NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC:

Okay I thought we were all in the same area. I was going to be in Lincoln Nebraska but decided to be in Miami Florida. We have five people there. I guess the Port is ours lol.

IC:

Joseph was inside the small shed already, and was ripping things off the shelves looking for morphene and iodine and the works. He had found what he needed, a basic first aid kit, and turned around. Something struck him odd..but he didn't mind it. He felt kind of funny using his medical skills to its full use finally. He ran out and found Steve moaning and beginning to talk about stuff that didn't make sence. Luckily there were sedatives inside the first aid kit.

Joseph - " Hans, Jacob, pick up steve and follow me. Skylar follow us and Jessica stay right behind ME okay? "

Jessica nodded her head, tears of scaredom rolling down her cheaks, and Jacob gave a small sigh. Hans and Jacob picked up Steve, and they all went running back into the larger building next to the small shed. Skylar and Hans said the bigger building had beds and food, but no weapons. The small shed didn't give any traces of weapons either, but they would need to be quick before the zombies got there way in the port. Once inside, they closed the doors and pushed crates over infront of the front doors. Joseph had Hans and Jacob put Steve on a stretcher and told Skylar, Hans and Jacob to find all the doors and lock them. He gave Jacob his M4 and told him to use the aimpoint, it was zeroed perfectly. He gave Jessica his pistol and told her to shoot anything that comes near and isn't living, just in case. Almost immediatly after saying this, Joseph injected Steve several times with morphene and sedatives. He then scoured the room for any anestesiacs, he now knew the building they were in was a hospital. He found some, and it would send Steve into a dreamless sleep to keep him away from his delusions. After preparing Steve for his " surgery ", Joseph opened up the basic first aid kit and pulled out everything, setting it on a counter nearby. He pulled the skin back a little bit and had to lift the muscle a bit, possibly making his right forearm permanently weakened. He then opened up the sides of Steve's forearm and put a clamp to hold it open. He wasn't trained to be a doctor, only a simple field medic, but he knew the basics and went with his instincts...hopefull the instincts that'll help Steve keep his arm below the elbow.

He pushed the bone that was sticking out back into place and released the clamp. It was gruesome and Jessica couldn't help but look ever so often, causing her self to puke twice. After Joseph was letting the bit of muscle he pulled back put it self back in it's normal position, and strectching the skin back, he began to spray Iodine all over the wound to harden the blood to help keep the surface together. He then started to put heavy wraps on Steve's arm, spraying that with Iodine so it would for sure keep all bleeding at a hault. After he was done wrapping the arm, he pinned the wraps, injected more morphene...and just waited for Steve to wake up.

All as this was happening, Jacob had gotten all the south doors locked with no problems at all. Skylar and Hans hadn't gotten back yet, but the Zombies havn't seemed to push the Durango yet.

Skylar had planted explosives outside the doors he came to lock up, " just incase ". He even shot at a few doors thinking he heard some moaning. He returned back to the now partially bloodied room where Steve's operation had taken place.

Hans was not back yet.

OOC: Hans slammed his door shut. Barricading it with a large winch he had found in the stores. He could lift it, but he hoped zombies couldn't. On his way back he passed a room of which the door creaked open and closed. He stopped and opened the door. Inside were three zombies ripping away at a corpse. He looked around, trying to figure out where they had come from, when he realised that they were here all along, they were the ports crew. Hans crept forwards, drawing his bayonet atthe same time. He quickly felled two of the zombies, yet the third grabbed his arm,....his strength couldn't do anything, he was screwed..."OH SHIT" he shouted, then remembered something. With a deft flick he brought his knife up from below and smashed it through the zombies vertebrae, seconds before it would have bitten him.

*********

"I didn't find anything else, apart from a few zombies. They're gone, but i wonder where that sniper was shooting from. It would be helpful to find him ya no, Oh and my name is Hans. Skylar, can i have my desert Eagle back please?"


OOC: I am in england so u lot were posting at 2 in the mrning thats why i wasn't back. You can RP me if i dont reply straight away at night, ok?

OOC: Actually Hans...he was having a nightmare that he was bitten on the ankle, he wasn't REALLY bitten on the ankle. Just fix that snibbit.

IC:

After hearing about there being a few zombies in the hospital, he told his siblings to guard steve and keep the door shut and locked as the rest of them went searching for anymore.

Joseph took the basement as Skylar went upstairs and Hans searched the ground level room. Luckily these were the only three floors.

You would be suprised how bright a hospital basement actually wase, and while down there Joseph found a load of plasma ( no not Plasma ammo...medical Plasma...that is extracted from you when you get your blood drawn and is used to regenerate white blood cells in injured people or people who went through surgery..I've had one before, plugged straight into my hand lol ) and as he was looking for other medical supplies, he saw a blood streak on the ground. It lead into the freezer, where meat was stored for lunches and other foods. Joseph had his gun drawn and his flashlight out because it was dark in the freezer. He flashed it down the path of the blood and saw a zombie covered in frost wearing a patient's dress eating at the throat of a man that was undoubtedly a doctor. Joseph raised his gun and aimed for the head, but before he could pull the trigger, he felt something brab his ankle. He turned around and shot the legless zombie in the head but when he turned around, the patient zombie was gone. The freeze was quite big, and it could be hiding behind anything.

Joseph just couldn't leave it in there, who knew if it would actually be affected by the cold? It was already frostbitten severely. And besides, they needed the food in there, so Joseph did what he had to do. He walked around, searched behind several shelves with boxes on them, and looked all over the place. He turned around to head twards the door but something was already walking out of the door way, and knocked the wooden thingy that was keeping the door open.

Trapped..trapped like a mouse Joseph thought. Now there was a zombie walking around in the basement, or possibly headed upstairs, and Joseph was stuck in the freezer.

Joseph - " What a effing day this has been for me... "

Jacob was upstairs, and was holding Joseph's beretta. Jessica sat on a chair beside Steve, rubbing his forhead. The whole damn thing was a flipping mess..everyone's hopes were begining to degrade.

Skylar was searching office to office upstairs and patient room to patient room. There sempt to be signs of an evacuation, and nothing was out of the ordinary yet.

Steve was restless now, his mind was finally free of the anestesiacs, and was able to dream now. As the sedatives worked hard to keep his brain calmed down, he couldn't but help dream his arm was being ripped off by a team of zombies as Joseph, Jacob, Jessica, Hans, and Skylar were all pulling his other arm to save him. He felt surges of pain only in one spot, but no where else. He felt like he was going to die, and kept having flashes of the past few days as he was slowly being pulled side to side in a game of tug of war. He wouldn't exactly wake up yet for he hadn't had much plasma injected into him, but he wouldn't die. But he would be traumatized by these dreams perhaps the rest of his life, perhaps not. His physical body sat motionless, but his brain was bustling to the point it felt like exploding.

SSG. G poured a cup of coffee. He lit a marlboro. He needed something to
get his mind off the fact he had been alone for nearly a week. The moans
were getting louder and wouldn't stop. The fact the store was big and empty
of shoppers. The really secure area was small and now crammed full of soup,
stew and stuff. All these things ran through his head. It was driving him slowly
insane.

He flipped the cigarette on the ground and climbed on top of the 577.

He took the .50 cal apart and began carrying pieces to the roof.

The 50. cal was setup on a tripod with 1,000 rounds next to it.

It was time to silence some of the moaning.

OOC: Ok thanks for takin over Steve. Sorry i was away so long. And Hans, I appreciate your overwhelming concern for me ;). I think I was on too much caffeine or something when I wrote that post, so I didn't really know which way I wanted it to go. Thanks anyway.

IC: A few times, Steve's eyes flickered open. The first thing he saw was Jessica's face, and there are worse things a man can see when waking up from a series of horrible nightmares. His eyes closed agian soon though.

The next time he awoke briefly, he saw that Jessica and Jacob were gone. And, for some reason, a snub-nosed pistol lay on his chest. Forboding suddenly lurched in Steve's heart, and he tried to listen for any sound--a zombie moaning, a person screaming, shots being fired--but fell asleep soon afterward. Back into the nightmares.

OOC: yet thank alot there. Oh and BTW it was my desert eagle ur ammo.

IC: AS i searched the upstairs i decided i should probably link up with the sattleites and do some searching for other pockets of human life. I sat down at a desk and began to tepe at the computer, making shure to have me Desert eagle at the ready. first i pulled up the hacked sattelite picture link and searched for any way out of this hellhole. Then i began scanning the radio chatter...

Joseph walked around inside the freezer, beginning to shiver. He was mitting his hands in his armpits to keep them from getting frost bitten. He couldn't shoot the door because it would ricochet, and possibly hit him. He could only hope that someone would come down.

OOC:

Posting the rest tommorow....

The .50 cal was ready. SSG. G loaded a 100 round belt into the chamber.

He scanned below him. There was a zombie clown complete with the stupid
ass red nose. He always thought clowns were creepy after seeing the movie IT.
A zombie clown was really disturbing. He let loose with a burst. The red
nose flew across the parking lot and the clown went down. His big shoes
looked strange standing up two feet from the body.

He fired a Z pattern spray of 65 rounds at head level into the group
just below him. This action finished off 10 zombies but attracted 50
more. He decided to fire in the single shot mode and began to select targets.

For every one that went down three more appeared.

He stopped firing after 200 rounds. Packed up and went back to the bay.

OOC: Sorry tried t post last nite but my brother kicked me off the internet (im always on dial-up) When we were fighting outside the gates i threw u my desert eagle so u temporarily had 2.

Hans hearda shot

"Hello..... HELLO....... Anybody there..... What's going on....."
"Oh Shit"

He loaded up all his guns fully. He unholstered Lucas' Desert Eagle, it would be the best weapon apart from the shotguns and he wanted to keep them just in case. (ooc: full capacity for desert eagle any1?) On top of that one of the shotguns was beginning to show a lot of wear on the barrels and stock. That could be a problem. He went back towards the surgery, looked at jacob and jessica, steve on the bed, "did you hear that shot?"
Both nodded mutely
"Which way?"
They both pointed in the direction that Joseph had taken. Hans walked away again. He had his Desert Eagle at the ready, and he walked past a blood smear on the floor. It looked dry, and it led to a closed stainless steel door. On the floor beside it was a lump of wood. Strange, thought Hans. He was about to keep going when he heard moan. Spinning and crouching in one move he brought the pistol up. The move saved his life, as the zombies hand went sailing past, in it's hand it clutched a rock. He aimed up and fired, the shot blasting through the bottom of the zombies chin and smashing out through the top of it's head.

OOC: A small, .352 Desert Eagle can carry 9 rounds. A .45 can carry 8, and the one I think Hans is using, .50, only holds 7. And you might want to load up with softnose rounds; hardnose would go straight through a zombie and probably hit someone else.

OOC: Thanx very much cantoi

OOC: I would suggest using the .50, but carrying one. The .50 is quite heavy to tell the truth, and you would need two hands to aim correctly. The .45, being the American cousin to its Israelian .50, is actually quite lighter. Its more of a cross bread between the .45 Colt and the .50 Desert Eagle, but it has the Desert Eagle's body, the .45 Chamber, the .45 Clip, the Desert Eagle's Hammer and lock, and the Desert Eagle's sights.

As for the .352, its more of a German/British version of it, I think ? I thought I read somewhere that it is as light as a P228, ands thats because the body isn't as thick as its cousins' bodys.

Correct me if I'm wrong, please ^_^.

IC:

Joseph walked back and forth, staring into the ground, trying to make body heat. As he was pacing, he heard a gunshot outside the door and Joseph went running to the door and began banging on it screaming and yelling, trying to say it was him Joseph.

Correct me if I'm wrong, please ^_^.
Their is no .352 model, their is a .357 model though. Now the thing about the .357 modle is that it weighs twice what most other pistols weigh. A BDM such as Val carries weighs just under 2 lbs. A P228 weighs less than that Just over a pound and a half. Now another thing about the DEagle is that it has an ungodly amount of recoil. If you were to make it weigh any less the gun would literally tear apart in our hands. Now because of how much recoil this weapon has it also has very heavy springs, meaning it is very hard to draw the slide back to cock the gun, and also making it very difficult to clear jams, which happen frequently. All in All This is not the gun to use for something like this. Their are guns that are way better in general, that when fully loaded weigh half of what the deagle weighs, unloaded. The Deagle is good at what it is made for, but combat situations are not that. It is made for target practice and hunting.

Stats on P228 (http://world.guns.ru/handguns/hg60-e.htm)
Stats on BDM (http://world.guns.ru/handguns/hg109-e.htm)
Stats on Dealgle (http://world.guns.ru/handguns/hg16-e.htm)
Deagle for Defense (http://zvis.com/dep/articles/depdef.shtml)

OOC: So basically just stick to my 2 Sig Sauers and couple of shotguns, one of which will soon be gone (barrel and stock wearing down). I know just how to do that.

Hans heard some muffled noises through the thick door made of steel. He made his way towards the door. As he grabbed the handle in one hand, he held the Desert Eagle in the other. He started to heave the door open, yet a blow to his head made him let go of the handle, and go flying to the side. He looked up, dazed. The door was open, and standing there in the darkness was Joseph, yet nearer was another zobie, wearing Navy uniform that hung from it in tatters. Hans, still dazed, raised his pistol to shoot it, but he was slow.

The zombie smashed Hans' hand, tearing the slide off the Desert Eagle in the process, and turning Hans over again. He looked at the pistol. The hammer and cocking mechanism were both gone, it was useless. Hans' couldn't think straight, and he turned around, because the ceiling was white and the floor was red and sticky, he didn't like the floor.

He turned over, and it was only then he realised he was lying on all his remaining weapons, with a zombies reaching towards him. He struggled to get his knife out, and as he did so he saw the door being pushed further open behind the zombie.

OOC: I have two of these SIG Sauers if anyone was wondering

http://world.guns.ru/handguns/hg119-e.htm

and because i am polish (only a quarter in real life though) i also have two of these in shoulder holsters, does anybody mind that?

http://world.guns.ru/handguns/hg61-e.htm

OOC: A small, .352 Desert Eagle can carry 9 rounds. A .45 can carry 8, and the one I think Hans is using, .50, only holds 7. And you might want to load up with softnose rounds; hardnose would go straight through a zombie and probably hit someone else.
Hollowpoint bitches mushroom on impact.
ninja edit: this is OOC

OOC: Sorry I said .352 I meant .357.

IC: Steve was jerked rudely but muzzily awake by a dull commotion coming from the direction of the basement. He looked around, saw that Jacob and Jessica were back, but that Jospeh, Hans and Skylar were nowhere to be seen. This didnt seem to be the best of situations.

"Can't a guy rest for ten minutes without something happening?" Steve mumbled dazidly to himself. "Please?"

His question was answered only by a pounding on the locked ward door. Seconds later, a chorus of hellish moans swept through the room.

Steve tried to sit up and reached for his .45, but the brief burst of energy that had allowed him to wake up fialed him, and he went back down, unconcious.

The pounding increased.

As i sat at the chair scanning the surroundingarea with the infa-red filter on the sattelite feed I suddenly herad a noise. It sounded like a door creaking open, I quickly turned tward the source of it and saw a zombie dressed in a doctors coat and mask. I quickly dispatched of it with the desert eagle. I decided this was not the best place to be sitting vunerable, so i packed the computer up and began my way down to help hans sweep the rest of the buliding...

OOC: I will prbly be gone 2morrow most of da day so yall can control my character. I gotta catch a flight to ohio, missed mine today but ill have computer access later tommorow. Yall have fun now.

Joseph's limbs were a bit too cold to use fully, but he managed to get the door opened enough. He pulled out his M4 and turned to his left to be greated by a zombie trying to slash at him. Joseph ducked and dodged the hand, and quickly administrated a bullet straight into it's head.

He then pulled Hanz up by the elbow with the injured hand, and they began walking for the stairs, without saying much untill....

Joseph - " Oh God no... "

Jessica was screaming at the top of her lungs and gunshots were heard. Joseph and Hans rushed upstairs, and there about 23 zombies went shuffling down the hall way as to where Steve, Jessica, and Jacob were all three at. Joseph began firing at the 23 zombies from about 8 feet away, and Hans began using his other hand to shoot too. Joseph heard the click of his M4, and remember his Beretta was on Jacob. He through the M4 at the zombies, grabbing the attention of 8 out of the last 17, and yelled at Hans to give him a shotgun. Joseph took aim, and fired ripping 3 of them apart. Hans would get the last 5. After they were all gone, Joseph came running to the room where his siblings and Steve were in, and there stood Steve shooting one last bullet into the head of a zombie on the ground.

Joseph - Winded " Is..everyo..a.. "

Joseph soon passed out, his body was now exhausted from the freezer, and his body temperature was a two below normal. He would need to rest for a few hours for his body to recouperate.

Steve was swaying on his feet, but forced himself to holster his .45.

"Hey...Hans..." Steve wheezed. "Gimme a...hand?" He and the Polish soldier lifted Joseph onto the bed to sleep while his body temperature rose. "Man, we should call time out," Steve panted. "Or something. Look at us...the only one who's completely with it is Jacob." He figured Jessica didn't count because she had barely stopped screaming.

He thought for a minute. "By the way, where's skylar?"

Hans probably answered, but by then Steve was out cold. He managed to catch himself on the edge of the bed before he hit the floor, and then it was off to dreamland. Which had been invaded by zombies.

OOC: just a little note, he has Hypothermia. His body heat isn't going to rise on it's own, the only way to bring it up would to be to get a source of heat under the sheets with him and take off his clothes, cause they aresn't goign to help at all. And just a little note the quickest and best source of heat would be a human body, stripped down to either naked or damn near close.

EDIT: Link supporting my claims (http://www.hypothermia.org/hypothermia.htm)

OOC: just a little note, he has Hypothermia. His body heat isn't going to rise on it's own, the only way to bring it up would to be to get a source of heat under the sheets with him and take off his clothes, cause they aresn't goign to help at all. And just a little note the quickest and best source of heat would be a human body, stripped down to either naked or damn near close.

EDIT: Link supporting my claims (http://www.hypothermia.org/hypothermia.htm)

OOC: Good God. I can tell you now it's not gonna be me; in reality, if we have to do that, I think it should be one of Joseph's siblings.

OOC: Good God. I can tell you now it's not gonna be me; in reality, if we have to do that, I think it should be one of Joseph's siblings.
OOC:Realistically if nobody does it, he is dead.

IC: heard gunbshots coming from downstairs, About then i decided i might want to hurry up. I hopped down the stairs 3 at a time and wen i finally reached the bottom I i saw 23 dead zombies Joseph lying passed out on a cot and steve awake and moving. " WTF is goin on here i leave frr 10 minutes and things go to hell."
OOC: i support the sibling idea. better than one of our characters.

OOC: hey my im is RLgermanballa209 or Skywaker443 wen i get online 2morrow send me a link to thread i wont be at my com so i wont be able to find it otherwise
thx

OOC: Arthas is gone until lateish sunday/monday, so I'm going to lighlty control his character, I know he won't mind, we've been in enough RP's together to know how the others characters will react. But for those same reasons, I will be watching but not posting much.

IC:

The group gathered several feet from the truck. Val started saying, "We're out of town now, but that doesn't mean we can fuck around now. I suggest we head for the coast of the Atlantic, not the gulf. We might be able to get a radio transmission out and find a ship that has living people on it. I wouldn't trust on finding an airplane, because unless our new friend can fly one, I have a feeling that we won't be able to find somone to pilot it. If a helicopter could make it then I could pilot it, but it would never make it that far. Speaking of fuel, how is our truck doing?"

"........EH! Oh, fuel, yes I hadn't thought of that. Ummm, I couldn't help but notice...." Arthas started saying before Val interupted

"Yes, My leg is fine. No more wounds. Now anyway back to fuel. We should fill up at the nearest station, because none of us have a freaking clue how far the next one could be. Lets all get back in the truck."

DWAR, Arthas, and Kiley all went into the cab, while Val stayed alone in the bed with the two cats. The truck started up, and it started heading down the litter strewn road.

OOC:

The realistic time of me being in the freezer was almost a half hour. It wasn't too much to frost my uniform but with the blood stains, any heat will melt the iced up blood stains which could be verry cold and fuck up any chance to heating me up. And thanks, I was wondering when someone would find out it was that ^_^.

So basically, since were having kind of a hard time keeping everything secure, the best thing to do is to find heated blankets. All hospitlas keep them around. You don't necissarily need to strip me down to nothing, but taking off my Kevlar, Boots, and socks and other little knickknacks really does help. The heated blankets can be found upstairs in a temperature controlled room where the blankets can stay warm, like a thermus. That room CAN'T heat me up because it'll keep my body temperature the way it is, about 2 or 3 below the normal.

Get about 8 Blankets, there lightweight btw, and cover my character up. After that, for Hans hand, give him some pain killers untill I'm awake again. Give Jacob something big other then my Beretta, and close the door and lock it. Jacob will box me, Steve, Jessica and himself in the room untill you guys have completely cleared out the building and found more things to block the doorways. After we are done with all of this, I should be awake and I'll get some Plasma for Steve and get him an IV. Overnight the Plasma will regenerate Steve causing him to stop passing out from bloodloss. I'll also work on Hans hand.

I thank my Mother for being a nurse and my surgery experience, lol.

OOC: I will prbly be gone 2morrow most of da day so yall can control my character. I gotta catch a flight to ohio, missed mine today but ill have computer access later tommorow. Yall have fun now.

OOC: I'll control him till he gets back; i know him personally in real life. If anyone else has a problem with that, just let me know.

IC: Skylar said, looking at Joseph, "Yeah, we might want to get him heated up. Probably the best way to do that is to get some heated blankets, but...the thing is, they'll be somewhere upstairs. Upstairs, as in where the zombies are."

Everyone else just looked at him.

"Okay then," Skylar said shaking his head. "I get it. I'll go by myself." No one else was able--Hans with his smashed hand, Joseph with Hypothermia, Steve with his bloodloss, Jacob with no military training, and Jessca with her tendancy to scream at anyhting that moved.

Skylar tossed his Desert Eagle to Jacob, saying, "It's got a nasty recoil. Hold it in both hands tightly and aim. Whatever you shoot's going down."

Then he picked up Steve's .45 and headed out, making sure to lock the door behind him.

OOC: Actually forget i ever had the SIG sauers, ive always been armed with the couple of Vis's, a bit more realistic.

"Shit", said Hans as he found some morphine and gave himself asmall dose of it in an injection. "Shit" he said again, and he moved towards the door. His right hand was still okay, and he moved towards the door, pulling one of the spare bed towards the door. He pushed the door shut again, and pushed the bed up against it. He carried on dragging more things towards the makeshift barricade, then using his knife and steadying things with his now numb hand, he hacked some small loopholes in the door. He then went on a quick recce and ffound some para cord, with which he tied all of thedifferent pieces into place. the barricade was done, and now he set about reloading his weapons. Unfortunately the weapon he hand thrown Joseph had been the wore shotgun, which was now too far gone to use. Sighing, he emptied the remaining shots, and put them into his pouches.

Joseph lay, motionless taking shallow breaths. His skin was pale because of the slowed blood traffic. Anyone who didn't know he had hypothermia would probably think he was dead. The reality was, he was dying. He could be saved by warmth, but who knew if he would live from the possible brain damage. He was lucky to keep his ability to dream, or so he thought. He dreamed the bad events in his life, all the way from his first noted " owy " to how his family reacted when he decided to go off to war to..this. After reliving those moments, he began to see the yet better things of his life. In the end of it all, it just spawned the nightmares. He saw himself unable to move, and couldn't stop but notice all of the screaming and yelling that was going on around him. He could hear Steve yelling, and Jacob crying...crying as if he was dying. He heard the death defying screams of Hans and Skylar, and the common screams of his sister. He couldn't see anything, he was on a stage with a spotlight on him, and zombified humanoids sat staring at him, and began to laugh and clap. He then was back in boot camp, everyone looked zombified but him. It was as if his memory's of the people he knew or ever saw in his life had zombified looks about them. Joseph, again, was back in the theatre but this time in a box booth. He was again paralyzed, sitting on a chair, watching Steve and Hans and Jacob and Skylar and Jessica all recieving claps and cheers, and then the crowd got up and moved onto the stage and began to ravage them, eating them. He couldn't get up to look away, to try and see if he could save atleast one of them. He could only sit and move his eyes, and then the bite to a neck came. He was sentenced to spend what sempt to be an eternity of being tortured...he truely believed he was in hell.

Skylar paused at the door and heard Hans moving furniture around inside. At least they were safe from another zombie attack. The mercenary moved down the cold hallways, reading the signs. He knew from experience that the major storage rooms would be near the top of the building, although every hall had a small one.

Looking at a map of the hospital he saw that there were seven stories and he was on the first, so he decided to take the elevator. Pressing the up button, he waited for maybe fifteen seconds for the doors to slide open. When it did, six zombies came rushing out.

Skylar drew the .45 lightning fast and had downed two before they reached him. A hand swiped at him; he ducked and spun away, aiming at the head of another zombie, which exploded under the Ruger's hollowpoint slugs.

He missed the head of the fourth zombie and got it in the chest instead, but it stumbled backward, giving him time to pistol whip the last one in the face and then shoot it at point-blank range.

Then he finished sixth zombie off and pressed the up button on the elevator agian. When it came back down, free of zombies, he stepped in and waited, gun out. On the seventh floor, two zombies were prowling around the trollys parked there to move supplies.

Skylar hit both of them with headshots and then the Ruger's slide stayed back, showing him that it was empty. He cursed, realizing he had no extra clips for the weapon, so he pocketed it and brought out the big stick he carried on his back. It turned out to be a spearlike naginata, which consisted of a pole with a blade attatched to one end.

Skylar cautiously peered around corners until he found a map of the level. The storage rooms were at the end of a braching hallway, so he started down it, looking over his back every so often. Every now and then, a low moan from one of the doorways he passed would make him jump but he carried on until he found a small, locked door at the end of the hall.

Skylar took out a bent paperclip and picked the simple lock. The door swung open and the heat from the room blasted his face like a furnace. It was bareable though; he stepped in and found a box marked He/Blk. In it were thin blue blankets, warm to the touch.

He ended up dumping out his larger explosives and replacing them with blankets. Ten of them almost overflowed from his bag, but he securely strapped them and headed to the elevator.

The halls were deserted and cold. He jogged down them, wary of the moans, and finally reached the elevator. There was no one in it and he stepped in, breathing a sigh of relief. But instead of heading to the first floor, the elevator stopped at the sixth.

As it turned out, a zombie had accidentally pressed the down button. Seeing skylar, it let out that hellish moan and shoved its way in, teeth gnashing. A swipe from the Naginata took off its hand, but it circled around, forcing skylar out of the elevator.

The mercenary sighed and took the stairs, pounding down them two at a time. A zombie wearing nurse's scrubs tried to bite him before he stabbed her in the head.

On the second story, a zombified doctor wearing a stethescope and two of his patients tried to follow Skylar. He sliced the doctor's head clean off, sending the stethescope flying, and sliced at the spinal cords of the other two. Both of them collapsed, paralyzed.

On the first story, he burst out the stairwell door and quickly found his room and knocked on it. "Open up! It's me!"

Hans heard the banding and quickly unlocked the door


OOC: soory if i mess this post up its my brother's 18th party and i am drunk

SSG G. was carrying the last of the ammo from the roof. Suddenly he heard
a loud roar overhead. A commercial aricraft flew 200 ft. overhead and was
in serious trouble. SSG G. watched in horror as the aircraft dropped to 50ft,
rolled to the right and clipped a toy store. The aircraft exploded into a fire
ball. He watched through the 30.06 scope for anyone that might have survived.
From the tail section that was now located in front of the store
he saw a lady get to her feet and walk in a daze through the lot. He was
screaming for her to run in his direction. It was obvious that she was in shock
and couldn't respond. The dead also noticed her. SSG G. began to take shots
at zombies that were converging on her.

He wasn't fast enough. He decided to drop the fair skinned redhead with
a shot to the head. It was the right thing to do.

SSG G. continued to drop zombies even after they were cleaning the bones
free of muscle and tissue. He shot the three zombies that emerged from the
wreckage and called it a day.

Skylar stumbeld over the bed Hans had hastily moved aside and almost fell over Steve, who was at least siiting upright.

"You get everything?" Steve managed to ask.

"Had a little trouble with a group of people who didn't want to stay dead, but otherwise I'm fine. Help me with these, will you?"

He and Steve stuffed the warm blankets down into Jospeh's bed, while Jacob and Jessica took off their brother's boots, socks, Kevlar vest, and comoflauge coat. After Joseph had been almost literally mummified in the heated blankets, the other peopel (minus Steve, who had dropped off again) sat and talked about what to do next.

OOC; u do not seperate a merc and his explosives. im goin bak up.

IC: "Im heading back upstairs i need to go get my explosives back," i said as i stood up adn headed for the door.
I then headed for the elevator knowing there would be a zombie inside. I extended my naginata and surgically removed the paitents head. then 7th floor here i come. I headed up and wen i reached the 7th I walked into the hallway were 4 zombies greeted me i collapsed their heads with the dull end of the blade and dispatched of 2 more in a doorway by removing their spines wiht the spike on the handle. I finally made it to the storage room with my bombs in it. i packed tehm adn ran back to the elevator. Then i headed downstairs adn knocked on the door again.
" guess who?" I jested.

Hans ran and opened the dorway again. His hand still feeling fairly numb, so he simply used his other to pull the bed out of the way, and then in response to the familiar voice he just pulled open the doors. As soon as Skylar was through, he closed the door and set the barricade back up.

"Glad you made it." Steve sat up. "Listen, before anything else happens, this building needs to be cleared out. It's too dangerous now; I'm pretty sure we'll need other stuff in the future and I personally don't want anyone here to be zombified."

He paused as a wave of wearyness overcame him. Fighting it off, he added, "Skylar, where's my .45? I'm going out even if no one else is coming. Someone needs to clean this place up. Skylar? Hans? Are you coming or do I have to go alone?"

" oh ur .45... about that i kinda emptied that..." i said as i headed for the door. "id be glad to clear da rest of da building tho." "Hans u coming?"

"Yes" said Hans, "though this time we stick together, no ones or we'll all end up like Jo, or even worse. Steve, you stay here, we need someone to preotect the Liberators don't we." He gave Steve his Vis. "Here you go, i am not going to need, I can only fire with one hand at the moment."

He and Skylar went out of the door, leaving Steve on his bed, with the door in easy view and three mags for Hans' pistol, as well as the one already in there.

The drowsiness threatened to overcome Steve, but he was getting better at fighting it. After he barricaded the door, he wearily looked over at Jessica, who was sleeping an exhausted sleep in her chair, and Joseph, who looked back grimly.

Soon, Steve himself did drift off for a little while. He was awake an hour later however, still clutching Hans' big pistol.

"Jacob," Steve said finally, after two hours had elapsed. "If I'm asleep and something happens, just start shooting. I'll wake up soon enough. But if I don't wake up...take this pistol, protect your sister and your brother and turn the beds over. They'll have a hard time getting over them."

Oddly enough, these were the last words he ever said to Jacob.

Soon, a group of moans issued from right outside the door.

hans crept around another corner, then held out his hand and motioned for Skylar to go forwards. Ahead was a big door, and they would go through it and clear the room that was behind it. This was the last room on the fourth floor, and the first, second and third had all been cleared in the smae way.They had offed around 30 zombies, and were now headed for another room, probably full of undead patients and doctors. Hans looked again, Skylar had his back up to the door, and was turning the handle of it. He opened the door, and Hans shot the first to get through in the head. Skylar moved back, and did the same. Beyond the two bodies was a room full of zombies.

Hans sighed, this was going to be a long day.

Ic: " hey Hans id back up if i were u, im launchin a solodix. I rolled the bomb into the center of the room and shot it. The result was a massive explosion that cleared most of the zombies. " your turn"
I said as i backed out of the room.

It had been four days since SSG G. left the store and headed south.
The 577 had enough fuel to get to Panama City. The wrecked
cars on the interstate made traveling slow. It appeared that most of the zombies had
moved into the cities. In Chattanooga there was a small group of them on
Interstate 75. Dalton Georgia was burning out of control and it reminded
him of history in grammer school and Shermans march to the sea. This
was SSG G.'s march to the sea. Plenty of seafood to live off of when the
canned stuff ran out. He kept using the radio trying to find anyone alive.

Hans opened his eyes again. He had closed them when the explosion had happened to keep his vision. The remaining zombies were on the floor, and getting up again. Using the last seven shots in his pisol and two bayonet slices, he finished them off.

"Nice one there, I thought we actually had a fight on our hands, anyway, kets go up again....or should we just go and make sure that the others are ok?" he said as he reloaded his pistol.

The APC rolled into Dothan Alabama. It was low on fuel and needed to be topped off.
SSG drove it through the town looking for diesel fuel and not
any attendants. Fuel was no problem but the town was crawling with the dead.

He found a BP station with a handful of zombies. The only problem was
there was no power in the town and the fuel would need to pumped
out by hand. Security would be a problem. It would be hard to pump
fuel and watch your back. It had to be done.

SSG. loaded the .45 with a fresh magazine plus one in the chamber.
He loaded the 30.06 and grabbed a box of shells. The M16a2 had a full
30 round mag plus one in the chamber.

He climbed into the commanders position and loaded the .50cal with a 100
round belt and waited for the Dawn.

Steve was ripped awake by, predictably, Jessica screaming. However, the monstrous roar of Jacob's Desert Eagle played a part.

He looked up and saw that maybe ten zombies were attacking the door, which was already bending in under the force of their attacks. He could see them through a gigantic, ragged hole in the old wood, where a zombie had punched straight through.

His hand went to his Vis as the zombies finally suceeded in breaking down the locked door. The first of them fell over the bed set there, but others literally walked up their fallen companion and came for Steve, who started shooting. His first bullet went straight through a zombie's skull, his second one did the same, his third one missed the head and got the chest, and then they were all over him, biting, tearing, ripping with their hellish teeth.

Steve, to his credit, managed to take down two more and snap the spine of another one before they reached his throat and tore it out. Dimly, through his mist of pain and terror, he realized he was screaming in intense agony.

As the zombies left him and went for Jacob and Jessica, the last thing Steve saw was Jacob, taking out four of them at point blank-range. Steve weakly tossed him the Vis, knowing what the teen would have to do.

Jacob looked down his sights, aimed at Steve's head, and killed him.

OOC: I might come up with another character, if its okay with you.

OOC: ahh not Steve?!?!?!?!?!? It's fine by me

Hans heard a scream echoing distantly when he and Skylar were on the stairs, accompanied bywhat sounded like the thud-thud of gunshots. Another sound joined in, a loud ripping and tearing. Hans started to run back down the staircase, to the first floor.

He could now hear another sound, a higher, more staccato gunshot noise. He quickened, his pace, then the higher shots stopped, and another 5 or 6 deeper ones sounded./ Then for a moment all was silent..... Suddenly another high pitched shot sounded out.

*******

Hans rocketed around the corner to be greeted by the sight of the door smashed down and gone. Jaob and Jessica were huddled up together, visibly shaking. When Hans got around the corner, Hans saw why. He turned quickly and took one of the spare heated blankets, long cold by now, and laid it over Steve. Then he retrieved his Vis and loaded it up again.

OOC: I hope you guys havn't killed me off during my absence. And Steve, I enjoyed your character's company. And I like how you RP so hopefully you'll make another character.

And when this RP finally ends, we can all go to my Resident Evil one I started up a month ago. Slots still open and you can make a custom character instead if you wish.

IC:

Joseph was feeling awkward as his eyes were blinking open. He noticed that his heavy equipment had been stripped from him, and noticed a lot of other things. Hans was standing over a blanket wrapped around something, with an odd red soaked spot twards the top. Jacob was shaking, because he had killed his first man but Joseph still didn't know that yet. Jessica was sobbing, pouting into her hands. It was as if no one realized Joseph had awakened. And thats when everything started comming to him. Where was Steve? Jacob...why was he shaking? What had happened here just now, where was Skylar? Joseph then assumed the worst that whoever was under the blanket was either Steve or Skylar, but Joseph knew which one exactly now..Steve always sat there. Thats when he realized a shot up zombie lay near him, and now Joseph had a pretty rough idea what had happened here.

Joseph - " Jacob...its okay.. "

That shocked everyone, because none of them knew he was awake. Jessica brought his shoes and socks over immediatly as Jacob was beginning to take Joseph's jacket off of himself.

Joseph - " No, keep it Jacob. "

Joseph had finished re-dressing and let Jacob keep the crude jacket on, with its slight blood stains and " Liberator " tag fading a bit. Joseph knelt over to Steve's body and told his two siblings to look away. He lifted the blanket off of the body that was once steve, there a grosteque bite mark lay on his neck and a whole straight through the middle of his forehead. He ripped his dog tags off and put them on his neck, kissing one of them. He had done this before because he had a sence of brotherhood among fellow soldiers. He thought up a quick prare in his head, just saying that he wants Steve to find his way up and not down. He then checked his pockets for ammunition, found some M4A1 clips, and covered his body back up.

Joseph - " So...is my gun still in the hallway? "

OOC: I'm touched. I really am. Ok, I'll think up another character and, yes, good Idea about the Resident Evil Rp. I've seen it a couple times, but it seemed to be unused.

Character Profile:
Name: Eric Dredston
Height: 6 feet, 3 inches
weight: 200 pounds
Age: 25
Eyes: dark hazel
Hair: Blonde. Dirty and matted with the riguers of being at sea.
Weapon: AK-47, 200 rounds. MP5, 400 rounds. Glock 9mm, 75 rounds.

Eric sat, cold and alone, on Fidel Castro's stolen yacht. Once, the boat had been pure white and gleaming; now it was scratched, the doors bloody, bullet holes in the wall.

Eric was coming from Cuba, but he was an American Delta Force operative, part of a unit stationed discreetly on the island to keep the effects of Castro's insanity to a minimum. The last he had seen of his former squad was his buddy Carl Andrews shooting wildly into a seethign mob of zombies, their bloody hands reaching for his throat.

He sighed and continued driving. In the distance, the shape of a Naval base began to form; an hour later, he hopped off the yacht and his feet touched dry soil. Then he saw the Zombies, and they saw him. He began to curse his luck... and thn, from inside the compound there came the sound of gunfire.

SSG G climbed down from the APC. Three zombies began their movement towards him.
He raised the 30.06 and fired a shot into the left temple of
a former telephone lineman. The zombies hardhat blew apart in a plastic
yellow crimson red gray matter spray. The blood misted onto the face of a
Krispy Kream delivery man. The Krispy Kream zombie seemed startled at first
then dragged his half eaten right leg behind him towards SSG G.
The first shot drew the attention of 40-50 more zombies.

SSG G climbed back on top of the 577 and pulled the charging handle of the
.50cal. He turned the gun on the crowd now headed his way. He fired a
Z pattern dropping 12 in the first burst. The 50cal jammed, he was forced
to use his 30.06 again.

Hans had loaded the Vis's again. "We really need to finish off our clearance sweep Skylar. Jo, can you stay here and guard ure brother and sister?"

He shoved the pistols back into his shoulder holsters, then reloaded the shotgun.

Eric moved fast, yanking out his Mp5 and retreating to the top of the yact. The nearest zombie got a three-shot burst in the head, as did the next half a dozen. Then, suddenly, they were all around him without appearing to move much. He emptied his clip, dropping three more zombies, and then escaped to the top of the yacht.

As the moans of the undead reached his ears from almost twenty feet below, he eyed the wall of the military complex. It was tall, reaching almost thirty feet, but the bow of the yacht was almost touching it. If he ran and made a flying leap...

...like this...

...He could snag it with his fingertips. Eric hung there for awhile, zombified hands clawing at empty air below him, then pulled himself up, scrambling onto a solid surface at last. There were no zombies in the base itself, he was pleased to see, at least not that he noticed. There may be some in the buildings, but those he could deal with.

He nimbly ran around the wide wall and dropped onto a taller building, and from dropped to the ground. The air was dead still--until a trio of shots, coming from a large, warehouse-type building to his left, broke the silence.

The 577 and converted water fuel buffalo were full of fuel. The refueling
ahd taken three hours and 100 rounds ofo .50cal, 75 rounds of 30.06
and three 30 round magazines from the M-16a2. Zombies lay all around the
BP.

The 577 was southbound to Panama City. SSG G called out over the
radio........is there anyone there?

Hans' hand was better now. He was walking around the room, looking out of boarded up windows, watching for any zombie activity. He was looking at the floor, and he heard a scrabbling coming from somewhere. He looked around, and saw a tall man pull himself up over the compound wall. He called Skylar over, then both began waving through the window. They unboarded it, then fired 3 shots to get the man's attention.

OOC: i could not think what other 3 shots u were on about with ure trio of shots...

[QUOTE= OOC: i could not think what other 3 shots u were on about with ure trio of shots...[/QUOTE]

OOC I guess it really dosnt matter...it could be anything

Eric Looked up and saw a big man waving at him through an open window. With him was a smaller man, carrying what looked like a big stick and a backpack.

He waved back and started toward the building. Entering, he saw that it was much like a hospital; there were old-fashioned cots all around. Zombies litttered the hallways, and there were bullet holes in the walls. Blood soaked the carpet, as well.

He walked a little ways, until he found a door that looked as though it had been battered down. When he stepped in, he saw three people, looking alike enough to be siblings. Another figure was wrapped up in a thin blanket. Corpses were strewn all over the room.

"What happened here?" Eric muttered, looking at the oldest of the siblings. That was when the big man and his friend walked up, returning from the window.

The 577 rolled down the interstate passing a sign that read Panama City 9
miles. Two more miles down the road there was a blockade with actual living
people manning the checkpoint.

The APC slowly approached the blockade. A man with a beard wearing leather
pants and a denim vest over a white tee shirt walked out to the APC and climbed up
to the drivers hatch. He was armed with a rifle, shotgun and
a couple of pistols. SSG. G cocked the .45 and laid the weapon close to the hatch.

(Nelson) Hello. My name is Sam Nelson, welcome to Panama City. The stranger said.
How many are traveling with you ?


(SSG G.) Just myself.

(Nelson) You are welcomed to stay with us. Every mile on in you will encounter road blocks.
We are building defenses as far out as we can to stop them from coming in. I think you will find
it rather nice here. We run the place and Otter is the main mother fucker in charge. You will need
to be briefed by Otter once you get to the city.

The man climbed down and raised his rifle dropping a zombie in the field.

The APC took off towards the next blockade.

Otter.....SSG G. thought who in the hell would name their kid Otter ?

"Zombies2 was all Hans could really be bothered to answer the tall man. He pushed the loose bullets into his mag, until the half eempty one was full again.
"My name is Hans, the family are the Liberators, he's Skylar, and that" he said pointing at the bloody mess "was Steve. We need to finish clearing this building of zombies, then fortify it to stop any others getting in. I will go, will anyone else help me?"

A grin broke across Eric's lips. "I would say I'm happy to finally see survivors, but..." he glanced at Steve, and at the dead zombies, "I'd have to use that term very loosely."

He nodded toward the Liberators. "Nice to meet you." He looked back at HAns. "Oh, and by the way, theres at least half a hundred zombies outside, probably more. If they get in,just imagine the fun we'll have fighting them off." He laoded up his AK and shouldered it. "Let's make sure they don't get in, shall we?"

When Hans agreed Eric said, "Okay, I'll try to take out some of them if you'll clear this place out. Deal?"

OOC: im back i took a break so yep.

Ic: As soon as i heard half a hunderd zombies outside a big smile spread across my face.
" I'd be glad to lessen the number of zombies outside, and i need to get rid of some of these ghetto explosives. I saw a few chemicals that i could use to make some higher quality ones. I said as i began pulling out some of the c4 and thermite grenades.
"So, shall we?" I said as i began to step tward the door.

"Yeh OK i'll clear the rest of the building with Joseph, if you're alright, if not, I can do it myself."

A small smile spread across my face as i stepped out into the open and saw the zombie horde. I had left my large pack inside and brought only the explosives that i could beter manufacture out of the hospitals supplies. I quickly pulled a thermite adn a c4 adn wrapped the small metal bottle in the thich white clay-like explosive. I then yalled "Fire in the hole" to warn the others as a threw teh large explosive into the middle of the largest zombies. Smile pretty now i said as i depressed the button to the detonator. The result was a blinding and defaning explosion in which around 20 zombies vaporised.
" Don't feel left out" I said mockingly to the other groups of zombies" You get presents too"
I then quickly pulled anoter thermite and primed it.
" Pull!" i said as i launched the explosive over the head of anoter group of zombies.
I quickly pulled my DE and hit it as it was about head level of the zombies. I smiled at the result and primed anoter C4 block. I rolled it into a ball shape adn stuck in the remote primer. I then rolled it into the center adn pressed the button. And was once again pleased with the result.
I then quickly returned inside adn yelled to Jacob to turn on the radio scanner on my computer adn check for any transmissions. Then i returned to teh outside and threw a few more thermite and c4 charges until i had finished off teh last of teh groups.
I returned inside adn began searching for supplies to make some more bombs.

The 577 cleared the last roadblock. SSG G. was now in the city.

The city was busy with bikers and street rods driving the streets.
There was a mix match group of people. On every corner there were
booths with advertising. In one booth the sign read "Kiss the lovely Miss.
Kitty only $5.00" Miss Kitty was a porn star.......now she looked like she
had been dead about three weeks and was missing her left forearm.

There were zombie fighting cages with gators and other wild animals
from a zoo.

It looked as if the normal towns people had been enslaved to perform
all the dirty tasks of cleaning and waiting on the rougher crowd.

The 577 came to a stop.

A heavily armed group of 10 men approached SSG. G. One spoke out
" You have to meet Otter in order to stay." SSG G. nodded yes.

"You can't take any weapons with you." SSG G. stared back in disbelief.

OOC:


Has the thread died ? (Not a zombie pun)

OOC:


Has the thread died ? (Not a zombie pun)


OOC: I dunno dude. I hope not; it was an awsome RP. Let's take a moment to pay tribute. :(

IM Back from holidays

OOC:


Has the thread died ? (Not a zombie pun)

I shall never let this thread die, a fight to the end :mp5: , VIVA LA THREAD!!!!

yeh :rolleyes: i had a spaz attack rite then im ok now

SSG. Agreed to leave the weapons behind and locked up the 577.
He was led down an alley, past a lot that had been converted into
a zombie / dog fighting pit. Tonight's event featured the former
county sheriff and a pit bull. Ahead there was a heavily fortified building.
Choppers were parked along the curb. A group of bikers were drinking beer
and wiping blood from sledge hammers and chain saws.


Otter was sitting behind a large wooden desk. Several skimpy clad women
were huddled around him. The smell of weed was present in the air.


Otter: Well what do we have here Rambo ? (laughter filled the room)
Where you going soldier ?

SSG G: Just trying to survive like everybody else. Though I had thought
of going to your moms house. I like it there. She make me sandwiches after
we have sex.

The room became quiet and tense. Otter cracked a smile.

Otter: You are my kind of people. You can hang here. You will need to work
your way up though. Everybody here works. The more you put in the less you do.
It is simple. Be a badass and coast along. Be a puss and scrub the streets
or whatever else need to be done.

SSG G: I think I'll pass. I'll move along.

Otter: The hell you will. This is like the Hotel California...You can check in anytime you like.....
but...you can never leave. You see I am starting to run out of entertainers for my crew.
If the crew ain't happy then I ain't happy. Buddy tell the pit bull it has the night off.
(Otter grabbed the dog tags around SSG G's neck) Kelly will fight the
cop. Oh and by the way Kelly..the pig is one mean dead dude.

OOC: Like the dude said, Viva la thread. I'm in this one until the end. Shester, we should proabably meet up sometime. Where are you again?

IC: Eric was impressed by the way the other survivors worked together. They were obviously part of a well-moulded team, a team that had been thrown together by necessity and forced to fight for their lives in a literal hell of a world. He smiled as their calm but fast preparations reminded him of his former Delta force team.

Eric made his way across the arbor and to the top of the wall. His AK was fitted with a leupold scope, which made it so much easier to mow down the zombies crowding to get at him on the other side of the wall. He took up a kneeling stance and sighted at random on one zombie, dropping it. Another shot and a second one fell.

"The crazy man with the explosives would be really helpfull right now," Eric muttered. He kept shooting.

OOC: crazy man i take offense to that, Im eccentric lol.
and once more for effect

VIVA LA THREAD!!!!!

IC: I still have a few explosives left I thought and there are plenty of supplies for more thatn I need. So I headed up for where I heard some gunshots of what I thought was the newcomer and decided to give him a helping hand.

OOC: Currently in Panama City Beach.

A couple of Bikers grabbed Kelly from behind. They spun him around in the direction of the cage. A loudspeaker blarred across the city.......Attention........tonights event has been changed........the pitbull has the night off and the new arrival will be taking his place.

Kelly was shoved into the cage. The door slammed behind him. A crowd began
to gather around the cage. A scaffold above the cage held a man with a
bucket. The man threw something from the bucket into the cage. It was a
finger. Then Kelly could hear the frantic sound of someone trying to get through a door directly in front of him.

Otter yelled...Joe throw that boy a snack....The man picked out another finger
and threw it behind the door. Kelly watched as the finger was snatched up
and devoured within seconds.

OC: And here was me thinking it was dead...... VIVA LA THREAD!!!!

IC: Hans ran upstairs to where he could here the new man shooting zombies. There was just one problem for Hans when he got up there; two pistols and a shotgun would be pretty shit at long range. He left again, determined to find a weapon somewhere.

He left through the back of a building, making sure that one of the Liberators re-barricaded the doors, and sprinted accross the ground, out of sight of any zombie, to a small cluster of buildings. He thought that this was a naval base, and it would be bound to have an armory if it was.

Hans soon found a building that had all the signs of an armoury. It had the nuclear precautions against the weapo0ns being taken without the right codes, but as Hans rounded the corner he saw that zombies had already screwed that up so he was in no danger. He walked in and calmly selected an LSW of the British Army. He had no idea why it was here, but it was. With it's longer than usual barrel he would be able to homne his accuracy downb to pinpoint destruction, or fire all of it's 30 bullet mag. in just under 3 seconds. He was happy. He collected up 5 mags, and filled them all. Then he turned and hurried back towards the gunshots.

c

Quit spamming, now.

IC: Due to the extended nature of this infestation, the ministry of foriegn affairs has decided to send two Marine Cadets there for CB and Guerrilla warfare training, to investigate the properties of the outbrake (including how it spreads, immunization, cures, and how to best kill them) and to lend limited assistance.

OOC: These are test tube babies, clones if you will, think those white helmet dudes from star wars.

"Grunt 1" "Goner"
Hieght: 6 ft
Weight:200 lbs
Hair: none
frame: muscular but no chubby
Weapon: CM-16 5.65 mm assault rifle, 4 THGs and 4 FHGs
5 30 rd clips of "regular" ammo
2 30 rd clips "blue" sniper/AP ammo
One extra barrel
2 extra choke tubes
Bayonet
Shovel (bury some dead)

"Grunt 2" "Gato"
Hieght: 6 ft
Weight:200 lbs
Hair: none
frame: muscular but no chubby
Weapon: CM-16 5.65 mm assault rifle, 4 THGs and 4 FHGs
5 30 rd clips of "regular" ammo
2 30 rd clips "blue" sniper/AP ammo
One extra barrel
2 extra choke tubes
Bayonet
Shovel

OOC: For other info please look up my embassy! (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=443280)

Over the horizon a very pecular sight appeared. It looked like a pair of hang gliders and soudned like a lawn mower race, then a round thing fell.

It burst then blew up, it was an FAE, clearing a small drop zone in the streets.

then two more things fell, then parachutes opened, they did not blow up, instead they deflated their chutes and repacked as the planes circled and provided covering fire.

When all was done they waved to the planes, which dipped their wings and flew home.

Goner looked around and said: " we better get moving, thse zombies look like they've seen this before."

Gato: "Alright, you take that house and I take this one!"

"No, splitting up would be a VERY DUMB idea at this point"

Gato shoots a zombie right before it takes a bite from Goner's neck.
"yeah, you wouldn't last one minute without me!"

"Shut up and let's go already!"
And so they fixed bayonets and attacked the nearest building and started shooting (will ask questions later).

OOC: Is it too late to join? like is the thread dead? or can i still join in? (This is my first real attempt at joining an RP, please understand if i mess up)


Characters for if i can join
Name: Sinerian Askari
Age: 23
Job: PD Recruit
Location: Hiding near an infested naval port (near you guys)
Weapons: 9mm Glock, 3 clips, 50 extra rounds
Bio: It was just another day on the job, a report of some rioters got out, 2 hours later everything went straight to hell, undead freaks eating the living, then the victims returning from the dead to do just the same thing, Sinerian managed to find shelter in an abandoned 2 level house near a zombie infested naval port, he is with 1 other survivor, Dejera Hopeshot, his partner and superior officer.


Name: Dejera Hopeshot
Age: 29
Job: PD Officer
Location: Hiding near an infested naval port with Sinerian Askari
Weapons: 1911 Colt .45, 2 extra clips, 75 extra rounds
Bio: It was just another boring day on his god-forsaken job, a report of some rioters got out, 2 hours later everything went straight to hell, undead freaks eating the living, then the victims returning from the dead to do just the same thing only seeming to get stronger, faster, more deadly, Dejera managed to escape to shelter in an abandoned 2 level house near a zombie infested naval port, he is currently hiding with, Sinerian Askari, his partner.


Supplies: 2 weeks of food and water, 1 working radio with a 3 day battery.
Nearby Zombie Threat Level (NZTL): Surprisingly low, 2-5 nearby at the most if they do nothing to attract attention.

They were lucky that they decided to raid the first house, rather than blow it up with a Thermobaric Hand Grenade (THG, solid/liquid state FAE)

They found the room crawling with hangers on, they did not look too plaesed to see them, since Goner and Gato pretty much moweed down the first 20 people inside.

"Everyone hands over your heads and face the wall, NOW!"

"Will someone please explain what is going on here?"

While Gato was interagating the group, Goner noticed a few zombies in cages, and planned to keep them for research, he also noticed a band of bikers barge in the back door with guns, and a soldier about to wrestle with a zombie, so to kill two birds in one go, he shoots the zombie and levels his gun on the thugs

"DROP YOUR WEAPONS NOW!"

They stand there, cock their guns and level it.

Goner tosses a grenade at them, everyone ducks for cover, except Goner,
Who rushes the men and proceeds to beat them unconcious

"Stupid clowns! Next time remember that I have to pull the pin to arm a Grenade!"

Goner now tied up the thugs as Goto covers him, once finished they start interrogations.

Starting with the man in the cage.

OOC: Is it too late to join? like is the thread dead? or can i still join in? (This is my first real attempt at joining an RP, please understand if i mess up)
NO, you did it perfectly. The only problems I forsee are that this thread seems pretty much dead, and considering the nature of this thread, it doesn't have a terribly knowledgeable cast. Take The Zombies Hehehe for instance, at least I believe it's him, he portrays a person that is sixteen years old and an American citizen in a standard suburban home, now, his character is supposedly an expert in explosives and computers, while being a mercenary at the same time. Taking into consideratioon American culture, this is quite impossible. In the culture he chose to have his character grow up in at that age being an expert in either of those fields is very iffy, but both of them impossible. Now, I also notices he uses compounds that are made up, and things that I know wouldn't work just with common knowledge, and having dabled in explosives myself. (note, I'm not saying I'm an expert, jsut that I have messed with these things before) Early on he claimed his character carried around Napalm Grenages (I assume he meant grenades) Now if you have any knowledge of napalm, you know that a napalm grenade wouldn't work. Napalm is baisically jellified gasoline, and with the nature of Napalm an amount that could be carried around in a grenade wouldn't be very effective against anything except small rodents. Moving on past the grenages, he also claimed very early on that he made a car blow up by shooting it's gas tank. Now in order to make a car blow up several things must happen first, and the likely hood of this happening are slim to none. TO make a car blow up, without setting up explosives first, the amount of gasoline inside the tank has to be exactly equal to the abount of gasoline evaporated in the air outside of the car. Moving past the whole explosives bit, a sixteen year old American is not going to be a mercenary. A mercenary is a profesional soldier, somone who makes his life on the battlefield. If someone is going to have any success on the battle field, they must have intense training in battlefield like situations, and even then the most intense simulations never do the real thing justice. Given the American culture the likely hood of having a mercenary younger than twenty five is impossble given he was born and raised in America. Now I joined this RP in hopes that I, along with a friend, could teach the RP'ers something abotu making their posts sound realistic, even with a character that isn't jsut a standard person. Now I know my characters, if you look at their bios, may seem impossible, but given the culture of my country they work out perfectly. If your really curious TG me and I'll explain more about my country.

Now, I highly suggest against you joining this RP, becasue your bio alone showed so much promise, much more than you would ever achieve messing around in this RP. But in the end you will decide to heed my warnings or not, and ultimatly you'll either grow, or shrivel and die right here.

Damn, this RP looked really cool and i wanted to join it :( well i read about someone mentioning that he had a Resident Evil RP going, where is that if this RP is dead?

All OOC:
Well, if the thead is dead, I would have no fear or remorse to carpet bomb the place. Yippee, 5 ton FAEs (LPG railroad cars)!

But I'll give them time, anyhow I'll have to come up with a way to get out of the bar, then the city in one piece.

I could just edit it so that the grunts arrived to late to save him, or opt to chuck a THG inside the house (seen footage of these things, urban fighter's best friend and foe, that's why they have 10 second delay fuses, rather than 3)

Kelly reached into his boot and pulled out a straight razor. The zombie charged
him. The zombie grabbed Kelly by the left arm. Kelly brought the razor upward
with a thrust to the bottom of the chin. The zombie stumbled back. The razor
was stuck in the roof of his mouth.


Kelly ran for the other side of the cage.

Suddenly a shot rang out and splattered the cops skull.

Kelly looked to see where the shot came from.

OOC: So if i can't join just say so, ignore this post if i can't


IC: Sinerian and Dejera had been stuck in the house for about 4 days now.
"Try the radio again." Dejera commanded while looking out the window, he spotted a pregnant woman with her stomach/groin area looking as if a scene from Aliens or something, the whole sight unsettled Dejera as he continued to look around,
"Nothing on the radio yet, but i'll keep trying." said the younger police officer in the room, Sinerian, him and Dejera had seen some pretty disturbing things the last few days and so far they thought they were the only survivors.
"Hey maybe someones still alive in that naval base, you and me both have been hearing gunfire on and off coming from its direction." Sinerian piped nervously, "Maybe you have a point Sinerian, ok lets pack up half our supplies and see if we can make it into the base, if not there is a small house 1/2 way between us and the base, we could hold there if it gets nasty."

After finishing up securing the area, Goto starts burning the dead, (in an attempt to kill the disease)

Goner walks up to the man in the cage

"I would be very grateful to learn some information on how to best handle this ... infestation, firstly by asking what is your name?

"Kelly..." as he stands there wondering what will happen next.

"We saw an armoured vehicle outside, do you have the keys?"

"Yes..."

"Now, if I let you out of this cage will you be useful or should we just leave you here with your playmate?"

"I'll be useful, needed someone to man the .50s anyways..."

"Do you have a gun?"

"Not on me but I can get it."

"Will you put that ridiculous knife away, it won't do much good against something that won't feel pain"

Kelly puts his razor back into his boot, Goner opens the cage, burns the cop, Kelly gets his gun.

Gato: " What should I do about these clowns?"

Kelly: " Shoot them..."

"Seems an awful waste of bullets, we could just let the zombies take care of them."

"No, Kill them. No more questions"

"Alright, have it your way, I might as well salvage some of these guns myself, mostly shotguns though..."

They leave, Goto turns around, takes a Thermobaric Grenade from his belt, pulls the pin,

"You might want to get in that APC and get moving."

<<<Edited storyline to conform with Shester>>>

"Fire in the hole"
He tosses the grenade into the house

Sgt G. Kelly: "Thanks for saving my ass back there. Follow me back to the APC and we will get out of here"

Once the trio arrived at the 577 location, SSG. G climbed on top and unlocked
the drivers hatch.

'The good Sgt': "You guys wait there. I'll drop the back ramp and you can climb aboard"

Before they knew it, the sgt was pointing a rifle at them, Gato raised his rifle to defend himself but was shot in the head, his bullts sprayed everywhere, one hit the waterbuffolo, causing a leak; Goner pulls a pin on one of his grenades before falling as well to a well aimed shot in the head.

A full bttle of vodka and three shot glasses roll out of Goner's pack, these were to celebrate first contact with non infected personel.

<<<The later part of the post does not happen, as you will see later:>>>

Goner and Kelly get into the 577 and start it up.

"Fire in the Hole!"

He tosses the grenade into the house and jumps into the idling 577, which then accelarates as fast as it can, and after what seems to be an eternity,

Kelly asks: "Did you take care of them?"

In reply the roof and walls of the house blew out, and it rained body parts onto the APC roof for the next minute.

"Not bad for our first day, eh?"

Before Kelly could respond, the radio crackled:

<<<<"Hello? is anybody there? Anybody at all?">>>>

But before anyone could reply the line went to static.

"So what was that about?"

"I don't know and don't care, that was not an Army frequency, you must

have screwedup the settings when you hopped in, idiots."

"If it was not for us "idiots" you'd most likely be those bikers next form of entertainment! How do you get suckered into leaving your gun behind anyways?"

To this Kelly did not respond.

OOC: So if i can't join just say so, ignore this post if i can't
I'm not saying you can't join, I'm just saying their are better RP's that someone of your quality could join. I mean having read this thing from start to what is current, most people don't show half the potential you have.

OOC: In the future let me respond for my characters actions. There are reasons why he is in Panama City Beach.

IC: Thanks for the backup. Who are you ?

(This post should not exist, but is kept in case the good confused Sgt changes his mind)

"My name is Gato, this here is Goner. We are PROHT's Bio Engineered Marines on a training mission, PROHT has decided that this would be the perfect place to test their first batch of super soldiers, us, a great PR boost for our country, and to find applicable uses of this disease for our government, imagine, armies of troops that never need to eat and never tire out, of course we'll have to solve the side effect, intellegence drops to approxamatly 25 IQ and motabolism hits an all time low, but once those are solved we may have the world's greatest army. Another use would be to find countermesures and a way to weaponize it, but currently PROHT has its own stock of weapons that cause mass riots, and is far more easier to control, personally I see this as an exercise more than anything else."

"Did we forget to mention that this is our first training mission?"

"So far, burning the bodies seems to be the only way to kill the disease, and post-post-post mortem the disease becomes airborne, via decaying particles inhaled into the lungs, at least that is what we have been told, we would like to learn more about the charcteristics of this disease. Mind if we borrow these?"

Gato then proceeds to take the two Winchester SX2 12 gauges, and gives one to Goner.

"Did I mention that Gato here is a complete newb when it comes to dealing with people who are not walking corpses?"

Goner then produces a bottle of Vodka and three shot glasses.

OOC: if you did not want me blowing up the bar then say so, heck I can still make it so that Otter is still alive and his usual messed up self, and all his biker buddies are trying to make nicy nice with their new captors so that they don't get killed, or simply slam them all into cages and let them "play". I could also land into another city, but that would take a lot of editing.

still ooc:
Kelly also seems to be a typo, most of the thread he is referred to as Staf sergeant G., unless corrected, will assume Staff Sgt G. Kelly. is Character's name, Gato and Goner look identical and are both raw test tube cadets, and are expendable, they have specialized sniper/assualt rifles (with extra barrel extension; the CM-16 is an "improved" copy of the old M-16 to M-16a2 series and fires same ammunition).
OOC
Panama City is on the coast of Florida, are you trying to link up with McKegan, he is 5 or 6 miles east across the bridge at Naval Coastal Systems Center; or the airport 4 miles north, or Tyndall air force base ten miles south?

I'm not saying you can't join, I'm just saying their are better RP's that someone of your quality could join. I mean having read this thing from start to what is current, most people don't show half the potential you have.
OOC: Wow thanks for the comment :) so what other RP would you suggest i join?

OOC: Wow thanks for the comment :) so what other RP would you suggest i join?
I would suggest one that has a literary standard above "Wow, u R so g00d." I haven't really been searching through the RP's due to time constraints (which is why I haven't started one myself) so I couldn't make any real good suggestions, but I'll do a quick search for you, jsut to get you in the right direction. I'll TG you if I find any good ones.

OOC: I sent that TG

well Fortune this place DOES have better then "W0w u r s0 g00d" literary standards BUT you have a good point, i'll look elsewhere first ok?

OOC
Did the thread die again?
Ah, and I was going to give abot 500 zombies some "public education"
Pretty obvious that Zarlon has found another thread and moved on.

OOC
Did the thread die again?
Ah, and I was going to give abot 500 zombies some "public education"
Pretty obvious that Zarlon has found another thread and moved on.
Yeah, he left, and From personal experience, I would suggest you move on too, because A)this thread is pretty advanced in it's time, and B) If anyone came back to RP it would be you and the Zombies Hehehe, and personally I was never impressed with his RP'ing ability. Mainly because it was blatently obvious that half the things he did would never work.

OOC
Are you suggesting that I should carpet bomb Panama City and move on?
Because if you are suggesting I run away from these zombies, I'm not leaving until I get closure!

OOC
Are you suggesting that I should carpet bomb Panama City and move on?
Because if you are suggesting I run away from these zombies, I'm not leaving until I get closure!
just carpet bomb the freaking city, I don't think anyone will care anymore

Wow i feel really stupid now. Thanks alot :dodgy:
I told you it was my first RP and at least im more realistic than jedis. Yall are even worse than small talk. :(

I think it is far too late to res this.

I can't remember where I left off.

SSG G: Thanks for saving my ass back there. Follow me back to the APC and we will get out of here.


Once the trio arrived at the 577 location, SSG. G climbed on top and unlocked
the drivers hatch.

SSG G: You guys wait there. I'll drop the back ramp and you can climb aboard.

SSG G reached into the drivers hatch and grabbed his M-16a2 rifle. He flipped
the switch to burst and took aim at the duo that had just rescued him.
He pulled the trigger and hit them both in the head with several shots.

It dawned on him......they would never control him again.

He started up the 577 and drove to the East of Panama City.

Closure at last! Closure at last! Hallalluja, closure at last!

BTW, Goner pulled a pin on one of his grenades. :D

Hope you have your running shoes on, you have three seconds.

And there is that Thermobaric cooking off in the bar...
(see edited post page 23 for details)

OOC
Why wouldn't one of them justjump in the gunner's hatch with you if they were in such a hurry (bar is about to blow up, remember?) they would not wait for you to unroll any fancy welcomeing, what would you have done then? A firefight inside the APC would be bloody.

[Should have just drove away, now you'll either be: fragged (by the fragmation grenade,unlikely that you'll close the rear door in time), fried (by the demolition of the bar, unlikely you'll get the APC far away enogh and will be buried in rubble), or eaten (that navy base is deserted, no signs of life in weeks)] :headbang:

That is what I love about games, don't like an outcome, appeal for a "do over".

And don't forget you are lugging a water buffolo full of fuel.

May this thread Rest in Peace.

Long live those who died on this thread (as zombies)

Come to think of it, I'll just settle for them all resting in peace

If nobody objects, Multi-national carpet bombing shall commence, followed shortly after by large scale recolonization.

Have a Nice Day :)

And

Sorry for the Inconvienance.

Prime Minister Wimptastic,
PROHT embassy, Notoorough, People's Republic of Hurtful Thoughts

OOC: Actually the Zombies was a simple merc. a Polish guy yeh? No amazingly good guy with xomputers or anything, just an elite polish soldier, yeh.

This is the Zombies, but in my new account

I personally want to keep this going. anyone with me?

Sure, but my guys are dead (bullet holes to the head, fragged), and my government sees no point in wasting more lives in the matter, however, it will allow others to play woth the zombies.

Also, Staff Sgt. G. Kelly is MIA, assumed to be heavily wounded, burned, and buried under a bar. Of course that is just a guess, he's pulled through a lot worse.

OOC: Now the fun begins haha

IC: Hans jumped away, the rest of the world was ok, but not the City.

He sprinted as a massiveo hugeo bomb droped towards the city.

He was flying for a short while after the bomb exploded, then a massive crater and.......nothing.

You'll soon be greated by all those who left before you, and will be given a medal and 100 MHtz spend as you please, don't sue us now for blowing up your fair city.

Woohooo

Thanks!!

by the way, how much is 100 Mhtz in US $, cos i want to transfer it into myt bank account :D

Exchange Rate: 1.1351 Mhtzs = $1
100/1.35= $74.07 thousand
Hope your happy witth that sum, and since Panama City has such little capital, you are now the richest man alive in the city\suburbs, you may buy any home for $5 each (the cost to send in a mop-up squad to kill any remaining zombies and evict any other survivors by force).

OOC: Funky, thanks very much

PROHT has had some deflation, now has a rate of 1 Mhtz = $1.20 you might want to start trading monetary units, you might get another $100 out of this, start a breachside paradise, and live large.