NationStates Jolt Archive

Location: Nairobi, Kenya
Time: 3:18 PM, Local Time
Hour of Infection: 1

Chris Morgan was a hunter who lived in the suburbs of Nairobi. He had grown up in Kreynoriapolis, in Hawaii, and his family had moved to Nairobi when he was 8 years old. Growing up, he had always had a love for nature, and since he acquired his license, a passion for hunting. He had always complied by the laws, and had turned in his kills to feed the poor. He had always believed that by hunting, he was helping prevent overpopulation.

Now, he had returned from his latest hunting trip, where he had been hunting zebras, which were overpopulating the Kenyan Serengeti. But he had returned without a kill and without his prized rifle. Instead, he bore a mysterious wound on his right upper arm. He had bandaged it with a strip torn off his shirt.

When he had gone to the hospital, they had unwrapped the wound. It was a bite, a deep bite. It had clotted quickly, and the wound was discolored, a sort of brown-purple.

"What happened?" asked one of the doctors.

"Obviously, he missed his shot and his quarry left him a gift before running off," said another.

"No," said Chris, "I was hunting zebras."

"Zebra bites don't look like this," said the first doctor.

"Zebras don't bite," said the second doctor matter-of-factly. "In fact, this doesn't even look like an animal bite."

"It was...savage," said Chris. The normally strong man looked frail, and it seemed as if any second now he may slip into unconciousness.

"What was savage?" said the first doctor, who was now cleaning the wound.

"Look at the wound. It looks like a human bite. He means it was a savage," said the second doctor, obviously the smarter of the two.

"Yesss..." said Chris, eyelids fluttering.

The two doctors went about the normal routine for dealing with an injured person.

"Does the wound still hurt?" asked the first doctor.

"Of course it does," said the second doctor, "Look how deep it is."

"I was asking the patient," said the first doctor, annoyed.

"Yessss. It hurts like hell," said Chris, struggling to remain concious.

While the first doctor inserted an IV needle into the back of Chris' hand, the second one examined the wound more closely.

"This is unusual. This is a human bite. The human mouth is packed with bacteria, even more than a dog's. And yet the wound doesn't seem to be infected at all."

"Why do you think that is?" asked the first doctor.

"If I knew, do you think I would be mentioning it all? There was something, unusual about the person who bit this man," said the second doctor, not knowing what an understatement he had made...

Location: Nairobi, Kenya, Emergency Room
Time: 7:22 PM, Local Time
Hour of Infection: 5

The patient was not doing well. Despite the doctors' best attempts, his condition had grown worse. He was now running a fever of 103 degrees Farenheit, had vomited several times, and complained of chills and acute pain in his joints.

The doctors had stitched the wound and had drugged Chris up with large amounts of morphine in an attempt to relieve the pain. Nothing seemed to work. Although Chris had seemed about ready to drop dead any moment in the last few hours, he had remained just barely concious.

Chris' wife, parents, brother, and two sisters had all come to stay by him. The doctors opposed this at first, but by law they were allowed to stay, so long as they did not interfere with his treatment or exceed the room's safe occupancy limits.

The two doctors had been joined by a host of other medical personnel. Chris' wife had busied herself in the mountain of paperwork she would need to sign for their insurance company.

The doctors predicted that Chris had a good chance of living and should be out of the hospital by tomorrow. One of these predictions was correct, and the other wrong...

Location: Nairobi, Kenya, Emergency Room
Time: 10:31 PM, Local Time
Hour of Infection: 8

Despite the hospital staff's best efforts, the wound seemed to refuse treatment. Chris had remained concious all this time, and had complained that the infected area had become numb. Later on, he reported numbing of his extremities as well.

His fever had gone up to 106 degrees, he was suffering dementia, and he was losing muscle coordination. The doctors were startled by the worsening of his condition. This infection seemed unique, the first of its kind.

Further examination of the bite had revealed that an extraordinary amount of pressure had been applied, definitely above the norm for a human bite, but not beyond the physical limits of the average human.

Furthermore, the doctors had discovered foreign substances in the wound. When analyzed, it proved to be highly congealed saliva. This was normal for a bite wound. But why was it so congealed?

Anaylysis of the subject's blood proved that there was some sort of virus in it. But the doctors were unable to identify it, and since it was a virus, they could not combat it directly with antibiotics. Since it was unknown, there was no vaccine to stimulate the body's response against it. The virus seemed to be collecting in the cells of the brain's frontal lobes. All viruses use human cells for reproduction. The cells are destroyed in the process. So this was some sort of brain-destroying virus. But what was it? And how could this mystery killer be fought?

Location: Nairobi, Kenya, Emergency Room
Time: 1:24 AM, Local Time
Hour of Infection: 11

Nothing the doctors tried could stop the virus, nor could it alleviate the symptoms. In fact, they got worse. Chris' fever and dementia continued to rise, his muscle coordination only got worse, and he said that he simply felt numbness all over his body.

Worse still, he was starting to lose muscle functions. Already, he was suffering from lower body paralysis, and couldn't sit up or stand without assistance. And his heart rate was dipping dangerously low.

The virus continued to destroy his brain cells, but there was nothing that could be done about. It is a frustrating feeling, being helpless. The doctors, in an effort to keep a mask of professionalism over their defeat, assured Chris and his relatives that he would be okay. Privately, they had confided in his wife that it would be a good idea to start making funeral arrangement. Nodding tearfully, she left.

The hospital staff phoned the morgue, telling them to have a hearse ready to come.

Location: Nairobi, Kenya, Emergency Room
Time: 6:30 AM, Local Time
Hour of Infection: 16

Chris had finally lost conciousness. He had elapsed into a coma, with his body functions at the minimum necessary to sustain life. The hospital staff continued to study the virus. More unusual activity was going on. The virus seemed to be mutating the brain cells, not killing them. Of course, the doctors had no idea what would happen, nor the catastrophic results that would follow...

Location: Nairobi, Kenya, Emergency Room
Time: 10:45 AM, Local Time
Hour of Infection: 20

The patient was dead. His heart had stopped, and his brain activity was at zero. The Morgans were busy weeping Chris' death, and the doctors were phoning the morgue as well as the national Department of Health. They would be interested in knowing about this new virus, which doctors had dubbed Solanum.

Location: Nairobi, Kenya, Outside Mercy Hospital
Time: 1:18 PM, Local Time
Hour of Infection: 23

The subject had been placed in a body bag, and was being carried out to the hearse. But something strange was happening.

The two body bearers heard noise coming from the bag and felt movement. Panicking, one of them dropped the head end of the bag onto the pavement. The other set the foot end down slowly.

The bag started shaking, and a hand tore out of it, like in some old horror movie. The skin was gray and mottled, and a horrid smell rose to greet the two hospital employees.

There was more tearing, and Chris' head rose out of the bag. It stared blankly ahead. One of the body bearers screamed. The head turned sharply to face him. The body had now climbed out of the bag entirely. It raised its arms, dropped its jaw, and let out a hellish moan, which was answered by the terrified screams of the body bearers.

Chris started to shamble towards the first body bearer. He stood, frozen with fear, shaking like a leaf in the wind, mouth open in a silent scream. Chris lurched forward, grabbed onto the body bearer's shoulders, pulled him close, and bit a knob of flesh out of his neck.

The man started to gurgle. Blood gushed out of the wound, soaking both the body bearer and the man who had bitten him. The other body bearer had recovered from his temporary paralysis, screamed, "Zombie!!!!!!!!!!" and started to run. The zombie turned towards him, and like a homing missile, emitted that horrible moan and started to shamble after the man...

The valet at the front desk of the lobby looked outside after hearing screaming. Lying on the front pavement was a man, blood gushing from a neck wound, and next to him the body bag ... EMPTY AND TORN OPEN! The hearse was gone, and she saw the deceased subject chasing the other body bearer down the street!

The valet phoned the police and frantically told a passing doctor about what she had seen. It was the first doctor who had treated Chris. His eyes grew wide and he went to get help.

Within minutes, a team of paramedics had hauled in the corpse, and had found a human bite in its neck.

Looking out the front, the valet saw three police officers run by, guns drawn...

People on the sidewalk quickly moved out of the way of the screaming body bearer and his undead pursuer. It would be a nightmare to keep this hushed up. If this did not grow into a bigger problem that it already had...

The body bearer, however, tripped and fell, scraping up his elbows, forearms, and palms. He looked over his shoulder, wide-eyed, and saw a gray-skinned face...

The zombie grabbed the body bearer, nails digging into flesh, and then sunk its teeth deep into the screaming man's right shoulder.

By now, the three police officers had caught up with the zombie. One of them called out, "Stop! Put your hands in the air!" The man was of African descent, and had a deep and commanding voice.

The zombie spun around, dull, glazed eyes locking with the dark brown eyes of the policeman. Its mouth opened, and it let out a devilish moan that chilled the three cops and scores of bystanders to the bone...And it started to shamble towards them.

"I said halt," said the cop, in a voice that could normally break up a fight faster than gunfire. But the zombie took no notice, and only shambled closer.

"I will shoot," said the officer, both hands on his pistol, aiming straight at the monster's heart.

But the zombie continued to moan and limp closer. The other two officers lacked the first one's courage, and their hand were shaking wildly, sweat drenching their foreheads. "St-stop," stammered one.

The zombie did not respond. Then one of the shaky officers fired his pistol, and then the other one did. The black cop was surprised at the effect, or rather, lack of it that his comrades' shots had on the zombie.

Which was precisely nothing. Both shots had entered its torso: one perforated a lung, the other shot through the monster's gut. The bullet holes showed the hits, the creature's reaction did not. In fact, the zombie did not react at all.

The other two officers continued to fire, but their hands shook so violently that their fire was wildly erratic. One shot hit the zombie's arm, another hit the torso, and another grazed the arm of a bystander. The zombie was close now, and the black officer fired three shots, all of which struck the monster's heart. But it did not even slow.

Instead, it grabbed the officer's arm, pulled him close, and bit deeply into his upper arm. The cop screamed in pain, and tried to free himself from the monster's grasp, but it was no use.

The crowd, gasping, started to flee in all directions. The other two officers' shots were so erratic that two more innocent bystanders had been hit. One of them began radioing for backup. But then a hand, cold as concrete in the winter, grabbed his shoulder, dirty, worn nails piercing his skin, and the zombie bit his neck. The last policeman, with his erratic hand, managed an accidental head shot. The zombie collapsed, its horrible moan ceased, and it stopped moving. It was dead. But the threat was not...

It was amazing how quickly this little incident had been covered up. The government had used bribes and threats to keep eyewitnesses shut up, and the Department of Media's official response was that the whole incident was a "cult killing." Of course, a few people might blab, but it would never become publicly accepted knowledge. It was all over, or so they thought. But screaming and moaning could be heard coming out of the local morgue, and later on banging on the doors...

A 22-year old man, Jacob Baker, was taking an evening stroll, as he liked to do. His evening had been pleasant; they always were. But today, as he was walking past the morgue, he heard unpleasant sounds. Moaning. An unearthly moan. He had never heard anything like it in his life. He wondered for a moment if the morticians had been performing some sick experiment. No, he thought, they never do that. As he came closer, he heard banging on the front door. Already, the door was starting to buckle.

"Hello?" asked Jacob weakly. The moan seemed to double in its intensity, as did the banging. Then, the door cam crashing down, a dark fist hovering for a moment in the air. Now, the moaning could be heard at its full volume. People started to shamble out of the place, Jacob wondered if they were hurt. He cautiously walked a little bit closer. There was more than one figure, at least ten, maybe fifteen.

"Excuse me," started Jacob, but in the dim light of the stars and street lamps he saw at least a dozen heads turn to face him. The moaning grew louder, and the people started to walk towards him. Shambled, actually.

Jacob felt the adrenaline rush, and turned to run. He ran down the street, screaming as loud as he could, arms flailing, looking in all the world like Captain Jack Sparrow in the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie, fleeing a tribe of cannibals.

But there were three key differences. First of all, this was a young man running for his life, not merely acting. Second, he was being chased by a horde of flesh-eating zombies rather than a horde of flesh-eating humans, and thirdly, this was not merely a movie; it was really happening.

Lights went on all up the street, and several people leaned out the windows to tell Jacob to shut up. But when they saw the zombie horde, slowly but surely shambling after him, phones were whipped out and people started dialing 911.

The police response to this was to send six riot officers in to break up what was believed to be a mob. A mob it was, but not of humans.

The officers quickly formed a line, riot shields forming a wall, visors covering their faces, automatic pistols at the ready.

"Help me!" cried out Jacob, who was begin to slow out of exhaustion. His cry could barely be heard over the collective moan of the zombies.

"Halt!" called out the officers to the "mob." Of course, absolutely nothing happened. "Halt," they called again, this time through a megaphone. Again, the zombies showed no reaction.

One of the officers fired a warning shot over the air. By this time, an exhausted Jacob had been allowed through the riot line.

"Halt or we shoot," called the officer with the megaphone. The zombies continued to shuffle forward, about fifteen to twenty yards away.

"Fire!" said the officer, and the riot officers fired a hail of bullets into the zombies. Riot officers were trained to shoot their target in the arm or leg to incapacite, rather than kill. Although the rounds struck their mark, the zombies did not even seem to notice, and no blood flowed from their wounds.

"Keep firing!" said the officer with the megaphone, and they did, with no effect on the zombies. One of the officers had drawn a Patriot MP submachine gun and was firing point blank at the zombies, but since his shots were aimed at the torso, chunks of flesh were blown off, but the zombies did not stop.

By now, the zombies were at close-quarter range, and the officers had pulled out tonfas and batons to fight in melee. But their weapons lacked the power to break the skull of a zombie, as they were designed for dealling nonlethal damage, and so were useless. The zombies, ignoring blows from tonfa and baton, grabbed hold of the riot officers, pulled them in, and bit.

Soon each of the riot officers had three or four zombies crowding over him, all tearing his flesh. The zombies took no notice of one another, and their were no battles over kills. Instead, they simply each grabbed onto a man and pulled him in to bite, resulting in the men being literally torn limb from limb.

By now, one self-appointed vigilante had run out onto the street, wielding a 12-gauge shotgun and Magnum pistol. He fired the shotgun, putting a solid slug through one of the monsters; it broke its spinal column, and the ghoul went crashing to the ground.

But it was not dead. Pulling itself along with its hands, it started to crawl towards the man. The man fired two more solid slugs into the crowd of zombies: one of them went through a zombie's abdomen, blowing out its guts and showering the street in congealed bodily fluids and undigested human meat. The other one had its head blown off, and crumpled to the ground, dead.

But before the man could fire off another shot, a zombie grabbed the gun. This was not intentional; it meant to grab onto the man's arm or shoulder. But the man hurriedly let go, ran back, pulled out his pistol, and fired a shot; it struck the zombie who had grabbed the gun in the thigh. It did nothing.

The zombie had dropped the shotgun and joined the mob of shambling ghouls converging upon their prey. The last thing that man felt was cold, rotting hands grabbing his limbs and dirty, worn teeth biting into his flesh...

12 hours later...

The battle had escalated substantially. The zombie horde had grown with every person bitten. Hundreds of zombies prowled the streets of Nairobi, devouring anyone who dared walk the streets.

There would be no covering up this battle, this war, between the living and the dead. The Department of Media had sent reporters to the besieged Nairobi to film the battle. The official explanation for the zombies was a virus mutated by radiation. Partially true.

Locked in battle against the zombies were the city police, the National Guard, and regular Army units, joined by scores of civilian vigilantes, many of them armed with improvised weaponry.

There were dozens of acts of individual heroism. One police sniper, the rest of his unit devoured, had climbed to the roof of a five-story building and had sniped down twenty-two zombies untouched. A civilian, armed with homemade Molotov cocktails and a crowbar, had destroyed fifteen zombies before finally being slain by the undead hordes. One immigrant, a Chinese monk, armed only with a Shaolin spade and his extensive knowledge of the martial arts, had decapitated sixteen ghouls.

But for every skilled man who killed ten zombies, there were ten foolish men who got themselves killed and reanimated accomplishing nothing. The living humans were hampered by the fact that they didn't know they only way to kill a zombie is to destroy the mutated zombie brain, with a head shot, by crushing the skull, or via decapitation, which left a still-biting, still-dangerous head to deal with.

Of course, there were individuals and small groups who discovered this. But it was not general knowledge. Thus, the undead held the upper hand. By this time, the Army and National Guard had been fully deployed, but the zombies numbered in the thousands. Nairobi was being evacuated, but except in the places where the Army directly oversaw the evacuation, it was chaotic and haphazard, the zombie equivalent of fast food.

The steets were filled with abandoned and broken-down vehicles: sedans, SUVs, buses, trucks, vans, and all other manner of motor vehicle made the streets impassable to people fleeing by vehicular means.

Pockets of civilian resisitence still dotted the city. The hospitals, where bitten people were brought for treatment, proved to be the breeding grounds for the zombies; they literally emnated right out of them. Churches, police stations, and banks had also been crowded by people who believed they were safe from the undead. While their reinforced wooden doors and high windows offered protection from zombies, the massive amount of people crammed into the churches insured that they would not be a long-lasting sanctuary.

The banks also proved to be almost worthless as fortresses; most of their security features were electronic and counted on the police being able to get there. But the police were either dead, reanimated, or already embattled against zombies. The police stations were also overcrowded, and more and more people kept trying to fight their way into the building they thought best represented safety. More people were killed by beatings, stabbings, accidental shootings, and trampling than by zombies.

Some people, thinking in the long term, tried to crowd into supermarkets. But although they had enough food to last years, the supermarkets' automatic sliding doors did nothing to keep out the undead. Their huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows meant to display the delicious food inside did exactly that, with humans inside and zombies outside.

Hundreds of people were also trapped in shopping malls, which were locked down at the start of the crisis and swarming with private security, police, and overzealous shop owners. The large number of trapped shoppers led to problems from overcrowding, suffocation, trampling, attracting the undead, and general chaos.

But for every poorly chosen fortress there was a well-chosen one; a bastion of safety against the undead. Many people simply stayed in their houses, and locked and barricaded their doors and windows, stockpiled supplies on the second story, attic, or roof, and destroyed the staircases, offering perfect protection from the undead but not from starvation.

Retail stores, office buildings, apartments, schools, warehouses, cemetaries, water towers, abandoned buses, prisons, and all sorts of other structures were turned into makeshift fortresses to keep away the undead until the Army arrived to evacuate them.

Chemical spills, fires, sewage leaks, gas leaks, and a general blackout had left Nairobi an urban wasteland, a bleak battleground between the living and the dead: but already, some of the zombies were beginning to fan out of the city in search of prey. Their search would take them first to neighboring villages and towns, then across the Serengeti, and if they weren't stopped, to the sea and the borders with Bjornoya and Hirgizstan and the USB.

OOC: Since the Department of Media has admitted the existence of zombies and the battle in Nairobi, other nations can officially respond now.

Top Secret
Emergency meeting
Forsvarsdistrikt Nære Østen HQ, Cairo, Egypt

The conference room was filled with higher-ranking officers from the Army, Navy, Air Force, Marine Corps, representatives for the civilian authorities, government officials and an advisor from the Special Forces command. They had all seen the news broadcasts coming from Nairobi, a city considered a potential target for the military as it was a regional capital for the Kreynorians, a civilization the Cots didn't think highly of. The debate was what to do now, and what to do if this zombie threat reached the Cottish borders. They had debated for two hours now, and things were getting heated as they came in on the question of how to tackle a potential invasion.

"If that happens, we must destroy them!" a general shouted out over the many voices speaking into eachother. "We must destroy them, and where they came from!"

"Of course! And in the process, start a fucking war!" someone from the Navy replied.

"Better to start a war than letting the fucking zombies take over!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" a woman cried out, silencing the crowd quickly. When they were silent, she continued in a calmer voice. "Naturally we must destroy them, but how the hell do we do that? Please, one at the time!"

There was a silence as the predominately male population of the conference room considered what to say. A general from the Air Force spoke up first.

"In the event that this new zombie threat reaches Cottish territories, and if the enemy really reproduces as quickly as we believe from the news broadcasts, we must consider the usage of nuclear weapons against infected areas to ensure that the enemy is fully and thoroughly destroyed."

"Are you crazy?" the police director for Egypt asked immediately. "Nuclear weapons? Against our own population? That is prepostorous!"

"If they are turned into zombies, they are no longer law-obiding Cottish citizens. They are a clear and direct threat to the Realm, and we are obligated both by honor and by law to destroy them."

"Our nuclear stockpile isn't supposed to be used!" a general from the Army said. "It is there only as a deterrent."

"That is not entirely true," a new and rarely heard voice from the back of the room said. It was enough for the men and women in the room to turn and look. "In the event that we are unable to repell an invasion, regardless of shape or form, with conventional means, the Defense of the Realm Act allows us to utilize weapons of mass destruction against the enemy in a last ditch effort to repell the invasion."

"Let us assume for a moment that the zombies reach our borders. How to we react?" the woman from earlier asked. "General Shadeen?"

Generalløytnant Amir Shadeen, a native of Gaza city on the west bank and the commanding officer of IV Corps looked at the woman for a moment before answering.

"We have four infantry divisions and eight armored divisions along the border with Hirgizstan, where we expect the enemy to emerge from. As soon as we recieve confirmation that it is infact the enemy, we move in and engage the enemy whereever we can. I assume that we will have sufficient air support and special forces along with our forces?"

"Yes. In the event that we face the enemy, we must go for headshots. From what we have learned from the news broadcasts, that is the only way to positively kill the zombies. Let your men know that." the SpecOps man answered.

"Good. We will as I said fight the enemy where we can, hopefully stopping them but more likely merely halting the zombies. If they move towards populated areas, we must evacuate those as quickly as possible. If the town or city falls, we must remove it from the face of the Earth."

"This is where the nuclear weapons come in." the Air Force general pitched in.

"Yes, although we can use thermite or thermobaric weapons as well. However, that is up for the CinC to decide. Anyway, we fight the enemy as best we can, and we keep our distance from them. If they come within fifty meters, we fall back. We use incendiary weapons where possible and we aim for the head. That is, in my belief, the only way of taking the enemy out."

"Can they approach from the sea?" the woman asked an admiral.

"Unknown at this time ma'am, but if they do, I trust our ships and Marines can deal with them." the admiral replied confidently.

"We'll see admiral. We'll see. I have to brief the Prime Minister. Get me some plans gentlemen, ladies."

WORLDWIDE STATEMENT

COMMONWEALTH OF HIRGIZSTAN

DEPARTMENT OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS


Due to the recent outbreak of a deadly and unknown disease in Kreynorian Kenya, the COH, along with our allies in the Tri-African Treaty Organisation, have decided to mobilise joint peacekeeping forces along our shared borders with Kreynoria.

These troops will be from TATO Army Forces (TARF) and will stay behind TATO national borders/boundaries. They are there to guard against any possible cross-country contamination. They will be issued with NBC equipment, and will be authorised to fire upon anyone trying to cross the aforementioned borders/boundaries illegaly.

In accordance with Hirgizstanian military doctrine a number of Army National Guard units will also move into position to support TATO troops stationed behind the Hirgizstanian border, as the bulk of TATO forces being deployed will be on the less militarized borders of our TATO allies.

These movements in no way constitute a threat to the sovereign Government of Kreynoria.

COH


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TATO ORBAT:

TARF

1st Army
10 Corps

330,000 Soldiers (Does not include Vehicle/Helicopter Crews/Ground Crews)

400 M1A5 MBT
1000 M1A2 MBT
1000 Leopard 2 MBT
200 M113A8
250 M2A3
200 Marder
1000 Avenger
1000 HUMRAAM
4000 HMMWV
4000 5T Truck
100 Crusader TMAS
50 M112 203mm SPA
200 M109A6
200 M270 MLRS
400 LAV-AG
50 M570 HMTHAADS
50 M670 HMMEADS

400 AH-64D
200 RAH-66
500 UH-60L
200 CH-47D


These forces are multi-national and orders are issued under the direction of TATO members. Thus not all forces listed may be mobilised, but all forces listed will be on alert and ready to mobilise.

12 hours later...

The tide of the battle in Nairobi had turned. By now, every soldiers fighting in the city knew of the necessity of the head shot for eliminating zombies. Every flamethrower in Kenya had been requistioned for the destruction and disposal of the zombies. Much of the force within the city were snipers.

New tactics had also been developed to fight zombies. Snipers took down zombies from water towers and rooftops, out of reach of the zombie hoardes. Snipers also operated from helicopters and airships hovering over the city. Buses, tanks, and armored cars were used as mobile fortresses. The Stampede was the principal tactic used. A convoy of vehicles were driven down the street at high speed, knocking down zombies and breaking their limbs and spines. Infantry followed up on foot. Armed with heavy pistols and flamthrowers, they finished off and disposed of the disabled zombies. One of Kreynoria's new creative weapons had its first combat test. Motorcycle lancers, created for fighting in constrained urban environments, proved extremely effective in stampedes, and could maneuver around the rubble and abandoned vehicles better than full-sized vehicles.

Of course, there were still zombies isolated at various points throughout the city. Every building, every ruin, every alley of the city had to be systematically searched for zombies. Occasionally, one of the zombies would ambush a hunting party, triggering another miniature outbreak, but these were quickly contained.

Although Nairobi had been for the most part cleared of zombie infection, it had been ruined in the process: buildings were riddled with bullet holes and damaged by shells, roads were cratered and clogged with abandoned and broken-down vehicles. Much of the city had endured damage from fires, explosions, and chemical spills. Nearly nineteen million people had to be evacuated from the city and crowded into neighboring towns and hastily-built refugee camps. Some of them had been infected and died and reanimated en route or in the camps, causing panic and mayhem. These outbreaks were swiftly contained by the camps' policing forces and the Army.

Nairobi may have been cleared, but tens of thousands of zombies had already left the city and were fanning out in all directions. Nearly sixty villages and towns had reported zombie attacks; in a few places the towns had been completely overrun by the undead. At first paratroopers were dropped over the infected towns, but they were often bitten while struggling to free themselves from their harnesses. The next wave of troops were mechanized infantry and motorcycle lancers, who proved to be far more effective.

Helicopters swept Kenya in search of the monsters. Once identified, they were machine-gunned or rocketed from the air. Drop teams then went down to finish off and burn the zombie.

By now, at least a hundred zombies were near the border with Bjoynoyan Tanzania to the south, and others were approaching the northern and eastern borders and the coast, although they were still a few hours away...

OOC: Okay so I just noticed this, sad isn't that? Well...AWESOME...

Yes, I know. I was hoping it would attract a bit more attention. Anyway, in the RP I've planned with Bjorn and Hirgizstan, both sides will have to contend with the zombies.

I noticed this thread before, but I'm not in a very position to help out. I have read most of the Zombie Survival guide by Max Brooks, and have a question about how this level 3 outbreak could acurr so quickly, as it takes about 23 painful hours for the illness to cause the body to reanimate.

It's a thing called flowing time that means that the length of time between posts can be several days or more.

But you specifically wrote 12 hours later... after the scene with the riot officers.