NationStates Jolt Archive

"Its not a deer, or a human, or a zombie, or any other animal I didn't mention, but it has something to do with the zombies, I think, and I am going to do a study of its anatomy, it almost killed me, and I believe there are more out there." He then picked up the bars walt gave him and pulled down his ski mask he had been wearing for some time. (OOC withouth the mask on he has a buzzcut and his hair is black.) He continued dragging the body up the stairs.

"Wait, Your not dragging that wretched thing upstairs! We're going to sleep up there! I'm pretty sure nobody wants to sleep next to a dead ... whatchmacallit!"

He stood up by the fire, he looked rather upset at this unilateral action. His flannel shirt not only had old burn holes -which was expected in his line of work- but also some small patches of blood, not to meantion the bandaged hand. His facial expression was something between fatigue, hunger, and anger. In his right hand was a rod with a pice of cooked chicken on the end, and was most likely extremely hot.

"Disect it in one of the bedrooms..."

[In other words, he's ragged and filthy, not in much better condition than some of the zombies, and with the bad leg and bandaged hand... He's still human though.]

"Rose do you think it's a good idea with the other around"ask Stone
"i don't care and the door is locked so we are safe from them walking in on us"said Rose
"hell let's get it over with"said Stone

(OC1: Isa, Rose and Stone again?!? That's the sixth time or something since you met her less than 36 hours ago... Isn't at least one of you supposed to be satisfied (or at least sore :rolleyes:) by now?)

At John's idea for a little barbecue, Michelle picked up her plate and went over to the fireplace as well.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked before she sat down.
(assuming a yes)
"Just like the good old days" she mused, half to herself, half to John.
"I almost feel like singing campfire songs" she smiled.
"But I'll save you people the racket." she added, turning back to the people at the table, laughing.

...

At John's sudden consternation about whatever it was Romanov was hauling in, Michelle, against Romanov's advice, glanced at it as well.

What she saw did indeed quicly ruin her appetite.
Not only that, it also raised every bit of revulsion and panic she currently had left after seeing so many revolting and horrifying things the past two days.

"ARE YOU NUTS" she screamed in chorus with John, placing Romanov in a true barrage of disagreement.
"You can't seriously be thinking about dragging one of those things into our house, can you! Not even rats drag filth into their nest like that! I don't care how scientific you are going to be on it, do it somewhere else!"

She took a big breath so she could continue her rant.

"Have you even made sure it's dead yet? For all we know, it's gonna stand up and eat us all in a few moments!"

Standing up, she slowly approached Romanov, spewing more dissagreement at the Russian. Her face writhed with panic-turned-anger.
How could he even imagine voluntarily touching such a filthy creature, let alone drag it into their nice new home. Wasn't it bad enough already they had to be confronted with the things every step they set outdoors?
Why did he have to bring the things indoors as well? Into the last safe place they had left?
Didn't that go against every instinct any sane person, even a man, (OC: YAY for men playing overly feministic women! :D), would have?

Most of her anger (and thus most of her panic as well) now vented, was able to continue at a more normal tone of conversation.

"I'm just as curious as anyone as to what caused all this, maybe even more curious, but tonight is not the time to satisfy that curiosity, and this house is not the place. Now please take it back out. I'll help you look over it in the morning."

A little stunned at what she just did, she walked back to the fireplace. Then, a thought hit her. A thought that could only hit someone that does waaaay to much scientific research.
"Besides, we don't have the right equipment anyways. What were you gonna do? Examine the Inner Workings of the Human Cell by magnifying it with James Darling's reading glasses? You'll need at least a decent optical microscope, preferably a confocal fluorescent one..."

Having said that, she sat back down at the fireplace. Suddenly, it dawned on her how much attention she had drawn just now. She visibly shrunk behind her plate of chicken and with a small voice she blurted out:

"butnevermindme"

before she quickly lowered her face and took a bite of chicken to avoid everyone's looks.

OOC Cornflakeistan is that's what you are think good,as that what i want your people to think they are doing
IC

"sorry Rsoe but i had to put you to sleep"said Stone then kiss her lip's,put his gas mask on,then goes out the winbow with out a sound

Taking the 'middle ground', for he had his own reasons to visit a lab.

"Wellll... we could lash that thing onto the front bumper of the truck and cart it to some lab in the morning... Time permitting of course... We'd learn a lot more there than we ever could here. Just get keep that tghing away from where we plan to eat and sleep tonight, okay?"

OOC the lad unberground with the base on top as cover
the only two people with code's to move about the lad was Doc and Stone

"all those bastards payed at the end, i recall caming across some of your troop's raping a group of woman in West Germany,i best not say what i did to them"said Stone

"I wasn't present when that happened, but when I found out, I was infuriated and I killed them after the next time I saw them, but I told them that I knew what happened and I was displeased with their actions. As for this thing, yes its dead, I shot it in the head twice to make sure, and I poked it after I did so I'm sure its dead..." He took his .22 rimfire pistol and shot it again in the head (its silenced too) "there you happy? I wont take it in the attic and I'll leave it in one of the bedrooms, I'll lock the windows and the door so nothing can get out or in, and it won't get out probably. I'll find a ladder or two and start destroying the stairs like walt mentioned." He sighed and took a bite out of one of the bars walt gave him.

Walt was quite surprised at the sudden outburst. It was the second time he'd seen it happen, but it was still a shock to watch. He had mixed feelings at that point about Romanov, especially since it was he that Michelle had gotten pissed at the first time around. The guy didn't seem to have too many qualms about anything, especially with the way he just shot it again in the head after the argument. The bullet took a portion out of the back of the zombie's head, since the shot was at such close range, and the 5.56 round was a nasty little bugger at point blank like that. Walt's appetite was already destroyed after seeing the zombie, and the only thing he really wanted at that point was for the body to be ridden of. Then the Russian said what he was going to do next, and that made Walt a little more relaxed. #At least a bit of my advice is being taken here...#

When Michelle sat down in front of the fireplace, he grinned when she tried to hide behind the plate of chicken. For some reason, he found it hugely amusing, but he had no idea why it should be that way. So to take his mind off it and take a pair of eyes off of her for a while, he went back to the table and took the 2 water bottles he had and threw them in his bag. Gathering it all up, he climbed up the stairs and opened up the attic. He had a sudden thought of things that could be hiding in there, and set down the messenger bag at the base of the folding ladder. Fishing the zippo out of his pocket, he flipped it open and, after a few tries, managed to get it lit. Climbing carefully up the ladder, he peeked his head up into the open space and looked around. Seeing that the few feet around the entrance were clear, he came all the way up into the attic and stood up. He held the zippo out further so he could get a better view, and saw what looked like a person stepping back a few feet starteledly, he saw that it didn't move. Getting closer, he inched forward, and suddenly realized that it was a coat hanger (OOC: The standing ones, not the little triangular wire things). #Jeez... I'm bugging out over a coat hanger. What the hell am I thinking it's gonna be??# Proceeding around the attic, he finds that it's clear, and he closes the zippo. Going back down, he grabs his stuff, carries it up into the attic, sets it down a few feet away and goes back down. Seeing Michelle still sitting in front of the fireplace nibbling on the chicken, and also noting that people seem to be doing their own thing, he goes down the stairs and over to her on the fireplace. "Hey.... you feeling any better?" He asks her.

Rose wake's min after Stone left she see a note on the side table
she pick's up an read's it


"GOD DAM IT STONE"Yelled Rose thinking he may hear her
but Stone was no way near the house

Walt was quite surprised at the sudden outburst. It was the second time he'd seen it happen, but it was still a shock to watch. He had mixed feelings at that point about Romanov, especially since it was he that Michelle had gotten pissed at the first time around. The guy didn't seem to have too many qualms about anything, especially with the way he just shot it again in the head after the argument. The bullet took a portion out of the back of the zombie's head, since the shot was at such close range, and the 5.56 round was a nasty little bugger at point blank like that. Walt's appetite was already destroyed after seeing the zombie, and the only thing he really wanted at that point was for the body to be ridden of. Then the Russian said what he was going to do next, and that made Walt a little more relaxed. #At least a bit of my advice is being taken here...#

So to take his mind and a pair of eyes off of her for a while, he went back to the table and took the 2 water bottles he had and threw them in his bag. Gathering it all up, he climbed up the stairs and opened up the attic. He had a sudden thought of things that could be hiding in there, and set down the messenger bag at the base of the folding ladder. Fishing the zippo out of his pocket, he flipped it open and, after a few tries, managed to get it lit. Climbing carefully up the ladder, he peeked his head up into the open space and looked around. Seeing that the few feet around the entrance were clear, he came all the way up into the attic and stood up. He held the zippo out further so he could get a better view, and saw what looked like a person stepping back a few feet starteledly, he saw that it didn't move. Getting closer, he inched forward, and suddenly realized that it was a coat hanger (OOC: The standing ones, not the little triangular wire things). #Jeez... I'm bugging out over a coat hanger. What the hell am I thinking it's gonna be??# Proceeding around the attic, he finds that it's clear, and he closes the zippo. Going back down, he grabs his stuff, carries it up into the attic, sets it down a few feet away and goes back down. Seeing Michelle still sitting in front of the fireplace nibbling on the chicken, and also noting that people seem to be doing their own thing, he goes down the stairs and over to her on the fireplace. "Hey.... you feeling any better?" He asks her.

"I'm not, I kinda felt a bit repulsed at what I said and did myself just a few moments ago, wait I'll be right back..." *THUMP* *THUMP* Romanov began to drag the body upstairs into the nearest room with a door that can be unlocked from the outside and locked the window, took any furniture that wouldn't be needed by him or anyone else and put it outside the room and wrapped the body in some sheets just in case anyone stumbled upon it, and set it on a matress he found. He returned to the top of the stairs and softly shouted "Okay anyone who is done eating, search all the rooms in the house for any durable objects we can use to barricade the doors and windows with any suitable weapons capable of decapitating or puncturing the skull will do nicely as well, and John I'd like you to find some tools that can be used to pull pieces of furniture apart and some nails or anything that can hold a few objects together for a while, also I read about this thing called the "Fubar" in popular science (OOC yes it is real I'll give you a link if you don't know what it is after I finish the rest of this up IC) not to long ago, maybe these rich people who live(d) here bought it, and then we can start barricading the house after we've finished searching this joint."

OOC ok heres the link for the Fubar thingy:
http://www.stanleytools.com/default.asp?TYPE=PRODUCT&PARTNUMBER=55-099

Rose pop's her head out of the master bedroom to see what was going on
"here what's going on"she ask

in the far off distance gun fire can be heard

"I'm not, I kinda felt a bit repulsed at what I said and did myself just a few moments ago, wait I'll be right back..." *THUMP* *THUMP* Romanov began to drag the body upstairs into the nearest room with a door that can be unlocked from the outside and locked the window, took any furniture that wouldn't be needed by him or anyone else and put it outside the room and wrapped the body in some sheets just in case anyone stumbled upon it, and set it on a matress he found. He returned to the top of the stairs and softly shouted "Okay anyone who is done eating, search all the rooms in the house for any durable objects we can use to barricade the doors and windows with any suitable weapons capable of decapitating or puncturing the skull will do nicely as well, and John I'd like you to find some tools that can be used to pull pieces of furniture apart and some nails or anything that can hold a few objects together for a while, also I read about this thing called the "Fubar" in popular science (OOC yes it is real I'll give you a link if you don't know what it is after I finish the rest of this up IC) not to long ago, maybe these rich people who live(d) here bought it, and then we can start barricading the house after we've finished searching this joint."

OOC ok heres the link for the Fubar thingy:
http://www.stanleytools.com/default.asp?TYPE=PRODUCT&PARTNUMBER=55-099

OOC: Dude!!! My dad just bought one of those the other day! AND I commented on how it must be some kind of zombie killing torture device tool thingymabobber!! But yeah, I'm just waiting for Michelle now lol.

After seeing the Russian comply, and order people around, John finished his meal.

Afterwards, he gave the doors and windows a very redementry check and barricading (closing and locking windows and doors, and closing off doors to rooms that wouldn't be inhabited -to slow down any zombie advance even if they did get through as he worked on the barricades) of the house.

After that was finished, he looked for a workbench, or tool box, first checking the garage, and then the closets. At the end of this search, he found 3 toolboxes, one for electrical work (soldering and wiring), one for auto repair (wrenches, pliers, nuts and bolts stuff) but the important one he found was the woodworking box (hammers, nails, saws, glue, wood screws, power screwdrivers), he also found some power tools, but these would be of little use, in a corner of the garage, he found an axe and splitting maul (for splitting firewood -also includes a single pass bastard file for sharpening), and a gasoline powered chainsaw with a well use gasoline and oil can nearby...

He almost smiled...

As the chaisaw had worn out teeth, and would be useless for cutting wood...

He took the toolboxes into the main room first, then went to work on the axe, maul and chainsaw, making sure they were in good working order, the chainsaw was a lost cause, the family didn't have the means to sharpen the teeth and was too lazy to get a fresh chain, they'd have to go to a store to fix it. The axe and maul were serviceable enough in short order, and he brought those out as well, and deposited them next to the tool box, along with an old hacksaw.

(OC: people, before we go all A-team on the house and build a tank out of a lawnmower and three sheets of plywood, please note night was falling, and that a few posts ago, we were all sleepy...)

When Michelle heard the silenced "pop" of Romanov's pistol, she winced, almost like the shot had hit her instead of the dead zombie. She didn't look at it, keeping her face to the small fire in the fireplace instead

#Is he really that dense?# she thought with a mix of anger and defeat...
#How insensitive do you have to be to start shooting corpses in the middle of this lovely home? How much of your humanity do you have to lose to become like that?#

She took another bite out of the chicken. If the grilling had added any taste to the half-warm meat, she didn't taste it anymore. Her appetite was gone, but still she took another bite, slowly chewing away at the meat like an automaton, people busy all around her.

#Doesn't he see what he's doing? Doesn't he realise how cold-hearted he is? How savage?# her thoughts continued as she absentmindedly looked over the room.
On the ground was a lovely, plush imitation-persian carpet, with threads of wool bordering it all around. It covered a wooden floor that was polished to a smooth finish. The curtains were white, with a very stereotypical, almost tacky even, flower motif printed on them. Along one of the walls was a dressoir of dark wood, shining with the wax that Emily Darling must have given it regularly. It looked old to Michelle.
Closing her eyes to avoid looking at Romanov dragging the corpse away to do whatever brutal things he was planning to do to it, she turned her head to the other side of the room.
In the corner was a small salon table with two large leather chairs along side of it. On the table lay a neatly folded newspaper next to one chair and a piece of knitting next to the other. A hooded lamp with another gaudy flower motif completed the picture.
Michelle could imagine the two Darlings sitting there, Mr. Darling reading his newspaper, softly grumbling at yet another "dumb mistake" one of those "idiots in Washington" had made, Mrs. Darling softly nodding her agreement while continuing her knitting.
They looked happy like that together.
She bet they were a retired couple, probably in their middle seventies, and here they were, breaking into their house, eating their left-overs and spreading zombie brain-fluids over their wooden floor...

Still absentmindedly, she took another bite of chicken, when Walt woke her from her ponderings.

"Hey.... you feeling any better?" He asked her.

She looked at him with sad eyes when she softly said
"He doesn't get it, does he? How wrong it is what he's doing... No regard at all for the human-ness in this house...
Why does he have to bring the madness inside? Why does he have to purge every bit of our human nature from this house by bringing in such a creature?
Can't he at least try to respect the people, the persons that lived here?"

She lifted the corners of her mouth in another sad smile. She seemed to be doing that alot the past two days, since their world had changed so dramatically.
"I don't like sad smiles" she continued, "but somehow, the world keeps forcing them upon me with every step I took since yesterday morning..."

She looked up at him.
"Tell me Walt, has all the humanity really left us? Are we really just as bad as those things outside?"

Rose came down and sits by the fire
"so we have a exSpetsnaz ,a postman"she said to herself out loud


Stone was still on the move in the woods making his way to the base

(OC: people, before we go all A-team on the house and build a tank out of a lawnmower and three sheets of plywood, please note night was falling, and that a few posts ago, we were all sleepy...)

When Michelle heard the silenced "pop" of Romanov's pistol, she winced, almost like the shot had hit her instead of the dead zombie. She didn't look at it, keeping her face to the small fire in the fireplace instead

#Is he really that dense?# she thought with a mix of anger and defeat...
#How insensitive do you have to be to start shooting corpses in the middle of this lovely home? How much of your humanity do you have to lose to become like that?#

She took another bite out of the chicken. If the grilling had added any taste to the half-warm meat, she didn't taste it anymore. Her appetite was gone, but still she took another bite, slowly chewing away at the meat like an automaton, people busy all around her.

#Doesn't he see what he's doing? Doesn't he realise how cold-hearted he is? How savage?# her thoughts continued as she absentmindedly looked over the room.<snip>

<snip>
Closing her eyes to avoid looking at Romanov dragging the corpse away to do whatever brutal things he was planning to do to it, she turned her head to the other side of the room.<snip>

<snip>
Michelle could imagine the two Darlings sitting there, Mr. Darling reading his newspaper, softly grumbling at yet another "dumb mistake" one of those "idiots in Washington" had made, Mrs. Darling softly nodding her agreement while continuing her knitting.
They looked happy like that together.
She bet they were a retired couple, probably in their middle seventies, and here they were, breaking into their house, eating their left-overs and spreading zombie brain-fluids over their wooden floor...
<snip>

<snip>
She looked at him with sad eyes when she softly said
"He doesn't get it, does he? How wrong it is what he's doing... No regard at all for the human-ness in this house...
Why does he have to bring the madness inside? Why does he have to purge every bit of our human nature from this house by bringing in such a creature?
Can't he at least try to respect the people, the persons that lived here?"
<snip>

<Snip>
She looked up at him.
"Tell me Walt, has all the humanity really left us? Are we really just as bad as those things outside?"

Before he locked the door to his room Romanov thought about what he did, and realized that he would probably find out more about his enemies once they found a way to end this disaster that ended so many lives and changed their own. He took the body and opened the window and dumped the body out, jumping out after it and fell to the ground in a roll #At least I know how it would feel if that "thing" were alive.# it was a short fall so it didn't hurt him too much he dragged the body into the street and spotted an old uninhabited run-down house nearby, and it was made of wood, #perfect# he thought, he Dragged it to the steps leading inside and pulled out his lighter and lit the blanket on fire, he backed away quickly and ran back to the house #that should keep 'em distracted# he re-entered the house and went back to the room he had jumped out of and locked the window and the door. He then went to where he had shot the body and cleaned the mess up.

<snip>

"Hey.... you feeling any better?" He asked her.

She looked at him with sad eyes when she softly said
"He doesn't get it, does he? How wrong it is what he's doing... No regard at all for the human-ness in this house...
Why does he have to bring the madness inside? Why does he have to purge every bit of our human nature from this house by bringing in such a creature?
Can't he at least try to respect the people, the persons that lived here?"

She lifted the corners of her mouth in another sad smile. She seemed to be doing that alot the past two days, since their world had changed so dramatically.
"I don't like sad smiles" she continued, "but somehow, the world keeps forcing them upon me with every step I took since yesterday morning..."

She looked up at him.
"Tell me Walt, has all the humanity really left us? Are we really just as bad as those things outside?"

Walt pondered silently over the question for a seconds. "Well..." he began, "we haven't lost our humanity... humanity left us the instant this all began." Walt looked out the window. "Those... things out there can't even be called human. They can't sit down and discuss anything. We can't even begin to compare ourselves to those monsters." He considered it for another moment and looked outside at the fire that was beginning to start, and the outline of Romanov. "That man out there, he was a soldier. He was a soldier in the bloodiest war since World War 2. From what I'd heard, he'd killed his fellow Russians because they made decisions he wasn't pleased with... I think he's lost most of his humanity." He thought again how that must sound like he's making an excuse for the Russian. "But that doesn't excuse his actions. A soldier should respect his fellow man, and especially his fellow woman," with a nod towards Michelle, "and not drag bodies around houses. Even empty ones." They sat in silence for a few moments.

Walt had another thought, one that didn't appeal to him and certainly wouldn't appeal to MIchell, but it was a cold reality. "If... if this situation is outside Boxtown... then we may not be getting any help. If that's the case, then we may have to leave town for good. And what's out there... it'll be even worse than this. A million times worse than this. Humanity may be something in limited supply in the coming weeks... if we even live that long. And as much as I hate to say it, we may have to become slightly less human ourselves. There may be raiders... scavengers... not to mention zombie hordes. But as long as we have eachother here... we won't lose our humanity..."

#i need to talk to Bravo,Foxtrot i say again i need to talk to Bravo , Foxtrot #


"General sir got through to some one on combat-net radio and they are ask to talk to you by your old call sign"said Captain

"i best see who it is"said the General as he get's up an head's to the communication room

"your on loud speaker sir"said some one

"this is Bravo,Foxtrot and who are you"said the General


#this is Charlie,Delta i say again Charlie,Delta over#

"sir that's all so a old call sign"said the Captain to the General
"mm"
"Charlie,Delta what was your mothers name"ask the General

#Juliet,Uniform,November,Echo over#

"David what the hell going on there we been trying to call for 4 hours and when no one answered,we sent a Black hawk to see whats going on just 3 hours ago, is it there" ask the General

#sir it's here and the crew are dead and the chopper is no more,sir it's hell here an all i can do is send you all the Data about it and ask for all the help you can send, smash (in back ground), fucking hell die#

the sound of gun fire can be heard caming out of the loud speaker then just white noise

"what in lords name happen there"said the General
"sir the Data is caming through"said the Captain

With equipment collected, he began a more extensive barricade plan of the second floor, namely, demolition of the stairs to the bonus room above the garage..., and making a deadbolt for the door leading to it from the utility room.

To do this, he mosly used the splitting maul, the shear mass of the thing turned the well crafted wooden stairs into a pile of scrap boards with nails in them, afterwards, he set these into a pile, as he planned to re-use these boards to barricade the doors.

For a temporary means of scaling the steps, he used a folding wooden ladder, it had some dried paint splotches, and a few knicks, plus some sap, but when leaned up against the old staircase, it would work fine. So long as the last person up remembered to raise it up...

The attic was closer to the fireplace, and was given a few boards for the windows, a few boards and nails were left there expressly for a last ditch barricade of the entrance, the same applied to the door to the stairwell...

John then brought the candellabra up to the 2nd floor/attic, and lit it. The room was a bit gloomy, but at least he knew it would be safe for the night.

The biggest concern he had was heating the room, the weather would be getting colder with the onset of winter, and the night at the parking ramp was far from comfortable... So they would have to leave at least one person, more likely two, to tend the fire and keep the house somewhat warm...

SO far, my best guess as to what the house looks like... (http://www.weinmaster.com/home_plans_get_7139_us_country~farmhouse.htm)
Rooms barricaded: Utility room, bonus room, and attic (attic not shown in floorplan)
He also strengthened the entryway, garage, and other doors leading inside the house, windows in great room yet to be boarded up (due to 'lack of wood [hesitant to ruin furniture]).

Stone was by himself an out number and some levels down from the base on top

"oh you ass holes,you let me get in here safely then jump me when i had my back to a door by smashing it open"said Stone as he kills to live

Other base

"get all of them geared up now" yelled the General to all the COs and NCOs
the COs and NCOs run off to get the troops moving

"let's hope they are still alive when we get there"said the General

"you are thinking of your only grandchild "said the Colonel

"is that wrong Jack"ask the General
"well he is the only family you have left so no"said Jack

House

Rose just sits there with Trigger next to her as the other's go about barricading the home for safety of themself's

OOC one of you should talk to her

Stone left the communication room which was smashed up through fighting for his life

"got to get to command room must bring the defence system on line
this time round"said Stone to himself thinking back on how fast all the mess happen that they had no time to bring it on line

"just get the fuck out of my way"said Stone as he fills a zombie full of lead

in the command room Stone just got the defence system on line
out side the room Stone can hear the Auto-Gun's came alive as they open up

"came on let's play"said Stone as he open's the door



Other Base

"sir combat-net radio is down at that base"said the man at the Radio

"try a open wave but call him by his old coded name and use my old one"said the General

"yes sir"said the man


#Charlie,Delta are you there ,came in please i say again Charlie,Delta are you there this Bravo,Foxtrot #


House

#Charlie,Delta are you there ,came in please i say again Charlie,Delta are you there this Bravo,Foxtrot #

"what the"said Rose as take's out the Radio Stone had left her along with the note
"hello"said Rose into the Radio
#who is this#

"Rose Winter"said Rose

Boxtown Base

"Survivor,Survivor,One more goddamn day when I know what I want,And my want will be considered tonight, considered tonight,Just another day when all that I want,Will mark me as a sinner tonight, I'm a sinner tonight, yeah"

Stone place a new Double tape Mag into the Rifle ,gose back to killing and sing

"People can no longer cover their eyes,If this disturbs you then walk away
You will remember the night you were struck by the sight of,Ten Thousand fists in the air"

Other Base

#hello#

"who is this"ask the man

#Rose Winter#

"are yes the one my Grandson save from those nut's"said the General

in the command room Stone just got the defence system on line
out side the room Stone can hear the Auto-Gun's came alive as they open up

"came on let's play"said Stone as he open's the door



Other Base

"sir combat-net radio is down at that base"said the man at the Radio

"try a open wave but call him by his old coded name and use my old one"said the General

"yes sir"said the man


#Charlie,Delta are you there ,came in please i say again Charlie,Delta are you there this Bravo,Foxtrot #


House

#Charlie,Delta are you there ,came in please i say again Charlie,Delta are you there this Bravo,Foxtrot #

"what the"said Rose as take's out the Radio Stone had left her along with the note
"hello"said Rose into the Radio
#who is this#

"Rose Winter"said Rose

Boxtown Base

"Survivor,Survivor,One more goddamn day when I know what I want,And my want will be considered tonight, considered tonight,Just another day when all that I want,Will mark me as a sinner tonight, I'm a sinner tonight, yeah"

Stone place a new Double tape Mag into the Rifle ,gose back to killing and sing

"People can no longer cover their eyes,If this disturbs you then walk away
You will remember the night you were struck by the sight of,Ten Thousand fists in the air"

Other Base

#hello#

"who is this"ask the man

#Rose Winter#

"are yes the one my Grandson save from those nut's"said the General

Romanov heard a voice on the radio and ran downstairs, "Rose who is on the radio? Is it more survivors or someone else from outside of boxtown? EVERYONE COME HERE QUICK WE GOT SOMEONE ON THE RADIO!!! And its not stone, or another survivor!" He then heard a voice on the radio that he had heard before, it was stones grandfather, the general from WWIII, "You... I fought in the war, against you, I had no choice though, or my family would've been killed."

Romanov heard a voice on the radio and ran downstairs, "Rose who is on the radio? Is it more survivors or someone else from outside of boxtown? EVERYONE COME HERE QUICK WE GOT SOMEONE ON THE RADIO!!! And its not stone, or another survivor!" He then heard a voice on the radio that he had heard before, it was stones grandfather, the general from WWIII, "You... I fought in the war, against you, I had no choice though, or my family would've been killed."

Other Base

the General turns off the loud speaker and microphone

"that be the exSpetsnaz,have him locked up when we get there,as we don't want he say what he seen and heard to the new Russia Government do we
"said the General to Jack who was standing next to him

"sir"said Jack


the General on the loud speaker and microphone

"Rose have you heard from David"ask the General

House

#Rose have you heard from David#

"no"said Rose then turns to Romanov
"you know who it is so i don't need to tell you Mr exSpetsnaz"said Rose


OOC ok AK-108s there is no way your person or the other's know's what the General said to Jack
only Rose would know it's going to happen as it is in the note David left her which the group dose not know of

House

Rose look's at the Radio
*if they have not heard from him now,what happen to him* though Rose
Boxtown Base

Stone was in the Kennel's leting out a friend

"hello Shadow"said Stone to the Wolf who's blood line was Genetic change that so that it was now the size of a Tiger and had the lifespan of a human,as well as othe change's

"woof"
"let me get you out give you food and water"said Stone as he unlocks the cage

I made a rather OC-ish post about current developments.

Please read it in the OC thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12200299&postcount=262)

I'm not continuing my roleplaying with Michelle until you have all reacted to the opinions and deeper lying thought from my post.
(hint: Isa solving plotline by himself, ignoring other characters, except to arrest them so they can't play anymore)

Sorry HT, I knew we were just getting something good going, but if I don't interupt now, the plot will be solved tomorrow or something like that, and that would be no fun at all.

P.S. It may seem flamish to several readers. That's very well possible.
Just consider this to be my real-life equivalent to one of Michelle's outbursts.
(after all, I did say she was based on myself)

P.P.S. Moderators, please don't close the thread outright.
Please allow yours truly a few hours to calm down and have a sensible discussion about where this thread is going.
Or don't. You're the mods after all, they're your rules (no sarcasm this time)

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OOC Edit lot as i check out thing's
1. no it would not i'm taking my time only AK-108s as i now work out has jump the gun , only his person was getting for lock up as he exSpetsnaz and to do with WW3,

2.your people would found all this out when someone ask what happen to Stone and i work that would take some time for your lot are still doing your thing and it's night as you point out some page back

3.so the the army will not get there for two week's now,oh an it was AK who add the Vamp thing's not me

4.as for the Base i had not add one new thing,just making like there are other thing's with more brain's down there

5.AK post at 1023 how did he hear from up stair's i did not say the Radio was loud to hear for up there

6.and Rose only knows Romanov exSpetsnaz as she ask what Stone and Romanov were talking about

7.an what are you doing with Romanov

8. an the Note told Rose where Stone was going and doing and what he was guessing would happen to Romanov

yes i post in the OOC thread but that one no good and all the infor in this one may be better

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I'm not continuing my roleplaying with Michelle until you have all reacted to the opinions and deeper lying thought from my post.
(hint: Isa solving plotline by himself, ignoring other characters, except to arrest them so they can't play anymore)
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OOC: I think I got my reaction there... I've just been waiting for your response to what happened 0_o. But yeah, AK-108's people don't just leave unannounced when someone looks at them funny. Especially out to zombie infested streets. It's not the brightest idea ever. That, and ISA, you got to the military base in what was pretty much 5-10 minutes in game time. Michelle had her outburst, and while she had it, you left, and then you managed to fight through a horde of zombies in a military base, get out a message, find the kennels w/ your personal attack dog, and do it all in record time. At least run out of ammo at some point?! I find it strangely unrealistic that you've been firing so much and still haven't run out, power armor or not. [/endrant]

As romanov stood outside, out of nowhere appeared the almighty FSM (Flying Spaghetti monster) and he spoke to romanov, "I have decided to touch you with my noodly appendage and make you a pirate/Ex-Spetsnaz guy who didn't commit any warcrimes. "RAmen" he said.

OOC now your bring dum
you say he was special forces an there shit load of them in in the cold war days in USSR

i picked Spetsnaz as most people heard of them

an if you read the sign up thraed i said he may of

you run off when you could have just stayed

OOC now your bring dum
you say he was special forces an there shit load of them in in the cold war days in USSR

i picked Spetsnaz as most people heard of them

an if you read the sign up thraed i said he may of

you run off when you could have just stayed

Okay lets just say my guy didn't just do all of that, just don't do anything that'll influence the aftermath/epilogue of the RP. You should post what you did know of Kamasha's plan in the OOC thread though.

...

69 pages and 4 months is a pretty good run for a zombie RP (most only last 2).
Till next year.

Still, I'll follow to see if anything actually happens, otherwise, my character will just decide to go to sleep.

Then we could decide to end the RP there, or continue with the next day.

Okay lets just say my guy didn't just do all of that, just don't do anything that'll influence the aftermath/epilogue of the RP. You should post what you did know of Kamasha's plan in the OOC thread though.

OOC no one know's what the plan was , all i recall now days is all of us go to the base and then we where going to be in for some fun and game's and there where bigger thing's down in the Lad

an if i move on don't post for said thing before as that did put my timing out do it ooc if there is infor i need to know

oh it's up to us to end it now when we want too that is

Blah.

its over we started to fight over what was ok at the start of the thread became not ok near the end ,so take off the subscribe