set out into the east coast sunset, seeing if maybe there were other survivors.

“Yeah I went with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I-” “Drop the shotgun, put your hands on your head, and state your business.”

He did just as the voice had called out, looking over, and up slightly, to see it’s source. He unslung the shotgun from his back, a Benelli M3T, sliding it softly forward across the ground with the end of his boot. He didn’t feel entirely vulnerable yet, two 92FSes sitting in holsters on suspenders under his coat like an old detective or mobster, the guns he had named, but often changed those names to fit his mood. “Zhukov” and “Chuikov” at the moment. Or the Spectre M4 on a shoulder strap under the coat too, a nice SMG to have tucked away. Not to mention the sword that hung at his hip, the weapon he valued over any of his others, having finished many jobs with it in his hand.

He smiled a bit, his pale, thin hands going to the back of his head, sinking into straight, neck-length, black hair, grey eyes looking onwards. “A late afternoon stroll, I’ve been crouched down all day, trying to get the circulation back in my legs.” He said in a rather cold, sarcastic tone, awaiting a response, or maybe a shot to the head. Either way.

OOC:
The idea for me was to start with alot then end up running out.
as of yet ive lost two rifles, a SMG and a pistol, plus used most of my ammo. oh and my jeep. But hey whatever.

everyone has 5-6 guns per person

Not me. I had one gun per person in the only engagement i've had so far. Small ones at that.

huge amounts of ammo

I had 2 clips per each person who had glocks and 15 shotgun shells. Hardly "alot of ammo" for an egagement that lasted about 5 hours. At that, we ran out of ammo.

and an APC or helo.

The Helo is a plot device. I've used it one time to make this RPG start moving because no one had linked up. Two people have APC's, and mine hasn't been used and won't much simply because of fuel. The RP hasn't been blown out of porportion yet. But we, for the most part, are still going, more people are still joining. So if you drop out the RP can still survive.

OOC:
The idea for me was to start with alot then end up running out.
as of yet ive lost two rifles, a SMG and a pistol, plus used most of my ammo. oh and my jeep. But hey whatever.

Yeah,

What some people don't understand is that if this RP is going to last more than 2 weeks we've GOT to start with a decent amount of ammo, and at that, i've got half of what I should have, so i'm not really taking any complaints seriously.

"My arms cut, Tim's unconcious and Seamus is fine. No infections." Replied Richard. "Oh wait. Im Captain Richard Sharpe of the SAS and this unconcious man is Sergeant Timothy Sunderland. well formerly SAS. This is civilian Seamus. We talked on the radio i think?" The man who Richard was talking to glanced at his wound.
"My arm can wait. So what is this boat? Where are we going and why? Is this boat recieving orders from anyone? Do we know how far the infection has spread. I hope it hasn't reached home." Richard had a lot of questions. Knowing this may take awhile, he setttled comfortably onto a crate.

"SAS eh? We can use you around here on some security ops. We're going to need to refuel that helo, and this ship needs fuel every once in a while too. Port assault will be a big thing, I heard you guys were good at that? Right now we don't know where we're going. All indications make this look like a global pandemic, possibly spacebourne or something. The Air Force had some ugly reports of things happening on planes before it broke out in NYC and then in every other major city. Our doc set up on the next deck down. If you want to get anything done just wander down there and she'll find you."

"Stay where you are, and don't make any motion towards your shotgun, or anything else you may have hidden away," Kiley said, not lowering the G36. She then yelled down to Val, "Hey Val, person check, he's at the front."

Val stood up and walked towards the barricaded door, Haushinka following her. She broke down the meager barricade while DWAR cleaned his rifle. After she finished with the barricade and opened the door her M60 was raised, she slowly moved foreward, Haushinka was now at her side. The belt on the M60 hung down around a tin can fixed around the feed hole.
"Slowly open your jacket and bring your hands back to your head."

She had never wiped the blood from her assassination job off of her face, so the area where she was reeked of day old blood.

Joey got up.

"Ken?"

"Yeah"

"Teach the grunts how to clean and assemble thier shit"

"Yes...sir"

"Good"

"After thats done, you guys get some sleep."

"Will do..."

Joey walked away from the group, and walked over to Bob.

"Hey, thanks for the rescue back there"

Bob responded to Joey.

"Just never let me leave this ship against with a P90. 9mm Glocks can't do shit to these fuckers unless it's a headshot. At least something else should slow them down a bit."

"Do you have any M-4s on board, or any ammo for one, cause they are excellent weapons?"

He shrugged his shoulders a bit, sliding his coat off, the only visible things hanging directly on it was on the inside, a few bottles of wine, a small wince as the coat fell, hoping the bottles didn't crack. Luckily, they didn't. Otherwise, he was there in the dark blue vest over a white buttonup, the suspenders holding the two full holsters, the Spectre, like the sword at his hip, lazily hanging at his side as his hands returned to his head.

He held eye contact with her the whole time, his nose lightly twitching, smelling the blood. The expression on his face stayed, not minding the smell at all, finding it quite inoffensive.

"We're SAS-" started Richard
"The Best of the best." Said Tim, finally concious.
Richard Grinned: "You've been out awhile mate."
"Yeh well it looks like you didnt need me." He replied, looking pale and sick.
"Hell i woulda got no where without Seamus"
"So where are we?"
"USS Stryker. The yanks saved us on this boat thing. Hey man you look ill. You should see the doctor in the deck below."
"You took a cut mate. In the crash?"
"Yeh. Nothing serious. Seamus help me get this man up."
"I can lift him down by myself!" Replied the paddy.
"I need to see the doctor too" Said Richard
"Aye. I guess you do." Together the two men supported tim below deck as they were leaving the Marines heard a shout:
"YOU LOST MY SMG!?"
.......

"Don't worry about guns. We've got more than we can possibly use now. What kind of gun did you lose? I'll get Bob on it now." Miller chimed in.

Joey is now Jack, for no reason at all...

"Who the hell was that!?" Jack exclaimed, and motioned the 3 SAS members to follow him, as they ran in the direction of the yell.

"Do you have any M-4s on board, or any ammo for one, cause they are excellent weapons?"

"We're American. We've got plenty of M4's and ammo, and Bob here could probably get us 1500 more rounds of of a chuck of metal and some plastic."

Miller liked pretending to be an armory cheif.

OOC: I guess this is the medical deck...
IC: Tim glanced at Miller
"Ill take anything, as long as its a half decent SMG. What you got mate?"

OOC: erm that was Tim shouting at Seamus for losing his gun.....

Hours had passed, with the sun barely rising, Joseph finally awoken. There had been no gun shots during the night, meaning that it may be a bit safer then everyone though. Joseph went over to TJ, who was standing in the living room staring out a window with the eyes of the fanatic, and they began to talk.

TJ - " So...enjoy your little nap? " He said, holding the shotgun with a few shells on a coffee table near-by.

Joseph - ( Yawns and stretches his arms. ) " Well...a little nap I did have..but I didn't enjoy it all too well. Here, give me your gun, I'll presume guarding for ya. "

TJ - " Nah man...you should know me by now...I barely sleep. "

Joseph - ( Hearty laugh ) " Yea..yea..I guess your right. Anyways, where is your dad? "

TJ - " He's.. "

Jim - " Ah your awake Joe. "

TJ and Joseph paused a bit, and TJ just continued staring out the window.

Jim - " This is quite the gun you've got Joe, I guess you'd like it back now huh? "

Joseph - ( A small chuckle ) " Heh, glad you like it. Hey... ( Joseph reached for his beretta ) ...do you have any clips or 9mm bullets? I've only got about half a clip loaded and a fully magazine on me. And I only have a few bullets for my M4A1...not a full clip. "

Jim - " Heh..what made you waste all of your ammo? Got into a mess on your way here? "

Joseph " Yea..you could say that. But if you have any spare ammunition, that'd be lovely. "

Jim - " Yea..actually, before all of this happened, I bought a box. I just had some eerie feeling that I'd be needing it....but where ever did I put the damn box...( Jim handed Joseph the M4A1 and reached for a cigerette )...Joey, you have a light? "

Joseph - " Nah..don't smoke. "

TJ tossed a lighter to his dad and said " The box is downstairs next to the TV. "

Jim - " Thanks son..... "

Joseph - " Well I'm gonna head downstairs and get me some ammo then. "

Joseph went downstairs as he heard TJ and his dad chuckle about something. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he was flooded with more memorys and had to shake his head a bit. He walked twards the TV and saw a box of 9mm ammo, and he then bent down to get it and walked over to the couch and opened it. It was completely full to Joseph's suprise, and he took out the clip in his beretta and began filling the empty slots. He then grabbed a handfull and put it in a pocket and closed the box. He would have quite enough to survive. He started his way up the stairs again and heard TJ whisper for Joseph.

TJ - (Whispering) " Joey...look here...some of the bodys are getting up. "

Joseph - (Whispering) " Well...bet'ya I'll pick off more. "

TJ - (Whispering) " H'yea right... "

Jim - (Whispering) " Both of you hush up, this is no contest. Now, just wait untill you can pull off some shots. Joe, give TJ your pistol real quick, I'm sure your better trained with the rifle then he is. "

Joseph handed TJ the Beretta as TJ set down the shotgun, and then he put the stock of his M4A1 up to his shoulder and stared down the aimpoint of his scope. He was aiming right between the eyes, and when he was sure it was nothing close to human, he fired and the shot rang throughout the house, and his shout was greeted by both Jim and TJ shooting at the mass of bodies. Blood splurges misted into the air, and Joseph put it on Auto and started bursting out three shots to make sure if they were all dead. Before he knew it, his gun was responding to Joseph with a " click click click " but it didn't matter, the " zombies " were dead-dead. He reloaded that M4A1 and, despite the fact the clip he just used is now empty, put it back in a pocket. TJ handed Joseph back the Beretta as he slung the M4A1 on his back, and everything went back to normal.

Jim - " So Joe...how long do you plan on staying? "

Joseph - " I wasn't exactly planning on spending the night...just came here to get my siblings and head out. How about you? "

TJ - " We decided last night that we'd stay here. We have enough supplies to last us for a few days, and after those few days, we'll head across the street and jack a car and we'll be headed out of here too. "

Joseph - " Well...seems like were all planned out. Heh....feels like the old days...kind of strange that I'm just going to head out casually. "

TJ and Jim nodded, and Joseph shook hands with them, then headed to the room where his siblings were. Jacob and Jessica were still asleep, which came to no suprise since they could sleep with a train rolling over them. Joseph shook them awake, and the second they opened there eyes, they almost screamed out his name.

After the reunion, they headed out the door with Joseph looking around as if going into battle. They were going to take the durango, and leave the taurus there as a " gift " to TJ and Jim. It was full on gasoline, and there wasn't much stuff to move into the durango. After they got everything into the durango, Joseph waved to the house and got inside the driver's seat. Jessica in the furthest thrid row of seats and jacob in the middle row. Joseph had his M4A1 on safetey and sitting on the floor and leaning on the passenger seat. He was pleased to see there was enough Gasoline to get out of town. Thats when it struck Joseph...he remembered about the guys back at base talking about a full retreat to the sea, and to starve out the zombies for a few years before returning. And he knew where exactly this retreat would go too...but Joseph wondered if he would be too late.

OOC:

Current Stats:
Joseph:
Health - Excellent
Weapon One - M4A1 Carbine ( One Clip left )
Weapon Two - Beretta 9MM ( two clips and enough stray bullets for another two or so clips. )

Jacob:
Health - Excellent
Weapon One - Pocket Knife
Weapon Two - EMPTY

Jessica:
Health - Excellent
Weapon One - EMPTY
Weapon Two - EMPTY

Val reached and grabbed the pistols and smg, and tossed them to the side. She strafed around him, so he was inbetween her and the building. "Undo the sword and-" the sound of a G36 cut off her sentence. Without even bothering to see what was going on she yelled, "Get the fuck inside, we'll deal later." After yelling that she turned around to several zombies ambling towards her. She opened fire, laying waste to them, turned around, and ran inside, Haushinka several steps ahead of her.

OOC: I guess this is the medical deck...
IC: Tim glanced at Miller
"Ill take anything, as long as its a half decent SMG. What you got mate?"

"P90's, LOT'S of P90's. Alot of ammo too. Technically they're a Personnal Defense Weapon, but it's a damn good gun for any use. Nice stopping power, high rate of fire, easy to reload. Great of poping zombie fuckers in the head. Follow me down to the armory."

Miller walked off.

Arthas nodded, not undoing his sword and making a run straight for the door to the building, knowing he would just be a nuisance to stay and fight with a sword. Once he made it through the door, he leaned out, watching for the woman and her interesting choice for a companion to make it in, taking note of the barricade materials in the room, ready to help seal the entrance when it was time.

Tim staggered after him, with Seamus supporting him:
"P90 sounds good"

Joseph drove the durango down a street, and was under mental attack at the site of his dead parents. He noticed Jessica staring down into her lap and Jacob staring out of the front windshield. Joseph was half tempted to put a CD in but they all belonged to his mother, and she had always song them and the three Liberator children would sing along sometimes too whenever they were on a trip. It would just bring back to many memorys..and would undoubtedly cause pain. Joseph, again, was strucken with the job to hold back his tears to keep his younger siblings calm. They continued down the road when Joseph noticed a state trooper car covered in blood on the hood with a body infront of the car. He also noticed a shotgun in the car. As he was pulling nearer to it, he slowed down and said aloud for everyone to sit still and to keep the doors closed. Joseph walked out, pulling out his beretta and headed twards the statetrooper car. The body infront of the car had a Glock holstered, but Joseph just didn't want to risk it. He went to the passenger side and opened it and reached inside to pull out the shotgun. When he got out, his brother rolled down the window and tried to say calmly that the body moved under the car. Joseph backed away and suddenly felt a tug at his legging, and he tugged back dragging the reanimated corps out from underneath the car. Joseph was able to shake lose and he ran back a bit, and aimed the shotgun twards the now rising corps, and blew its head straight off.

Joseph - (mumbling) " Guess I might as well get the glo...(He was interupted by multiple moans)...or get in the car. "

He walked twards the durango and got inside, his heart unpounding. His sister had screamed thinking her brother was going to get bitten. There was a slight bloody handprint on his legging, but he didn't care. He set the shotgun to safety mode, and handed it back to his younger brother and said " Only shoot it if were in deep deep trouble, there is only one shell left in it, I already shot the left barrel. " Jacob nodded, and Joseph began driving, and saw corpses rising in his rearview mirror.

Tim staggered after him, with Seamus supporting him:
"P90 sounds good"

Miller handed out a P90 with 10 magazines in a small box.

"Now, that's one thing solved. Question is, where do you plan to go? Or do you want to stay with us?"

OOC: I'm on my way to the port.

"I guess staying sounds good. But we need to organise a plan between us. Richard said something about a permanent community. His idea was to round up as many survivors as possible, and clear out a area of zombies that is both defendable and allows us to be self sufficient. Only really a long term idea though, but humanity's gonna have to be rebuild right?"
The 3 men re-entered the medical deck.
Richard grinned: "good ol' P90 huh? accurate at 200m. This one fitted with an integrated optical sight?"

Valerie stepped in the building and shut the door behind her. Kiley started firing, until Val yelled at her to conserve her ammo. She turned to work on the barricade, until she realized that this new found ally had already half finished it. She continued further into the building after it was completed. "So, whats your name?" she asked.

"It has an optical sight but I have a feeling you'll want to play around and get it set up though. It's basically just there, not been calibrated yet."

Miller considered the plan.

"I don't know how we're going to set up a long term community. We had a fucking naval base for a while. They busted the walls down and nearly got us all before we escaped onto this boat."

Miller kept walking, wondering where they were suppose to be.

"The Captain has been informed you're here. She said you could make camp on the deck below this, right off those stairs there. Alternativly you can come to our command center above the hangar to learn about what we plan on doing in the near future."

"You explained part of our plan Tim?" asked Richard
"Yeh"
"Well we reckon the country should have a lower concentration of zombies. We might even find communities that already exist. If we got 300 survivors, they dont even need to be well trained, and armed them with SMG's we could easily defend somewhere. Lets discuss this later on the command deck, for now we will camp in the deck below. Tired, and Tim is still sick."
OOC: im off to bed now, more rp later

OOC:

Help please...are you out at sea already or docked in another port?

P90 BTW http://www.army-technology.com/contractor_images/fnherstal/P90TACs.jpg
I think we are at Sea....

OOC: We're out to sea. I'd rather not take on anyone else now. Maybe in the near future we can make contact and try to link up via a ground operation?

P90 BTW http://www.army-technology.com/contractor_images/fnherstal/P90TACs.jpg
I think we are at Sea....

That's a modified one.

Most of them are loaded via the top, and don't have the handle or silence. But it doesn't matter, whatever you like.

P90 BTW
I think we are at Sea....
What is up with that grip? It has no use, just wondering.

EDITAn unmodded p90 (http://world.guns.ru/smg/smg13-e.htm)

the place where you pu tthe handle is the ejection port for the bullets. So unless that handle is hollow, it will make your gun not work. Also with the design of the p90, if that grip was put there, it would only hamper the weapon. This is why I asked

"You explained part of our plan Tim?" asked Richard
"Yeh"
"Well we reckon the country should have a lower concentration of zombies. We might even find communities that already exist. If we got 300 survivors, they dont even need to be well trained, and armed them with SMG's we could easily defend somewhere. Lets discuss this later on the command deck, for now we will camp in the deck below. Tired, and Tim is still sick."
OOC: im off to bed now, more rp later

"There's a running theory that after a few months these things won't be as strong as they are now. Right now the people they attack are being eaten, not turned into zombies. So for the most part their numbers will stay the same, but the food source will not. If we just keep the food coming in we can stay here for a while. We've got alot now. The ship is designed for a large crew to stay out at sea for 6 month, and this is a small crew. But I don't want to eat MRE's and sailor food for 6 months."

What is up with that grip? It has no use, just wondering.

EDITAn unmodded p90 (http://world.guns.ru/smg/smg13-e.htm)

the place where you pu tthe handle is the ejection port for the bullets. So unless that handle is hollow, it will make your gun not work. Also with the design of the p90, if that grip was put there, it would only hamper the weapon. This is why I asked

I've never saw a P90 with a silencer either. In any case, most of the pics on the net are of the ones the Belgians experimented with. A company could have picked up on it and modded it a bit.

I've never saw a P90 with a silencer either. In any case, most of the pics on the net are of the ones the Belgians experimented with. A company could have picked up on it and modded it a bit.
The silencer is actually an option you can get, you jsut have to use a different type of bullets, two types come standard, the ones for the silenced version, and armor piercing rounds. If the armor piercing rounds are used with a silencer, it makes the whole purpose of it pointless, cause the AP rounds travel at supersonic speed, while the subs travel below the speed of sound.

OOC http://cs.gamer.hr/vodici/slike/p90.jpg

And btw, all P90s come with the ability to have a Silencer, it is a default, not a modification.

--

Joseph didn't know where to go if the ship already set sail. He could find a small gas station and lock it down after clearing it out, the food and drinks there would last for months in acception to the expiration dates. And there was always much much more in the back of storage rooms. Joseph's radio gave out fuzz ever so often, and he would always try to signal back. He found it funny that he wanted to stop at red lights, as if it were a normal day. Everything was calm for the most part, perhaps it would only take a few months for the " zombies " to finally die out. Perhaps it would be a good thing if the ship would stay out at sea, perhaps Joseph could drive out to the country side as a " trip " to see if there were any small communities.

So Joseph just continued driving.

OOC: You can take my sqaud and do what you will. I'm making a new char that will interact with the other participants.

He made sure the barricade was secure before following after the woman. "My name is Arthas, ma'am." He said politely, only answering her question and not having any other bullshit formalities or witicisms. "Do you mind if I ask you want your name is?" He asked "Or is that classified, as mine just was five seconds ago."

Hey. Im sorrry, I know this is a little late--or a lot late, take your pick--but can I join? I've just got one character so I can make it look liek part of the plot.

Sure.

"My name is Valerie, this cats name is Haushinka. Ennis Duer is cleaning his rifle, you can just call him DWAR, and Kiley Nessa is on lookout with the second cat we have floating around here, his name is Darby, that and he's black as all let loose." She stopped there and said no more.

Thanks.
My character's name is Steve Trapton.
Height: 5 feet, 10 inches.
Hair: thick and black
Eyes: Blue
Age:20
weight: 170 lbs.
profession: Corporal in the National Guard
sex: male.
Nationality-American
Appearance: Thin but relatively broad-shouldered. Has a scar running from the center of his forehead to the bridge of his nose. Currently dressed Army fatigues. his helmet had fallen off.
Weapon: M-4 with 300 rounds, and a small Ruger .45 with 150 rounds.

OOC this is my first RP, bare with me people
So far, Steve's company has been demolished and he thinks hes the only one left alive. Right now he's boarded up in a gas station (hint hint pyschotica), clutching his weapon to his chest like a life preserver.

IC: The constant moans of the undead had almost driven him to the point of insanity. Steve screamed wordlessly at the crowd of zombies punding at the door, but continued firing through a handy window. He had always been the best marksman in his company; he hit almost every zombie with a head shot. But they kept coming.
As he was engaged in the tense battle, Steve failed to notice the hum of tires on the road outside.
He also failed to notice that the pumps near the station had not been shut down. When the first of the attacking zombies had shambled through, it had knocked many of the hoses to the ground. They were leaking ontlold amounts of fuel on the pavement.

Joseph was driving down the road when he saw a collective of probably about 40 or so zombies all trying to get into a gas station. Joseph came to a hault when he heard gun shots comming from inside.

Joseph - " Jacob, guard the car and Jessica. If I am not back in 10 minutes, or your being attacked, leave me here. I'll catch up with you later. "

Jacob and Jessica - " But Joe... "

Joseph - " No..I have to do this. Wish me luck. "

And the two younger siblings did as he said. Jacob, with his shotgun and lone shell, would need to preserve his ammo for a clean shot just incase. Joseph got out of the Durango, and put his rifle up to his shoulder and fired as he walked forward. He was nailing zombies in the back of there heads, and felt a wave of intesity rise around him. He shouted out as he was strapping his M4A1 to his back and pulling out his Beretta " Is there anyone in there, if so, shoot the one on the far left! "

Arthas paused, looking out the window. "Umm... my coat, my wine, my rations, my keys and my guns are all sitting there in a pile outside." He half stated, half noticed, glancing out the window. Perhaps he was asking to go get them, or maybe he just wanted to know why they are all out there.

"You can go out there if you really want to, although if you managed to make it far, with all those whatever the hell they are, I garuntee you wouldn't make it back here, beit the zombies, or our own guns. I suggest you wait until the flood backs off. For the time being stay here," Val stood up and stuck her head in DWAR's room, and said, "We should have a meeting, including this Arthas guy. Lets meet in the entry way in about 5 minutes, give you time to finish with your rifle."

"Sounds good," came the voice in a distant tone, "I'll be there as soon as I'm done."

Val walked on and yelled at Kiley to come to the meeting. She walked back to where she had left Arthas.

As Kiley entered the room, she reached down and scratched Darby's head. Her figure was slim, but very muscular. Her eyepatch gave a very eerie air to the room, which was only magnified tenfold by the deep scars she had running down her face, arms, and presumably the rest of her body. She sat down on a chair, her G36 set on the floor beside her.

Shortly after Kiley, DWAR entered the room. He sat down on a nearby chair, saying nothing. He was wearing a white tshirt tucked into MARPAT pants, he was wearing a Boony hat with a brown feather sticking out the left side. He was slender and slightly muscular. The rifle had been left in the other room.

Once he had built the makeshift ladder leading back to the roof,
SSG. G watched the security monitors for a few more moments.
There was no sign of any activity.

He loaded a 30 round magazine into the A2 and opened the door to the
stairs that led to the main floor.

He ran to the bay and peeked through the doors. No sign of any zombies.
He manually raised one of the bay doors to keep down the noise.

SSG. G climbed back onto the 577 and unlocked the drivers hatch.
The 577 started right up. He drove the APC into the bay and without
shutting it down, jumped out to lower the bay door. The noise from the
APC had attracted company. 5 zombies began to make thier way towards
the bay door. They went down in less than two minutes.

Once the door was lowered the 577's engine was shut down. SSG. G
began the task of securing the bay area. This would be very time consuming
and there was still the main store to deal with.

For now the main store would have to wait for some planning.
He cleaned the .50 cal, reorganized the 577 and sent out a radio
burst transmission every 10 minutes........Any station this net this is
Alpaha 12 over.......

OOC: McKagan you gonna have to plan a mission and objective for us. Eventually i think this boat should be destroyed to be honest. It makes the whole thing so secure. We should be travelling from bulding to building on the ground, holing up at night and driving off attacks....[

OOC: The boat is going to be around for a little while. Then i'm going to have us landing at a port for some reason and it gets overran and heads out to sea. Basically i'll leave out everyone but Bob, Miller, and Mullins are missing. Not neccesarilly dead, just not in use anymore.

Joseph was now down to a beretta shooting at random zombies in the head. Finally, between clip and clip, some zombies began to turn around and head twards Joseph.

Joseph - " I know someone is in there, if you can hear me, please, shoot the one on the far left. "

Joseph began firing on the zombies that turned twards him, he was going to regret using up his ammo this way, but there was someone who needed saving.

Arthas sat atop a crate, feet brought together lightly along the crate on the floor, leaned forward as if in a perch, one foot lightly tapping against the ground as he finally yanked the headphones out of his ears. Etymotic.

First the young girl entered, and Arthas made a note to not mess with her. She didn't really unnerve him, but he was a bit unsettled for a moment. Just the fact that she was obviously young, but had been through more, probably, than he had.

The other guy kinda reminded Arthas of himself, sans the hat. He had a calm about him that Arthas liked, it was obvious why he was a sniper.

No one was talking yet, so he decided to speak up "My name is Arthas, it's a pleasure. I hope my presence won't be a nuisance."

OOC: Sorry, i didn't get home until just now.

IC: In the midst of reloading, Steve heard a cry from outside: "Shoot the one on the left!"
Looking past the hordes of zombies, he saw a man firing quickly with a beretta, and couldn't help grinning. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, someone had arrived.
Shoot the one on the left? Did the man mean the left window, or the zombie on the far left? Steve shrugged and aimed at both of them and pulled the trigger of his M4.
Click. He swore viciously as he realzed the weapon was jammed. it would take time to fix, and that was somethign he didn't have.
From outside, there was another frantic yell. "If you can hear me, please shoot the one on the far left!"
Steve tossed the M4 aside and pulled out his .45. He took careful aim at the far left zombie through the leftmost window and fired. The glass shattered and so did the zombie's head.

"Right," Val said, "okay, now on to business. We need to get the fuck out of here, and attempt to find something that hasn't been overrun by these zombie motherfuckers. We could try to go back to the motherland, but I have a feeling that, even though it on the other side of the world, that it might not be in much better shape. I know at least several people haven't died in this flood. I'm sure most of the scientists that run our programs have holed themselves in their labs. We might be able to meet up with Ciar Dubheasa, although if she was anywhere other than the arctic, I would be surprised. Regardless of what happens we need to meet up with people, they will be our best bet for survival." Val finished her long speal and started tipping back in the chair and looked around, noting peoples facial expressions.

"We should first escape from this building, it's not going to last much longer against these things. We should depart as soon as we possibly can. I can be ready in five minutes, and if I know the rest of you, you should be able to be ready by then too, with the possible acception of our buddy here, Arthas, although I don't think he has much to get ready," DWAR said as he stood up. He walked into the room where he had left his rifle, picked up several clips for it, and stuffed them in the cargo pockest of his pants, put on his jacket, grabbed his rifle and walked back to the room where they were previously.

Kiley said nothing the entire time, but stood up and walked off when DWAR did. She walked upstairs and grabbed her 12 throwing knives out of the wall, that if connected right spelt the word "DIE." She stuck them in small green backpack, which was then thrown on what had been used as bed these past couple ways. She picked her coat up off of the floor, and put it on. She then stuffed her pistol in it's tactical holster and put it on. Finally she grabbed her backpack, which had several extra clips for her G36 and pistols, some food for her and Darby, ane water. She went tdown to the room they were in before and picked her G36 up and slung in around her shoulder, ready at a moments notice to shoot the shit out of whatever came into view.

Val walked into the room where her stuff was, she grabbed her urban MARPAT camo blaous, and put it one. She then grabbed the tactical vest she had. She attached one of her KA-BAR's to the right shoulder, and the other on the back of the belt, sideways. Her BDM was in a tactical holster on her right thigh. She stuffed the clips for her BDM, and FNP90's in the pockets of her vest. She wrapped her P90's, on their slings, around her shoulder and clipped them on specially designed catches on the back of her vest, so they wouldn't jangle around. The belts of ammo for her M60 were wrapped around her waist, it was a total of 600 bullets for the machine gun. Finally she stuffed some food for Haush in the cargo pockets on her pants. She finally stepped back into the room where everyone was waiting.

"Lets open them doors, and get the fuck outta here," Val said while chambering a bullet into her M60.

Might i be able to join

Might i be able to join
I couldn't imagine a problem with it, but I'm not one to, how to put this, make that decision. Make a character profile and an intro post while your waiting for them to get back and decide, the worst they could say is no.

Name: Skylar
Age :17
Hair: Brown Medium length
Eyes: Brown
Weight: 150 lbs.
Profession: Mercenary
Sex: Male
Nationality: American
Apperance: Medum Build, tatoo on right shoulder
with letters "H2K" in Black. Currentley wearing
urban camo Fatigues.
Specialties: Explosives, marksmanship, Computers, Tactics
Weapon: Desert Eagle Mark IIV .50 Cal Magnum With scope and scilencer,.. 200 rds.
Extendable handle Naginata, Many Thermite bombs, Napalm Grenades,C4 made from bleach adn Solodix.
in my WSP.
Other: A laptop Computer with Sattelite linkip, also in WSP


OOC: my first Rp so go easy. Viola my post

IC:I have been holed up in my house for a month making explosives adn gettin ready to escape. Today i finally finished making and packing the last of the equipment. And today was the first time in a while i heard some evidence of other survivors... I heard gunshots in the distance adn decided now was the time. The dozens of zombies around the house had finally dissapated to only around 30. I quietly went downstairs to the garage to the dirtbike i had prepared for teh escape. Now was the moment of truth. Lifted the battered garage door adn was imediatley confronted with a zombie. I dispatched of it and started the bike. Then off i went in the direction i herd the gunshots from.

OOC--incidentally, have any of you read Max Brooks' Zombie survival guide?

Joseph was happy to see he got the man's attention, and immediatly Joseph began to spring around to the back side of the gas station. There were no zombies there, and Joseph began to beat on the back door repeatedly screaming inside " OPEN UP, ITS THE SAME PERSON, WE HAVE NO TIME!! " As he was screaming this, he heard moans comming from around the corner, Joseph took out the now hot clip and jammed bullets into it, despite the fact it burnt his hands a bit. He put the clip back in and raised the beretta, ready to fire some more.

OOC: BTW, my Character is a Marine, ran from base to save his siblings.

OOC--incidentally, have any of you read Max Brooks' Zombie survival guide?
OOC: me?

OOC--incidentally, have any of you read Max Brooks' Zombie survival guide?

OOC:O i do in fact you stole mine for a week. adn how come this forum dosent have dodgys??

Suddenly the man dissapeared from Steve's sight. Seconds later, as Steve was reloading his .45, he heard the screaming and pounding on the back door. Steve had bolted it to prevent an earlier but small onslaught, and now he ran to it and began to frantically undo the locks.
Gunshots roared from outside, accoompanied by more screams and moans. "oh my god, oh my god," steve muttered repeatedly. His sweaty fingers slipped on the bolt, scrabbled, gained purchase, and slid it free.
He stumbled outside just as a berretta roared, just beside his ear. To his left, a zombie went down, joining the three others.
Steve immedietly joined in the fight with blasts from his newly-relaoded Ruger. If they were lucky, he and his anonymous savior just might get out alive.

OOC--yes the question is open to everyone

OOC: THanks to you, I went to something called kuro5hin.org and read something like it lol...

IC:

Joseph and the man rushed back inside and Joseph leaned his body up against the door to keep any zombies outside. And without letting his heart calm down or for himself to catch breath he began speaking.

Joseph - " Get any supplies you can, only supplies you can carry. I have two others in a SUV outside, there my younger siblings. I have about 2 minutes untill they better leave, and any second, those monsters outside might turn twards the vehicle! "

As he ended his sentence, the man blinked a bit confusedly, and rushed back to where an M4A1 lay on the ground, which prompted Joseph to say another thing.

Joseph - " Are you a soldier? I'm Private First Class Liberator of the USMC. Tell you my life story later. "

SSG. G decided it was time to do a little shopping.

He made his way through the automotive department and to the tool
section. He found a pair of bolt cutters and a small sledge hammer.

He then made his way to the sporting goods section to find some carrying
bags. Once the bags were located he went to the register were the guns
were kept. After beating the lock to the case off, he began to stuff
bags with various rifles and shotguns.

He then dragged them back to the bay. He went back to the sporting goods
section to get all the ammo on the shelves. He dragged 12 full bags back to the bay.

He went back to the sporting goods section and began to get various items
Night owl Cyclops Night Vision monoculars, batteries, spot lights.
He created a pile of goods next to the register. He needed a buggy.

A buggy was located in the TV section. The buggy was full of video games
that were dumped on the floor. He began his journey back to the sporting
goods section when he heard a low moan....A zombie in a blue smock with
a name tag that read Chris was approaching him. SSG. G let Chris get within
5ft and then shot him between the eyes with his .45. He wondered how many
more were around. He needed to get back to the bay and secure it.

Grocery shopping would have to wait.

is it ok with t eh res of yall if i join

is it ok with t eh res of yall if i join

OOC:

THere is no rule against it, so join.

Steve reclaimed his rifle as he answered, "Yeah. Corporal Steven Trapton. Was in the National Guard until my entire company got eaten alive. My story can wait until later, too."
He and Joseph began rummaging through the shelves. They grabbed peanuts, slim jims and sobes--anthing with carbs and protein--and stuffed everything in their pockets. Soon Steve's heart rate slowed down a little...until he heard a human scream from outside.
The two men exchanged glances and, as one, sprinted for the door.
They burst out of the back of the gas station. There were no zombies there, for which Steve was grateful. But Joseph was in a frenzy. He bolted around the front to where ther SUV was.
Steve followed in time to see almost twenty zombies converging on the car.
The unprotected, still running car.
Two adolescent faces looked out the window, terror etched on their every feature.

OOC: Go ahead and do whatever you want--I dont want to kill off your siblings. BtW, the zombie book is the reason I joined this forum. Yes, Zytan, I stole it from you.

As my dirtbike sped throught the zombie infested streets i heard the ever growing moan of a large horde i was nearing. As i turned a corner i was confronted by a large roadblock. It looked as thought the police had tried to stop the advancing zombies and were overrun. It appered as thought one of the cars was still running. Then i saw it, the zombies were streaming over the roadblock, attracted by the humming engine of my dirtbike. I quickly thought of a plan. I waited till most of the zombies were on top of the police cruisers. I quickly turned my bike around and got ready to go. Then, i fired one shot into the gas tank of the farthest car and took off. Seconds later a wave of heat began tickling my back as i raced down the street. When i was finally out of the resulting firestorm I heard more shots. And headed off in the direction of them.

Joseph's heart was pounding so hard he swore it was about to jump out of his chest. He raised his beretta and shouted as loud as he could.

Joseph - " JACOB, GET YOU AND YOUR SISTER OUT OF HERE, USE THE SHOTGUN! "

Jacob and Jessica were frozen with fright, and after they heard there brother, Jacob climbed to the front as some of the windows were beginning to crack. He slammed the gas as hard as he could and could hear the rubber burning against the ground as the might Dodge slowly lunged its way forward over the zombies at the front of the SUV. Joseph was shooting by now, nailing zombies off the car, and picked off the zombie on the hood of the car. The white paint of the Durango was smudged with red, and some hand prints were on the sides. Joseph was making a sprint for the car, and was screaming and doing everything he could to grab the Zombies' attention to him. And, in what sempt to be a miracle, it worked. The zombies figured Joseph as an easier target, undoubtedly, and Joseph ran the opposite direction with nearly 20 or so zombies in pursuit. Jacob had driven the SUV next to a gas pump and rolled down the window and told " the stranger " to help there older brother.

For the zombies, it was more of a confusion. Some zombies headed back for the vehicle, some twards Steve, but the majority chased Joseph in pursuit.

The next few seconds were a blur of confusion for Steve. Joseph was shouting, the teen in the driver's seat of the car was shouting, his sister was definitly shouting, and the zombies were closing in with that dull, god-cursed moan. Joseph had coaxed as many of them away from the car as possible, but four of them were still trying to get in.
Steve leveled his pistol at them and fired. Five shots and they all went down, one of them still trying to break through the window.
The boy in the SUV was screaming something at Steve, but he couldn't hear over the girl's frantic shrieks. He turned in the direction the boy was pointing and saw that Joseph (the guy is either a lunatic or a hero, Steve thought) was clubbing zombies with the M4 in his right hand while shooting with the pistol in his left.
Steve started toward him to help, but suddenly his shock of thick black hair was seized by a rotting, maggot-infested hand. Zombie teeth dripped saliava into his eyes; he couldn't see so he struck upward with his pistol, heard something crunch, and fired straight into the thing's face. Cold, half-congealed blood splattered him as the recoil of the powerful .45 twisted through his awkwardly-held wrist and snapped it.
Steve let out a grunt of pain. The gun dropped to the ground where blood was mixing with spilt gasoline, and this was unfortunate because anoher zombie grabbed his broken wrist and hauled him in.
Just as Steve had resigned himself to death, he hear the boom of a shotgun at close range. A pellet or two ripped into his flesh; that was okay, though, because the others hit the zombie holding him. More blood soaked his army fatigues.
The older kid in the car was holding the smoking shotgun and looking blandly at Steve.
"Help Joseph," the National Guardsman yelled at him. "I'm fine!"
The car started rolling again and this time rammed several of the zombies attacking Joseph. Steve heard the driver call out to Joseph, who fended off a final zombie and got in. Then the car turned in a full circle, tires screeching and skidded to a stop beside Steve.
He picked himself up, holding his wrist, reclaimed his pistol, and scrambled in next ot the frantic girl in the backseat.
The car went from zero to a respectable twenty in about two seconds, leaving a group of moaning zombies behind.

OOC: Finally, back to the plot.

Joseph, his heart still pounding, was frantically checking his body. He wasn't bit but he was almost convinced with a few blood soakings on his shoulder. His M4's black paint was mixed with red, and dark red, and his army fatigues were almost un-noticable. He looked at the back seat immediatly, blood settling in on the black leather, and Joseph pointed his beretta immediatly at Steve's head.

Joseph - " Steve, you're bit...God damn it your bit! "

Joseph was confused as he saw blood on Steve's hand which was holding his other wrist.

As my dirtbike sped down the road i finally found the place wer the shots probably came from. A gas station infested by zombies. I saw what looked like relativley fresh tire tracks leaving the parking lot. I decided id raid the general store inside for supplies. When i got in ther wasnt much left. I Picked up a pack of cigarets and a lighters to use as makeshift fuses. Also i picked up a energy bar and a few Sobes form the fridge in the back. As i began to leave i saw a few dozen zombies coming at me. I quickly jumoed on my bike and began to go then i realised it, the ground was covered in gasoline. I quickly removed some of the C4 from my pack adn placed it on a pump broke a cig in half lit it and placed it burning end out in the c4, then peeled out. As i left i followed the tire tracks out of the parking lot and began to head north. Minutes later i heard the massive explosion adn turned around. A mushroom cloud of fire smoke and carnage was erupring from what used to be the gas station. I turned and contined on my journey hoping that whoever made those tire tracks was still alive.

Steve let out a strangled cry when Joseph said, "You're bit," but it turned out the bone from his wrist was tearing through the flesh, blood soaking his other hand.
"Im fine, man," he muttered, staring wide-eyed into Joseph's pistol. "It's just the bone poking through. This hurts man, I need to get this wrapped up or it's gonna turn pretty nasty."
Steve waited until Joseph pulled bak his pistol before he said, "Thank you, by the way. I'd probably be a zombie by now if you hadn't showed up."
Joseph quickly undid the strap from his M4 and wrapped it around Steve's foreame to staunch the blood flow. They passed out Sobes to calm everyone's shaking nerves, and soon, Steve began to feel the lag of exhaustion as his adrenaline wore off. He wiped sweat, dirt, grime, and dripping blood from his face and began to talk, half to himself.
"So what do you want to do?" he asked wearily. "I heard a ship take off from harbor a long time ago, so I know there's people at sea. But we can't get to them. Is there any safe place you know of around here on land?"
He caught the younger girl staring at him. "And these are your siblings? What are your names?"
As they talked, none of them noticed the steady hum of a dirtbike behind them.

As I continued along the road I finally saw the tiny shape of a suv in the distance. After about 10 more minutes a reached the dodge. Its one white paint was now scraped and bloody from the apparent battle it had been through. After a few second behind the vehicle i noticed moving heads, they had finally seen me.

Joseph gave a worried look..

Joseph - " God damn it...thats the exact thing we were trying to get too..the boat..now were fucking stuck here with these monsters...forgive me about that, you had me in a scare. "

Joseph had put his Beretta back in his holster and the M4 between his legs. His sister began to speak out softly, after finishing a small gulp of sobe.

Jessica - " I'm Jessica...and the one driving is Jacob. Your wearing a uniform...are you a part of the armed forces too? "

Jessica had always disliked the fact her brother had gone off to the USMC, she worried he would die..but none of that mattered now, all of them surviving this hell hole was more important.

As they were driving, Joseph looked into the right hand mirror of the car as he was capping the Sobe and noticed a headlight behind them.

Joseph - " Jacob, stop the car. "

Joseph pulled out his Beretta, he had already loaded up another clip and slid it into the Beretta after wrapping the strap on Steve's arm, and headed outside.

Steve looked around as his rather maniacal rescuer stepped out. When he noticed the dirtbike and the figure straddling it, he groaned and reached for his M4 before he realized he had not unjammed it. So he took his rugged .45 in his left hand and managed to lurch onto the road, where Joseph and the newcomer were apparently having a staredown.
The stranger's long but unwashed hair was brown. He was medium build, wearing a black police department t shirt, and on his back he carried a bag. A Desert Eagle 50 Cal. was strapped to his thigh. A K-bar knife was in his boot and he carried a long pole on his back. On the end of the pole was a wide blade.
"Who are you?" Steve asked bluntly. And then he noticed what was in the newcomer's bag.
Homemade explosives. C4. Thermite grenades. What looked like a jar of gunpowder, and for no apparent reason, a laptop computer.
Steve leveled his pistol and asked again, "Who are you?"

As the car stopped I saw a figure slowly exit the car. He looked about 6 feet tall with thick black hair, blue eyes, he was wearing army fautiges. We stood stairing at each other for a few seconds. He asked me my name, I hesitated then he pulled a Ruger 45. out and repeted his question. I replied with, "Skylar... and you".

OOC: Don't forget the 6'1" Black Haired Brown Eyed Marine with a gun pointed at you too 0o

IC:

Joseph began speaking, before Steve could say his name.

Joseph - " Whats with the bag, and how long have you been following us? "

Steve relaxed, but only marginally. Joseph was tapping the trigger of his beretta impatiently, which made him rather wary of the stranger. If Joseph was unnerved, there was a good reason to be.
Steve started to say his real name, then thought better of it. "...Andrew Craig. Is there a reason you have all that in your bag?" Steve thought for a second. "No, never mind, I don't want to know. What did you want?"

Joseph didn't exactly like the stranger yet. He grew a fonding of Steve much easier since he was a fellow Soldier, but Joseph couldn't understand this guy. His bulky duffel bag, his stuffed back pack, a rather large pistol for a cop. But then his nerve settled down. He was to tensed from what had just happened, he thought for a moment, and rested his arm, but wasn't about to holster his pistol.

Joseph - " I don't care what your business is with those explosives, but the more people we have around the better. We have no destination, were just trying to survive. We need peniciline and morphene for my friend, he has quite the nasty broken wrist. So if you want, which I highly advise you to do this, follow us. We'll find someway to secure your dirt bike on our vehicle if you'd like, but we'll need some straps first. "

Joseph stood there a bit uneasy, and could feel his siblings starring out the back window.

Jessica - " What do you think is going to happen? "

Jacob - " I don't know..but they better hurry up, I have an eerie feeling just having us all just sit around in the open road. "

SSG G. made it back to the bay with his stash from the sporting goods section.
It was time to take inventory of the bounty.

1 Steyer Arms Classic Mannlicher 30.06 with scope
1 Savage Model 64F .22
1 Taurus M72 .22lr
1 Winchester 94 Trapper .45 Colt
1 Braztech Single Shot .270
1 Winchester 1885 Low Wall 17HMR

2 Winchester SX23 12 gauges
2 Mossberg 935 12 gauges

Enough ammo to supply 3 Scout platoons in the field for a week.

These weapons were for any survivors he may encounter in the future. All
except the Steyer 30.06 which he loaded and stored in the 577.

He fired up the laptop and began to search for any signs of anyone still
alive. He pulled out an MRE and had dinner. He was out of smokes
and the store still waited. Was it worth the chance ? What the hell. He grabbed
4 M67 Frag grenades and the .45 with 7 magazines and two boxes of 50 rounds
each. Took the buggy and headed past the sporting goods section.

OOC: Once the one guy replies and Steve replies, I'll talk about a plan to go to a port..incidentally where you are.

OOC: Good Idea.

Self-proclaimed Skylar seemed a realtively peaceful sort, if a little quiet. But why carry all the bombs and stuff? And what was the stick on his back? So thinking, Steve went down the road a few paces to let Joseph and Skylar talk it out. And that was when he saw the zombie. It was just one, coming around the corner of an old rundown building, dressed in a tuxedo. But then behind it came another one, female, wearing a satin wedding dress. Both suits were ripped and torn, and the marrying couple wer both showing signs of decomposition.
Steve let out a little sigh and fired thrice. Both zombies went down and he turned back to the SUV, about to tell Joseph...
And then he heard the growl.
A dog was sitting in the middle of the road, watching him. It looked like a canine equivalent of a zombie---rotting, crawling with maggots--but it was alone.
Or so it seemed. Suddenly, out of every window, every alley, animals appeared. Dogs, cats, rats...pidgeons even circled high above, looking like vultures.
All of these creatures were zombies, and Steve knew that every last one of them was hungry.

Joseph was standing there, awaiting for Skyler's response, when he heard multiple hissing and growl noises. He noticed shadows above him, and when he looked up he said something quite loudly.

Joseph - " Skyler, forget the bike and head twards the SUV...you too Steve. Keep calm, keep your weapons ready. All three of us are going to calmly walk to the SUV now. "

As he said that, a pack of dogs came out of an alley way, all decayed and looking straight at Joseph.

My busness with the explosives is zombies I replied, And thank you for the offer I would very much like to ride with yall. And since it dosent matter anymore I mihgt as well explain the shirt and the way I found yall. The shirt is a cover im really an independent contractor after the outbreak. I was holed up in my house for a month then today i heard gunshots and decided it was time to go. I have straps in my bag. I then began to strap the bike to the roof af the car. Then i hard 3 gunshots and looked for the source. It was Andrew, I quickly looked to wer he was firing adn saw 2 zombies go down. Then i saw a dog, not really a dog but a carcass with tatters of flesh and maggots everywere. " Might be a good idea if we got into the car now", I said

OOC: Im skylar btw

OOC:

Try to keep actions in different paragraphs from your Character speaking. It is just a tad confusing, but I know what you said.

IC:

Joseph and the other two got back into the SUV. Skyler had quickly strapped the dirtbike on the top of the Durango. Dogs were jumping onto the doors, clawing and growling, and Jacob soon punched the gas and the five survivors took off.

Joseph - " I know of a port we could go too...its nearby, and there are some stores close by to it that are easy and convenient to get too. Perhaps someone alive is holed up at the port. "

In reality, there was. But no one knew yet, and it would be another 5 - 10 minutes until they were driving on the roads alongside the beach, and 10 more minutes after that untill they arrived at the port.

There was no other activity in the main part of the store.
SSG. G beagn to make trip after trip grabbing canned goods, sodas, beer, water flour,
basically anything that hadn't expired. He hit the pharmacy and snagged
up antibiotics and pain killers, aspirin and basic first aid items.

Then he picked up 10 cartons of smokes and decided what the hell
he was probably going to die any damn way and grabbed 20 more. He also took a
pipe and some cigars.

5 hours later

He went to the bedding section and took 20 king size white sheets.
SSG. G took some paint and began to spray paint alive inside with
arrows giving directions to the oil change bay. The sheets would be
hung over the sides of the building. This would also let him zero the scope
on the 30.06.

OOC: sorry had no internet access for a coupla days.

IC: Hans darted through the ruins, moving deceptivly fast and silently for a man of his size. He had been forced to drop the GPMG when it had run out of ammo. He had secured the young girl back with her parents but it had taken a lot of shots to drive the zombies off her. Just as he sprinted around a corner and across a street in Miami(ooc: i thought that if im in europe and every1 else is in america, i better join them) a sharp crack and then a gunshot echoed around. Diving into the cover of the opposite street, Hans saw where the bullet had smashed the road. He made sure each of his pistols was loaded, then slowly edged back around the corner. He rolled over and pointed the guns at where he suspected the shot had come from. A ruined skyscraper came into his sights and he saw a movement on the 10th or so floor. Just as he fired his first shot, he felt a barrelpress into the back of his skull.
Drop the pistols and get up very slowly
Wait im no zombie, how many of you are there
there's only me, andI can see you're no zombie
Then who was that, in the skyscraper?
Oh shit, not more
Hans turned around, he was shocked to see a small wiry man with an Artic Warfare L96 pointed at his head. He slowly bent down and picked his pistols back up. The man lowered the sniper rifle, and Hans saw he had about 5 mags for it. Pushed into the man's belt was a Desert eagle, alongside 7 mags. Hans saw the man appraising his own small armoury, then with a shrug, he held out his hand.
Lucas, who're you
Hans, polish army 3rd regimant, 7th platoon
Woah, i'm just a SWAT sniper, but you, you're in the army?
Yeh, even Europe is hit by these things, i've seen no other people but you
Lucas was about to reply, when a buzzing sound was heard. Both men looked up, and soon a small helicopter came into view. Both started to run at the same time. They would follow the helicopter's direction if they could, it could not be going far. It was then they noticed the zombies, not 50m away.
Holy shit
Before lucas had even raised his rifle, Hans' pistols were in his hands, and two of the zombie's heads had exploded. Hans holstered his pistols again, and pulled the shotgun from his back. The zombies were shambling faster now, really fast, almost sprinting. Another five zombies were down, but now Lucas had begun the lengthy process of having to reload his rifle. Hans fired the shotgun twice, and the nearest zombies heads exploded.

Lucas was sweating. The big man beside him was working away like a proffessional, reloading quickly, and then firing. Lucas rammed the magasine back on, only 2 rounds in there. He fired both then drew his pistol in desperation, and started firing. The zombies were only 10m away now. Hans pushed Lucas and yelled RUN!!!!


With Lucas running back towards a more convenient place to fire the rifle, Hans fired his last shotgun cartridge. He pulled out his Polish army bayonet, and smacked the first zombie in the mouth with his fist. He then sliced its neck off while its head was tilted back at an unhealthy angle. He stepped back, and after each zombie that went down to the fist/knife combination, he stepped back. He found his way slowly but surely in between two vans which were parked up against the wall. He hoped the zombies wouldn't climb overe the vans to get to him, because here they could only come at him one at a time. He heard Lucas scream, which was cut short quickly, and now he was starting to get tired. There were another 40 zombies at least, and that would be hard to kill.

OOC: sorry had no internet access for a coupla days.

IC: Hans darted through the ruins, moving deceptivly fast and silently for a man of his size. He had been forced to drop the GPMG when it had run out of ammo. He had secured the young girl back with her parents but it had taken a lot of shots to drive the zombies off her. Just as he sprinted around a corner and across a street in Miami(ooc: i thought that if im in europe and every1 else is in america, i better join them) a sharp crack and then a gunshot echoed around. Diving into the cover of the opposite street, Hans saw where the bullet had smashed the road. He made sure each of his pistols was loaded, then slowly edged back around the corner. He rolled over and pointed the guns at where he suspected the shot had come from. A ruined skyscraper came into his sights and he saw a movement on the 10th or so floor. Just as he fired his first shot, he felt a barrelpress into the back of his skull.
Drop the pistols and get up very slowly
Wait im no zombie, how many of you are there
there's only me, andI can see you're no zombie
Then who was that, in the skyscraper?
Oh shit, not more
Hans turned around, he was shocked to see a small wiry man with an Artic Warfare L96 pointed at his head. He slowly bent down and picked his pistols back up. The man lowered the sniper rifle, and Hans saw he had about 5 mags for it. Pushed into the man's belt was a Desert eagle, alongside 7 mags. Hans saw the man appraising his own small armoury, then with a shrug, he held out his hand.
Lucas, who're you
Hans, polish army 3rd regimant, 7th platoon
Woah, i'm just a SWAT sniper, but you, you're in the army?
Yeh, even Europe is hit by these things, i've seen no other people but you
Lucas was about to reply, when a buzzing sound was heard. Both men looked up, and soon a small helicopter came into view. Both started to run at the same time. They would follow the helicopter's direction if they could, it could not be going far. It was then they noticed the zombies, not 50m away.
Holy shit
Before lucas had even raised his rifle, Hans' pistols were in his hands, and two of the zombie's heads had exploded. Hans holstered his pistols again, and pulled the shotgun from his back. The zombies were shambling faster now, really fast, almost sprinting. Another five zombies were down, but now Lucas had begun the lengthy process of having to reload his rifle. Hans fired the shotgun twice, and the nearest zombies heads exploded.

Lucas was sweating. The big man beside him was working away like a proffessional, reloading quickly, and then firing. Lucas rammed the magasine back on, only 2 rounds in there. He fired both then drew his pistol in desperation, and started firing. The zombies were only 10m away now. Hans pushed Lucas and yelled RUN!!!!


With Lucas running back towards a more convenient place to fire the rifle, Hans fired his last shotgun cartridge. He pulled out his Polish army bayonet, and smacked the first zombie in the mouth with his fist. He then sliced its neck off while its head was tilted back at an unhealthy angle. He stepped back, and after each zombie that went down to the fist/knife combination, he stepped back. He found his way slowly but surely in between two vans which were parked up against the wall. He hoped the zombies wouldn't climb overe the vans to get to him, because here they could only come at him one at a time. He heard Lucas scream, which was cut short quickly, and now he was starting to get tired. There were another 40 zombies at least, and that would be hard to kill.

OOC: oops, double post for you!! lol

IC:

Joseph had directed Jacob where to drive, there was sheets hung around with writing on them. The Port was only a few minutes away.

Joseph almost forgot about being out of ammunition for his M4.

Joseph - " Yes, that would actually be quite lovely. My Beretta is aching to get a break I think. "

He finished with a slight chuckle. He could see it in Steve's face that he was going to pass out soon if they didn't get him the medical attention he needed. Joseph had trained to be a medic in the Marine Corps, but he didn't have any supplies to ease the pain or to fully stop the bleeding. Perhaps the Port would have a small sick bay he could rest in, but Joseph would need to find out his blood type and drive to a blood bank to get what he needed, but simple Plasma would help him too. As they pulled up, a gun shot rang out right infront of the Durango, piercing the cement. There was a sniper in the Port, infact the gun shot was more of a good thing for the five.

OOC: For some reason...it put my new post infront of yours....

OOC. Geez, you log off and everything happens all at once.

Steve was holding his wrist and looking out the window, trying to ignore the pain. Joseph had done a good job with the wrap, so some of the bleeding had slacked off, at least for now. But he was definitly feeling a little faint from loss of blood. Not to mention he now had to shoot with his left hand.

Slowly, the SUV made its way to the port. Once there, Steve asked Joseph, "Do you need any ammo for your M4? I got plenty. And I wont need it until i get mine unjammed."

OOC. lol its ok. Anyway, where do you think this is going? I think we should hook up with one of the bigger groups but thats just a suggestion.

I slowly opened the back door of the suv and exited with my Desert Eagle drawn. I walked out and slowly began walking around the immideate area. Then I stopped scanned the area and waited for the others to get out.

OOC: Sry bout not seperating the quotes.

edit: ooc: good idea we should just make 1 large group and eradicate zombies.

OOC: I wanna get back in this thread but i have to let Mckanagan (i know i spelt that wrong) control the boat im on.

OOC: Why does it keep putting my posts way above all of yours?

OOC: woops sorry all
Hans dropped to the ground. He was beside lucas' severed head. When Hans had found him, he had been on the floor twitching, a bite on his neck. Hans had had no option......

2 hrs later, Hans was woken by a distant shot. He bent down and removed Lucas's ammunition belt, then went to search the zombies bodies. He found three severed corpses in the tattered remants of a PD uniform. He had searched them and found another 6 mags for his pistols.

He walked in the general direction of the shot, dragging his feet because of the tiredness. He needed food. As he walked, he found the underfoot road going from road, to sand, and he was aware of the tide splashing up and down. There was a police roadblock up ahead, with 3 cars straight accross the road. Inside the cars, Hans found another 30 cartridges for his shotgun, as well as another shotgun, which he put next to the other one on his back. He also found some twinkies in the doors, which he eagerly ate, keeping some for later.Hans kept going along the road. Ahead he could see a large set of structures in the distance. Heartened that they could have been the only area that the shot had come from, he quickened his pace. It was only then he heard a low moan behind him. He turned and saw a wall of undead shambling towards him. He turned and ran, blasting with his pistols over his back. When the 24 bullets had run out, he holstered the pistols and ran on.

OOC: the single shot was the sniper shot, and its the same port as u are headed for

OOC: Why does it keep putting my posts way above all of yours?

OOC I dont know. I dont even see your new post. Where is it

Joseph mind was racing now. First the Sniper shot, and now there were shots comming from behind them. He handed Jacob the Pistol, with the last clip remaining, and quickly locked his new M4 clip into its slot and shoved another one into a pocket on his vest. He began to speak to Jacob and Jessica and Steve.

Joseph - " Jacob, guard Steve and Jessica. Steve, I am sure your still able to use your left hand, but don't pressure yourself to do so. Jacob, keep the doors locked, and when this sniper nut finally opens the gate, drive in. Me and Skyler will be right behind you guys. "

With that, he got out and patted Skyler on the shoulder.

Joseph - " Sky, hope you don't mind I call you that, we're going to stay out here and guard the car okay? "

After saying that, he saw a figure in the distance. About 25 - 33 seconds later, a wall of zombies was following him.

Joseph - " Get ready! "

He could hear Jessica scream as she was looking out the trunk door window. She was now in the third row of seats, watching as everything unfolded. Joseph and Sky began shooting at the zombies that were closest to there new found survivor.

Joseph - " Shoot them in the head, go for limbs on the faster ones first...well legs. "

That would be no problem for Sky's .50 Calibur pistol.

Hans heard the crack of a bullet passing him, then a boom, followed by several more. He raised his head and saw two people standing there, unloading shots into the zombies chasing him. He kept going, at the same time unslinging both shotguns and holding one in each hand. When he got to the people who were slowly advancing, he turned around, and leveled his guns. The first zombies got close enough, and he started blasting them off their feet.

OOC: Sorry but realistically the sniper would be firing the Zombies so I am going to say he is.

IC:

The Sniper, the new stranger, Joseph, and Sky were all shooting at the zombies. As they were doing this, Jacob was honking the horn as to get the attention of the man inside the port to open the gate. The Zombies could over come Joseph, Sky, the new stranger, Steve, and Joseph's siblings if they gate was not opened soon.

Joseph - " Why won't that damn fool open the damned gate? "

Joseph was halfway done with his first clip as he was talking.

Steve cursed his broken wrist as gunshots came from outside: the light pop-pop of the M4 and the heavy, brutal roar of the Desert Eagle. Both men outside were extremely good shots; they were picking zombies off with every round.

Soon the man being chased by zombies was close enough for Steve to see that he was dirty, dishelved, smoking a cigarette, and holding two shotguns. He turned around and began to back up slowly, firing with both weapons as the zombie horde neared.

The sniper who had first shot at the SUV was now blasting away at the zombies as well, but even through the humans' massive firepower, the zombies drew ever closer.

Steve frantically pressed the button that made the windows roll down, found out that it didn't work, and blew the glass away with a shot from his .45. Then he began to fire lefthanded at the approaching zombies. A couple of them had ignored Joseph and Skylar and the sniper; they were shambling toward the car. Steve their rotting brains out through their skulls and screamed at the man inside to open the gate.

SSG. G placed the last of the sheets over the side of the building.

He loaded the newly acquired 30.06 and took aim at one of now several hundred
zombies meandering throughout the shopping complex. This zombie was
dressed in a suit. To zero the weapon, the cell phone on the side of the
zombie was aimed at. The trigger fell and through the scope the round
hit low striking the left leg. The leg exploded and the zombie fell to the ground.
The former man tried to stand on the broken bone but kept falling down.

SSG. G adjusted the elevation and windage of the scope.

The second shot rang out. The round hit slightly above the hip.
The third shot blew the cell phone into pieces.

He aimed at the temple and finished the zombie off.

The zeroing attracted the attention of more zombies from other areas
of the shopping complex. There were strength in numbers and further
securing of the building would be needed.

OOC: The dude in the port isnt gonna answer anytime soon. Do you think we could get skylar to blow the gates?

"Theres someone in there?? another person?? " asked hans, as he was speaking he swept out both his sig sauers, realised they were empty, then pulled out Lucas's desert eagle from the ammo belt. He shot at the nearest zombies again, aiming fortheir heads if the oppurtunity presented it self. When he ran out of ammo he was surprised, it only had 7 bullets in. He saw how close the zombies were getting, and said "have you got any children with you, anyone that i can throw over the gate to save, anyone at all (OOC: how high is the wall? he could throw most people over, hes strong enough) if the locks not too hard, then they could let us in!!" he pushed the desert eagle back, and wrenched out his bayonet again. The zombies were really quite near now, and there were hundreds of them

OOC: dont refer to me as the Zombies, it gets a bit confusing, just call me Hans

OOC: No I was referring to you as the new stranger. We don't know your name yet, remember ;)

IC:

Joseph was firing frantically at Zombies, and while in mid reload spoke to the new stranger.

Joseph - " Get the girl inside the car over the wall. The person driving has a pistol, we'll need him. Get the injured man over the wall too, have him open the gate. Skylar, throw some explosives!! "

After shouting that, Skylar reached for his pack and through a C4 in the air above several zombies, and Joseph fired at it.

Hundreds of gibs flew everywhere and Joseph and the others were scrambling back to there feet from the impact.

OOC: Guys, could we pause this for an hour please? I have to do something URGENT!!

To the rest of the people that come back, just tell them were taking a break.

It would be DEEPLY appreciated!!

Hans was hurled backwards. Being nearer to the explosion than the others he went flying back into the van. Remebering his saviours words, he opened the door. "Vounded guy...you, i need you, und driving man, yes you, ve need you outside to help against ze zombies!!" and he pulled the man out of the seat. "Be careful ven you land, zis is going to hurt" he said as he picked the man up in both hands. With a grunt, he threw the man over the gate, and then shouted, "see if you can open ze gate, und quickly!!" He went back to the car and did the same with the girl. When they were bth safely over, he ran back, loading the Desert Eagle and Sig sauers, then pushing two cartridges into both shotguns. He chucked the Desert Eagle to the guy that had another one, and started firing away with his twin pistols.

OOC: I'll post this one time but after that let's hold until Joseph gets back, ok?

IC: The protesting Steve spun lazily through the air before landing with a thump and a agonized scream on the other side of the gate. The bone of his wrist was poking into the ground; he pulled it free and staggered upright. That was when Jessica fell on him.

"WHY ME!!??" Steve yelled at the world in general. He shoved the girl off of him and got to his feet, once again making his way to the gate. Once there, he saw that it had been tripple-locked, and he had no key.

"Sorry I've gotta use you so much," he muttered to his pistol, and fired three times. The locks on the gate sparked and broke, but weakend from blood loss, Steve couldn't move the heavy iron portcullis.

"Jessica help me out!" he screamed over the moans of the undead and the constant barrage of gunfire. The teen rushed to him and the both leaned their shoulder into it. The gate creaked...open...ever...so...slowly...

Jacob waited for his sister and Steve to get out of the way and he drove the Durango into the port and honked for Joseph and the other to run inside. Joseph, the new stranger Hans, and Sky all walked in backwards, and upon comming in, Jessica and Steve leaned on the gate one way and shut it close. Almost immediatly, Joseph went looking for a bar as he told Hans to hold the gate shut, and Jacob to shoot anything that nips at him. Joseph found some construction material, and retrieved a few bars. He came back and put one end of the bar in the crevice where the gate would slide into, and the other end into the fence of the gate it self so it would not budge open or fall easily. He then told everyone to move, took the Durango and parked it with the right side of the SUV against the gate incase the Zombies toppled it over.

Joseph - " Is everyone okay? "

Now, at last, Arthas felt at home, at ease, around others. He'd been through countless missions in his life, often having ot be part of a team. He found most of the people he'd worked with in the past to be snivelly, fat-headed, dense, gung-ho morons who deserve to be shot with every bullet they are carrying with them. But these folks? No. These folks are true professionals, who seem to enjoy their job, without rant or remorse. Perfect.

Arthas walked over to the barricade, moving stuff out of the way for everyone. Hell, they're taking him in, he should make himself useful. All that was left was one sharp kick to the door and they'd be out in the open. He'd have to gear up on the run. "So, do you folks have a vehicle? I have a big old Ford in the airport lot a couple blocks away. Gassed up and everything."

Hans breathed out slowly. "Yes I am fine. My name is Hans, und I am extremly grateful to you all for saving my life. I am part of ze Polish Army 3rd Regiment, 7th platoon, zough ze rest of my platoon are now dead, und i have zere ammo. Here ve vill share it yes? By ze vay, has anybody got any food, i have not eaten in over zve days."
While he spoke, he was reloading both his shotguns, his eyes not on his work (ripping the cartridge, pouring powder down the barrel, putting the ball into the barrel, ramming it down lol). He then reloaded both of Sig Sauers 12mms, at the same time sharing out any ammo that he would not need. He kept thirty shotgun shells, and 5 Magazines for each of the Sig Sauers. He gave all the .50 bullets to the man with his Desert Eagle. Also he kept his bayonet firmly in it's sheath.

"That's a big negative on the vehicle," Val said as she got ready to fill anything full of lead that was moving out there, nothing. "I suggest you grab your stuff ASAP before any of those things come back." After she said this she ran foreward and took to the left entrance, Kiley taking the right. They waited for Arthas to pick his weapons and assorted stuff up before DWAR came out and they ran to a parked car that was across the street. After taking cover behind the car Val stood up and scanned the area. Five zombies were inbetween them and a crash at an intersection. They hadn't been noticed yet. She ducked back down and tapped her chest, pointed to her eye and held out five fingers. SHe then crouched out to the left side of the car, and pulled out her BDM. Kiley pulled out her M1911 and went to the right, while DWAR headed behind them all, taking a prone position with his rifle. Arthas crouched to the left side with Val, whereupon she pointed to him, her hip, her throat, and the nearest zombie, meaning to decapitate the nearest zombie. She crouch ran onto the side walk and took a bead on the any zombie but the closest one. Kiley ran out into the middle of the street and took a bead on the zombie on the far right. As soon as Arthas took the head of the zombie, Val and Kiley shot, destroying the respective zombies. Beads were taken on the remaining zombies and were soon decimated. DWAR stood up and ran to where everyone else was, Darby and Haush following him.

"Very good," Val said in a loud whisper, "keep your guard up, and let nothing escape your notice."

When the group reached the crash they stopped, Val scanned down the street that went the other direction, some Zombies way far down it, but nothing that was an immediate threat. Kiley looked at the road ahead of where they were. Nothing, a few alleys, and an airport parking lot with a chain link fence surrounding it, full of zombies.

Arthas held the blade of the sword horizontal, the index and middle finger of his left hand sandwiching the blade down by the hilt, slowlying moving down the length, his hand moving up a bit into a diagonal motion, the ichor and blood of the zombie slowly running down his hand and into his sleeve. He paused a moment while a couple inches from the tip of the blade, looking at the slow cascade, a coldly thoughtful look on his face. His eyes closed for a moment, taking in the warm chill of the remains. His hand quickly advanced up the last of the blade, it was unsure if the added blood was from the end or if it was his own, an injury in that brief haste. His left hand flicked to the side, a small would splatter appearing on the passenger side door of a damaged white sedan. His right wrist flicked at the same time as well, the blade spinning in his hand so the blade was pointing down, quickly yet perfecting slid down into its sheath with a swift downward motion. He looked up at the others, ready to move onto the airport lot, which was in sight.

Val moved to the other side of the crash and shouted, "Arthas, where did you say that truck was again?"

Arthas looked over to the parking lot, through the fencing "Oh my... they moved back in." He said aloud, but meant for himself. "The truck is in there, in front of that Avis over there" He replied, pointing over to the small office. "If we want a good position to clear these guys out first, my bunker appears still intact over there." He motioned to where he had held out through the day.

Val scanned the parking lot and finally made a strategic decision. "Bunker won't do us much good, we need to get there quickly, and theres too many of them to take them all out. Arthas, you and I will go to the truck, I'll lay down fire while we run. DWAR and Kiley will stay here, Kiley will lay down some covering fire for us with her G36, DWAR will cut a hole in the fence for us." She tossed DWAR one of her Knives, and pulled her M60 off of it's sling. "Ready when you are."

Arthas stood in pensieve for a moment, one hand pulling the truck keys out, the other fumbling in his coat for a bit, making up his mind. He shrugged his left shoulder a few times before reaching in, still his left side, and pulling out the Spectre M4. Without warning or hesitation, he began the run. Hey, she was ready when he was, she said so herself.

Val saw him took off and started firing her M60 from her hip. After several seconds she stopped firing and took off running, stopping again about every fifty yards to fire for several seconds, when she got halfway there, her M60 jammed, she stopped to fumble with it. Kiley was waying waste to anything in their path. A zombie crept up behind Val while she was clearing the jam. It shuffled closer. Kiley caught sight of the of the zombie and took a bead. As she fired, she was knocked off balance as Darby took a zombie down that had snuck up behind them. Three shots flew into Vals leg, she dropped and screamed "FUCK!" at the familiar pain seconds after she had cleared the jam. She dropped and immediatly pulled out her knife, not noticing the zombie. She brought the knife down to the first shot, and extracted the bullet. Haushinka dropped the zombie as it got a few inches from Val. Val dug out the rest of the bullets as Arthas reached the truck.

Arthas started up the truck, reaching open and shoving open the passenger door as well, driving over to Val, the door just going over her head. "Get in!" He shouted over the gun fire, which included his own. Luckily his window was down, else he might not get his deposit back.

Val slammed the door shut and tossed her M60 in the back, helped Haush up, and hopped in the back herself. Meanwhile DWAR had jsut finished cutting a hole in the fence that the truck might fit through. Val propped her M60 up on the gate of the pickup and started firing again at the zombies as Arthas drove towards the hole. It was a tight fit for the pickup but it made it through without much hassle, on the other side DWAR hopped in the back while Kiley went into the cab. They headed down the street that followed the airport. Val limped to the back window on the pickup, and tapped on it. Kiley opened it. Val said, "Stop at the next reasonably safe looking, open area you can."

When Joseph said, "Is everybody ok," Steve gave a laugh that turned into a scream. "NO! I AM NOT OK! MY WRIST IS NOW DANGLING BY A STRIP OF SKIN! I CAN'T MOVE IT! I CAN BARELY WALK! IF JESSICA HADN'T BEEN WITH ME WE'D ALL BE DEAD BY NOW!"

He paused for breath, and then continued. "I'm glad you showed up, Hans. I've got some peanuts and stuff if you want that." He offered the food and Hans scarfed it hungrily.

"Sarry Joseph, didn't mean to yell," Steve apologized. "And thank you, Jessica. I owe you my life and probably all our lives."

From outside the comfortingly thick walls came the sounds of greedy destruction; the zombies were ripping apart the car, tempted by the smell of Steve's blood.

Steve took a few steps away from the hellish noise, blinked once or twice, and then fell over, unconcious.

((OOC: By the way, folks, I wrote and approved NoF's Arthas-ing in that megapost. He isn't controlling my character. I am. So don't worry. I'm alright. Jack. Keep your hannnnds off of myyyyyy stash.))

Arthas nodded his head in acknowledgement. It was quite the wonder if Arthas would be able to pass a legal driving test here in Florida, swerving through the streets at as fast as the pickup could go, taking out a few benchs and trash cans as he made his way north along the main drag, the town thining, it's limits being reached. He still wasn't quite sure of his new travelling companions, so he kept quiet, humming to himself. After 15 minutes of the city behind them, he pulled into a roadside stop.

SSG. G began taking stock from the shelves and stacking it in front of all
the entry ways. It may not keep them out but it would slow them down.

He went to the automotive section and grabbed all the motor oil containers
that the buggy would hold. He went to each entrance and poured the oil
on the floor covering the area.

Lastly the grenades were used to booby trap the entry ways with multiple
trip wires. This only left him with 4 grenades.

I looked down at steve.
" We might want to bandage that" I pointed out
" Oh and nice to meet you Hans, i'm Skylar your friendly neighbor-hood mercenary".

Joseph began thinking and read the nearby signs.

Joseph - " This is a US Naval base...that means there has got to be medical supplies. Everyone, split up into three groups. Jacob stay here and guard Steve, Skylar go with Hans to that building to the right, I'll check the building next to it. They seem to be storage buildings, that means there has got to be rations, ammunitions, more weapons and medical supplies. Jessica will stay here too. I'll go to the smaller building alone. "

Joseph began walking to the smaller shed like building as Hans and Skylar motioned twards the larger one.

"Wow, nice building I hope theres guns in there Ill feel a lil better once i have a nice Big Boar Grizzly in my hands. Hope there's grenages on there." I said as I began walking twards the entrance.

Dozing in and out of conciousness, Steve began to succumb to delerium. First he dreamt that a horde of zombies were coming for him, and they were all carrying explosives on their backs.

Following that, he had a dream that he died and went to heaven and Jessica was there, but instead of greeting him, she pulled out a Desert Eagle and blew a hole through his head. Then he fell down into hell, and a group of zombies greeted him, saying, "look at your ankle, Steven. You are one of us."

Then he was frantically running down a road, and behind him, the SUV was gaining, driven by Skylar who had a crazy smile on his face. The mercenary screamed, "You must die! YOU HAVE TO DIE!"

Steve groaned wordlessly in his unconcious state, Unaware of voices above him.

SSG. G sat in the automotive bay. The radio had not reached
anyone. He was alone and lonely. It had been nearly a week with no alive
human contact. He then remembered that the radio had not been switched
to the Emergency Broadcast Frequency. He switched the frequency and called
out once again...........


(Is there anyone there ? over........)

Val jumped out of the bed of the pickup, leaving her M60 in the bed. She waited for the others to gather by where she stood.

"We need to find more people. At the moment it seems our best bet would be to send out a radio signal, but seeing as we dont' have a transmissive radio at the moment, that isn't a very likely plan, unless Arthas has one," she looked at him, waiting for a response.

OOC: Ok I'm gonna be gone most of tomorrow so I'll let either Hans or Joseph control Steve until I get back. Do whatever you want with him.

Oh and Im a little confused rite now... Is Shester in the port with us? WAT EXACTLY IS HAPPENING?

OOC: I am in Tennessee hunkered down inside a Wal-Mart.

OOC: Ok I'm gonna be gone most of tomorrow so I'll let either Hans or Joseph control Steve until I get back. Do whatever you want with him.

Oh and Im a little confused rite now... Is Shester in the port with us? WAT EXACTLY IS HAPPENING?

Sorry I accidently signed onto my puppet--statement still stands though

OOC: same her control skylar till i get bak. Do wat id usually do explosives adn comic relief. mixed with large weapons