NationStates Jolt Archive

(OOC; if you want to join in TG me a suggestion, how you join is pretty much up to you, but I would rather not have invading armies marauding across my country)


Overrun

The two Ravens raced through the black night sky towards their target, seconds separated them as the coast line blurred past below. The twelve men that accounted for the passengers of the Raven’s were clad in black, black lightweight boots, black boiler suits, black body armour, black Kevlar gloves, black three hole balaclava and black Kevlar helmet.

Although the Ravens could carry nearly twice their number, for extended range and loiter time they were light on passengers.

The Ravens torn over a wide body of water and a sandstone bridge with four lanes for vehicles to travel to and from the isolated land mass, it was the only road bridge to the island off the Ironcian south-east coast, the only other bridge was a four track railway bridge spanning the water channel some five miles further north.

The two Ravens crossed the strip of water in seconds and as they crossed the islands coastline the pilot of the first raven spoke into his helmet mic “one minute to target” one of the passengers wearing the headset in the rear cabin responded with a single word “confirmed” while indicating to the other men, by raising his right arm with a clenched fist with one finger extend, the time to target.

Thirty seconds later the loud thumping of the engines that drowned out all noise in the aircraft changed pitch as the engines were throttled back and then suddenly replaced by an even louder howl as the airbrakes extended from the skin of the Ravens.

“Ten seconds” the man heard through the headset.
“Five Seconds” came in the blink of an eye later.

The cabin door slide open towards the front of the aircraft as the crew chief yelled “go, go, go” into his helmet mic. The man with the headset tossed it to one side as he jumped from the open hatch and the five other passengers followed him.

Less than ten seconds on the deck and the first Ravens engines were throttling up as the last two men jump from the hatch and in a scream of warm jet wash the raven disappeared into the night sky.

In audible to his men, and with a wave of his hand, the man who had been wearing the headset in the raven had barked orders for the men to secure the landing pads access door twenty metres ahead of them. The men didn’t need to hear the order they knew why they were there and where already half way to the door by the time the order was given.

In the seconds it took for the distance to be covered the second Raven had landed on the landing pad and its passengers were spilling out of the side hatches onto it and just as quick the second Raven disappeared into the night sky.

As the second team reached the first team they were ordered to secure the ground level and seal all entrance and exits. The second team leader headed for the stairs with his team while the first team began to sweep through the eighteenth floor, the level they had just landed on, of the government building, empty offices and abandoned work stations were all they found on the eighteenth floor.

While the two teams secured the building the two Ravens circled the area. The pilot of the lead Raven noticed something on the streets of the city that surrounded the government building.

“Four, One to Star Eye, secure”
“Star Eye, Four, One, secure go ahead”
“Four, One, I’m seeing vehicle fires in several streets and heavy civilian density at target location”
“Star Eye, Four, One, Copy”

The b.s. I wade through makes me sick.:rolleyes: At least you r people are wearing clothes. Have you ever seen a 400 lb woman confined to a motorized wheel chair, stroll nude down the street?

@clay: ???

tag/bump
I know this'll be a good read
*Wonders if the TG I sent was too long*

Sixty minutes prior to arrival

A beautiful young lab assistant and much older doctor wheeled a bed across the laboratory towards several animal cages, the bed’s occupant an unconscious chimpanzee with a plaster on the inside of his right elbow were an injection had just been administered into his blood stream.

“You need to make sure that this latch is secure, some times it pops open on its own” the doctor said to his assistants as he wheeled the bed back across the laboratory and the young assistant was laying the unconscious chimpanzee into a cage.

“I think it is pretty secure” she said as she tested the cage door with a gentle shake “it has stayed shut” she continued as she turned her back on the occupied cage.

“I’d better make sure” he said brushing past her “that little bugger is carrying the…oh shit” as the assistant stepped aside to avoid the doctor he saw the sleeping chimp was no longer sleeping and in the same instant he saw the cage door’s latch wasn’t secure.

He turned to run and as he did the chimpanzee screamed in rage. the young assistant turned towards the cage in shock and crippling terror to see the chimpanzee had leapt from the cage straight at her. Flight or fight instinct kicked in and the beautiful young assistant ducked as the chimp tried to grab her. The chimpanzee clenched onto a fist full of dark brown hair as it swept past her, her head jerked back in pain and the momentum of the chimp ripped it from her skull.

She grabbed at her head were the hair had been ripped from she felt a small patch of balled flesh. She looked around the laboratory, the doctor was gone he had slammed shut the door behind him as well. The chimp screamed behind her and she ran with every ounce of speed she could muster towards the door. The chimpanzee latched onto her back, the sudden impact and weight of the primate made her stagger wildly and she slammed up against a metal table with a drain hole in the middle of it.

She flailed her arms in terror, trying to hit the chimp on her back and then she felt the chimp’s weight move to her right dragging her slightly and then suddenly back to the left and then the shearing agony of its teeth digging into her ribs and left breast.

The pain forced her up off the table and in blind panic she fled for the lab’s door, she could see the old doctor on the other side of the inch thick window in the door astounded horror on every inch of his face “help me" she screamed at him, he didn’t move, just looked at her his eyes wide with terror.

The chimp landed another bite to her shoulder “help me you bastard” she screamed in pain the open wounds burning like red hot pokers stabbing into her flesh, the burning spread out from the wounds and raced across her body, a virus spreading through her blood.

She collapsed to the floor her technician’s coat soaked in blood from the attack, the doctor fled.

Thirty minutes prior to arrival

The police car cruised down the wide streets towards the lively party area of the city centre, it had been a busy night but no more than usual for a Friday. People wanted to celebrate making it through to another weekend and some liked to celebrate a little too much.

“Did you see that" the driver said quietly to himself in wonder
“No, what was it” the policeman riding shotgun asked back
“A monkey” the driver replied
“Go and get lost" The second officer said starting to laugh
“No I’m telling you a monkey just ran from that building ther..” he said pointing at one of the tall office blocks”..look there’s another one and…holy shit” a woman with dark hair ran from the door as well, her technicians coat was torn and saturated with blood, she made to follow the chimpanzee’s but the police car stopping in front her now had her full attention.

“Miss are you alright" the officer said as he climbed from the drivers seat, she lunged forward in an insane rage, the officer let out a muted whimper as she tore at his neck with her teeth.

The first team of black clad men moved up to the nineteenth floor were the stairwell reached its peak, the floor was swept quickly and found to be devoid of workers as well. Abandoned desks and work stations with papers and pc monitors and towers spread across the floor was all the first team found.
Reaching the far side of the nineteenth floor the first team came to a reinforced door set into a thick concrete wall with a touch screen access panel for manual interface.

“That’s the door to the mainframe” the team leader said to one of his men who was tapping a code into the interface.
“Codes wrong” the second man said as the green display of the interface began to blink red and green alternately in warning.
“We’ll link up with Larkin’s crew in the lobby” the team leader said dryly, the first problem in the mission already.

On the ground floor the second team began to check the entrances and exits of the building, a man from the second team found the control panel for the three revolving doors of the main entrance, in the security room behind the reception desk, and switched the control knob for the revolving doors to the locked position. They stopped rotating to seal the main entrance. As the revolving doors sealed the main entrance from people, on the exterior of each of the revolving doors a set of thick glass panels, with a hard rubber seal down the edges and around the frame, slid towards each other from the sides of the frames of the revolving door’s and made the entrance an airtight lock.

The main entrance wall of the lobby was all glass, three inch thick anti-shatter glass that had a non-transparent black tint to it from the outside, so you could look out of the building but not into it.

Two 62 inch plasma screen television mounted on the wall in front of the security control panel, one television displayed a floor plan of the ground floor in a mid grey tone with the walls displayed as two white lines running side by side, depicting rooms and the buildings structural walls. Closed doors were displayed as a single white line, and open doors were displayed as a gap between two wall lines.

The other Plasma screen television showed the first level of the basement garage which had an entrance and an exit leading to street level, both entrance and exit had the single line across them indicating that they were both shut and sealed.

The man noticed on the structural walls displayed on the plasma screen television for the ground floor showed several open door icons around the structural walls and they were flashing red, silent alarms triggered by the use of fire exits he thought. Pressing the two pads strapped around his throat he relayed the information to the second team leader.

Checking and securing the fire exits took a further ten minutes due to the size of the ground floor and the number of fire exits. Most of them were wide open, and it was obvious that the buildings workers had fled from the building into the city. After the second team had checked and sealed all fire exits the building was effectively airtight.

“Ground floor, secured” the leader of the second team, Gabriel Larkin, said as he pressed to pads on his throat concealed by his three holed balaclava.

“Copy, did you find anyone” The voice of the leader of the first team, Martin Knowles, came through Larkin’s ear piece.

“Negative, though we bypassed all levels but the fifteenth, tenth and fifth floors” Larkin responded.

Martin Knowles didn’t have to ask why the second team had only checked three floors on their way down to the ground floor, their job was to seal the building and the stairs only climbed five floors per flight, were they switched to the opposite side of the building, so those levels would have had to be swept for the teams own security, the elevators did the same thing.

On the ground floor Larkin reported to Knowles and Knowles informed Gabriel Larkin that the code for the door to the main frame was invalid.

“Do we continue ?” Larkin asked Knowles.
“You had better believe it” Was Knowles response before he gathered the rest of the men of the two teams together.

“The facility entrance is in sub-level five, Dave has already checked and confirmed that the basement garages are sealed up tight, but that doesn’t mean that they are clear” he said to the eleven men gathered around him.
“There could be civvies and there could be hostiles at every turn, we don’t know why the alarm was triggered, but the fact that there is no-one here to tell us other wise suggests it must be something shitty, stay alert and watch each others backs” as he finished the pep talk he pulled a digital pad, from the chest pocket of his Kevlar vest, which showed a schematic of the buildings ground floor on its blue screen which stretched nearly the entire length and height of the pad.
“Ok, there are two stairwells leading to the first and second sub-levels, they’re garages for the workers so they’re nice and open” Knowles indicated the two stairwells at opposite sides of the building with his finger.
“We’ll separate into the two teams and go down a stairwell each, we’re heading for this” the display on the digital pad changed from the ground floor of the building to the first sub-level and then the second sub-level.
“This is were we are heading” he indicated a square room in the centre of the second sub-level “Its an elevator that will takes down to the fifth sub-level, check your weapons and we’ll move out” he replaced the digital pad in his pocket. The men checked their weapons.

Each man had a UMP45 sub-machine gun with magnifying scope, mag-light and laser attachments, with two hundred and forty rounds, a Para-Ordnance Tac-Forty with sixty rounds and three flash-bang grenades and three fragmentary grenades.

Codename: BRIG (CHIA has a warped sense of humur)

An airport somewhere in Ironcia.
'Joe' Stratton made his way past the security checkpoints, the advanced security precluded him from smuggling any small arms, even the diminuitive HAP-655 had to be left behind...

Traveling so un-armed through a developing nation didn't make him any more vulnerable though, as Hurtian employed foriegn agents were instructed to under no circumstances open fire upon a crowd of non-hostile civies...

Not that he was a Hurtian to begin with...

The cross training program between the faltering government of Chitzeland, and their Hurtian protectors, had caused a number of 'undesireable' Hurtians to end up in Chitzi para-military ranks, and a number of Chitzis to be bought into the ranks of CHIA via Hurtful Outcomes Inc.

Though this was his first 'roockie' mission, and the massive amount of xenophobia discovered while training among the Hurtians, he was sent into this hole on his own, with no back-up. This could either be seen as a sign of trust, or just a way to show that they really didn't care if he survived, as the Hurtians were notable for using Chitzis as cannon fodder during the 'glorious revolution' of Chitzeland, which in Stratton's view, wasn't all that great, unless watching your family get gunned down by Parthians and then watching them turn your city into a hole in the ground counts...

Someday, he hoped to return the favor.

Till then, he loafed around the terminal of the airport wearing a business suit and carrying a suitcase. The only 'weapons' he had was a lock-picking kit in one shoe, two knives in the other, a radio, some flour, and a camera with high speed film. Oh, and a watch...

His 'credentials' though mostly fabricated, were about as believable as could be, since he was clearly on his first day abroad on company money, and the company was undoubtedly foriegn.

His job seemed simple enuogh, work his way to an unstable 3rd party faction, and market Hurtful Outcomes to them as a way of gaining instant prestige and highly trained soldiers, for a reasonable fee of course.

He had no idea that he had gained more than he bargained for when he signed into the employ of Hurtful Outcomes...

BioGem Building, sub-level 2

The two teams swept through the parking levels quickly and took the elevator in the centre of the second sub-level garage to sub-level five. They wasted no time clearing the two floors between the second garage level and the fifth sub-level, they were heading to a thick metal door fixed into a thicker concrete wall at the opposite end of sub-level five to were the elevator opened on to it.

The level was a mess, as soon as the elevator doors opened the metallic stench of blood filled the air, some of the florescent lights along the roof of the corridor were out, they had been shattered, some were hanging on to the roof by their power cables and flickering on and off intermittently, leaving the level in a very weak light with sporadic bursts of light.

“looks like this place had a bomb set off in it” one of the twelve men said.

“Yeah looks like” Knowles replied he looked up and down the hallway that the elevator opened on to “Eyes open people, were getting close” he walked out of the elevator with his UMP45 raised, the stock buried into his right shoulder, his right hand on the pistol grip, his left hand on the support grip fixed below the barrel. As he stepped over some ceiling tiles and florescent light runners that had been pulled down right in front of the elevator, with his left hand he released the support grip and indicated for his men to head right out of the elevator and down the hall. The men proceeded down the hallway with their weapons at the ready, ready for trouble.

Hollow Pine International Airport

At one in the morning the guards at the arrivals terminals were not on peak performance, in fact as one man who walked through the foreign nationals arrivals gates, with a fake passport and papers didn’t even raise an eyebrow, mind though they were very good counterfeit papers and the man Joe Stratton who was on a two week vacation to the fine city of Hollow Pine with some wholesome country park walks. Fair enough the tired guard thought and waved him through.

Covent Military Base

James dodged the wide swing from his opponent, at one am he should be fast asleep for the parade at six am, but some suckers wanted to loose a hundred yans in a straight fight between him and them and who was he to disagree. Grabbing the mans fist in his left hand he twisted it counter clockwise while also bringing his right fist up to meet the mans elbow, bending the arm ninety degrees the wrong way splitting the skin and exposing the mans forearm bones.
The second man lunged at James and jumped on his back trying to choke the air out of him by wrapping his left arm around James neck and using his right as an anchor, it didn’t work, James Cole Grabbed the mans right arm and in one swift movement pulled the man over his head and used the mans own right arm to choke him till he passed out.

Walking back to the barracks counting the hundred yans he just earned he bumped into his sergeant.

“Where the fuck are you going Cole” the sergeant spat out in a part growl part snarl.
“Bed sir” the six foot six inches high and four foot wide squaddie replied lethargically.
“Like shit you are, there’s trouble on the coast and we have a briefing in five don’t be late, now fuck off out of my sight” the sergeant spat.
“Sir, yes sir” James Cole replied while snapping a quick saluting. The sergeant disappeared into the darkness of the field on his way to the bases command building.

BioGem Building, sub-level five

Martin Knowles and Gabriel Larkin lead their teams towards the security door at the far end of the fifth sub-level, apart from the damage to the level, the flash and sound of electrical sparks and water gushing from burst pipes the level was dark and quite.

Reaching the security door the two teams found it was open on its hinges and the security code was still blinking on the access panel to the doors right, proceeding through the door they found the corridor, which split left and right, on the other side to be in just as bad a state as the fifth sub-level.

Looking left then right Knowles saw that both corridors had been practically ripped apart, only a few lights remained on the ceiling and the flat screen TV’s that should be recanting health and safety messages, and information about upcoming company events, had been pulled to the floor. Blood was sprayed and smeared on the walls and around fifteen feet down the left corridor a pool of blood from something had saturated the blue carpet. Steam was escaping from a ruptured pipe somewhere down the left corridor.

Knowles indicated that he wanted Larkin to take his team to the left by pointing with his left hand. Knowles took his team to the right and they worked their way around the first level of the underground research complex. Although the corridor split both left and right, from the security door, it met again at a large reception room which had a security checkpoint stretching across the middle of the room, consisting of four metal/ weapons/ explosives detection machines and a physical barrier between them and the walls. The room was just as much of a mess as the rest of the fifth level they had just traversed.

The power seemed to be down on the security apparatus stretching across the middle of the reception room and the two teams passed through the door frame detection devices. On the other side of the security checkpoint were a row of six elevators and two stair wells, all leading down in to the subterranean research complex.

Hollow Pine Airport

Out side the main arrivals terminal a taxi driver noticed the suited man walking through the rotating doors, he was travelling light just a single bag “business trip” he figured and why not ‘Joe Stratton’ looked like any middle tier executive would on a business trip in a foreign country, walking with a purpose while still carrying the unmistakable where the hell do I go from here look that all tourists carried on first arrival.

Covent Military Base

James Cole changed from his civvies cloths into his DPM uniform quickly and made it to the briefing just in time for the beginning.

Major Willy Madison walked in to the hall and headed straight to the podium, he didn’t return the salute of the soldiers as he walked. Stood at the front of the hall and looking around at the many faces looking back at him before he spoke he snapped a quick but perfectly executed salute and the soldiers stood at ease, A flash of a grin licked his lips as he began to speak.

“A civil disturbance had overwhelmed the southern city of Stonewell” The Major had an A4 brown file in front of him but he didn’t need to reference it he had already committed its content to memory “The disturbance started around midnight in the cities central business district, which also happens to have a lot of pubs and clubs in the area so the local police were expecting the occasional fight late on a Friday night”

The Major quickly scanned the faces looking back at him “The scale of the disturbance took civil authorities by surprise and it has been allowed spread rapidly to the point were local police forces are now overwhelmed with its scale and many police officers and civilians have so far been killed and more are being reported with each passing minute”.

“The reason you are being briefed of this is because military personnel are to be deployed to restore order and local civil authorities before the disturbance can spread any further across the nation” Major Willy Madison briefly scanned the room again “Your Captains will detail individual companies with their specific role in thirty minutes, that will be all” The Major gave another quick salute, returned by the soldiers in the hall, before turning and leaving the hall.

The soldiers were quite for a few seconds taking in what had just been said, then almost as one they began preparing for the coming mission.

Hollow Pine Airport

Out side the main arrivals terminal a taxi driver noticed the suited man walking through the rotating doors, he was travelling light just a single bag “business trip” he figured and why not ‘Joe Stratton’ looked like any middle tier executive would on a business trip in a foreign country, walking with a purpose while still carrying the unmistakable where the hell do I go from here look that all tourists carried on first arrival.

Stratton noticed a waiing taxi, and decided to take it to a nearby hotel, the cheapest (and consequently, the most run-down and hated) one available.

Upon arrival to the building, if one could call it that, he booked a room and went to look it over,

'no bugs here' he thought

Still, he checked anyways, he found a few insects, but no bugs...

So he unpacked his belongings, and decided to figure out where to go from here. He decided to fiddle with his Hurtian made shortwave radio... Which could tune into Military/police frequencies and transmit if needed...

He heard some frantic reports by some police officers in a local business district of south Stonewell, but not much else...

"Worth a look, I guess..."

Though he decided to improvise some form of firearm, just in case things were really as bad as it sounded from his 'preliminary report' coutesy of some really psyched out police officer...

long Pipe+nail+cap+washer+short pipe+connector (compressive)=12 ga screw action sawed-off shotgun...

Now he needed shells...

He hailed another taxi, and asked where he could find a sporting goods store, stating that he was misinfomed on the formalities of his business meeting, he was to go fishing...

BioGem Building, Research Complex

The two teams of black clad men took a stairwell each and proceeded down to the third level of the research complex, or the eighth sub-level with the bio-labs. The men didn’t check the two floors on the way down, just that the doors from the stairwells to each level were shut.

Both teams entered the bio-laboratory level at the same time, effected by radio coms, and swept their UMP.45 sub-machine guns looking for threats to drop, it was quite and surprisingly little damage had been done to the facility.

“Doctor Greenwell” Martin Knowles shouted in no particular direction.

There was no immediate response, but the men strained their ears to hear one.

“Doctor Greenwell, we are here to help you” Martin Knowles shouted again “Are you here” again the men listened but no response came. Knowles signalled for Larkin to take his team to the left again, and then with a pat of his left hand on the front of his helmet instructed his men to follow him as he went to the right.

As Martin Knowles and his five men walked around the first corner, which lead towards another central reception area like the security floor of the research complex, a chilling scream erupted from the fanged mouth of an infected primate.

“Shit” Knowles muttered quickly under his breath before yelling “Drop the fucker” by the time he finished the sentence his UMP.45 was dug into his shoulder and it began to spit angry lumps of .45 lead from its barrel and spent casings from its firing chamber.

The chimpanzee made for the six men in huge bounds that quickly ate up the distance between them. In a shower of blood the primate’s shoulders and left elbow exploded when the rounds chewed into its hairy flesh. The six men of Team One ran towards the chimpanzee as it collapsed to the floor, its body mangled but its eyes stilled filled with rage. Martin Knowles stepped onto the chimp’s neck with his left boot and lifting his UMP.45 to aim he double tapped the back of the chimp’s skull onto the carpet.

“Doctor Greenwell, can you hear me” Knowles shouted again as he and his team walked deeper into the facility, leaving the dead chimp next to its brains.

Hollow Pine

“Sure thing” the cab driver said to Stratton after he explained about his fishing trip that he just found out about.

As the taxi turned into the high street he started the small talk “hey you probably didn’t hear it yet but Stonewell just went tits up” edged up to a red light at a set of traffic lights on a four way junction “If you ask me its not a fishing rod you want but a shooter, I heard the army’s been called in to handle the riots" pulling away from the lights as they changed green he turned right and then the driver edged into a taxi rank out side the Hollow Pine Shopping Centre, an LCD display stating all its shop’s are “open twenty four hours a day seven days a week for customer convenience". As Stratton was exiting the rear of the taxi the cab driver said "its fucked up man, watch yourself” Stratton closed the door and the taxi disappeared onto another job.

Hollow Pine

“Sure thing” the cab driver said to Stratton after he explained about his fishing trip that he just found out about.

As the taxi turned into the high street he started the small talk “hey you probably didn’t hear it yet but Stonewell just went tits up” edged up to a red light at a set of traffic lights on a four way junction “If you ask me its not a fishing rod you want but a shooter, I heard the army’s been called in to handle the riots" pulling away from the lights as they changed green he turned right and then the driver edged into a taxi rank out side the Hollow Pine Shopping Centre, an LCD display stating all its shop’s are “open twenty four hours a day seven days a week for customer convenience". As Stratton was exiting the rear of the taxi the cab driver said "its fucked up man, watch yourself” Stratton closed the door and the taxi disappeared onto another job.

Stratton imediately started considering the cab driver as suspicious, that or is cover story was painfully weak... As he didn't recall bringing up the subject of Stonewell...

Could be a counter intellegence agent...

He declared that he did not hear of the incedent, and didn't even know where the place was in relation to his present location, but thanked the man for breaking the news to him.

At the store, he not only bought a total of 35 shells, which comprised of 5 rifled slugs, 5 flares, and 25 shotshells. He also purchased a full set of fishing gear, rod, bait, line and hook, plus a hat and tackle box... He paid for the items in full without complaint.

While leaving the store, he tossed the shells, bait, hooks, and line into the tackle box. Thus concealing his originally intended purchase...

Unless one decided to X-ray him...

He then hailed another taxi, making sure it was a different driver, he asked to be taken to Stonewell, to meet a friend and go for some fishing while they talk over a business deal.

Bob Bobbinson was a lonely man, and his only friends were his prized crowbar, Potato his pet rock, and his towel. He wouldn't realize that without his crowbar he might have been dead right now. He was a lonely hobbo who lived in the alleyways of stonewell. It was an ordinary day for him, and he was sitting on top of a flipped over garbage can, relaxing, with his towel stuffed in his pocket, and his crowbar in hand. He thought of how nice of a day it had been for him, no trouble from the cops, just a nice quiet peaceful day. *CLANG* "Wha- Hey whats that sound? Huh, hey whats goin down? Hello?" Bob could see the sillouette of a figure lurching towards him, "Brnhr..." it said, "Who are you?" asked Bob with a slight tone of alertness in his voice. "Braynghs!!!" "What did you say" asked bob quismically. "RAAARRGH!!!" The man lunged at Bob, who raised his crowbar in defense, stabbing it with the straight end in the chest, "RRRGGH!!!" it growled, but it showed no sign of pain, Bob instinctively kicked it in the chest pulling his crowbar out of it. And then plunged the tip of the curved end of the crowbar into the things head. It dropped dead (heh it rhymes). "What the Hell was that thing?" said bob. Bob worriedly looked at Potato "Oh my... at least that thing didn't hurt you." He cradled potato in his arm.

BioGem Building, Research Complex

Approaching the bio-laboratories the two teams met up again as the maze of concrete corridors intertwined around the laboratories.

“We are going to have to search each room until we find Greenwell” Martin Knowles said his men “Remember we want him alive” Checking his digital map again he indicated a location at the far end of the level and told his men to work through the rooms and met there.

Streets of Stonewell

The city of Stonewell was a mess just a few hours after infected chimps and people escaped the BioGem building the local police force was essentially no more, a few lucky police officers had managed to hold up at various locations around the city but on the whole law and order were just two empty words in Stonewell and the infect grew in numbers with every passing minute and every street they reached.

From the door way of the Last Chance Ranch officer Menzies loosed a round of twelve gauge buck-shot from his Benelli Nova shotgun. The round exploding an infected mans head no more than fifteen feet away.

A doorman lay in a pool of blood on the pavement next to the headless corpse of an infected man and officer Peter Menzies grabbed the push handle of the fire door style entrance to the Last Chance Ranch and hauled the door closed with a loud clang of metal on metal. Reaching into his ammo pack he grabbed four rounds and replenished the under barrel magazine as he stepped past the vacant paying in gate.

The music was still Blaring out of the high powered sound system in the nightclub, the dance floor was still covered in smoke from the smoke machines and the flashing multi-coloured lights mad it hard to focus on movements, but then in the corner of his eye something moved to his right.

In an alley way not to far from the Last Chance Ranch another survivor and his rock had a decision that might save his life or cost him it.

Hollow Pine

As the man, Bob Stratton, climbed into his taxi the driver, watch the man dressed in a business suit tell him to drive to Stonewell. Pulling out from the taxi rank and onto the quite roads the driver made his way out of the city and onto the motorway in the direction of Stonewell.

OOC: Ironcia, I just sent you a TG with my idea for joining in as a survivor of the local SWAT team. Is that okay?

BioGem Building, Research Complex

Approaching the bio-laboratories the two teams met up again as the maze of concrete corridors intertwined around the laboratories.

“We are going to have to search each room until we find Greenwell” Martin Knowles said his men “Remember we want him alive” Checking his digital map again he indicated a location at the far end of the level and told his men to work through the rooms and met there.

Streets of Stonewell

The city of Stonewell was a mess just a few hours after infected chimps and people escaped the BioGem building the local police force was essentially no more, a few lucky police officers had managed to hold up at various locations around the city but on the whole law and order were just two empty words in Stonewell and the infect grew in numbers with every passing minute and every street they reached.

From the door way of the Last Chance Ranch officer Menzies loosed a round of twelve gauge buck-shot from his Benelli Nova shotgun. The round exploding an infected mans head no more than fifteen feet away.

A doorman lay in a pool of blood on the pavement next to the headless corpse of an infected man and officer Peter Menzies grabbed the push handle of the fire door style entrance to the Last Chance Ranch and hauled the door closed with a loud clang of metal on metal. Reaching into his ammo pack he grabbed four rounds and replenished the under barrel magazine as he stepped past the vacant paying in gate.

The music was still Blaring out of the high powered sound system in the nightclub, the dance floor was still covered in smoke from the smoke machines and the flashing multi-coloured lights mad it hard to focus on movements, but then in the corner of his eye something moved to his right.

In an alley way not to far from the Last Chance Ranch another survivor and his rock had a decision that might save his life or cost him it.

Hollow Pine

As the man, Bob Stratton, climbed into his taxi the driver, watch the man dressed in a business suit tell him to drive to Stonewell. Pulling out from the taxi rank and onto the quite roads the driver made his way out of the city and onto the motorway in the direction of Stonewell.

Bob heard the loud clang of a door closing just down the street. He held his crowbar tightly and put potato in his pocket "Don't worry my friend, we're going to be ok." He ran towards the sound he heard and opened the door, he saw the decapitated man on the ground, he opened the door, he saw a man, a police officer, and noticed one of those, things coming up behind him, "LOOK OUT!!!" he yelled, and he grabbed potato and threw it at the monster, hitting it in the head, he got its attention, and it started running towards him, snarling viciously, and Bob hit his head with his crowbar, knocking it off of its feet. Bob then continued hitting it, until it had stopped flailing. He ran to pick up potato and said "I'm sorry I threw you buddy, but I did it to save this policemans life, besides your solid as a rock baby! Because... well you're a rock." He stashed potato in his pocket and wiped the sweat off of his face. He turned towards the police officer, "Hello there m'boy, my name is Bob Bobbinson. And I have no idea WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!!!"

OOC: Question, are these the slow lumbering resident evil zombies, or the insane terrifying 28 days later variety?

*Stonewell*

John Mason leaned his head back against the wall as tears rolled down his face. He shuddered again as he silently wept and then buried his face in his hands. There dead, all dead, but there not dead, their something...else he thought to himself as recalled his fellow officers and their attempts to save as many civilians as they could.

His commander, Lieutenant Nelson, who had served with the Stonewell police department for thirty years, had his throat ripped out by what looked like something that had once been an old woman.

Now Mason was next.

The creatures outside continued to bang on the thin metal covering that he dropped over the glass windows of the convenience store. The store reeked, the bodies of three of the things lay splattered across the floor, riddled with bullet holes.

Through the cracks in the metal plates, Mason saw one of the creatures squeeze its fingers and tongue through as it tried to get at its next meal. He fought back his revulsion and urge to vomit and let out a scream as he raised his carbine and emptied his magazine. The bullets cut through the metal like it wasn't there, and sliced through the horde of monsters trying to get in. Some of the rounds also cut through the links holding the metal plates together, and the lower half came crashing down under the weight of the horde.

His defences were gone, Mason panicked as he realized his mistake, both in wasting precious ammo, and in destroying his only defence. His mind raced for a minute as he thought he would die as the glass shattered and the things started to crawl into the store. The back door! he thought to himself as he slapped in a fresh magazine, squeed off a few rounds into the nearest creature and raced to the back.

He got to the door, which a thin slit window and saw several of the creatures wandering outside. He closed his eyes and thought for a second as the feeling of revulsion overwhelmed him again. He wasn't trained for this, but then again, no one was. He may have been the most junior member of the Stonewell Police Department Tactical Response Team, but he was a member nontheless, and the TRT had a history of prevailing in the most adverse situations. He would not let his fallen comrades down.

He opened the door and stepped out. His carbine swept left and right as he fired double taps into the heads of the horrifying beings, dropping one after another until the small group behind the store was gone. When the shooting stopped, seven creatures lay dead on the ground. Or at least as dead as they were likely to be, as they looked like they were dead before he shot them.

He looked around, not sure where to go, then decided to head for the city centre, surely there would be survivors there, perhaps the police, and the rest of the TRT would be holed up around the City Hall waiting for the military to rescue them.

OOC: Question, are these the slow lumbering resident evil zombies, or the insane terrifying 28 days later variety?
[snip]

OOC: They are of the fast variety, but with a desire for flesh and not violence, technically the 28 days later zombies weren't zombies, because zombies have a desire for flesh, and the ones in 28 days later have a desire for killing and violence. Even though they spread in a similar fashion that actual zombies do. Ask Ironcia though because I don't know everything about them.

Last Chance Ranch, Stonewell

As Jonathan Menzies took another step into the night club the lights dimmed for a second and the music slowed slightly as they did and then the night club fell dark and quite. Jonathan took a further step into the night club but couldn’t see anything in the darkness, a second later the emergency lights on wall mounts, which operated on battery packs, fill the night club with a dull light that faded into the smoke still lingering around the night clubs floor.

Jonathan span round at the noise of a rock hitting flesh and then a second later Bob Bobbinson shouting “look out”. Bob was a down and out bum that did nothing all day but rake through rubbish out the back of office blocks, Jonathan knew this because he did the South Central beat.

As Jonathan Menzies turned he saw Bob bludgeoning a man to death with a crow bar, something the tramp had always carried with him Jonathan remembered from the many times he had stopped to quiz the bum, but this is the first time the police officer had seen him using it. Cocking his Benelli Nova shotgun, slamming the but-stock into his right shoulder and pointing the deadly end at Bobs head “Freeze asshole” he yelled.

Bob Bobbinson explained what he was doing and a quick glance at Bob showed that aside from a layer of grime he was pretty much normal while the felled man had multiple festered bite marks on his arms.

Together they moved further into the night club Jonathan Menzies walked first sweeping his Benelli Nova shotgun through an arc from left to right as they walked, after a few steps they both heard the sharp report of controlled automatic rifle fire.

“That sounds like it’s around two streets away, hard to tell from in here” Officer Menzies said to Bob “But I’m sure it’s a G36 the rifle the tactical response unit teams use” .

Road to Stonewell

As the taxi cruised at near eighty miles an hour alone the motorway towards Stonewell, electronic signs along the sides of the motorway began to flash warnings of “congestion ahead” and that drivers should reduce speed now.

Further ahead, some five miles down the road the taxi driver and Bob Stratton didn’t come across any a lot of stationary traffic but rather five civilian cars waiting at a police road block consisting of four police cruisers parked near enough bumper to bumper with their bright blue/red lights flashing intermittently with two wooden barriers in front of them, each one straddling two lanes with the centrally aligned yellow sign reading “CAUTION ROAD CLOSED AHEAD” with blinking yellow lights above and below the writing.

Behind the four police cruisers blocking the road leading east towards Stonewell where a further two police cruisers with police officers stood near them with bright yellow reflective police jackets on and two Tactical Response Unit vehicles with sixteen TRU officers stood near them all dressed in black boiler suits and Kevlar protective gear, some carried G36 Carbine rifles slung around their neck others were enjoying a hot coffee in the cooled morning air.

As the taxi approached the road block a police officer with a light wand was waving left indicating he wanted the driver to go through the gap in the central reservation barrier and return the way they had come back along the motorway.

“Looks like we aren’t going to Stonewell anymore sir” the cabbie said into the back of the taxi as he swung right to go through the gap in the central reservation barrier.

Covent Military Base

James Cole like the thousands of other soldiers at Covent Base had readied their kit for the short trip to Stonewell, he had a FN M249 SAW the other four members of his fire team had Heckler and Koch G36 assault rifles, one of which had an under-slung 40mm grenade launcher.

All the soldiers had standard forest DPM uniforms with Kevlar vests, Knee pads, elbow pads and helmet, in their load carrying equipment they carried extra ammunition, hand thrown fragmentary and smoke grenades and rations of food and water. They were equipping as if they were going into a fire fight, they weren’t told why they had to do this but none the less the Major had ordered combat load out.

Some men jumped into Land Rover Wolf’s equipped with fifty calibre browning machine guns or FN M249 machine guns on a roof mount and others jumped into transport trucks, while other transport trucks carried and towed equipment.

James Cole and the rest of his Section of ten men and another section of ten men from his platoon were going first class, a ride in a Puma HC1. The door slide shut after the twenty men had climbed into the Puma HC1 and the spinning rotors picked up speed and the engine noise began to thump through the cabin and then in a cloud of dust the Puma HC1 climbed into the air along with fourteen others and raced off skimming the tree tops on a route to the bridges leading to the southern island of which Stonewell was the major city.

Road to Stonewell

As the taxi cruised at near eighty miles an hour alone the motorway towards Stonewell, electronic signs along the sides of the motorway began to flash warnings of “congestion ahead[/]” and that drivers should reduce speed now.

Further ahead, some five miles down the road the taxi driver and Bob Stratton didn’t come across any a lot of stationary traffic but rather five civilian cars waiting at a police road block consisting of four police cruisers parked near enough bumper to bumper with their bright blue/red lights flashing intermittently with two wooden barriers in front of them, each one straddling two lanes with the centrally aligned yellow sign reading “[i]CAUTION ROAD BLOCK AHEAD” with blinking yellow lights above and below the writing.

Behind the four police cruisers blocking the road leading east towards Stonewell where a further two police cruisers with police officers stood near them with bright yellow reflective police jackets on and two Tactical Response Unit vehicles with sixteen TRU officers stood near them all dressed in black boiler suits and Kevlar protective gear, some carried G36 Carbine rifles slung around their neck others were enjoying a hot coffee in the cooled morning air.

As the taxi approached the road block a police officer with a light wand was waving left indicating he wanted the driver to go through the gap in the central reservation barrier and return the way they had come back along the motorway.

“Looks like we aint going to Stonewell anymore sir” the cabbie said into the back of the taxi as he swung right to go through the gap in the central reservation barrier.

"Is there a road that is perpindicular to this? I'll pay extra if you let me off where there isn't a roadblock, prefferably wooded, even more if you promise to forget al about this."

He held out a considerable sum of Yan (7,000 to be precise), and waved it is front of a cabby.
------
Later:
Stratton walked through the open forest, until he came across what appeared to be a fortified line being constructed. He decided to sit tight and survey the situation further.

Road to Stonewell

The Taxi driver took the next off ramp on the westward heading lanes of the motorway and pulled into the side of the road. He looked at the money being wafted under his nose, following its movement from left to right with his eyes.

“Give me a second” he said as he reached down into the door pocket to his right. He flicked through the Ironcian A to Z index, then quickly to a map page near the rear of the book.

“Looks like the bridge is the only way onto the island" he scratched his stubbly chin with his left hand “There is a railway bridge about five miles north of the road bridge” he said half to himself and then quickly flick two pages further to the rear of the book “Or an old fishing village around five miles to the south of here, there may be boats there that you could hire to take you" the taxi driver finished and waited for his customer to decide what he wanted to do.

"The railroad bridge will be fine, thank you, speed is of the utmost importance."

He then went fishing through his tackle box...

Last Chance Ranch, Stonewell

As Jonathan Menzies took another step into the night club the lights dimmed for a second and the music slowed slightly as they did and then the night club fell dark and quite. Jonathan took a further step into the night club but couldn’t see anything in the darkness, a second later the emergency lights on wall mounts, which operated on battery packs, fill the night club with a dull light that faded into the smoke still lingering around the night clubs floor.

Jonathan span round at the noise of a rock hitting flesh and then a second later Bob Bobbinson shouting “look out”. Bob was a down and out bum that did nothing all day but rake through rubbish out the back of office blocks, Jonathan knew this because he did the South Central beat.

As Jonathan Menzies turned he saw Bob bludgeoning a man to death with a crow bar, something the tramp had always carried with him Jonathan remembered from the many times he had stopped to quiz the bum, but this is the first time the police officer had seen him using it. Cocking his Benelli Nova shotgun, slamming the but-stock into his right shoulder and pointing the deadly end at Bobs head “Freeze asshole” he yelled.

Bob Bobbinson explained what he was doing and a quick glance at Bob showed that aside from a layer of grime he was pretty much normal while the felled man had multiple festered bite marks on his arms.

Together they moved further into the night club Jonathan Menzies walked first sweeping his Benelli Nova shotgun through an arc from left to right as they walked, after a few steps they both heard the sharp report of controlled automatic rifle fire.

“That sounds like it’s around two streets away, hard to tell from in here” Officer Menzies said to Bob “But I’m sure it’s a G36 the rifle the tactical response unit teams use”.
[snip]

"Hey," said bob, "I remember you from before, yeh were that cop who was always checkin' out what I was doin' eh?" He looked at his rock. "Ahh, yes you remember 'im too 'ey?" He gave it a quick pat, and followed Jonathan.

Road to Stonewell

The taxi sped along the country road towards a small village which lay on the train tracks leading to and from the south eastern island that Stonewell city lay on.

Reaching the village of Green Beck the drive stopped at what looked like a little used train station consisting of a raised concrete platform and a ticket machine. The taxi was alongside the platform with its front bumper several inches the road crossing barrier which was still raised.

The village was still asleep at this time of morning, but it shouldn’t be to long till people started to stir. After all, people are usually early risers in the countryside.

Last Chance Ranch

“Yeah I remember you” Jonathan Menzies said to Bob “I’m going to see if I can link up with the guy with the machine gun” Jonathan looked Bob up and down and thought for a second “Are you coming with?” he asked the tramp.

BioGem Building, research level

Martin Knowles and one of his men where the first to reach the rendezvous location he had earlier indicated to his men, on his touch screen digital display pad attached to his wrist.

“What the fuck is taking them?” Knowles muttered to himself.
“Er what’s that boss?” the other man asked Martin Knowles.
“Shut the fuck up, Brian I wasn’t talking to you dip-shit" Martin said to Brian Gizzard “Watch that corridor and shut the fuck up” he said again to Brian as he point, in the opposite direction of the corridor he was watching.

OOC: Sorry, I had a rather high fever and couldn't make an intelligeable reply earlier
Road to Stonewell
The taxi sped along the country road towards a small village which lay on the train tracks leading to and from the south eastern island that Stonewell city lay on.

Reaching the village of Green Beck the driver stopped at what looked like a little used train station consisting of a raised concrete platform and a ticket machine. The taxi was alongside the platform with its front bumper several inches the road crossing barrier which was still raised.

The village was still asleep at this time of morning, but it shouldn’t be to long till people started to stir. After all, people are usually early risers in the countryside.


Green Beck
Stratton looked at the village, and the rails...

"Drive on the tracks, the city is quarantined, so there shouldn't be any trains going along this route."

He pulled out a shotshell, and loaded his 'pipe'.
He hoped the driver didn't notice that he spent his last Yan convincing the driver to find an ungaurded road.

Bridge to Shetland Island

As the police who had set up a road block to prevent anyone from the mainland crossing the bridge to the south-eastern Island waited by their vehicles and continued to wave the few cars that were using the motorway in the early hours the flight of fifteen Puma HC1 helicopters swept southwards overhead to a nearby field and proceeded to land and evacuate their passengers of soldiers.

Minutes after the first helicopter landed Major Willy Madison strode across the field and through the thin line of trees, that absorbed traffic noise, and down the steep bank, that ran along side the motorway, and proceeded onto the police road block.

“who’s running this show” he asked in his aggressive military manner.

“That would be me” a police officer, dressed in a dark blue uniform with a bright florescent yellow jacket over the top of it, stated in a frank but none confrontational way.

“Not anymore son” The Major said “The big boys are here now, you and your men can go home as soon as the trucks arrive”

“Trucks” the police officer asked quizzically.

“Your Damn right son” Major Madison boomed “We got us some trucks with concrete slabs as big as houses on their way to seal up this bridge”

“What for” the officer asked “I thought it was a riot in Stonewell”

“Like shit it is son” the Major responded half laughing “I see you’re not in the loop, don’t worry about it son”

Road to Stonewell

The Taxi driver bounced along the railway track at a steady ten miles an hour, even at this rate the taxi felt like a washing machine on a light spin. He looked in his rear view mirror and saw a military 4x4 cross the rail/road crossing just seconds after he had started down the track, lucky he wasn’t a few seconds earlier he thought to himself as he thought of the seven thousand yans the stranger wanted to pay him.

A few seconds after the first Land Rover Wolf cross the rail/road crossing the rest of convoy of Land Rover Wolf and transport trucks trundled over it towards the one road bridge to the south-eastern island on which Stonewell was the prominent city.

At the end of the convoy a truck with thirty two men on it and two Land Rover Wolfs, each with five men and either a Browning fifty cal of FN M249 Saw mounted on their roofs. They were setting up a quarantine zone for the south-eastern Island, soon no one would be able to get on or off the island by land routes.

Last Chance Ranch

Police officer Jonathan Menzies check his Benelli Nova shotgun again to make sure it had its full load of four rounds, after that he withdrew his Beretta PX4 Storm from his hip holster. It was chambered for a 9mm round and the magazine held seventeen rounds. Jonathan pulled back the slide and the first round popped into the firing chamber.

He would have offered the hand gun to Bob but for the fact police protocol absolutely ruled it out, and plus it was attached to his belt by an expanding coil of plastic coated wire.

Happy with his weapons and feeling ready for what was to come, as ready as anyone could be really, he looked at Bob who looked scared as Jonathan reached for the push handle on the fire door style main entrance to the nightclub. He pushed the bar down slowly and eased the door a fraction of an inch.


BioGem Building, research level

Martin Knowles scanned the hallway in front of him for movement of any kind, so far there hadn’t been any. There hadn’t been any for awhile from either way on the corridor and this was beginning to worry Knowles.

Martin Knowles looked up and down the corridor a last time and then pressed the two pads strapped to his neck “ Alpha Six to all call signs respond, over” he waited for ten seconds but no one responded to the request “Alpha Six to all call signs respond, god damn it” still no response from the other five two men teams who had split up to search for Doctor Greenwell.

Martin Knowles stood from his right knee and walked down to Brian Gizzard, as he walk passed he patted him on the shoulder while saying “come on were going looking, they’ve been to long” the two black clad men headed back towards the research rooms and corridors they had already been through.

Ironcian News Service

“Further to our report of large scale disturbances in the city of Stonewell the Home Secretary has issued a statement to all press agencies detailing that the south-eastern Island of Shetland has been placed under a strict quarantine after the populace of the city of Stonewell rioted earlier today descending the city and island into a state of severe unrest.”

“Military units have been dispatched to enforce the island’s isolation from the main land.”

“If you stay with us we shall have our military experts on shortly to detail the possible plans the army may use for the quarantine, and in other news today….”

OOC: I am interested in joining, but I don't know what is going on.

OOC: Mind if I assume you taxi driver has his radio on?

Road to Stonewell

The Taxi driver bounced along the railway track at a steady ten miles an hour, even at this rate the taxi felt like a washing machine on a light spin. He looked in his rear view mirror and saw a military 4x4 cross the rail/road crossing just seconds after he had started down the track, lucky he wasn’t a few seconds earlier he thought to himself as he thought of the seven thousand yans the stranger wanted to pay him.

A few seconds after the first Land Rover Wolf cross the rail/road crossing the rest of convoy of Land Rover Wolf and transport trucks trundled over it towards the one road bridge to the south-eastern island on which Stonewell was the prominent city.

At the end of the convoy a truck with thirty two men on it and two Land Rover Wolfs, each with five men and either a Browning fifty cal of FN M249 Saw mounted on their roofs. They were setting up a quarantine zone for the south-eastern Island, soon no one would be able to get on or off the island by land routes.

Ironcian News Service

“Further to our report of large scale disturbances in the city of Stonewell the Home Secretary has issued a statement to all press agencies detailing that the south-eastern Island of Shetland has been placed under a strict quarantine after the populace of the city of Stonewell rioted earlier today descending the city and island into a state of severe unrest.”

“Military units have been dispatched to enforce the island’s isolation from the main land.”

“If you stay with us we shall have our military experts on shortly to detail the possible plans the army may use for the quarantine, and in other news today….”
Shetland island
As Stratton listened to the radio, he craned his neck back to see a moderately sized convoy of heavily armed trucks preparing to finish off the quarantine.

The news report left a rather sour note, as riots tend to taper off after awhile, not to linger in the same place for a day and grow. It had more the smellings of a coup or revolution than a riot, except a coup would have occured in a more important location, and a revolution would have expanded faster than this. Somthing just wasn't right. Stratton was begining to believe he was in over his head, again...

--Over Stonewell--

The Libertarian Federation of Avisron had always invested a good amount of its resources into competent and reliable intelligence services. Random nations, those that usually had no involvement in any of the LFA's affairs, came under light survailance from a variety of Avisronite tools.

On this evening, the city of Stonewell was being overflown by a AVI-76 Advanced Strategic Intelligence Aircraft. Earlier in the day the Avisronite Central Intelligence Division had intercepted Ironcian news reports detailing an intense civil disturbance inside the city.

The AVI-76 was one of the most advanced airframes in the Avisronite arsenal. It was extremely stealthy, extremely fast, and had pretty good cameras on it. So good, infact, that it could read the numbers on paper money from its cruising altitude.

After a quick flyover, the AVI-76 landed back in Avisron. Because the aircrafts top priority was remaining undetected, it only had time to snap 117 pictures of the streets of Stonewell. What the ACID Analysts saw in some of the pictures shocked them.

People... were eating people... In the streets.

Having suffered a series of low scale zombie outbreaks in the past, the LFA knew the importance of keeping any outbreak, no matter how distant, contained. Zombies, if they had holes in the proper places, could theoretically roam the ocean floor for years, surfacing in another nation and starting another outbreak.

Thus, it was determined by Prime Minister David Wallace, and some of his top advisors, to question the nation of Ironcia about what was going on in their city, and possibly provide assistance in the form of an Amphibious Brigade.

[START ENCRYPTED MESSAGE]

TO: Ironcia
FROM: The Avisronite Department of State

We have caught wind of an outbreak of the undead in at least one of your cities. This is an urgent worldwide crisis. Having suffered several outbreaks in the past, we offer you suggestions.

First, accept the aid of the 11th Avisronite Army Division, 3rd Brigade into the city of Stonewell.

Second, stop all travel into and out of your nation. Not just the infected areas.

Third, allow no other foreign armies on your soil. As the Avisronite Army has elements trained in Counter Outbreak specifications, they'll better able to fight this threat than a random army. This must be contained.

[END]

Encrypted Message

To; The Avisronite Department of State
From; Foreign Office of Ironcia

Though we acknowledge there is an expanding civil disturbance in the city of Stonewell, we can neither confirm nor deny the presence of ‘zombies’ due to the total breakdown of the civil authorities of the city.

Our own military is currently in position to restore order to the affected area shortly, however in the case of a possible ‘zombie’ outbreak in the city of Stonewell and surrounding area we agree that advisors with a prior knowledge of that particular circumstance would be most helpful.

Thank you for your offer of help however a breakdown of force to be sent would be needed before an agreement can be reach on your deployment with in Ironcian territory or territorial waters.

Matthew Anderson
Minster of Foreign Relations
The Foreign Office



Bridge to Shetland Island

Major Willy Madison had ordered vehicle patrols to cross over the single road bridge to the Shetland Island, on which the city of Stonewell stood.

The First patrol to cross the bridge consisted of two Land Rover Wolf jeeps, each one carrying five soldiers with the lead Wolf carrying a roof mounted FN M249 SAW machine gun and the second Wolf carrying a roof mounted Browning fifty calibre machine gun.

James Cole Being a Lance Corporal was in command of the lead Land Rover Wolf with four other soldiers while Sergeant David Jones was in overall command of the ten men and two Wolfs and travelled in the second vehicle.

Sergeant Jones sat in the front passenger seat reached up for the radio hand set which was hanging from the of the Land Rover Wolf “Foxtrot Papa Two continue on this road till we reach Stonewell city limits, over”

Lance Corporal Cole radioed his received the message as a private drove along the motorway, seven miles to Stonewell road sign read, as they passed it.

Road to Stonewell

The Taxi ended its jarring ride across the rail bridge as the driver turned off the track as soon as he reached the other side of it.

“I’ll take as close to Stonewell as I can, but I don’t want to be going into Stonewell”

Last Chance Ranch

Police officer Jonathan Menzies fully opened the entrance to the nightclub and stepped out into the city street, apart from the dead men there wasn’t a soul to be seen, those creatures must have moved on, maybe towards the gun shots he had heard earlier, time was of the essence.

[i][u][b][size=4]Last Chance Ranch
Police officer Jonathan Menzies fully opened the entrance to the nightclub and stepped out into the city street, apart from the dead men there wasn’t a soul to be seen, those creatures must have moved on, maybe towards the gun shots he had heard earlier, time was of the essence.

"Jesus Christ" said Bob, this is scarier than Hell. Good thing I managed to sneak into several movie theaters to watch some zombie movies, of course I was let in outta kindness sometimes... depending on who was there..." He thought back of his memories of seeing all of the classic george romero, zombie movies, and then the crappy re-makes with the fast zombies, luckily he learned how to deal with them, you beat the crap out of their head or cut it off, it was very good for taking your anger out on something with no feelings that PETA wouldn't sue your ass for killing it. Probably because these things used to be human, and to be quite frank, PETA doesn't care about people.

[Encrypted Message]

TO: Foreign Office of Ironcia
FROM: The Avisronite Department of State

The force we can send into Stonewell is as follows.

3000 Soldiers
1500 Logistics Personnel
400 SOV.17 Ejíard Infantry Fighting Vehicles
30 KHaU-13 Attack Helicopters
15 GYT-09 Transport Helicopters

This force will be transported aboard 8 Stockhelm Amphibious Assault Ships and 2 Fusion Class Helicopter Warfare Vessels, which will be escorted by 4 Focus Class Destroyers.

To help you understand that you do infact have an outbreak of the undead on your hands, we will supply you with 29 photographs we have aquired. They show, in graphic detail, humans devouring humans. [Attachments]

Please do not waste any time in dealing with this situation. It will only spread until your entire nation, and possibly many more, face great risk.

[END]

Road to Stonewell

The Taxi ended its jarring ride across the rail bridge as the driver turned off the track as soon as he reached the other side of it.

“I’ll take as close to Stonewell as I can, but I don’t want to be going into Stonewell”

Shetland island
"I don't blame you for wanting to go back, but how do you plan on getting past their new road blocks and the usual military 'shoot first, ask questions later' policy?"

Stratton paused a bit as he considered how much he should tell the driver, and decided to tell him the whole story, since he wouldn't be able to do anything with it.

"If you head back, they will most likely shoot you, they have this place quarantined under the pretense that this is a riot, so how lucky do you think a taxi speeding down an old railroad is going to be? Whatever going on in the town is pretty bad, but it certainly looks more inviting than certain death, a sly person could raid a number of houses blind without anyone the wiser."

So Stratton didn't tell the whole truth, he had to keep the taxi driver interested in staying, and if the driver did decide to go back anyways, and lives past the roadblocks, he wouldn't have any real massive story to tell.

Bob stood around waiting for the police officer to respond.

Encrypted Message

To; The Avisronite Department of State
From; Foreign Office of Ironcia

Thank you for the information you have supplied and we agree that there does indeed appear to be a zombie infestation within the city of Stonewell and surrounding areas.

Your fleet has been cleared for passage through Ironcian territorial waters, and permission for your military personnel to deploy within the vicinity of Stonewell city has been granted.

Major William Madison is the commanding officer of our deployed forced in the area and will liaise with the commanding officer of your deployed force for a co-ordinated approach to ridding this vile disease from our shores.

If your fleet requires docking facilities please let me know as this can be easily arranged.

Matthew Anderson
Minster of Foreign Relations
The Foreign Office

Ironcian News Service

“A government spokes person has just revealed that the City of Stonewell is not in fact in the middle of civil unrest as previously reported but is in the grips of a suspected viral outbreak….a viral outbreak which causes people to behave like feral animals or zombies, which has resulted in the total collapse of all civil infrastructure in Stonewell and appears to be spreading to the neighbouring villages which are on the same Island as Stonewell” The reporter paused as he pre-read the part of his autocue “The Spokes person took care to assure us that the infection has not spread beyond Shetland Island and every care is being taken to ensure that it doesn’t”

Bridge to Shetland Island

Shortly after the first patrols on to the Shetland Island made their way towards Stonewell the large articulated lorries carrying the reinforced concrete slabs began to turn up and a wall of them was gradually placed across both east and west lanes of the motorway and the bridges mouth.

They were arranged in such a fashion that a long gap wide enough and long enough to fit to military transport lorries, one behind the other, and had thick steel gates at either end and would act in a identical was to a canal lock system.

Road to Stonewell

The taxi driver listened in horror at the broadcast, which had been aired on a local radio station shortly after the original broadcast.

“holy shit, holy shit” he repeated several times “did you hear that, zombies”

The local radio stations suddenly cut of in a high pitched fuzz and was replaced by the emergency broadcast system “ There is a high possibility that zombies are roaming the city of Stonewell, if you are still alive then stay indoors and lock all windows and doors. Help is on the way. Do not allow anyone into your home as they maybe infected even if they do not show any immediate signs of being so” then the message repeated on a continual loop.

“holy friggin shit, I can’t go there now man” the taxi driver said to Bob Stratton as he turns to look at his passenger


Streets of Stonewell

The sun was slowly rising over the city, which meant it must be nearly six am thought Jonathan Menzies. He could have checked his watch but no way was he gonna let go of his shotgun to look at his wrist.

The street had a few abandoned cars in it, mainly taxi’s but a few of them had obviously belonged to boy races, who had probably been cruising the city centre circuit checking out the young women enjoying their Friday night out.

Jonathan hadn’t heard anymore shoots fired since he and Bob Bobbinson had left the Last Chance Ranch night club and the eerie silence of the streets made even the slightest noise seem a thousand times more threatening. Jonathan swung his shotgun left towards a blacked alley and the clatter of metal bins being knocked over.

His shotgun aimed at the alleyway Jonathan took a quick glance to his left and saw that Bob was right beside him, and also ready for trouble.

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The motorway wound up a hill and at its peak the two Land Rover Wolf’s had stopped side by side. The two soldiers driving them with the jeeps keeping the engines idling while the other eight men looked down on the urban expanse of Stonewell which lay a mile down the road ahead of them.

Lance Corporal James Cole handed the sergeant a set of binoculars, saying “I don’t know Sir, I don’t see much going on down there” as he did so.

Sergeant David Jones took the binoculars and surveyed the scene in front of him “doesn’t there isn’t some fucker down there waiting to kill though”

After several minutes of looking at various locations through the binoculars the soldiers climbed back into their Land Rovers and they eased off down the road towards the city.

“Foxtrot Papa two, head straight for the city centre” the sergeant said into his radio hand set.

Ironcian News Service

“A government spokes person has just revealed that the City of Stonewell is not in fact in the middle of civil unrest as previously reported but is in the grips of a suspected viral outbreak….a viral outbreak which causes people to behave like feral animals or zombies, which has resulted in the total collapse of all civil infrastructure in Stonewell and appears to be spreading to the neighbouring villages which are on the same Island as Stonewell” The reporter paused as he pre-read the part of his autocue “The Spokes person took care to assure us that the infection has not spread beyond Shetland Island and every care is being taken to ensure that it doesn’t”

Road to Stonewell

The taxi driver listened in horror at the broadcast, which had been aired on a local radio station shortly after the original broadcast.

“holy shit, holy shit” he repeated several times “did you hear that, zombies”

The local radio stations suddenly cut of in a high pitched fuzz and was replaced by the emergency broadcast system “ There is a high possibility that zombies are roaming the city of Stonewell, if you are still alive then stay indoors and lock all windows and doors. Help is on the way. Do not allow anyone into your home as they maybe infected even if they do not show any immediate signs of being so” then the message repeated on a continual loop.

“holy friggin shit, I can’t go there now man” the taxi driver said to Bob Stratton as he turns to look at his passenger.

Road to Stonewell/Shetland Island

As Stratton heard the news report, he could only think one thing:
Crap

"You already are there. The whole island is infected, and chances are, if they are telling residents to shoot first and ask questions later when they find a survivor, what do you think those roadblocks are going to do to you? If you stay close, chances are you'll get through alive, run, and you are on your own. Anyways, what is your name?"

[After recieving a name, and to answer the driver's qustions]

"I'm Agent Stratton, Chitzeland Special Forces, operating in liasion with the Central Hurtian Intelligence Agency. You're in good hands."

Stratton then pulls up his improvised shotgun and loads it.

(OOC: I'll switch to a 'regular' character rather than the taxi driver as soon as possable, mostly keeping him alive and calm so he'd drive my character all the way into Stonewell, after which point he could be eaten by a zombie, that or I just shoot him now, dump the body, and drive in alone)

--Avisronite 3rd Amphibious Fleet--

The Avisronite fleet had been sailing at full speed since rumor of a zombie outbreak had surfaced within the LFA. Rear Admiral Ross, the commander of both the fleet and the amphibious forces, had established his Command Center aboard the AMV Raptor, one of the Focus Class Destroyers in the fleet.

He had formulated a plan to use airborne recon forces to find locations where troops could be easily deployed. The idea location was the rooftop of a one or two storey building. From here the AVMC Marines could calmly use precision rifle fire to bait zombie hordes into the area and obliterate them.

The second phase of the assault on Stonewell involved LTAC Transport Vessels bringing the armored vehicles ashore to conduct further, more extensive search and destroy missions, as well as support the rooftop Marines.

The only problem was that the sun was setting, and the Marines didn't feel comfortable establishing their initial positions in the dark. Past experience had proven that long-deceased undead lacked the body heat to be visable on thermal-imaging scanners. Because of this, putting Marines on the ground currently would be a disaster.

That didn't mean that nothing could be accomplished this night, however. KHaU-13 Attack Helicopters began flying sorties over Stonewell as soon as their transport vessels were within range. Using nightvision to manually and tediously find hordes, a flight of 12 KHaU-13's hunted any massive hordes of zombies in the streets of Stonewell. Any hordes that were spotted were targeted by 30mm Chainguns.

At the same time, UAV's swarmed over the city, searching for adequate potential positions for the AVMC.

--Avisronite 3rd Amphibious Fleet--

The Avisronite fleet had been sailing at full speed since rumor of a zombie outbreak had surfaced within the LFA. Rear Admiral Ross, the commander of both the fleet and the amphibious forces, had established his Command Center aboard the AMV Raptor, one of the Focus Class Destroyers in the fleet.

He had formulated a plan to use airborne recon forces to find locations where troops could be easily deployed. The idea location was the rooftop of a one or two storey building. From here the AVMC Marines could calmly use precision rifle fire to bait zombie hordes into the area and obliterate them.

The second phase of the assault on Stonewell involved LTAC Transport Vessels bringing the armored vehicles ashore to conduct further, more extensive search and destroy missions, as well as support the rooftop Marines.

The only problem was that the sun was setting, and the Marines didn't feel comfortable establishing their initial positions in the dark. Past experience had proven that long-deceased undead lacked the body heat to be visable on thermal-imaging scanners. Because of this, putting Marines on the ground currently would be a disaster.

That didn't mean that nothing could be accomplished this night, however. KHaU-13 Attack Helicopters began flying sorties over Stonewell as soon as their transport vessels were within range. Using nightvision to manually and tediously find hordes, a flight of 12 KHaU-13's hunted any massive hordes of zombies in the streets of Stonewell. Any hordes that were spotted were targeted by 30mm Chainguns.

At the same time, UAV's swarmed over the city, searching for adequate potential positions for the AVMC.

As they faced the alley way from which the clanging noise came from, bob heard jet engines roaring above him, he looked up in the sky and said "Uh John? What the hell are those things?" He turned back towards the alleyway and held his crowbar at the ready, "Alright you little bastard," he said while facing the alley, "its time to get your head beaten with a crowbar..."

OOC: Ironcia, you can have my permission to use bob to help your character kill the zombie/thing from the alley, but I don't want him to get bitten and/or die!

Road to Stonewell

“My n-name it’s Martin” the taxi driver replied to the question, though he wasn’t
really listening to whatever Bob Stratton was saying, he was listening intently to the Emergency Broadcast Service as it kept repeating the loop. The repeating message was doing little to calm Martin, in fact with each loop he became more and more frightened.

Then he saw the improvised weapon that Stratton had pulled from his tackle box and spluttered out “What the hell is that?” a cold realisation of being totally out of his depth beginning to take a strangle hold on him as he sank deeper into rigid fear.

Streets of Stonewell

The shadows suddenly moved in a blur a man ran from the alley, blood running down from his mouth on to his torn white shirt.

The shotgun dug into Jonathan’s shoulder as he squeezed the trigger. The infected man’s right shoulder kicked back as it exploded into a cloud of muscle and blood mist.

The infected man fell on to Jonathan, as he used his shotgun to keep the man off him but the weight was too much and the zombies biting mouth was inching closer to Jonathan’s own face. “Jesus Bob, do something for Christ’s sake” Jonathan shouted as the dead man made another lunge down, closer to his face

Road to Stonewell

“My n-name it’s Martin” the taxi driver replied to the question, though he wasn’t
really listening to whatever Bob Stratton was saying, he was listening intently to the Emergency Broadcast Service as it kept repeating the loop. The repeating message was doing little to calm Martin, in fact with each loop he became more and more frightened.

Then he saw the improvised weapon that Stratton had pulled from his tackle box and spluttered out “What the hell is that?” a cold realisation of being totally out of his depth beginning to take a strangle hold on him as he sank deeper into rigid fear.

Streets of Stonewell

The shadows suddenly moved in a blur a man ran from the alley, blood running down from his mouth on to his torn white shirt.

The shotgun dug into Jonathan’s shoulder as he squeezed the trigger. The infected man’s right shoulder kicked back as it exploded into a cloud of muscle and blood mist.

The infected man fell on to Jonathan, as he used his shotgun to keep the man off him but the weight was too much and the zombies biting mouth was inching closer to Jonathan’s own face. “Jesus Bob, do something for Christ’s sake” Jonathan shouted as the dead man made another lunge down, closer to his face.

Bob pulled potato out of his pocket, holding it with his left hand he immediately hit the crazy with a left hook, the rock hit its head, and knocked it over, bob hit it again with the rock, and then he swung the crowbar above his head with his right hand and swung it down on the crazy, penetrating it's skull, killing it. "Damn it, that crazy almost got yeh, you okay?" he reached out with his hand and helped Jonathan up, "Sorry aboot (ooc: lets just say hes canadian) that brother. I didn't expect it to come at us that fast. At least we will next time. Now whaddya suppose those things flying above us are eh?"

--Around Stonewell--

As the KHaU-13 Attack Helicopters begin to annihalate several columns of undread, GYT-09 Tactical Lift Helicopters begin flying missions into the city. Dropping off fireteams of 12 Marines on rooftops, the AVMC is establishing its initial positions within the city limits.

Upon arriving on rooftops, the first thing the Marines do is always secure the openings that lead from inside the building to the Marines positions. Usually this is accomplished by Marines quickly tossing grenades down the stairs, and then quickly using an axe to completely destroy them.

After the rooftops are secure the Marines begin using battery powered stereo systems to blare very loud music into the streets. This serves the sheer purpose of attracting zombies to the AVMC positions. The fireteams, being young men and women who aren't exactly non-terrified with the flesh devouring living dead, waste little time in going for head shots. Infact, they've been instructed to go for nothing less than headshots.

While the initial wave of Marines moved into the city, the second wave, the armored division, prepared to move while aboard the Amphibious Assault ships. Their time to fight will come soon enough...

Road to Stonewell
“My n-name it’s Martin” the taxi driver replied to the question, though he wasn’t
really listening to whatever Bob Stratton was saying, he was listening intently to the Emergency Broadcast Service as it kept repeating the loop. The repeating message was doing little to calm Martin, in fact with each loop he became more and more frightened.

Then he saw the improvised weapon that Stratton had pulled from his tackle box and spluttered out “What the hell is that?” a cold realisation of being totally out of his depth beginning to take a strangle hold on him as he sank deeper into rigid fear.
"A shotgun, CHIA cheaped out when it came to arming their new recruits. You might want to turn off that radio Martin, it won't tell you anything else you don't already know, as the radio station is most likely overun by now. You ever see what happens to your family when some nation comes by and decides to firebomb it just because it was in their way? Or how about them sinking the whole nation into the sea? If not, then you haven't see anything yet, this is nothing in comparission. This appears to be nothing more than a whole city gone crazy, and so long as others and ourselves keep up with our sanity, we'll survive. You understand me?"

Stratton looked about the desserted road.

"So where are we now?"
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OOC:
Yes, I'm re-using the POV that zombies are 'just people with a bad attitude and a refusal to die' speech... Mostly because the Chitzis and Parthians encounted HE80 firsthand to a limited extent... (the Parthians were on the recieving end, the Chitzis were left mostly in the dark, but word spreads regardless of the Hurtian soldiers that don't die...)

Hurtian Zombies and Parthian Flamethrowers don't mix... it just makes a mess of the battlefield...

Lighting Ort afire (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10865681&postcount=423), and now Pelsgord (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11393225&postcount=604)

FB-3C zombie outbrake, Chitzeland (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10990308&postcount=520)
Parthian POV (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10993176&postcount=522)
FB-3B (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11279821&postcount=591)
Both firebases were taken by Parthian Airborne forces while sustaining heavy losses, the Parthians soon ceased conducting raids against Hurtian firebases.

Parthians sinking a city: 1 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11540253&postcount=1104), 2 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11542368&postcount=1111), 3 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11544856&postcount=1129), 4 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11546953&postcount=1131)
Somehow, my forces managed to take Pelsgord and push the Parthans to the sea, as promised earlier to the Chitzis.
And yes, General Marcus Gable commanding Chitzi soldiers in Pelsgord...*
*The same person who gave the original 'zombies aren't that bad' speech... coincedence?
Marcus Gable is now deceased, he was killed during the Ort counter-offensive.


Marcus Gable: (in response to the suggestion that he confront his CO about zombies)
I've seen real zombies, these, these are just guys with bad attitudes and an unwillingness to die. A zombie will kill you in no time flat and walk even after decapitation, and are iommune to gas, these buggers aren't zombies. Why don't YOU go talk to my CO, I'm sure he'd be happy to have company, being dead and all!"

Bob stood around and waited some more, he also wiped the blood off of potato using his towel, he waited some more for Jonathan to reply, he then cleaned the blood off of his crowbar. "Eh yeh there brother?" He poked Jonathan and waited for him to reply.

Road to Stonewell

Turning the radio off Martin began to drive the taxi towards Stonewell again it was only two miles further down the road and Martin thought that Bob Stratton had made some sense in what he was saying however the rant about fire bombing families and shit and mulled over the though of it being a threat of some kind or just something that had happened in the poor mans past.

Before long the road sign stating that the city of Stonewell welcomes careful drivers, the road ahead however looked like every drive except the careful ones had used it, deep burrows of mud had been dug out of the grass that ran along the sides of the road by cars that had either been abandoned or the occupants killed, probably the second choice going off the blood on the window and doors lazily left open thought martin.

“This is as far as we go in the car, mate” Martin stated to Bob who was sitting in the rear seats “The road is good and block by these cars” The cold tingle of fear began to creep up Martins spine again as he contemplated walking through the city.

Streets of Stonewell

Using his shotgun as leverage, Jonathan rolled the zombie over to his right the dead mans weight making the job hard the dripping blood made the job quick, while Bob Bobbinson stood around waiting and poking him with his crow bar.

After he was clear of the dead man officer Jonathan Menzies looked up at the UAV’s floating across the morning sky and exclaimed “I don’t have a friggin clue what they are but, by god I hope they mean to help us”

The shots that Jonathan had heard earlier hadn’t been repeated again and he was beginning to think that the weapons user was probably dead already. He was just about to suggest going back into the nightclub to hold up till help arrived when the distant sound of pop music drifted across the dead cities skies.

“Sounds like a party, don’t it” Jonathan said to Bob as he began walking to the south were the music seemed to be coming from, only problem was between the two of them and the origin of the music lies the densely pack central business district (CBD) which along with many office blocks and the research building there are a number of residential buildings, and an awful lot of the wandering dead.

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As the two Land Rover Wolfs pulled of the motorway at the first exit for Stonewell city they took the first left at the roundabout which lead them into a residential estate with streets that curved and weaved around the houses built onto large plots of well manicured grass and rockeries.

As they turned into one of the streets a man emerged from a house running down the garden towards the jeeps, the two gunners swung their respective machine guns towards him and he stopped dead in his tracks, his arms out reaching.

“Please” he mumbled “Please” he said again louder “My family are inside, I have a wife and two children, please help us” he pleaded with the soldiers.

“Sir return to your house and lock and secure your doors and windows” Sergeant David Jones said as he stepped out of the second Land Rover Wolf, his right hand raised in the halt position. “More soldiers are coming after us to take you out of the city while order is restored to the city”

The man looked at the sergeant in disbelief and confusion as his hand fell to his sides.

Lets move on the Sergeant called out as he took a mental note of the mans address and then radioed it back to the base, that was being assembled on the other side of the only road bridge to the Shetland Island.

Bridge to Shetland Island

The barricade of reinforced concrete slabs and water lock type gateways onto the bridge had been completed quickly by the military engineers and the trucks and construction equipment moved onto the railroad bridge that was several miles to the north. As the truck slowly moved away down the motorway towards their destination Major Willy Madison turned from watching them and made his way up the steep embankment towards what was a developing military base, a command and communications centre had already been established in a large green tent, metal roads had been laid around the city of tents that were spring up in the field to prevent the field from becoming a mud bath.

The developing base was a dizzying hive of activity, as soldiers ran from tent to tent, trailing thick insulated wires here, there and everywhere something needs to be connected to something else.

Puma helicopters took off from temporary land pads to begin aerial patrols, and groups of Land Rover Wolf jeeps filled with men and various weapons mounted on their roofs set off for their assigned patrols to out lying villages and into the city of Stonewell itself.

As the Major walked into the command and control tent soldiers busied themselves testing and retesting radios and encryption equipment and electrical flows from generators, establishing satellite communications connections and high speed secured internet connections.

The Major reach over a wooden table with several maps of the local area spread across it and picked up a black metal radio receiver and placed it to his ear.
“Rear Admiral Ross, This is Major William Madison commander of Ironcian forces in the area” Major Willy Madison started “Your assistance in this mess is much appreciated and I see you have wasted no time in establishing a foot hold with in the city, I would like to talk to you about the several villages to the south of the city though as we believe the disease has not yet spread out from the city limits and your help in evacuating non-infected populace would be very much appreciated, over”

[Encrypted Message]

TO: Major William Madison
FROM: Rear Admiral Ross

You're just the person I was waiting to talk to.

I haven't put a fraction of the power I have into the city of Stonewell yet. Personally, I believe that the smaller percent of power we sent into the city, the better we'll do. I plan on replacing some manpower periodically, but maintaining the same positions within the city for the first few days. I can't tell you what to do on your own land, but I would highly suggest that your own forces focus on keeping this outbreak from moving off the island.

I've yet to move a single armored vehicle from my amphibious fleet. Because of your swiftness in making me aware of these uninfected villages, I believe I may be able to help you. I can land a single LTAC on the shoreline near the village and have a string of armored vehicles move in to transport the civilians out, back to the fleet, and then to whevever you want them.

Do you have a rough estimate of how many uninfected we're dealing with in these villages?

[END]

Streets of Stonewell

Using his shotgun as leverage, Jonathan rolled the zombie over to his right the dead mans weight making the job hard the dripping blood made the job quick, while Bob Bobbinson stood around waiting and poking him with his crow bar.

After he was clear of the dead man officer Jonathan Menzies looked up at the UAV’s floating across the morning sky and exclaimed “I don’t have a friggin clue what they are but, by god I hope they mean to help us”

The shots that Jonathan had heard earlier hadn’t been repeated again and he was beginning to think that the weapons user was probably dead already. He was just about to suggest going back into the nightclub to hold up till help arrived when the distant sound of pop music drifted across the dead cities skies.

“Sounds like a party, don’t it” Jonathan said to Bob as he began walking to the south were the music seemed to be coming from, only problem was between the two of them and the origin of the music lies the densely pack central business district (CBD) which along with many office blocks and the research building there are a number of residential buildings, and an awful lot of the wandering dead.

"God I hate pop music... unless specified." said bob. He followed John. "Potato likes it when I hit stuff with him, its like sex to him... unless specified."

Road to Stonewell

Turning the radio off Martin began to drive the taxi towards Stonewell again it was only two miles further down the road and Martin thought that Bob Stratton had made some sense in what he was saying however the rant about fire bombing families and shit and mulled over the though of it being a threat of some kind or just something that had happened in the poor mans past.

Before long the road sign stating that the city of Stonewell welcomes careful drivers, the road ahead however looked like every drive except the careful ones had used it, deep burrows of mud had been dug out of the grass that ran along the sides of the road by cars that had either been abandoned or the occupants killed, probably the second choice going off the blood on the window and doors lazily left open thought martin.

“This is as far as we go in the car, mate” Martin stated to Bob who was sitting in the rear seats “The road is good and block by these cars” The cold tingle of fear began to creep up Martins spine again as he contemplated walking through the city.

Outskirts of Stonewell

"So I'm going to have to walk... I won't order you to stay, or to follow me, but if you do, you must be less than 10 steps away from me at all times, and be as quiet as possable, these people have ears you know."

Stratton carefully opened his door and crawled out, and crouched behind the door as he slowly clsed it, making every effort to make not a sound, and trying to keep his situational awareness at a peak. He then paused there by the taxi waiting for Martin to either follow or leave, while at the same time, scanning the streets for 'rioters'.

bump cause page 4 isn't registering, and I'd like to format my post.

Road to Stonewell

Martin watched Bob Stratton leaving his taxi and head over to and around the abandoned cars, and thought about the merits of going with him or heading back to the main land when he suddenly notice that the business man turned Hurtian spy hadn’t paid his fare.

“Hey” Martin shouted as he stepped out of the taxi and ran after Bob “What about my seven thousand Yans”

Streets of Stonewell

As the two men walked through the deserted streets of Stonewell police officer Jonathan Menzies had two worries on his mind one was the ever present threat of a sudden death and then a possible spell as one of the undead and the other was Bob Bobbinson, who seemed to be showing even more sign of a worsening mental instability which could also mean a sudden death, neither option was what the officer wanted to think about but there he was all the same walking along a deserted city centre street with a crazy homeless man.

The only ray of hope that the pair had, on the pretty shitty situation, was a distant ghetto blaster playing pop music. The music was getting ever louder with every street they made it down. After passing the BioGem building, which reached high into the sky, Officer Menzies froze by an abandoned police patrol car. Blood sprayed up the side of the car told a grim story of what had happened there.

It is possible that the abandoned patrol car was driven by former friends of Jonathans or they could have been officers from another police station it was impossible to tell without looking inside the car at its onboard computer.

Bridge to Shetland Island

“Glad to hear it Admiral Ross” Major William ‘Willy’ Madison replied to the Rear Admiral “You have three villages on or near the southern coast with populations varying from approximately three hundred and sixty men women and children at Croxley which is right on the coast and has a small fishing harbour” Major Willy Madison flipped over a sheet of paper “And two hundred men women and children at Holly Beck, which is situated two miles in land towards Stonewell” He then scanned the next sheet of paper “And approximately one hundred men women and children at Potty Mere which is four miles west north west of Croxley” Shifting through some cut out maps of the villages and jotted notes Major Willy Madison continued “Of course care should been taken when approaching these villages as infection rates have not been confirmed but rather assumed, over”

As the Major spoke to Rear Admiral Ross three Apache helicopters approached the developing military base built around the bridge to Shetland Island. The noise of there rotors mixing in with that of the Puma helicopters which were either leaving to perform patrols or shuttling more troops and equipment in from other military bases.
Supply convoys of up to eight trucks at a time had started to arrive to build up a stock pile of food, fuel, weapons and ammunition.

Patrol Foxtrot Papa

After encountering the survivors in the residential area the two Land Rover Wolfs continued deeper into the city limits of Stonewell City. The house gave way to apartment complexes and low level commercial buildings such as office blocks, low density manufacturing facilities, and family own shops or supermarkets.

The Patrol turned left into a low level industrial park packed with call centres, local business head quarters and, as the patrol quickly found out the undead flesh eating monsters that were over running the city.

The driver of the lead Land Rover served to the right as the gunner loosed a volley from his FN M249 SAW the second Land Rover pulled level with the lead Land Rover and its own Browning .50 Calibre machine opened up on the undead crowd.

BioGem Building

“Four One, Star Eye secure, over” the pilot of the lead Raven said into his helmet mic
“Star Eye, Four One Secure, go ahead” a metallic voice responded through the pilot’s ear piece
“Four One, Star Eye, I am seeing an increase in airborne activity in the local area and requesting permission to disengage and return to base, over”
“Star Eye, Four One, disengage, disengage, disengage over” the metallic response came through the ear piece and the two ravens dove in between the cities tall buildings and banked north to evacuate the area.

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Martin Knowles eased the door of the research laboratory open and quickly scanned the room at eye level before stepping in through the doorway and to the right, Brian Gizzard followed him into the room but took up position to the left of the door.

Gently closing the door the two men separated to opposite corners and moved across the laboratory floor checking down between the separate work stations as they went, their weapons were raised to the fire position ready to drop any threat as it appeared.

At the other end of the laboratory Martin Knowles and Brian Gizzard stood either side of the door with their backs pressed against the wall scanning the room they had just crossed. Martin reached up to his throat and press the two pads strapped to this neck. “Alpha Six to all call signs respond, over” he tried to raise the other ten members of his team again, and again no answer came.

The two black clad men stepped through the doorway and into the next hallway, the entire level was a mess but there was still no sign of life anywhere, just a building that resembled a destruction site with sickening amounts of blood sprayed on the walls and pooled on the floor making the carpets a stomach turning mush under their feet.

Streets of Stonewell

As the two men walked through the deserted streets of Stonewell police officer Jonathan Menzies had two worries on his mind one was the ever present threat of a sudden death and then a possible spell as one of the undead and the other was Bob Bobbinson, who seemed to be showing even more sign of a worsening mental instability which could also mean a sudden death, neither option was what the officer wanted to think about but there he was all the same walking along a deserted city centre street with a crazy homeless man.

The only ray of hope that the pair had, on the pretty shitty situation, was a distant ghetto blaster playing pop music. The music was getting ever louder with every street they made it down. After passing the BioGem building, which reached high into the sky, Officer Menzies froze by an abandoned police patrol car. Blood sprayed up the side of the car told a grim story of what had happened there.

It is possible that the abandoned patrol car was driven by former friends of Jonathans or they could have been officers from another police station it was impossible to tell without looking inside the car at its onboard computer.

"Oh my," said bob as soon as he saw the police car, "wait, we could possibly use that for transportation, unless specified, we oughta see if we could find the keys to it, if we can't we could pick the lock or hotwire it... unless specified."

--AVMC Positions Inside Stonewell--

The Avisronite Marine Corps positions inside Stonewell were beginning to lure scores of undead to their doorsteps. Fortunately for the AVMC, their reconnaissance forces had put the riflemen in the best positions available within the city. Further to the fortune of the Marine riflemen, the undead were stupid. They knew no tactics. Never would a ghoul hide, or fire a weapon [accurate] at a Marine. The undead could never make it to the riflemen, but those Marines could sure as hell knock down alot of undead.

As the morning proceeded, several positions started to run low on ammunition. Several radio messages to the fleet resulted in the entire helicopter fleet moving tons of ammunition to these rooftop positions.

In one status report, an AVMC Lieutenant gave an ominous description of the scene around his firebase.

"The dead are starting to pile up," he started, "They just appear here, and go crazy at the base of our building. They can't climb, but they moan, and that's starting to get annoying. I've instructed my riflemen to deanimate the fuckers the moment they're within range, but we can definately feel the city closing in on us. It's just very haunting to witness a city... a society... collapse."

Jolt ate reply, paraphrasing:
Road to Stonewell

Martin watched Bob Stratton leaving his taxi and head over to and around the abandoned cars, and thought about the merits of going with him or heading back to the main land when he suddenly notice that the business man turned Hurtian spy hadn’t paid his fare.

“Hey” Martin shouted as he stepped out of the taxi and ran after Bob “What about my seven thousand Yans!”

Stratton scorned Martin for raising his voice, and most likely attracting unwanted attention, even though Stratton wasn't sure of the 'zombie outbreak' story, he didn't want whatever was causing the mess to find him. And Martin just made their job easier.

After shushing Martin, Stratton explained that the extra money would be picked up from one of the abandoned homes. Which now thanks to Martin, they would have to hide away inside of until the rioters (zombies) passed.

In a manner that seemed ripped out of a police forced entry demonstration, Stratton blasted and then kicked open a door while rapidly reloading his 'shotgun' and scanning the area around himself.

#Foyer is clear# he thought to himself, as he pulled out the knife he was issued earlier.

"Go find yourself a gun, then find yourself your 100,000 yans... But if you persist in making this an assisted suicide, I'd be happy to oblige." He said in an angry but hushed tone. "Check the room up ahead, I'll cover you."

Road to Stonewell

Martin ran inside the abandoned house after Bob Stratton to avoid the mob of zombies that Stratton had said would be coming soon because he had shouted after him.

Pushing the door shut after him he realised it could not be locked because Bob Stratton had shot out the door lock to gain entry, so he pulled a telephone table across to wedge it up against the damaged door.

Agent Stratton had told Martin to ‘check the room ahead’ of them to Martins horror.
“I’m not a commando I drive a bloody taxi for a living man” was Martin’s response to that order.

Streets of Stonewell

Jonathan thought that Bob Bobbinson idea was sound, which surprised him because he thought the tramp was crazy.

The driver’s door was open and looking in he saw that the keys were still in the ignition and more to the point the engine was actually running, something he should have notice earlier really.

Climbing into the driver’s seat he glanced down into the passenger’s foot well and saw what he was hoping for the shotgun that most police patrol cars carried there. It was secured by a key lock clamp, which wasn’t a problem because he had the keys to the vehicle.

“Get in” he said to Bob as he eased the handbrake of “this will really speed up our progress across the city”

Bridge to Shetland Island

Major Willy Madison thought about the last message he had received from the Avisronite Rear Admiral for a second.

“I’m sorry to hear your men are finding it emotionally hard to kill the unarmed infected populace but they should take comfort in knowing that with every infected unit they eliminate they are effectively saving a living person from the effects of this disgusting disease, over”

Patrol Foxtrot Papa

Spent casing from the fifty calibre Browning machine gun and 5.56 millimetre casing from the FN M249 machine gun bounced across the roofs as the projectiles cut through the horde of undead, arms, legs and heads were severed from bodies by the large rounds while the smaller rounds created fine mists of blood, pulp and snot as they burrowed through their targets.

BioGem Building

The blood soaked carpet squelched under the feet of the two men as they crept as quietly as possible along the corridor towards the next research laboratory.

The two men stood either side of the door again and Martin went in first again, with Brian following him.

As soon as the door opened a gargled scream emitted from the far right of the room. Both men had the HK USP 45 submachine guns raised at the ready and unleashed a volley of lead at the infected man.

Road to Stonewell

Martin ran inside the abandoned house after Bob Stratton to avoid the mob of zombies that Stratton had said would be coming soon because he had shouted after him.

Pushing the door shut after him he realised it could not be locked because Bob Stratton had shot out the door lock to gain entry, so he pulled a telephone table across to wedge it up against the damaged door.

Agent Stratton had told Martin to ‘check the room ahead’ of them to Martins horror.
“I’m not a commando I drive a bloody taxi for a living man” was Martin’s response to that order.

"If you can't trust me enough to cover your rear out here, and you don't trust yourself to survive on your own out here, why are you still here? Now walk over to that door and look inside, if someone tries to jump you, duck. Oh, and don't forget to check the floor and ceiling..."

--Avisronite 3rd Amphibious Fleet--

Rear Admiral Ross had a problem. He believed in the defensive deployment of military power in order to stop small brush fires from growing into raging infernos. However, Ironcia had been totally different from everything else he'd ever been trained to deal with.

An entire city, and perhaps more territory, had devolved into nihilistic chaos - and Ross had put his Marines right in the middle of it.

So far he hadn't heard of a single Avisronite casulty. This could be attributed to the great recon work done before the establishment of the positions.

The problem, however, was that now he was being asked by his Ironcian counterpart to aid in the evacuation of over 600 civilians from an unsecured area. Rear Admiral Ross simply didn't have the manpower of infrastructure to move that many people and still do anything to help clean out the surrounding countryside. He couldn't tell the counterpart that though...

[Radio Message to Major Willy Madison]

"I'm going to send in a small recon force to determine just how many people are infected. It'll be a while before I can start evacuating people, however. You should move any resources you have."

Streets of Stonewell

Jonathan thought that Bob Bobbinson idea was sound, which surprised him because he thought the tramp was crazy.

The driver’s door was open and looking in he saw that the keys were still in the ignition and more to the point the engine was actually running, something he should have notice earlier really.

Climbing into the driver’s seat he glanced down into the passenger’s foot well and saw what he was hoping for the shotgun that most police patrol cars carried there. It was secured by a key lock clamp, which wasn’t a problem because he had the keys to the vehicle.

“Get in” he said to Bob as he eased the handbrake of “this will really speed up our progress across the city”

OOC: Sorry for the delay, I'm on spring break now, I'm in london!

IC: Bob got into the car and locked his door, "Hey mate, could I see that shotgun for a sec, don't worry I ain't gonna shoot yeh laddy." After he was handed the shotgun he looked around the car for some sort of adhesive, he saw a roll of duct tape in the glove compartment, and then proceeded to tape his crowbar to the shotgun, he finished attatching it when the roll of tape ran out of tape to be used. "Ere we are. Now we got ourselves a shotbar." He checked the shotgun to see how many shells were in it, it was full. "Lets get rollin' shall we?"

Road to Stonewell

Martin looked at Bob’s pipe shotgun and then at the door down the hall, sweat trickled down his back making him shiver for a second “Ok” he said and slowly walked down the hall edging ever closer to the half open door, he listened intently for any noise but all he could hear was the pounding of his own heart as his pulsed raced up past a hundred beats a minute.

Speed was his best chance, Martin thought as he pushed the door all the way open. He scanned the room the floor the walls and the ceiling just as Bob had instructed. Nothing, nothing at all in here he thought as he stepped in to the room.

Streets of Stonewell

Gunning the engine of the patrol car Jonathan and Bob Bobbinson speed of down the road, Jonathan gave a side glance at Bob as he stuck his finger into the shotguns under barrel magazine to check it for rounds.

“There should be some shells in the glove box” Jonathan said and then thought ‘What the hell did I say that for’ as he had just armed a civilian which went against police doctrine.

Two city blocks further south than they had been the police patrol car began to splutter and struggle for power.

“Shit” Jonathan muttered to himself “Where out of fuel”

As the car lurched to a stop on a junction were two roads crossed, Jonathan stepped out and grabbed his shotgun, the sun was still rising and now Jonathan could see that right here right now was probably the worst place in the world to be, down three of the roads several zombies were staggering around abandoned vehicles and behind them, on the road they had just travelled down, zombies were emerging from the buildings lining the road.


Bridge to Shetland Island

Six Puma helicopters rose from their pads at the temporary military base built around the only bridge to Shetland Island. They were to split into three flights of two helicopters and scout the three villages the Major had asked the Avisronite forces to secure.

If the helicopters could visually confirm that the villages had not been infected then they where to deploy their soldiers to provide a defence for the three villages and organise evacuations.

Patrol Foxtrot Papa

The two Land Rover Wolf jeeps began to reverse away from the advancing zombies as it seemed that they were incredibly hard to kill. The amount of round levelled into the crowd of living dead should have left them all nursing a severe headache before the pearly gates, yet they just wouldn’t stay down.

Some were missing arms some were missing legs but all of them were advancing on the two vehicles.

BioGem Building

The zombies brains were spread across the cream painted wall behind him and his torso spilled more blood onto the already blood soaked carpets. Quickly crossing the road they two men stepped into the next hallway, a man dressed in black boiler suit and Kevlar vest stood thirty meters down the poorly lit hallway.

The man’s back was to them and his arms were hung by his sides, his UMP. 45 sub-machine gun was no were to be seen, he appeared to be staring at the ground in front of him.

Streets of Stonewell

Gunning the engine of the patrol car Jonathan and Bob Bobbinson speed of down the road, Jonathan gave a side glance at Bob as he stuck his finger into the shotguns under barrel magazine to check it for rounds.

“There should be some shells in the glove box” Jonathan said and then thought ‘What the hell did I say that for’ as he had just armed a civilian which went against police doctrine.

Two city blocks further south than they had been the police patrol car began to splutter and struggle for power.

“Shit” Jonathan muttered to himself “We're out of fuel”

As the car lurched to a stop on a junction were two roads crossed, Jonathan stepped out and grabbed his shotgun, the sun was still rising and now Jonathan could see that right here right now was probably the worst place in the world to be, down three of the roads several zombies were staggering around abandoned vehicles and behind them, on the road they had just travelled down, zombies were emerging from the buildings lining the road.

Bob took all of the shells out of the glovebox and stuffed them in his trenchcoats pocket. "Don't worry, I'm an army veteran, I fought in the vietnam war, I did some undercover stuff, I was a Navy Seal, I went AWOL after everyone I was on a classified operation with was killed in an ambush, I kind of went a bit loopy after that. I was originally from Australia, I immigrated to the states, and joined the seals. I found the rock in vietnam." He looked at the mob of zombies and said "We oughta get to another building, are we any closer to the annoying pop music thats playing? ...And the gun shots."

Road to Stonewell

Martin looked at Bob’s pipe shotgun and then at the door down the hall, sweat trickled down his back making him shiver for a second “Ok” he said and slowly walked down the hall edging ever closer to the half open door, he listened intently for any noise but all he could hear was the pounding of his own heart as his pulsed raced up past a hundred beats a minute.

Speed was his best chance, Martin thought as he pushed the door all the way open. He scanned the room the floor the walls and the ceiling just as Bob had instructed. Nothing, nothing at all in here he thought as he stepped in to the room.

Bob watched as Martin hesitated by the door, he thought he saw movement, but chances are his eyes and nervs were playing tricks on him.

#Martin's paranoia must be getting to me...# he thought

He barely noticed Martin step in, and quickly followed up behind, rather than hesitate and cause Martin to notice that he too, was on the verge of panic, he just dealt with it differently. He took a final glance up and down the hall after seeing Martin inside and alright, then he entered the room as well.

Bob then searched any closets or containers for something Martin could use as a weapon, or any other supplies that may become useful.

--Stonewell--

The AVMC Marine positions are becoming increasingly surrounded by the undead. The Marines were tactfully putting rounds into every ghoul within range. In one incident, an entire firebase had to be evacuated after the weight of the undead against an exterior wall caused a collapse and structural integrity was lost. Fortunately for the Marines at this position, however, a GYT-09 Tactical Lift Helicopter had just moved through the area and was able to hastily evacuate the Marines.

Thirty minutes after the hasty evacuation an AVG-11 Regional Bomber flying from the Avisronite aircraft carrier promptly obliterated the former AVMC position using a 15,000 lb. bomb whose explosion could be heard all around Stonewell.

--Villages--

On the outskirts of the villages, a single KHMV Scout Vehicle moved slowly. The few soldiers inside would take advantage of a massive array of sensors to stealthly and securely recon the surrounding villages. The KHMV was the next generation of Avisronite light vehicles. With its high stature and secure door perched on the rear of the vehicle, it was easily defendable. It was also fairly large, and appeared to resemble the famed "Russian humvee." It could carry at least 14 fully armed soldiers. It wasn't operating in a troop transport function, however, so it had plenty of room to carry extra equipment and personal weapons/ammunition.

A darker mission was hatching, though...

Road to Stonewell

Martin helped Bob search through the cupboards and draws for something that could be used as a weapon that the owner of the house may have left. He pulled open a draw near the bottom of a wooden sideboard and found a .45 calibre revolver and a nearly full carton of rounds for the hand gun.

“Sweet Jesus” Martin muttered as he lifted the gun from the draw “I think you should have this, because, well you’re a spy and know how to shot it” he offered the gun to Bob.

The rumble of an amazingly powerful bomb detonating on the other side of the city sent a mild tremor through the house.

Streets of Stonewell

Jonathan jumped from the driver’s seat and ran for a nearby building, it was a five storey residential block with a seven step concrete and brick stair well leading to the buildings entrance.

Jonathans shotgun kicked into his shoulder as he unloaded a round of hot shot into a nearby zombies face cause its head to exploded into a thick pulp of blood, snot, brains and flesh. A quick pull back on the pump action loaded another shell which was quickly fired into another zombie.

“Come on Bob” Jonathan yelled at the Vietnam vet, come immigrant, come tramp.

Opening the door Jonathan dropped another zombie with a point blank shot into its chest. He hesitated as he levelled his gun on the young mans face, them blew the man’s brains through the back of his skull.

Patrol Foxtrot Papa


“Foxtrot Papa to Base” Sergeant David Jones spoke into the radios hand set.
“Base, Foxtrot Papa, go ahead” the radio operator at the Shetland Island Bridge replied.
“Foxtrot Papa, Contact with infected populace, we are falling back and require assistance”
“Base, Confirmed Foxtrot Papa”
“Foxtrot Papa, Our location is blue twelve, repeat blue twelve”
“Base, Confirmed blue twelve, air support en-route to blue twelve[/i]”
“Foxtrot Papa, Roger that bas--Babooooom--what the fuck was that” As the sergeant was responding to the radio operator an explosion some two miles away on rocked the earth around his patrol. Looking around the horizon sergeant David Jones saw the massive mushroom cloud surging into the sky from the Avizronite fifteen thousand pound bomb.
“Foxtrot Papa, I have just witness the detonation of a possible tactical nuclear device please advise[/i]”
“Base, hold” was the radio operators response and then a few seconds later “Son this is Major Madison you are to return to base immediately” with that the two jeeps, that had continued reversing and firing into the advancing zombies executed quick turns and sped back to the base on the other side of the Shetland Island bridge.

Bridge to Shetland Island

As two of the three Apache Longbow helicopters disappeared into clouds of dust as they lifted into the air Major Willy Madison lifted the radio hand set from his ear “Get the rest of our patrols out of Stonewell and get me that god damned Avizronite Admiral on the line” the radio operators busied about their tasks of recalling the other jeep patrols as one turned to the Major “Rear Admiral Ross on your hand set sir”
“Rear Admiral Ross, one of my patrols has reported a possible nuclear detonation with in Stonewell city limits, care to fill me in on what the hell is going on”
(note; referring to the 15,000lb bomb)

BioGem Building

Martin Knowles and Brian Gizzard approached the man quietly from behind and when they were less than fifteen metres away Martin knew it was Gary Clark, a member of his team.

“Gary, what the fuck are doing” he whispered just as the shock wave from the bomb rocked the BioGem sublevel research complex the deafening rumble reverberating through the corridors, rooms and research laboratories. When the two men had recovered from the shockwave they saw that Gary had turned to face them and half his face had been chewed off, blood and saliva dribbled from his exposed teeth and torn skin.

Streets of Stonewell

Jonathan jumped from the driver’s seat and ran for a nearby building, it was a five storey residential block with a seven step concrete and brick stair well leading to the buildings entrance.

Jonathans shotgun kicked into his shoulder as he unloaded a round of hot shot into a nearby zombies face cause its head to exploded into a thick pulp of blood, snot, brains and flesh. A quick pull back on the pump action loaded another shell which was quickly fired into another zombie.

“Come on Bob” Jonathan yelled at the Vietnam vet, come immigrant, come tramp.

Opening the door Jonathan dropped another zombie with a point blank shot into its chest. He hesitated as he levelled his gun on the young mans face, them blew the man’s brains through the back of his skull.

"Aight, lets go blow some brains out!" Bob blew a Zombies head off with his shotbar.

Road to Stonewell

Martin helped Bob search through the cupboards and draws for something that could be used as a weapon that the owner of the house may have left. He pulled open a draw near the bottom of a wooden sideboard and found a .45 calibre revolver and a nearly full carton of rounds for the hand gun.

“Sweet Jesus” Martin muttered as he lifted the gun from the draw “I think you should have this, because, well you’re a spy and know how to shot it” he offered the gun to Bob.

The rumble of an amazingly powerful bomb detonating on the other side of the city sent a mild tremor through the house.

OOC:
If double action:
.454 Cassual (Taurus mod. Raging Bull (http://world.guns.ru/handguns/hg42-e.htm)), .45 Long Colt (Colt mk. V revolvers (http://world.guns.ru/handguns/hg83-e.htm)), or .45 ACP (S&W N frame (http://world.guns.ru/handguns/hg77-e.htm))?

.357, .38 and .44 would have been more common.

Course, it could be a Colt M1873 'Peacemaker' (production runs 1873-1941, 1956-present), with a 12" Buntline barrel for all I know. [Made history when used in Philipean islands] (Or a Ruger remake (http://world.guns.ru/handguns/hg100-e.htm))

Either way, it's a big gun... And ICly Stratton would have to consider the risks of giving Martin the improvised shotgun or the massive revolver.

I'd rather it NOT be the M1873 or Ruger since they can only be reloaded and unloaded one bullet at a time...

--Radio Transmission--

TO: Major Willy Madison
FROM: Lieutenant Beem

The Admiral is currently preoccupied, I'll be handling future communications.

The explosion your forces are registering within the city of Stonewell WAS NOT nuclear. Repeat, WAS NOT NUCLEAR in nature. The device was a very large, but conventional, 15,000 pound bomb. It was used in order to clear a very large horde of approaching ghouls.

Rest assured that the Avisronite Navy or AVMC forces operating in this region will not, repeat, WILL NOT use tactical or strategic nuclear warheads at this time. Request that you make us aware of the positions of your forces. We will not drop massive bombs near them.

[END]

OOC:
Quoted

(OOC; It dosen't matter, its a handgun that fires .45 rounds and carries a load of six rounds and there is a box with lots of extra bullets in it.)

S&W M1917/Model 625 in .45 ACP it is then.

Stratton noted the explosion, and for a moment, thought Martin was exclaiming about the blast.

“Sweet Jesus” Martin muttered as he lifted the gun from the drawer

"A bit odd for a revolt or riot to resualt in those kinds of explosions... whoever set that charge off must be extremely well supplied, and have little regard for human life, or extremely desprate and most likely dead..."

“I think you should have this, because, well you’re a spy and know how to shot it” he offered the gun to Bob.

"Eh?"

He then took a look at the gun... then the ammo...

"Smith and Weson, N frame; .45 ACP..."

He then took the gun, opened the chambers, and looked at the breech.

He then stated rather glumly and matter-o-factly:
"M1917, requires moon clips to fire, otherwise this gun is essentally useless..."

He then dug in the drawers beneath, and found one locked, he took the butt of his "shotgun" and smashed it open, revealing 6 half moon clips, and 3 full moon clips.

He then gave the shotgun to Martin.
"Fire only if you can't see or hear me and you cannot fight off the zombies on your own, as chances are they'll be rather close, and you'll only get one shot, besides that, swing it like a club and mind which end the shot comes out of. Firing is by twisting the cap clockwise or the barrel counter-clockwise, I recommend you fire from the hip, reloading by unscrewing the cap, shaking the shell out, and inserting a new one."

He then proceeded to load a singl half-moon of bullets into his gun, and closed the chamber, setting the gun aside, he loaded another 15 bullets into the clips from the box of 20 bullets, leaving only 2 'spare' bullets without a clip, he set these two in his left pocket, knowing that he will need them later.

He then remmembered to give martin the 25 (now 23) shotshell box and 5 slugs.

"Save the slugs for long shots"

--AVMC Firebases Around Stonewell--

The firing positions of the AVMC, having been in place for several hours now, were beginning to become swamped by the undead menace. The average firebase, containing only one dozen or so Marines, was becoming increasingly hard to defend in the face of an undead onslaught that included ghouls climbing over each other and nearing the same height as the AVMC structure. To cope with this the Marines begin extracting from the smaller structures using helicopters and relocating to larger structures with several other squads. At these new positions the Marines are once again in control of the situation.

The old, abandoned firebases at the center of undead attention are subsequently bombarded with 8 inch naval high explosive shells from two Focus Class Destroyers sitting just off the coast.

At the rate the conflict is going AVMC tacticians believe that the undead menace within the City of Stonewell will be eliminated within 24 hours. At this point AVMC armored vehicles will enter the city and conduct extensive search and destroy operations.

--Avisronite 3rd Amphibious Fleet--

Rear Admiral Ross was finally starting to make progress. Since he had recieved his initital briefing on the situation in Stonewell he KNEW that just a few hundred armored vehicles wasn't going to be enough firepower to clear out a massive urban area [not to mention the surrounding suburban area and wilderness] in a systematic manner. Of course the Rear Admiral also understood that putting the entire Avisronite Marine Corps into the City of Stonewell would result in unorganised clutter which would in turn cost lives.

In short, Ross knew he had to convince the people back home that Stonewell was a big enough issue to put more assets into, but still convince them not to send 400,000 Marines.

That's exactly what he got, too. In the middle of the day word came to the Avisronite 3rd Amphibious Fleet that reinforcements were on the way. Nearly 20 amphibious assault ships carrying 4000 KHMV "Yaris" Scout Vehicles, several utility vessels carrying helicopters and LTAC Amphibious Transportation Vehicles, and a whole new supply convoy were all headed to reinforce the AVMC's hold on Stonewell, which had stagnated.

(OOC; Sorry for late reply, lots of personnal shit going on and lots of overtime at work)

Road to Stonewell

Martin held the pipe gun in both hands as he looked at it. “So I just twist this bit here..” as he spoke he also did the motion of twisting the screw at the end of the pipe and the loaded round expelled from the business end of the shot pipe and blew a hole into the rooms ceiling. “…Right so then, where are we going now?” He said as he unwound the screw firing pin and clumsily tried to reload the shot pipe.

Streets of Stonewell

“Only infected people Bob” Jonathan said to the comment from Bob Bobbinson. “Think we should head for the rooftop and see if we can catch the attention of one of the nearby aircraft”

He looked up and down the hallway they were stood in. It ran from the front of the building to the rear of the building with a wooden stair case built onto the left hand wall around the middle of the hallway. Several of the apartment doors were open on the ground floor and Jonathan guessed that the rest of the building would be the same, he just hoped that any infected people that may have lived here before had already left.

Patrol Foxtrot Papa

The two LandRover Wolf jeeps of patrol Foxtrot Papa merged with two other patrols as it rejoined the motorway back to the Shetland Island bridge base.

Radio chatter between the six LandRover Wolf jeeps and the reinforced concrete fortifications on the other side of the bridge ensured that everyone knew what was going on.

In the distance the two Apache Longbow attack helicopters swooped down on the horde of zombies, following patrol Foxtrot Papa’s retreat, unleashing thirty millimetre rounds and maelstrom of 2.75 inch rockets into the groupings of flesh hungry beasts.

Bridge to Shetland Island

“Well God Damn, you must have some big arsed planes on your carriers, but that’s besides the point” Major Willy Madison said “If you are going to use suck powerful weapons you need to inform my command prior and in good time so any friendly forces in the area can be warned and relocated” As the Major was speaking a LADAR operator signalled the detection of a Skylord helicopter on approach.

Receiving the news the Major cut short the conversation “That will be all for now Lieutenant Beem, I’ll be in touch in due course to discus this communications break down with Rear Admiral Ross” and he replaced the radio handset.

The Skylord, an Ironcian indigenous, quickly approached the base and came to a sudden hover above a vacant helicopter pad and its three landing gears extended from its under body and it landed, around it the dust cloud swirled away from the helicopter but the rotor design kept a clear vortex in which the pilots could clearly see the ground.

As the engines idled down and the rotor blades slowed the rear cabin door slid forward and two bodyguards jumped out eyeing everyone and everything for threats, then Brigadier Marshall Cain stepped down from the rear cabin and made his way to the command tent as two more bodyguards jumped down from the helicopter and followed him.

BioGem Building

Martin Knowles lifted his gun to the fire position with the butt-stock firmly seated in his right shoulder and loosed three rounds at Gary Clark , two round punctured his neck and the third tore through is left shoulder and they barely slowed him down.

Brian Gizzard was stunned by Martins shots but he quickly regained his professionalism as his gun was ready to fire as the last round from Martins burnt and chewed its way through the tendons, nerves and bone of Gary’s shoulder. Double tapping the trigger released six .45 calibre rounds from his Heckler and Koch UMP .45 sub-machine gun. The clustered rounds decimated Gary’s head and severed what remained of his neck from what remained of his head.

--Avisronite 3rd Amphibious Fleet--

"Okay then, we'll begin using smaller munitions. Just have your forces avoid any massive zombie hordes.

--Avisronite 14th AVOST Fleet--

The new Avisronite reinforcements, now dubbed the 14th AVOST Fleet, has reached open ocean and is now moving towards Ironcia at its fastest speed. Even though the 14th AVOST contained a good number of large and bulky transport vessels it would still be able to make decent time.

It would still take weeks to get the massive shipment to Ironcia, but once there it would bring forth the undead hordes final demise.

(OOC; Sorry for late reply, lots of personnal shit going on and lots of overtime at work)

Road to Stonewell

Martin held the pipe gun in both hands as he looked at it. “So I just twist this bit here..” as he spoke he also did the motion of twisting the screw at the end of the pipe and the loaded round expelled from the business end of the shot pipe and blew a hole into the rooms ceiling. “…Right so then, where are we going now?” He said as he unwound the screw firing pin and clumsily tried to reload the shot pipe.

Stratton was a bit shocked at Martin's need to 'test' his new weapon on the ceiling, his first reaction was to make sure his head wasn't in the path of the muzzle, followed by not getting in the way of falling debris, and making sure Martin wasn't too rattled by having nearly fragged his client (who still hasn't paid).

"Alright; so now it's 22 shotshells and 5 slugs... that firing mecanism is a bit fidgety, so always point it in such a direction that it may go off at any moment... So please, don't ever point that thing at me..."

He then motioned Martin to the next room:
"After you."

OOC:
His reasoning is that Martin is a very poor shot, and doesn't want to get fragged by his own gun, secondly, the man in front would only have enough time to shoot 1 shot or two and duck if there was a zombie around the corner, so the pistol makes for a better weapon to cover the rear, provided one is a good shot.

This places a single shot weapon at less of a dissadvantage on point than a repeater vesus as a suppressive fire weapon, this becomes more noticable when the point weapon is a shotgun and the support weapon is a pistol.

Plus, it allows you to describe the rooms before I start using a toilet in the kitchen or something silly like that.

Road to Stonewell

Martin, still a bit shuck up, finished tightening the firing screw to the end of his ‘gun’ and crept quietly to the door Bob Stratton had indicated.

He looked at Bob for a seconded and then, feeling every bit the hero raised his right foot and kicked the door for all he was worth. The door flew open and slammed against a kitchen bench with a loud crash.

Jumping through the open doorway Martin held the shot-pipe at waist height with his left hand while grasping the firing screw in his right. The door swung back against Martin, with nearly as much force as he had kicked it with, throwing him up against the doorframe with the door driving into the middle of his shoulder blades.

The shot-pipe discharged again destroying a plastic kettle, standing on a bench to the right of the kitchens door, sending flecks of plastic, metal and water around the kitchen.

“Arrggh” cried Martin as this was happening, he dropped the shot-pipe in his sudden self inflicted pain and scrambled to pick it back up as the door bounced back away from him. Luckily the kitchen was empty as well.

Streets of Stonewell

At the top of the first flight of stairs Jonathan scanned the landing, it was another hallway stretching from the front wall of the building to the rear wall of the building. On this floor several of the apartment doors were shut, Jonathan pointed these out to Bob Bobbinson and quietly asked.

“Should we see if anyone is still alive in those flats?”

It had only been a few hours since the original outbreak of the zombie virus in Stonewell and there was still every chance that normal, uninfected people were still alive in the city.

Bridge to Shetland Island

Brigadier Marshall Cain walked into the command tent and returned the salute of the troops and Major Willy Madison as he did so.

“Major Madison The brigadier said as if it was a statement “I need you to send force to this building here” he indicated the location of the BioGem building in Stonewell city centre.

“There are a few important people that we are interested in extracting before they are lost to this biological threat”

“Sir may I ask as to who these people are and why they are so important?” Major Willy Madison asked while scanning the map showing the building and surrounding city centre road lay out “We haven’t actually got people that far into the city yet, only out-lying suburbs and industrial estates have been reconnoitred so far”

“The why is classified Major and not important to a rescue mission, the who is however and you will be looking for a Dr Samuel Greenwell a head researcher at the BioGem facility and a squad of special forces personnel deployed early this morning, however communications with this squad was lost shortly after deployment”

The Major stopped scanning the map and tracking a line through the streets with his fingers. “Special forces” he asked almost to himself as he thought to himself.

“Is this disaster linked to the BioGem research complex sir” Major Willy Madison’s experienced military mind was beginning to draw conclusions on the developing situation. It was looking as if he had not been fully informed about the situation as well.

BioGem Building

Martin and Brian ran past the now fully dead body of Gary as he lay on the hallway floor, they were making there way back through the Laboratories, trying to find the elusive doctor Greenwell as well as link up with whoever remained of their twelve man team.

“All call signs respond” Martin Knowles spoke into his throat mike as he pressed the two pads strapped to his throat. Again there was no response. The fate of the rest of his men was looking bleak and the mission was beginning to look like a total wash out. “All call signs respond” Martin tried again “Bravo Two here, I’m with Bravo Three and Alphas One and Four over”

--The Avisronite 3rd Amphibious Fleet--

Rear Admiral Ross had to make a decision. His deployment was most definately beginning to lose its potency in the face of a much larger zombie horde than he - or anyone else - had originally planned for. Ross still had one asset up his sleeve, though. The AVMC had deployed 400 SOV.17 Ejíard Infantry Fighting Vehicles as well as their operational crew. These vehicles could carry 8 passengers each - a fact that would make a column of them a very competent force for clearing out an infested city.

And so, after weighing every possibility from bombarding random buildings to sneaking a thermonuclear warhead into the city, Rear Admiral William Ross made a decision.

He was putting vehicles on the ground.

Quickly after making his decision, LTAC Amphibious Transportation Units - hardened hovercraft - depart from the AVMC vessels and head for the shoreline. Heavy machine gun positions on the LTAC's and KHaU-13 Attack Helicopters overhead all stand guard to prevent stray undead from roaming onto the LTAC's while they unload their cargo.

The SOV.17's are grouped into squads of 4 vehicles each, which will press into the center of the city and carefully use demounted infantry and vehicle-borne heavy weapons to hunt the undead menace.

Meanwhile, Avisronite Central Intelligence Division analysts pour over intelligence of Stonewell. There had to be a start to this madness. Several suspects included a flaw in genetically modified crops, a zombie from ANOTHER outbreak wandering along the ocean floor and into the city, and a terrorist act. However, because of the rate at which the outbreak had spread coupled with the obvious pathway of destruction that lead from the center of the city outward, the ACID eventually came to one conclusion.

Something happened at the BioGem Research Facility...

The armed forces of the Libertarian Federation were becoming increasingly privatized and thus, had to create funds from "side job" type operations to help fill their shortcomings in their massive budget that the government had left behind. There was a distinct possibility that the BioGem Research Facility contained clues as to what started this outbreak - among other things.

With all of this in mind a group of 20 SOV.17's had special orders to travel in a convoy to the BioGem facility...

Road to Stonewell

Martin, still a bit shuck up, finished tightening the firing screw to the end of his ‘gun’ and crept quietly to the door Bob Stratton had indicated.

He looked at Bob for a seconded and then, feeling every bit the hero raised his right foot and kicked the door for all he was worth. The door flew open and slammed against a kitchen bench with a loud crash.

Jumping through the open doorway Martin held the shot-pipe at waist height with his left hand while grasping the firing screw in his right. The door swung back against Martin, with nearly as much force as he had kicked it with, throwing him up against the doorframe with the door driving into the middle of his shoulder blades.

The shot-pipe discharged again destroying a plastic kettle, standing on a bench to the right of the kitchens door, sending flecks of plastic, metal and water around the kitchen.

“Arrggh” cried Martin as this was happening, he dropped the shot-pipe in his sudden self inflicted and scrambled to pick it back up as the door bounced back away from him. Luckily the kitchen was empty as well.


After seeing that he was 'attacked' by the kitchen door, Stratton just shook his head in disbelief as he looked at the wrecked door...
"That is an interior door, why would it have a lock? Besides, that isn't how you kick down a door, you want to stant to the side with your back to the wall and kick the door, then charge completely through the door..."

He then helped Martun back up to his feet again. as he scanned the contertops for anything useful, the knife rack and refridgerator were of interest, as he raided the cupboards and such for food supplies, and picked up a large butcher's knife from the block.

He also observed the small mess made of the kitchen when the the shotgun went off, there was water in that pan... meaning someone was here not too long ago. To make sure, he checked the temprature of the water, the settings on the stove, and the faucet on the sink.

To Martin:
"Someone else was here not too long ago... They were preparing a meal... What time is it right now?"

OOC:
Is this a multiple story building? Car in the garage?

OOC:
Is this a multiple story building? Car in the garage?

What ever bud, we've cleared the sitting room and kitchen, if you want me to detail the clearing of every room I can, if you want to get another car go with it.

What ever bud, we've cleared the sitting room and kitchen, if you want me to detail the clearing of every room I can, if you want to get another car go with it.

OOC
So I guess that means I'll clear the next room, I'll have to trrust Martin sometime, and I can't do that by jamming a gun up his back and telling him to march...

So, would you rather the original residents are still alive and inside, dead inside the building, suicide, or fled?

It i your nation, and your RP, your land, essentally, I know almost nothing, you know everything at this moment OOCly.

I know Stratton and Martin are in a house, and cleared a hallway, kitchen and a parlor room, the front door was wrecked and re-barricaded, and the kitchen door is now a mess, the building was occupied not too long ago. The streets are choked full of abandoned cars, making road travel impossble except on foot or with a tank. So far we've ransacked ourselves a large pistol, an improvised shotgun, ammo, some food, and some cutlery (and Sterling Silverware?).

Beyond that, I know that other nations are getting involved, and are starting to bomb out some locations and run patrols through others with light tank (which is a bit familiar if they start sending individual tanks and discover the BioGem building). Also, there so far has been little in the way on searching for a cure this time.

However, I do not know if the building I'm inside of is a single story ranch house, 2 story, or whether it has a basement, I also am undecided upon whether it is still occupied, and by what, and the assorted contents and who the former residents were (which would affect what I find inside). These, I could guess at.

I do know they had a .45 caliber pistol and plenty of ammo, suggesting they are gun-nuts, but not the 'self defense' type, so finding a sniper rifle and/or shotgun would be feasable. I also know they didn't take the .45 with them if they left, meaning they either didn't see it as a worthwhile weapon for their safety, or that they didn't leave.

I also noticed the plastic kettle was on a bench, and not a table or countertop, suggesting that our 'survivor' is rather short, most likely a very young kid (like 5 years old).

When character logically start knowing more than the RPers do of a given situation, then things go crazy.

(OOC; Bench/countertop mean the same thing to me. as bench was meant in the term of work-surface bench not plant your arse bench.

The house is a house it dosent matter if it has an upstairs or not go with what you want, and if you want more surviviors then its a case of more people for me to RP.)

Streets of Stonewell

At the top of the first flight of stairs Jonathan scanned the landing, it was another hallway stretching from the front wall of the building to the rear wall of the building. On this floor several of the apartment doors were shut, Jonathan pointed these out to Bob Bobbinson and quietly asked.

“Should we see if anyone is still alive in those flats?”

It had only been a few hours since the original outbreak of the zombie virus in Stonewell and there was still every chance that normal, uninfected people were still alive in the city.

Bob said casually, "Why take the stairs, when we can take..." *DING* the elevator doors opened and a Zombie ran out towards bob, he aimed at the zombie and it ran into the crowbar attached to the shotgun, it impaled its head, killing it, again. Bob finished his sentence, "...the elevator?"

--Stonewell--

The AVMC was beginning to fight their way into the city. After an exhausting afternoon of coming ashore the 400 SOV.17's slowly and methodically press towards the center of Stonewell.

The small number of Avisronite Marines on rooftops can only attract and kill so many zombies. The number of people who are actually alive within Stonewell give a large number of stray zombies targets to go after.

The SOV.17's move into neighborhoods previously untouched by the AVMC. Using their main weapon - a duel-caliber 25/35 mm gatling gun - to obliterate stray zombies, these patrols begin to thin out other hordes. It's the hope of the AVMC that within a few days the hordes will be thinned out enough for their Ironcian counterparts to at least deliver food and supplies to the survivors.

Meanwhile, Convoy: Capitalism - the 20 SOV.17's that have the special mission of securing the BioGem Complex - moves extremely quickly through the city. Some of the forward-most vehicles have titanium-reinforced bulldozer units attached to help make knocking the massive amounts of abandoned vehicles out of the way. Avoiding zombies, the convoy simply changes streets and calls in naval gunfire.

Convoy: Capitalism will arrive at the BioGem Complex within 3 hours, their mission slowed by several large roadblocks - several of which are obliterated by anti-tank missiles.

Another mission is being hatched, as well. Any city faces massive vandalism and looting during civil unrest such as that being experienced in Stonewell. What most looters don't have available to them, however, is massive military grade firepower.

The Avisronite Department of Defense needs to help make ends meet and, seeing an array of unguarded banks far from the Ironcian military or police, launches a crusade to completely and professionally loot almost every bank in the city. Usual tactics include securing the surrounding area with KHaU-13 support, securing the entrance using a parked SOV.17, using a weak EMP burst to disable any cameras, breaching the vault, and finally loading its entire contents onto either the massive AVT-12 Tranport VTOL Vehicles or large trucks to be shipped back to the amphibious ships.

Road to Stonewell

“Wow, that was amazing!” Martin stated as he was busy reloading his shot-pipe “You can tell all that just from checking that pan and the sink” he continued as he watch Bob checking the remains of the kitchen.

After a quick glance around the kitchen, including behind himself and the kitchen door Martin stated “Well they are not here now!” and lent against the fridge door, after a slight struggle he finally got the spent shell out and the next shell into the pipe. He began to carefully tighten the firing screw into his pipe-gun taking extra care not to over tighten the home made weapon.

Streets of Stonewell

“That’s why” Jonathon said pointing at the dead creature lying between himself and Bob “God knows what’s on the next floor and the floor after that” he looked at the elevator and then back at Bob as he said “if those doors open on to a hallway of those fuckers we’re seven kinds of screwed” he quickly glanced around the hallway to make sure no more zombies were around then said “let’s go and take a look at these flats”

Jonathan slowly walked along the first floor hallway towards one of the closed doors, his shotgun was pointing at the floor for safety, something they taught him during his training as a police officer and reminded him everyday since, the but-stock was still nuzzled tight into his right shoulder so the weapon could be brought to bear quickly.

As he reached the door he stood to one side and looked to see where Bob was before he knocked on the door.

Bridge to Shetland Island

Major Willy Madison ordered one of his captains to lead the recovery mission to the BioGem facility in the heart of Stonewell City and as the captain disappeared to plan a route the Major order one of the communications officers to inform the Avisronite naval force of the Ironcian convoy heading into Stonewell with in the hour.

The Major eyed Brigadier Marshall Cain, while the Brigadier was scanning maps, and thought to himself ‘what the fuck do you want with BioGem’

BioGem Building

After receiving the response from Bravo Two, Martin and Brian made their way to the room the four other men where hold up in.

“Bravo Two, Alpha Six”
“Alpha Six, Bravo Two copy”
“Careful boss, the corridor is ripe with zombies

As he received the warning Martin and Brian stopped just short of the turn in the corridor, the room the other men were hold in was just around the corner. Using hand signals he told Brian to hold his position and watch for threats from the rear. As Brian did just that Martin edge along the wall towards the corner ahead of him.

Keeping himself off the wall, as sliding along would create a scrapping noise which may alert the zombies to his presence. He was nearly at the corner when he stopped and took a slight step to his left. Doing that revealed slightly more of the corridor without actually sticking his head round the corner for the zombies to see. Another step to the left and inching forward slightly revealed even more of the corridor around the corner.

Martin could see three zombies now, all with their backs to the corner he was spying from. Another left-forward stepped and Martin could see the door to the laboratory Bravo Two and the other three men from his team where hiding. Seven zombies were now in sight and he could see the end of the corridor so there couldn’t be anymore as the corridor ended at a closed door.

Streets of Stonewell

“That’s why” Jonathon said pointing at the dead creature lying between himself and Bob “God knows what’s on the next floor and the floor after that” he looked at the elevator and then back at Bob as he said “if those doors open on to a hallway of those fuckers we’re seven kinds of screwed” he quickly glanced around the hallway to make sure no more zombies were around then said “let’s go and take a look at these flats”

Jonathan slowly walked along the first floor hallway towards one of the closed doors, his shotgun was pointing at the floor for safety, something they taught him during his training as a police officer and reminded him everyday since, the but-stock was still nuzzled tight into his right shoulder so the weapon could be brought to bear quickly.

As he reached the door he stood to one side and looked to see where Bob was before he knocked on the door.

Bob replied, "Yep I'm with yeh."

--BioGem Complex--

Rear Admiral Ross as well as the commanders at the Avisronite Central Intelligence Division realize something. If the Ironcian military is allowed to gain control of the BioGem complex before LFA forces look over it a significant opportunity to help turn a profit will have been lost. It is also rather obvious to everyone in the Avisronite command structure that Convoy: Capitalism is becoming bogged down and will likely not reach the structure early enough to make a difference.

That, however, is now a moot point. The ACID has deemed the BioGem building a high value target and gains authorisation to use every means possible to gain access to it. Quickly, the Avisronite aircraft carrier operating with the 3rd Amphibious Fleet launches 4 AVT-12 Transportation Vehicles. These large vehicle are able to carry 25 fully armed Marines each, and they do.

They quickly fly over the city and drop off their AVMC personnel in under 30 minutes. The 100 Marines quickly enter the building and search the upper floors for access to the BioGem computer network. The ACID has provided these Marines with advanced technology, and the entire database will be downloaded before it is unencrypted.

After finding access to the network, the Marines secure all access points to their floor and await the completion of the download.

Road to Stonewell

“Wow, that was amazing!” Martin stated as he was busy reloading his shot-pipe “You can tell all that just from checking that pan and the sink” he continued as he watch Bob checking the remains of the kitchen.

After a quick glance around the kitchen, including behind himself and the kitchen door Martin stated “Well they are not here now!” and lent against the fridge door, after a slight struggle he finally got the spent shell out and the next shell into the pipe. He began to carefully tighten the firing screw into his pipe-gun taking extra care not to over tighten the home made weapon.

"It's an acquired skill..." Stratton grunted as he finished piecing the mess together. "I suggest you take what you want from this house, I'll check the bedroom..."

Stratton left Martin alone in the kitchen for a moment, then returned.

"There's nothing in the bedroom worth looking at, just some dead bodies, drug overdose..." Stratton holds some an almost empty bottles of Asprin, Codine, Methylphenidate,, Valium, Vytorim, and Viagra...
"Two painkillers, a stimulant, a tranqualizer, a blood thinner, and a form of 'male enhancement', plus some orange juice, coffee, and red wine, made for one heck of a party in there..."

A short pause as Stratton just stands there looking at his feet, he then outstreched his hand, in it, he held a large fistful of jewelry.
"They won't be needing these any longer, consider your cab fare paid, so, where to now?"

Road to Stonewell

“Now look here!” Martin protested with his raised up to his shoulders open handed with his palms towards Bob Stratton “I’m a taxi driver not a criminal!” he looked at Bob and shook his head as he lowered his hands down to his side “I wouldn’t even know what to do with that stuff” he walked out of the kitchen the door and then back in, his voice raised now, and pointing at Bob “Damn it, you promised me seven thousand yans not stolen jewellery!”

Streets of Stonewell

There was no reply from the flat after Jonathans first knock, he knocked again and still no reply. He looked at Bob Bobbinson “What do you want to do?” he asked, knowing that the flat may hide another survivor or a zombie or two behind its locked door

Bridge to Shetland Island

The patrols were sent back into Stonewell after the all clear was received from the Avisronite force about the fifteen tonne bomb had been dropped on the city.
After the last group of two Land Rover Wolf jeeps left the double gates and crossed the bridge the convoy heading to the BioGem facility left the steadily growing military base.

BioGem Building

Martin and Brian stepped around the corner at the same time both of them had their Heckler and Koch UMP45 submachine guns shouldered and ready to fire. The two men fired controlled bursts into the walking dead. Heads burst into crimson clouds and the blue carpet turned black as the infected men and women’s blood spilled onto

Streets of Stonewell

There was no reply from the flat after Jonathans first knock, he knocked again and still no reply. He looked at Bob Bobbinson “What do you want to do?” he asked, knowing that the flat may hide another survivor or a zombie or two behind its locked door.

Bob pumped his shotbar, and said, "I say I should throw potato in through the window." Bob took his pet rock out and tossed it through the said window. He heard nothing, but suddenly a zombie leaped at him, impaling itself on his shotbar, clawing at him, luckily it couldn't reach him because it had short arms, bob pulled the trigger on the shotbar, blowing it off of the crowbar it had impaled itself on, bob stomped on its head swiftly after he shot it. He picked up potato, and cleaned his gun off with his trenchcoat. "Lets see if there's any food in 'ere mate? Eh?" Bob carefully stepped inside carefully, he pumped his shotbar again, and loaded it up with some more shells.

--AVMC Rooftop Position #9--

"That can't be good."

Lieutenant Brian Ward watched as an exterior wall of the supermarket his platoon was stationed on began to collapse. This development, the final in a long chain of events that would lead to the once proud AVMC outpost being swarmed and overrun by the undead, was infact not very good.

"We have them outgunned! They don't even fucking HAVE guns! Let the heavy weapons guys take their legs off!"

The side of the supermarket had collapsed and allowed the rooftop to slope down the ground level. Through some engineering marvel, the rooftop hadn't broken, simply slanted downward. This presented a ramp for the zombies to simply run up. The fourteen man AVMC Platoon was now in a face to face battle with an enemy that was already dead. This made it inherently hard to kill them.

Thankfully for 4th Platoon, the supermarket rooftop was loaded with conduits of all shapes and sizes. They all looked like air conditioning units, but it would be just silly to have 30 AC's for a single supermarket, wouldn't it?

Regardless of the economical waste built into the structure, the things sticking out of the rooftop did slow the undead down and allowed 4th Platoon to form a defensive line against the zombies.

Near the back of the building and far away from the fighting, 4th Platoons radio operator sent out desperate messages. "This is 4th Platoon! Structural failure of outpost! Being overrun. Request naval gunfire 30 yards west of our pre-map position!"

Bump

Road to Stonewell

“Now look here!” Martin protested with his raised up to his shoulders open handed with his palms towards Bob Stratton “I’m a taxi driver not a criminal!” he looked at Bob and shook his head as he lowered his hands down to his side “I wouldn’t even know what to do with that stuff” he walked out of the kitchen the door and then back in, his voice raised now, and pointing at Bob “Damn it, you promised me seven thousand yans not stolen jewellery!”

Stratton smirked at Martin's naive innocence...

"I didn't say it was stolen, but if you really want paper money, there's a bank downtown, and if you feel too squeamish to pawn the stuff for money, I will, you'll still get paid, how does it matter where the money came from? You don't even know where the money I already gave you came from, how clean do you think that money was?"

Stratton thust the wad of trinkets a bit more forcefully into Martin's chest.

"The least you could do is help carry it, I still have a job to do, you can either tag along or wait here for me to fetch you or be evacuated by those search and destroy patrols in a body bag"

Stratton then turned around and walked for the door, only to notice something pounding on it, then, deciding that going out the way he came in was a bad idea, went for the back door.

Road to Stonewell

Martin instinctively wrapped his left arm around the jewellery that Bob Stratton forced onto his chest “Now see here” Martin started as Bob turned and walked down the hallway while saying something about body bags that martin didn’t quite catch.
Suddenly there was a thumping at the front door to the house “What the hell is that” Martin asked as Stratton made his way for the back door and martin followed.

Streets of Stonewell

Jonathan was shocked at the sight of an infected man jumping through a window large enough for a man to jump through on the first floor hallway of an apartment building but luckily Bob Bobbinson managed to dispatch the unwelcome gatecrasher with his shotgun and crowbar combo weapon.

“Yeah good idea” Jonathan said to Bob as he headed into the flat, still a little shocked by the unexpected zombie attack.

Half a dozen steps into the flat and Jonathan noticed the kitchen was the first door on the right and stepped into it, there was no one there infected or not but the fruit bowl was still full and despite the enormous explosion earlier that had rocked Stonewell and had severed many of the gas and electrical supply pipes and lines, the fridge was still working and the food it contained was still fresh, which Jonathan thought of course it is it has only been a few hours since the zombie plague had hit the city.

BioGem Building

With the small crowd of zombies now dead again Martin and Brian made their way to the Room the other men where taking cover in. tapping on the door twice martin heard the lock being operated and the door swung open to great the two men with four UMP45 submachine guns pointed their heads.

“Sir, thank god we took cover in here when we were surrounded by those things”

“That’s alright Carl, did you find anyone else alive?”

“No sir, we ran into around thirty of those creatures and had to fall back to here where we were trapped”

Streets of Stonewell

Jonathan was shocked at the sight of an infected man jumping through a window large enough for a man to jump through on the first floor hallway of an apartment building but luckily Bob Bobbinson managed to dispatch the unwelcome gatecrasher with his shotgun and crowbar combo weapon.

“Yeah good idea” Jonathan said to Bob as he headed into the flat, still a little shocked by the unexpected zombie attack.

Half a dozen steps into the flat and Jonathan noticed the kitchen was the first door on the right and stepped into it, there was no one there infected or not but the fruit bowl was still full and despite the enormous explosion earlier that had rocked Stonewell and had severed many of the gas and electrical supply pipes and lines, the fridge was still working and the food it contained was still fresh, which Jonathan thought of course it is it has only been a few hours since the zombie plague had hit the city.

BioGem Building

With the small crowd of zombies now dead again Martin and Brian made their way to the Room the other men where taking cover in. tapping on the door twice martin heard the lock being operated and the door swung open to great the two men with four UMP45 submachine guns pointed their heads.

“Sir, thank god we took cover in here when we were surrounded by those things”

“That’s alright Carl, did you find anyone else alive?”

“No sir, we ran into around thirty of those creatures and had to fall back to here where we were trapped”

Bob followed john into the kitchen, and heard gunfire, "Hey what was that mate? I think we aren't alone in 'ere." He loaded a few shells into his gun.

Bump

[OOC: I'm still around, I just can't really respond until my posts get some sort of reaction.]

(Oh, that's why it stalled, I forgot the computer overheated when writing my reply...)

Road to Stonewell

Martin instinctively wrapped his left arm around the jewellery that Bob Stratton forced onto his chest “Now see here” Martin started as Bob turned and walked down the hallway while saying something about body bags that martin didn’t quite catch.
Suddenly there was a thumping at the front door to the house “What the hell is that” Martin asked as Stratton made his way for the back door and martin followed.

"Does it matter what is on the other side? If it is rioters, they'll kill you, zombies would eat you alive, and the military would shoot you for looting, or some other reason... Try not to draw attention though, because we are outnumbered in all the above cases"

Stratton neglected to mention another, horrifying possability, that it was a survivor franticly trying to get inside...

The back door, ironicly, was already broken off its hinges, and stood open to the daylight outside like some warped child's imagination of a portal.

Outside just lay the fresh green suburban grass, a swing-set, and a wooden fence on either side, and a treeline in the back... There were some rust colored splotches on the fence and swings, dried blood...*

"Kids... Aim low... Head for the fenceline and follow it to the woods, but don't lean against it, avoid the swings"

*I've seen dried blood on fences and playground equipment before, it isn't red or black, it looks somthing like red tinged mud or rust.

Road to Stonewell

Martin followed Bob Stratton into the rear garden through the houses wrecked back door, the rust on the painted white wooden fence confused him slightly until Bob stated it was blood and that it probably came from children and those children may now be zombies and the thought of zombie children, and specifically killing zombie children began to turn his stomach.

Still clutching the looted jewellery in his left arm and holding the shot-pipe in his right hand and walking crouched over he followed Bob along the fence and at random intervals stole quick glances over the top of the fence, the two side fences looked onto neighbouring gardens were as the rear fence looked onto a back street which, along with the rest of the city, appeared deserted. Martin being a taxi driver and not a soldier didn’t know that things aren’t always as safe as they appear.

“What now?” Martin whispered to Bob.

Streets of Stonewell

Jonathan grabbed a bread bun from the counter top and followed Bob Bobbinson back into the hallway where they both heard another two gun shots.
Jonathan looked at Bob “That on the next floor up, come on lets go see who it is”
Jonathan ran to the stairs that lead to the next floor and heard a gravely voice shouting at a near scream “Come on you son’s o’ Bitches” another two shots, from a pistol “Come ya bastards I got plenty of this fucking shit” three more shots in quick succession “You like that huh?, you like that” two more shots “There’s some more for ya” click, click, click “Ah shit, give me a minute” the thump of an empty clip hitting the hallway floor and a seconded later seven shots rang out “Ha ha, you gotta be faster than that dickhead”
Jonathan ran the rest of the way up the stair case to find four motionless corpses laying in the hallway all heading away from the stairs. The other survivor wasn’t there and Jonathan thought that he must have fled into one of the buildings apartments.

Bridge to Shetland Island

The Multiple land rover wolf patrols continued there slow penetrating reconnaissance of the city winding their way through the streets of abandoned cars and rubbish that was spilling from tipped over bins that. One jeep patrol came to a sudden stop as they turned a corner onto a group of zombies trying to batter down a single storey house.
A quick burst from a Browning fifty cal thinned the zombies from seven to four and as they turned their attention on to the jeeps another burst of fifty cal ripped through flesh and bone.


BioGem Building

Martin grouped his men back to together and decided that the mission was effectively over, the building sub-level research complex was crawling with zombies and the chances were Dr Greenwell would be as dead as the rest of them, so he gave the order to his men to return to the helipad for extraction from the hell hole that was left of the research complex.

--AVMC Rooftop Position #9--

The AVMC positioned had requested naval gunfire and within 10 minutes of their request they had naval gunfire. So much naval gunfire, indeed, that the city of Stonewell had a new canal. So many railgun shells were fired from the Focus Class Destroyer just off the coast that a 1 kilometer canal at least 50 feet wide was created.

"Cool," Lieutenant Brian Ward thought to himself as he realised several hundred undead were just terminated.

As the smoke cleared he spoke into his headset-mounted radio and piped his voice to everyone in the platoon.

"Okay, we're going to hang tight right here. We should have a helo en route by now. Guys, keep sharp. Every undead fuck in the city is probably headed this way."

--Around Stonewell--

The AVMC had invested a large amount of time and resources into the pillaging of the Ironcian banking infrastructure. It appeared to those in the loop that this operation was going to be a massive success. The transport ship that was taking in the cash was beginning to simply run out of room.

Road to Stonewell

Martin followed Bob Stratton into the rear garden through the houses wrecked back door, the rust on the painted white wooden fence confused him slightly until Bob stated it was blood and that it probably came from children and those children may now be zombies and the thought of zombie children, and specifically killing zombie children began to turn his stomach.

Still clutching the looted jewellery in his left arm and holding the shot-pipe in his right hand and walking crouched over he followed Bob along the fence and at random intervals stole quick glances over the top of the fence, the two side fences looked onto neighbouring gardens were as the rear fence looked onto a back street which, along with the rest of the city, appeared deserted. Martin being a taxi driver and not a soldier didn’t know that things aren’t always as safe as they appear.

“What now?” Martin whispered to Bob.

Stratton stopped to take in the scene before him, he was t the area between where the trees and fence met, there was still a blindspot at the corner, but he had noticed Martin checking over the fence every so often...

"Well, that depends, I still hve a job to do, and that requires me to get to the center of this riot, or zombie infestation, or whatever you want to call it."

He then remmembered that Martin was the first person to bring up the occurances in Stonewell, not himself... and how odd that was...

"So, you've been listening to what has been going on here before I have, where did you hear this riot started? Even if it isn't the center, we'd be bound to find ourselves better weapons from the police sent to quell those riots"

He then considered his choices of direction, either through another lawn or through a forest.

He also looked at the revolver he had with him scornfully...

"Kinda wish I had myself a standard issue machine pistol... HOI* really doesn't know how to treat their agents right..."

He looked up at the sky, as if it would give him an answer, then something in a tree caught his attention...

"How good are you at shooting squirrels..."

In the trees were a handful of apparently zombified kids, grinning widely, in an almost playful fashion, but before Martin could raise his weapon, Stratton held it down.

"Just keep your eye on them, and hope they don't do anything rash... Not sure if they are hostile... And remember, yuo won't get a chance to reload..."

He also took the time to count them, five kids in three trees... He started to scan the woods, he pulled out his bayonet... There were more, many more... it looked like an entire flock of crows from the movie 'Birds' just sitting there, waiting, not hungry anymore... because they were full/tired... These kids were clearly not staying in those trees because they were frightened...

"walk slowly away, and at 5 paces after the first one climbs down, run, if you aren't going to run straight into another pile of zombies, turn around and shoot before they can catch you, they're kids, so outrunning them for awhile shouldn't be a problem, it's just a matter of who can run for a longer distance..."

Fear started to rise up in Stratton's throat, he promptly swallowed it, as he was supposed to be the 'brave proffessional' not some bed-wetting temp sold out because he was the lowest bidder...

"Zombies are not real... there is no such thing as zombies, these are just people gone crazy... just like those people we saw at..." he, very quietly, said to himself...

Images of a crazed hurtian artillery battalion flinging themselves upon Parthian commandoes, and eating them alive, raced through his mind, a suppressed memory...

The ground shuddered a bit, it was also, familiar, reminding him of the Hurtian heavy artillery bombardments in Chitzeland, particularily when the Hurtians resorted to using their 14" guns to fire improvised grapeshot, which happened to be the sabots of a long range projectile, the main shell having tunneled its way into the rear of a nearby firebase...

"Heavy railguns?"

Things were quite bad... As he pictured a land based railgun (with a range in excess of 100 miles) trying to fight off such creatures in such a way that they had to resort to firing artillery at point blank...

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*Hurtful Outcomes Incorporated, a Hurtian PMC that issues temp field agents to CHIA under the table, as foriegners are easier to issue a NOC status with CHIA than local Hurtians.

--AVN Raptor--

The Avisronite Navy had always been very, very, very underrated. This, of course, was both a good thing and a bad thing. Recruitment for the service had always lagged, but enemies sometimes underestimated the AVN with deadly consequences.

All of these things were meaningless in this region, though. The undead didn't even know there was a Focus Class Destroyer sitting off the coast firing at them.

Earlier in the engagement Raptor had been tasked with simply delivering fire where it was requested. This mission statement had changed drastically within the last fifteen minutes, however. This undead outbreak had spread much quickly than anyone expected. It was becoming obvious to Avisronite tacticians that selective fire wasn't going to end this.

There was another thing for the Avisronite doctrine-makers to consider when approaching this ongoing situation. With each hour that passed there was a growing number of zombies wandering into the oceans. The threat of ghouls popping up in neighboring countries - or the other side of the earth - was growing exponentially.

It was at this point in the conversation a horrible truth dawned upon those who chose the LFA's next step in the war. The only way to eradicate this infestation is to eradicate its food supply.

Initital intelligence reports from the DART's in the field indicate that massive droves of terrified civilians have taken shelter in private residences and skyscrapers inside Stonewells business district. This created a situation where - even though the AVMC was terminating suspects at an extreme rate - replacement ghouls were still being claimed and wandering into the streets. This situation would eventually burn itself out; Just not soon enough. If the LFA waited until everyone was zombiefied, the risk of satellite outbreaks was very high.

Every house has to be leveled. Every apartment block has to be destroyed. Every skyscraper has to be reduced to a pile of rubble. The infestation has to lose its source of replenishment.

The decision was heart wrenching, but it had to be carried out - For the sake of the world.

The fleets four Focus Class Destroyers - armed with 6 8" railguns each, begin a systematic bombardment of Stonewells residential and business communities. Anything that appears to have the potential to contain human prey is targeted by kinetic rounds. These rounds which, intact, have the same effect as a bunker-buster missile, are highly effective at leveling unarmored positions.

OOC: Um, weren't there other forces operating in that area?
So you might want to give them a pull-out order...
As nothing says: "I love you" like 8" friendly fire...

OOC: Um, weren't there other forces operating in that area?
So you might want to give them a pull-out order...
As nothing says: "I love you" like 8" friendly fire...

[OOC: See, this is the way I see it. I have a fairly small force spread out over a fairly large area, so 3 destroyers (18 guns total) can't be focusing on every location at every moment, so I was assuming my forces would just coordinate so as to not bombard each other. If you want me to write something like that into my post, I gladly can.

As for you people on the ground, this doesn't mean insta-death. Just don't run towards the explosions or stay in one place too long.]

So it is safe to asume you'll shoot a ring around the suburbs first.
And then roll the barrage towards the center, lifting it periodically so that your forces can get out of the way?

So I'll have to stay ahead of it until I finish my mission (or get blown up trying) and then rush through the last lift in the shelling, and not get caught... Oh, and without knowing all this is happening, sound fun...

I'll let Ironcia make his post before reacting to the shellfire though...
Since your post does cover 15 minutes of time while mine only covered 15 seconds...

Plus, the local government may intervene...
Posts 48 and 68 already set a precedent on the destruction you can dish out without permission by the Ironcians, and have set up no-fire zones...

Bridge to Shetland Island

“Glad to hear it Admiral Ross” Major William ‘Willy’ Madison replied to the Rear Admiral “You have three villages on or near the southern coast with populations varying from approximately three hundred and sixty men women and children at Croxley which is right on the coast and has a small fishing harbour” Major Willy Madison flipped over a sheet of paper “And two hundred men women and children at Holly Beck, which is situated two miles in land towards Stonewell” He then scanned the next sheet of paper “And approximately one hundred men women and children at Potty Mere which is four miles west north west of Croxley” Shifting through some cut out maps of the villages and jotted notes Major Willy Madison continued “Of course care should been taken when approaching these villages as infection rates have not been confirmed but rather assumed, over”

As the Major spoke to Rear Admiral Ross three Apache helicopters approached the developing military base built around the bridge to Shetland Island. The noise of there rotors mixing in with that of the Puma helicopters which were either leaving to perform patrols or shuttling more troops and equipment in from other military bases.
Supply convoys of up to eight trucks at a time had started to arrive to build up a stock pile of food, fuel, weapons and ammunition.
Bridge to Shetland Island

“Well God Damn, you must have some big arsed planes on your carriers, but that’s besides the point” Major Willy Madison said “If you are going to use suck powerful weapons you need to inform my command prior and in good time so any friendly forces in the area can be warned and relocated” As the Major was speaking a LADAR operator signalled the detection of a Skylord helicopter on approach.

Receiving the news the Major cut short the conversation “That will be all for now Lieutenant Beem, I’ll be in touch in due course to discus this communications break down with Rear Admiral Ross” and he replaced the radio handset.

Edit: (in regards to the next post) K.

-snip-

[OOC: That's exactly how the bombardment will work, yes. In terms of the local government intervening, it isn't really overt enough to warrant them getting involved for a bit, at least. Those shells have a bunker-busting effect, yes, but they aren't as powerful as that 15,000 pound monster I used earlier. There's Avisronite troops in the area, so it'll look somewhat like they're just calling in support.

Oh, and those "no fire zones" you quoted earlier are towns OUTSIDE Stonewell. I'm firing at the suburbs INSIDE Stonewell.]

Streets of Stonewell

Jonathan grabbed a bread bun from the counter top and followed Bob Bobbinson back into the hallway where they both heard another two gun shots.
Jonathan looked at Bob “That on the next floor up, come on lets go see who it is”
Jonathan ran to the stairs that lead to the next floor and heard a gravely voice shouting at a near scream “Come on you son’s o’ Bitches” another two shots, from a pistol “Come ya bastards I got plenty of this fucking shit” three more shots in quick succession “You like that huh?, you like that” two more shots “There’s some more for ya” click, click, click “Ah shit, give me a minute” the thump of an empty clip hitting the hallway floor and a second later seven shots rang out “Ha ha, you gotta be faster than that dickhead”
Jonathan ran the rest of the way up the stair case to find four motionless corpses laying in the hallway all heading away from the stairs. The other survivor wasn’t there and Jonathan thought that he must have fled into one of the buildings apartments.

BioGem Building

Martin grouped his men back to together and decided that the mission was effectively over, the building sub-level research complex was crawling with zombies and the chances were Dr Greenwell would be as dead as the rest of them, so he gave the order to his men to return to the helipad for extraction from the hell hole that was left of the research complex.

Bob followed hastily, and then shouted out to the fellow survivor, "Hello? Any body there?"

Road to Stonewell

Backing slowly away, down the back street, from the children sitting in the trees watching their every move Martin started to sweat, and shiver with fear. His feet dragged through the gravel of the street as he moved away from the woods. The fear pulsing through his veins made every step harder and harder to take and Martin could keep his eyes from flashing from one zombie child to next as they just sat watching him and Bob back away down the street.
Suddenly something touched Martins left leg as he back stepped and he swung round instantly pure terror etched on his face as he screamed in horror as he turned. His right foot dug into the side of a metal rubbish bin that lay on its side, the weight of the rubbish made the bin like a concrete stopper, and instant pain shot from Martins toes up through his spine and into his hands. The shot-pipe vented another shell of shot into the blue sky and Martin fell backwards, the pain in his foot and the force of his weapon discharging threw him from his feet to the gravel covered road.
The previously placid children watching from the trees suddenly launched into a flurry of action. The shot-pipe shell acting as some starter pistol to a race that the children were ready for.
“W-W-Wait for me” were the only words Martin could muster as Bob broke into a sprint.

Streets of Stonewell

Checking the bodies with a quick kick to the ribs and a glance down as he walked by them Jonathan knew they had all been zombies and that now they were all dead, really dead this time.
The door at the end of the hallway had an empty hand gun magazine lying next to it. Jonathan bent down and picked it up, the top of the clip was warm and that, and the dozen or so of smoking casings lying on the floor next to it, told Jonathan that the survivor had gone into that flat.
He tapped the door with his right hand three times “Sir, are you in there”

Bridge to Shetland Island

As Martin stumbled for his live to the rear of the building a group of soldiers dismounted from their land rover wolf jeeps while the fifty calibre machine continued to fire. The dismounted soldiers all took up firing positions and began to loose the searing hot lead of their G-36 assault rifles into the fiendish dead.

Meanwhile

“Holy shit on a stick” Major Willy Madison exclaimed as the shells rained into the city of Stonewell “How many times have I got to tell those god damned son’s of bitches to stop blowing the living shit out of my god damned city” he removed his cap and angrily swiped sweat from his forehead, today was turning into a hot and humid one and it was only nine o’clock in the morning “What part of rescue the survivors and limit collateral fucking damage, is hard to understand he said, not to anybody in particular more, because he was pissed off.

“Get me the Avisronite Admiral on the line now”

BioGem Building

It took less time to get back up to the basement parking lots than it did to in to the research complex, mainly because the rescue team was no longer looking for doctor Greenwell, but also because they now knew the place was a death trap and zombies roamed the practically destroyed laboratories.

The reception on the ground floor was as they left it sealed airtight behind ballistically hardened glass. Heading up the stairs the group didn’t slow down, until.
Martin Knowles held up his hand with his fingers extended to signal the men behind him to stop. He had seen something. Someone.

Martin stood with his body pressed hard against the wall running up the inside of the flight of stairs. He was far enough up the stairs to see into the open office space of the next floor and he was right. He had seen movement, he had seen someone. He had seen soldiers, but these weren’t Ironcian soldiers they had different uniforms to their Ironcian counterparts

He slowly and quietly slipped back down to the next level, where he informed his men that foreign soldiers were barring their escape.

“What are they doing here” asked Brain in a hushed tone soaked in venom.
“Looked as though they were trying to down load several computers{/i}” replied Martin barely above a whisper.
“[i]Shouldn’t we stop them?” Ask Colin Murphy in a whisper.
“Why? Martin whispered back “There are several fail safes on the those computers one of which is they block all communication channels with themselves, and the mainframe if the foreign computer is connected and doesn’t contain a specific twenty four digit rotating encryption code, if an illegal computer is linked to the system it starts a building wide isolation of the information technology, namely all coms are severed with external databases and a compromised alert goes out. Then the main frame shuts down and can not be restarted for thirty six hours, and then only with a unique twenty four digit code which is generated at the time of shutdown at company HQ. Intense jamming of all radio transmission and an electromagnetic pulse wipes the memory of all individual PC’s in the building” After a quick pause for breath Martin continued “immediately after the EMP the fire suppressant systems are activated and the entire building is flooded with halon. A gas which extinguishes internal fires by suffocating them, so we had better get out the front door pronto”
Heading back down the stairs and away from the Avisronite soldiers attempting to steal secret information and technology Martin and his teams headed for the reception.

--BioGem Building--

The AVMC contigent sent to the BioGem building to recover the corporate database had hit a snag. Someone in the highly paid Avisronite Central Intelligence Division had decided that a large research corporation wouldn't protect its database from unaurthorised download.

Yep, they deserve those six figure salaries... stupid fucks, Lieutenant Tony Hamlin thought to himself as several AVMC Combat Engineers looked at blue-screened laptop computers and a very loud and annoying alarm sounded.

The units radio operator, who had been stationed on the roof of the huge building, suddenly appeared beside Lt. Hamlin.

"Sir, we've gotta go. The Navy is going to level this whole fucking block in 45 minutes."

Lt. Hamlin angrily threw his PDA across the room. It bounced off a light fixture and, after a shower of sparks, the room was dark except for the lights on the computers.

"Get me some guys in here. Unplug these machines. We're taking them with us."

And with that order the Avisronite Marine Corps prepared to commit Grand Theft Database.

--Avisronite Naval Fleet--

Rear Admiral Ross sat in his lush office sipping Avisronite tea as he watched the progress of the bombardment on a large LCD screen. After noticing the ratio of rounds expended to structures destroyed wasn't as large as it could be, he sat his tea down and grabbed his laptop computer.

"Bridge, order gunners to program shells to airburst above targets to enable one round to kill multiple targets."

He watched his inbox for a few more moments. An email from the bridge appeared. "Yes, sir."

Feeling accomplished, the general sat the laptop down and began to sip his tea once more. However, fate had other plans. The Rear Admiral would not get to finish his tea in peace.

Lieutenant Beem, whose office was directly adjacent to the Rear Admirals (and not nearly as large,) walked into Ross' office.

"Uh, sir, it's that Ironcian dude again. He's gonna tell us to stop blowing his stuff up. What do you want me to do?"

The Rear Admiral pondered for a moment. "Y'know, we're doing him a favor. Without this operation his ass would be devoured by now. Tell him we're having radio problems, tell him you're putting him through to me, and then play some static. Don't respond again."

Lieutenant Beem walked out of the room.

Ross leaned back for a moment, then suddenly leaned forward and grabbed his laptop. He fired off one more email to the bridge.

"Have the fleet raise its defensive alert level."

Road to Stonewell

Backing slowly away, down the back street, from the children sitting in the trees watching their every move Martin started to sweat, and shiver with fear. His feet dragged through the gravel of the street as he moved away from the woods. The fear pulsing through his veins made every step harder and harder to take and Martin could keep his eyes from flashing from one zombie child to next as they just sat watching him and Bob back away down the street.
Suddenly something touched Martins left leg as he back stepped and he swung round instantly pure terror etched on his face as he screamed in horror as he turned. His right foot dug into the side of a metal rubbish bin that lay on its side, the weight of the rubbish made the bin like a concrete stopper, and instant pain shot from Martins toes up through his spine and into his hands. The shot-pipe vented another shell of shot into the blue sky and Martin fell backwards, the pain in his foot and the force of his weapon discharging threw him from his feet to the gravel covered road.
The previously placid children watching from the trees suddenly launched into a flurry of action. The shot-pipe shell acting as some starter pistol to a race that the children were ready for.
“W-W-Wait for me” were the only words Martin could muster as Bob broke into a sprint.

"Ah bugger"

Stratton took no time dragging Martin to his feet.

"Pick up your gun, reload on the run, turn and fire!"

Stratton himself firing a double tap into a single child not more than 5 meters away, one shot hit the waist, severing the child's legs from his ches, and the second hit the child's head as the torso cartwheeled in the air, Stratton then fired a single aimed shot into a child's head, which exploded violently, he then sprinted to catch up to Martin as he reloaded another half-moon clip.

He thought he saw Martin turning around to shoot, and he would be staring right down the barrel, so he tried to sidestep, revealing the hord of zombies before him.

Coincedentally, at this time, the accidentally discharged pelets managed to hit the ground, with about as much force as they were fired with (conservation of energy), but widely dispersed, mostly falling amongst tin cans, though one managed to hit a kid and bore a hole straight through...

Shortly after this, a series of 'explosions' folowed by a series of rumbles could be heard. t wasn't terribly far off, but one could see shrapnel and debris flying through the air.

"Move! they're leveling this sector! Just run Martin! Run! Don't bother with cover!"

By this time houses were exploding and being ripped to pieces behind them, the whole block behind them seemed to be wired for demolition and everything was going off in a somewhat orderly fashion, flying shrapnel was soon thinning the gathering mob of zombies behind them, some being blown up as they left ransacked homes out of curiosity...

"Load a flare and shoot into the sky! See if you can stop the shelling!"

He then remmmembered something, he had the flares and slugs...

"Here, take this, and load it"

He was holding a silver cased shotshell clearly written on it was "Marine Flare Red".

Streets of Stonewell

Checking the bodies with a quick kick to the ribs and a glance down as he walked by them Jonathan knew they had all been zombies and that now they were all dead, really dead this time.
The door at the end of the hallway had an empty hand gun magazine lying next to it. Jonathan bent down and picked it up, the top of the clip was warm and that, and the dozen or so of smoking casings lying on the floor next to it, told Jonathan that the survivor had gone into that flat.
He tapped the door with his right hand three times “Sir, are you in there”

BioGem Building

It took less time to get back up to the basement parking lots than it did to in to the research complex, mainly because the rescue team was no longer looking for doctor Greenwell, but also because they now knew the place was a death trap and zombies roamed the practically destroyed laboratories.

The reception on the ground floor was as they left it sealed airtight behind ballistically hardened glass. Heading up the stairs the group didn’t slow down, until.
Martin Knowles held up his hand with his fingers extended to signal the men behind him to stop. He had seen something. Someone.

Martin stood with his body pressed hard against the wall running up the inside of the flight of stairs. He was far enough up the stairs to see into the open office space of the next floor and he was right. He had seen movement, he had seen someone. He had seen soldiers, but these weren’t Ironcian soldiers they had different uniforms to their Ironcian counterparts

He slowly and quietly slipped back down to the next level, where he informed his men that foreign soldiers were barring their escape.

“What are they doing here” asked Brain in a hushed tone soaked in venom.
“Looked as though they were trying to down load several computers” replied Martin barely above a whisper.
“Shouldn’t we stop them?” Ask Colin Murphy in a whisper.
“Why? Martin whispered back “There are several fail safes on the those computers one of which is they block all communication channels with themselves, and the mainframe if the foreign computer is connected and doesn’t contain a specific twenty four digit rotating encryption code, if an illegal computer is linked to the system it starts a building wide isolation of the information technology, namely all coms are severed with external databases and a compromised alert goes out. Then the main frame shuts down and can not be restarted for thirty six hours, and then only with a unique twenty four digit code which is generated at the time of shutdown at company HQ. Intense jamming of all radio transmission and an electromagnetic pulse wipes the memory of all individual PC’s in the building” After a quick pause for breath Martin continued “immediately after the EMP the fire suppressant systems are activated and the entire building is flooded with halon. A gas which extinguishes internal fires by suffocating them, so we had better get out the front door pronto”
Heading back down the stairs and away from the Avisronite soldiers attempting to steal secret information and technology Martin and his teams headed for the reception.

Bob followed John to the flat, and took out potato again, he hurled it inside the flat and said, "IS ANYONE IN THIS HERE ROOM EH?"

Road to Stonewell

Martin stumbled to his feet as Bob dragged him down the back road deeper into the plagued city. The collection of jewellery was spread across the gravel road and Martin had no intention of pausing to pick it up.
As the pair ran for their lives Bob handed Martin a silver cased shell and loaded it into the shot-pipe as Bob had said. He then pointed the barrel skywards and slapped the firing pin as hard as he could. A second later the flare fired out of the pipe an arc in the direction they were running.


Streets of Stonewell

As the stone landed in the flats living room the man inside thought for a second it was a stun grenade, but then he realised it was in fact a stone, and he let out a laugh.
“Yeah I’m in here” he yelled up the short hallway to the front door.
Jonathan looked at Bob for a second and then walked into the flat.

Bridge to Shetland Island

The soldiers firing at the ever decreasing group of zombies outside the house a sudden and deafening explosion, just far enough away not to kill them, blanketed them in fine dust. A mix of concrete, wood and soil from a house that had just been levelled made an instant fog of confusion as visibility reduced to less than six foot.

“God damn” one of the stunned soldier shouted through the ringing in his ears
“Mount up” the lieutenant in command of the patrol shouted out as he made for the two land rover wolf jeeps.

As the soldiers mounted the jeeps the dust dispersed just enough for the soldiers to see a group of dead zombies in the street and a flare drifting down to earth on the other side of the row of house.

The lieutenant ordered his driver to get down to the next junction to find out who had fired the flare and see if there was anyone still alive in that vicinity.

Meanwhile

“Communication break down my god damn spotty white arse” was the Majors reply to the Avisronite lieutenants attempts at fobbing him off. Replacing the radio handset, the major order one of his communication lieutenants to get him a direct line to the foreign office.

BioGem Building

In the reception Martin left his men by the sealed glass doors at the entrance and headed to the security office. Once inside he could see that the Avisronite soldiers were removing individual PC’s from desks and he thought to him self ‘What the hell, they surely don’t think that satellite interfaces would contain anything of value’. regardless of this he opened the entrance door ways to allow his men to escape the building then he imputed a seven digit code that would give him thirty seconds to escape the building before the EMP purge activated.
Running through the security office doors he turned right and headed straight for a set of double glass doors being held open by his men. Half way across the reception a high pitched whine followed by a sudden pulse wiped the memory of every hard drive and mainframe in the building that was still operating*. A second later the building fire alarm sounded and thick gas began to descend from the halon dispensers linked through every room in the building.
The two men holding the doors open struggled against there automatic return system as the building tried to complete seal itself to the outside world. On every level fire doors designed to prevent the spread of fire swung shut into their frames and on the helipad the thick access doors returned to their frames and activated their locks just as the EMP washed through the building.
Just as the two men lost their grip on the entrance doors and they swung back to a close position Martin leapt head first for the gap.
(*EMP doesn’t affect disconnected or switched off electrical devices, I think)

--BioGem Building--

Lt. Hamlin hated when bad intelligence got him into trouble. It wasn't a rare occurence, either. During a previous cleanup mission he was assigned to, the A.C.I.D. assured him the zombie threat had been completely eliminated by wide scale carpet bombing. However, after he arrived at the location, his 25 man team discovered that the cities (rather large) subway system was intact and swarming with the undead.

Fortunately for Lt. Hamlin and the rest of the men in his team, the Avisronite Marine Corps had launched its new BDU-AVII Combat Battlesuit and equipped units with it six months prior to Stonewell collectively going to hell. The BDU-AVII system revolutionised the way infantry units communicated and manuvered during combat. Fortunately for the 50 Marines now trapped inside the BioGem building, it also had an air filtration system to protect against biological and chemical threats. Of course, it wasn't very comfortable to wear, but no one cared about things like that.

More fortunately for these troops, however, was the fact that the BDU-AVII was armored against EMP. Otherwise it would have turned into a lumbering disaster that would limit combat effectiveness, not improve it.

After taking a few moments to realise he was still alive, Lt. Hamlin addressed his unit via his radio.

"Helicopter dudes, are you still up there?"

There was a brief pause, then a response.

"Unfortunately. Some sort of god fucking damn hatch closed over us. We're not going out the way we came in."

Lt. Hamlin cursed, then realised that every man in team could hear him through their radios.

"Okay, do you helicopter dudes have any C4?"

"Yep. Lots of it."

Then a wave of terror came over Hamlin. He'd forgotten something critical.

"The navy is going to level this whole place..."

Lt. Hamlin had to act. Quickly.

"Okay, helicopter dudes, get that C4, blow your way into the building and get to the fucking stairwell. Everyone. Blow your way to the stairwell and haul ass to the streets. Regroup in front of the building. GO!"

Fortunately, most of Marines were on the same floor. Further to the fortune of the team, the demolitions squad wasn't hanging together, but was fairly diffused throughout the group. The effectively meant that within 3 minutes of Hamlins address a pathway had been blown out all the way into the main stairwell of the building.

Despite knowing that what awaited them outside the building my be worse than if they stayed behind, the Marines (for the most part) keep their cool as they begin to decend the building towards the infested streets below.

All OOC:
(*EMP doesn’t affect disconnected or switched off electrical devices, I think)

It does, there have been occurances of light bulbs bieng illuminated, then they burn out. Even off circuts tend to fuse together, so, switches would get the same treatment...

Plus, EMP, whe it comes into contact with a wire, converts circutry into a rather expensive one time use generator set on overload...

The plus, you can shield stuff in cages, the downside, radios cannot be shielded (because if they were, then you would have no reception, as radio waves are electromagnetic just like EMP...)

EMP disipates rapidly though each time it has to pass through something, so a mostly shielded piece of electronics won't be as badly fried.

But, considering that the EMP used to wipe the building was fixed, it could be any size, perhaps as large as the building itself. Frying anything not completely caged (such as motors within power armor would be spared -provided they don't run on the same circut or power as the radio- or spare radios in a metal case)

Electronic detonators and blasting caps... hmmm... (Safety cased in indevidual wrapers?)

[OOC: Wouldn't it be a common practice to get battlesuits a backup radio system that WAS shielded, though?]

[OOC: Wouldn't it be a common practice to get battlesuits a backup radio system that WAS shielded, though?]

You'd have to shield the reciever, so, until it was opened, it would be useless (won't recieve ANY electromagenetic frequencies), and once open, it would be susceptable to EMP.

Song for Ironcia/Alidor (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekYW3S0k_f8)

You'd have to shield the reciever, so, until it was opened, it would be useless (won't recieve ANY electromagenetic frequencies), and once open, it would be susceptable to EMP.

Song for Ironcia/Alidor (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekYW3S0k_f8)

[OOC: Yeah, I understand that. It just occurs to me that with the common usage of EMP-based weapons it would be fairly common to double or triple redundant readio systems on soldiers. It's not like radios are expensive or anything.]

It would make sense to farraday cage the whole pack and pockets...

Radios themselves aren't expensive, radios given to troops who use them as replacement hammers and anvils are...

Battlefields are abusive... Plus, to meet stringent requirements, the companies generally aren't allowed to cheap out on the copper wire, so you get a wire/circut capable of handling twice the current.

All this extra thick wire and insulation actually is a way of increasing durability to static, EMP, and adverse climates.

And speeking of static, you'd have to ground the cages before you open them or the residual magnetic field may damage the replacement electronics...*

Not as if the average NSer would know this (I fried 2 and a half NICs this way [network interface cards] plus a few other computer components)

*Remember that the EMP turns the wires into generators? They also hold static really well because some ain't grounded (laptops and other handheld/unplugged electronics), creating a residual magnetic field of its own...

(OOC; wow.)

OOC:
(OOC; wow.)
Not my video, just stumbled upon it and found it funny, considering the circumstances of your last zombie RP...

Or is that in regard to my poor luck with computer parts?

Oh, I'm missing my turn to post IC...

IC:
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OOC2:
The shelling didn't stop, did it?

Note: Never get involved in a zombie flick w/o an APC in your back pocket, unless you want a challange to stay alive...
That reminds me... What happened to that, oh, right...
The Blood Kult... (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=487221) Rick Sawyer was Killed over there... Yes, I was that tired that even when told, I didn't see those typos...
Then there wre the Khornate Tribes (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=494171) and Chitzeland (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=477731) fiascos...

Note, All host nations 'died' during those RPs... For a moment I thought I was jinxed...
Never thought the Chitzi war would span 4 threads and the R+R thread would last 98 pages, at least 50 of those were after he left... I always try to see a thread to the end... Or my end...

The shelling didn't stop, did it?


[OOC: Correct.]

[OOC: Correct.]
Would that make me dead then?
(Cause I could work with that, but it only last for a post or two)

That or I'd have to outrun the bombardment...
And a person's legs will only last so long...
Plus there are those pesky zombies in front, raining death in back, flying shrapnel and myself in between...

...

Would the sewers remain intact?
(A 1" thick steel manhole cover to protect from all but a direct hit, bridge abutements would serve almost as well)

Would that make me dead then?
(Cause I could work with that, but it only last for a post or two)

That or I'd have to outrun the bombardment...
And a person's legs will only last so long...
Plus there are those pesky zombies in front, raining death in back, flying shrapnel and myself in between...

...

Would the sewers remain intact?
(A 1" thick steel manhole cover to protect from all but a direct hit, bridge abutements would serve almost as well)

[OOC: It could go either way. The bombardment isn't focused at any one house or anything, so you could theoretically just stay in once place and wait for it to move away from you. The sewers should be okay. I mean, they'll take occasional hits in places, but I don't mind you saying the guys can survive there.]

Would that make me dead then?
(Cause I could work with that, but it only last for a post or two)

That or I'd have to outrun the bombardment...
And a person's legs will only last so long...
Plus there are those pesky zombies in front, raining death in back, flying shrapnel and myself in between...

...

Would the sewers remain intact?
(A 1" thick steel manhole cover to protect from all but a direct hit, bridge abutements would serve almost as well)

[OOC: It could go either way. The bombardment isn't focused at any one house or anything, so you could theoretically just stay in once place and wait for it to move away from you. The sewers should be okay. I mean, they'll take occasional hits in places, but I don't mind you saying the guys can survive there. It's just three destroyers. It's not a very... intense, bombardment.]

As Stratton and his reluctant 'partner' continued to flee, they approached an openmanhole, the agent decided to use a trick he learned in Pelsgord...

He dove into the hole feet-first, rattling 6 shots off with his revolver while pulling Martin down in as well.

His feet landed with a reasuring 'crunch' upon a zombified sewer maintnance worker's head.
"Stay here, take these, and don't open the manhole again until you ear people call for you."
Stratton gives Martin all the slugs and flares. Then proceeds to reload his revolver.
"Use slugs for long shots and you might hit one, plus you'll have time to reload, watch the rubble for any crawlers. I'm sorry. And yes, before you ask, this is a normal day for me."
He finishes reloading the gun, and hand Martin an engraved knife.
"For your exempliary service in the Great Chitzi War"
And with those final words, Stratton hopped out of the drain, rolled the cover back over the hole, and could be heard running and shooting on his way towards the center of the city.
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After leaving Martin, Stratton ran... but he knew he couldn't run forever... Plus, his ammo wouldn't last too long, and it took too long to reload clips on the run.

Luckilly, he was approaching a part of the city that had been overran so fast, that the public couldn't panic, all the cars neatly lined up, blood splattered and bashed, and a few crashes here and there, but not choked up like before.

He even ran into an open car, keys in the ignition, blood on the chair and dash, door wide open.

Perfect...

The car started without much trouble, but the lack of a door made things difficult as a few zombies managed to reach the car as it started to move, thus, being dragged down the street.

conditions didn't improve much for him, he still had zombies to run over, wrecks to avoid, and some artillery that was leveling the city behind him.
But he had to get to the start point of the infection before the artillery...

He then saw, a single police car, only one door open, blood everywhere...
Bingo, first contact with the zombies and the authorities...

Inside the cruiser, he pulled out a pump action scattergun, the police service weapons having left with the infected cops, now he had to find the building from which it came...

A bit of motion caught his eyes, zombies? No, an explosion... followed by people rushing into the street, soldiers in the center, running from a building...

OOC: I dumped Martin in a hole, and now I've spotted Avy's men... That or Ironcia's, not sure. Kinda odd that Avy didn't plaace any gaurds outside to keep other agents from getting in...
Pelsgord, Chitzeland Conflict, Page 60 to 85, post 889 to 1253+ (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=477731&page=60)
That single battle took longer than some wars on NS...
It was also the last real battle of the war...
Scaring the Pudites to death on post 1370...
'Victory' on page 94...

[OOC: If it's okay, we'll assume those troops are the first of the Marines who are reaching streets. Remember, I have 50, so it'll take a bit for them to all get out. After this we should probably wait for Ironcia to respond. He has some troops in the middle of all this. Should be fun.]

-IC-

Lieutenant Hamlin emerged from the BioGem building directly behind one of the radio men of the company. The radio operator had a small pack on his back which had a telephone looking device attached to it. It was essentually the same thing that all the other Marines carried, only larger and with more power to get a signal out. In this situation Hamlin couldn't fuck around and risk his signal not escaping the buildings. That would get his ass eaten, and that would make for a very bad day at the office.

"This is Lieutenant Hamlin! We're at the fucking BioGem building and we are ON THE GROUND, repeat, ON THE GOD FUCKING GROUND. Large ghoul infestation in the area. GET ME SOME FUCKING HELICOPTERS!"

Lieutenant Hamlins message was cut short at this point. A zombie charged at him from his left. He was holding the radio with his right hand, and thus had to snap off a shot from his 9mm. pistol using virtually only peripharal vision. After about 2 seconds when he hadn't been bitten yet he determined he had scored a hit.

"Okay boys, keep moving! Run south, run south! Give the sorry fucks all you have! This whole block is going down in under 4 minutes!"

Hamlin had a large portion of riflemen ahead of him who were clearing down the zombie horde with overwhelming firepower. It was unlikely this success would last forever, but he hadn't been eaten yet, and that was a good thing.

As he moved away from the BioGem building, ominous thuds were audible just behind the BioGem building.

bump

Streets of Stonewell

As the stone landed in the flats living room the man inside thought for a second it was a stun grenade, but then he realized it was in fact a stone, and he let out a laugh.
“Yeah I’m in here” he yelled up the short hallway to the front door.
Jonathan looked at Bob for a second and then walked into the flat.

(OOC: Sorry for the extremely long delay, long story got my account deleted, but not anymore! :D)

"Good, we've been lookin' around for some other mates in 'ere, care to join us? And could you throw potato back?" Bob glanced quickly around him to see if there were any more crazies coming after them, "Me names Bob by the way, and this 'ere feller is John the police officer, I save his arse' earlier today, and that rock in there is me pet, name's potato! What 'appens to be your name 'ehhh?" Bob licked his lips, "I'm a bit thirsty to, any water in there?"

OOC:
'Bout time people get back to this, hope everyone had a good summer.

I also hope Ironcia is still available for this...
(Sends him a TG)