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A small town named Chesterson, Minnesota...

The city of Chesterson lay quiet in the early morning as a slight breeze made it's way through town. Cars lay silent, crashed in various positions in the street. Half-eaten bodies and blood stains decorated the the sidewalks roads along with other debris, mostly trash, newspapers and shattered glass. Almost all human life had ceased to exist during the past few, chaotic days...

Meanwhile, a young woman stood firmly in the path of the cities zombified inhabitants in a side street. Melissa Buring smiled as she snapped several shots of the undead as they slowly approached her, groaning and hissing her direction hungry for her flesh. She didn't seem to mind in the slightest though, not showing an ounce of fear...

"This is amazing!" She commented as she snapped a close-up of an incoming zombie. "This has to get me some kinda award once I get outta here..." She ended before continuing to take pictures, the zombies coming with a dangerously close proximity of the young woman...

Xavier Solis had barricaded his house, in an attempt to hold back the undead hoard. It worked. But he peered outside of his window, viewing a young woman, approached closely by an undead, thing.He aimed down the iron sights of his FS2000 legal rifle, it was semi automatic, but he had coverted it into a select fire, full auto and semi. He fired off one round 5.56 caliber, forcing the undead's head to implode.

He yelled to the young, beautiful, woman below. "Are you alive!?" He said in a tiredly, older sounding, ironic voice. He didn't expect a yes, but he had to hope.

Brendan had spied the young woman from down the street. He had believed her to be dead. But as he advanced up the street he discovered she was quite alive. Brendan, moving surprisingly quick for his size, ordered her to ducked fired a clip in to the crowd and pulled the young lady away. "Are you trying to get killed?" He didn't give the girl enough time to answer before he began pulling her to the barricaded house.

Melissa stood in shock for a moment. Gore splattered over her face, hair and clothes. The shot that took the zombies head off had apparently come out of no where.

"Huh...who's there...?!" She asked, looking around the area to see if she could find the zombies assassin.

"Oh... my... fucking god!" Xavier screamed inside his apartment, laughing of excitement and joy. "Hey, gurlie, i'm up here. In this fucking apartment!" He countinued to laugh, loudly. "Sorry for the little blood spill on you. Oh my god, you're alive. So, you got a working car?"

Manfreid sat in the corner of the inner part of the semi trailer. He had stuck a large metal bar between the handles so tothing would be openingthe doors any time soon. On his PDA was a map of the town and a mark showing where his targets were. If he pulled this job off, he would be quite a rich man. He pocketed the PDA and removed his SCAR-LCQC from his back hoster. he walked up to the door and removed the bar, then kicked it as hard as he could, making it fly open and hit an unsuspecting zombie in the head. Manfreid hopped down and dragged the zombie over to a wall and placed its head against it. The creature let out a loud groan just as Manfreid's boot crushed its head against the wall, effectively putting the zombie out of commission.

John Mavier had his Desert Eagle in both of his hands. John has been protecting hiself for the past few days. His house was a mess, there was blood everywhere, glasses were shattered, doors torn down.... He heard more groans coming from the backyard and he decided to get the hell out of there. He sprinted to the garage, go into the hummer, turned the keys, and kicked the pedal.

Melissa didn't reply to either of the men. It was still quite a shock to her that anyone but her was still alive in this town. And now here she was, being carred along to some unseen barricaded house....she didn't know what to do. But she did take the chance for a few more pictures as she was being pulled toward the house...

John Mavier had his Desert Eagle in both of his hands. His house was a mess, there was blood everywhere, glasses were shattered, doors torn down.... He heard more groans coming from the backyard and he decided to get the hell out of there. He sprinted to the garage, go into the hummer, turned the keys, and kicked the pedal.

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Xavier fired a round at the man running with the woman, he thought it was a god damn zombie. "Come back, I need you, asshole!" He screamed as he memorized the way they were going. He had to have a photographic memory to be a sniper, memorize routes and such. Intel was half their jobs, god damnit. He fired two more 5.56 rounds out of his gun, hoping they would stop.

Manfreid looked up from mess he had just made to hear a sound down the street. "Gunfire, 5.56." he said to himself. Keeping a low profile and sticking to the shadows, he roadie ran along the walls down the road to the gunfire. He slid to a stop behind a flipped burning car and saw a man with a gun in a small high rise apartment who looked to be in distress.

Xavier saw a man run towards a flipped car, he was going to fast to be a zombie. "Help me out of here! I'm stuck!" He was screaming, he wanted to get out of here, ten magazines left, fridge almost out. Fucking zombies scratching at the door, day in and day out. They'd eventually break the door in half, he knew that. The scratches almost kept him up at night, almost. But he was too much of a man for such a thing to effect him, for fear to affect him.

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Manfreid was stumped. He could either move on with his mission or save the man. "Fuck it." he said to himself. He removed a phosphorus grenade from his vest and pulled the pin then sent it sailing into the crowd of zombies at the front door of the high rise. The grenade went off, releasing a cloud of white phosphorus that flash burnt the zombies near the door. He took out the SCAR-LCQC and roadie ran to the apartment and kicked down the now burnt door. He then took in his surroundings. He was in the lobby and there was another door to get to the tenant's rooms. To his left were some mailboxes near an overhang to the second floor. Manfreid climbed on top of the mailboxes and jumped up to the overhand, pulling himself over the railing. "Where are you?" he yelled to the stranded man.

"Second floor!" Xavier's voice grew increasingly calm. He remembered Afghanistan, the real bodies, of living, real men. "Room 14A! Zombies are at my fuckin' door!" He packed his ten magizines and food into his fanny packs and bookbags, loaded full. His knife was ready to kill, or cut off a zombies head, since he didn't believe he could 'kill' them.

"Hold on!" yelled Manfreid as he ran down the hall and took out his Saiga-12 Auto 12G. He turned the corner to see a group of zombies clawing at the man's door. He shouldered the shotgun and unloaded four rounds at the group, dismembering if not killing most of them. He walked over and picked up a heavy metal lamp off a table and walked over to the writhing zombies. "It is safe now." he said to the man in the room as he crushed heads with the lamp.

Corporal Alex Lansing held his XM8 Battle Rifle close as he heard distant gunshots. He thought about checking it out but decided against it. They gotta be dead by now, he thought as he sat in the abandoned National Guard post. He pulled a small crumpled photograph from his pocket and looked at it. His wife gazed back at him. Last he heard she was at the Chesterson Community Center. Alex squeezed his eyes shut. I'm gonna find you, baby. Don't worry.

He opened the door, finding it had almost been completely carved threw. He turned to the soldier like man, he smiled, his teeth were brushed, thanks to his generous living quarters. He shouldered his gun, and set it on full automatic. "So, were to now?" He was willing to follow this man threw hell.

The man he had saved at least had a gun. A good start in Manfreid's eye's. "I am Manfreid Rorsch. I am in this town to recieve several samples scattered thruoght the area. After that I am heading to a safe place outside town. I am willing to take you along if you are up to the challenge." Manfreid looked down at a zombie grabbing at his foot. He brought up his boot and smashed its head across the floor. "And you are?"

"I was in... in the real war with Afghanistan. When the ten thousand Talibans went coventional." Xavier shuddered at the thought. "I don't care if I die, I owe you. But, I need a promise." He closed his eyes and put his arms on Manfried's shoulder. "Shoot me in the head if they bite me, no matter what I say. Please, just waste one bullet, even if it's your last." Xavier's body, very strong and tense broke down, relaxed after the mental stress had gone away.

Manfreid was glad the man standing in front of him was a professional soldier. "They won't bite you." he said. "I give you my word that I will do everything in my power to make sure that both of us leave this place alive. How much food do you have? We may need to ransack a few of these apartment rooms before we leave."

"A week of one meal a day, shit. Just like the Marines." Xavier laughed at his own, sad, joke. "About a thousand carbs a day for seven days, not enough if we're going to be running. I think we should go to the National guard outpost to pick up some supplies. Maybe even a few soldiers." He glanced to the other rooms. "Watch it though, a family member might of goten infected and gotten his whole family infected after they locked their doors." His facial expression grew sad, again.

Alex managed to find and commandeer one of the remaining humvees. He drove through town at 30 mph, fast enough to clear the zombies but slow enough to catch any survivors. Maybe the gunman he heard earlier was still alive. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! Four rounds, large caliber. They seemed to come from inside the nearby apartment building. He stopped the vehicle in front of the building, drew his Beretta M9, and shot nearby zombies. He turned back to the building. "Hello!" he shouted. "U.S. Army! Is anybody in there!"

He considered his options momentarily. "We musn't travel in large groups." he said. "I am hesitant to bring along some National Guardsmen who are most likely of the Gung-ho type. The first objective for me is a bakery not far from here. I think we should be able to stock up on bread and other supplies once we reach it. Let's move out" The two men hopped back over the rail down to the first floor and moved outside. "The key is to be quick and quiet. We must only kill when necessary. Also, since I have a supressed gun, let me fire the first shots."

Xavier heard a man screaming. "Do you hear that man? I hear fucking car exhaust too!" He looked around, zombies were being attracted to a noise nearby, but not to them. "Fuck, it must be the National Guard, you think we should bring his ass with us? I mean, he does have some training. And an extra gun couldn't hurt. Besides, if he gets 'Gung-ho', we can just kill him or let him make a distraction."

Crack.

One down. He's out, head's a bloody mess of brain matter and gore, a smoking hole in his forehead. Release the charging handle, slide it back and watch the spent, smoking cartridge fall onto the concrete. Push it back into place, and a fresh .308 round gets slammed into the breech. I watch a nearby column of smoke, pouring out of an auto wreck. Looks like a light easterly. Better adjust my sights for it.

Then, she, at least, I think it was a she, crawls out. Her face is seared from the smoldering gasoline fires, and her dress is a black pockmarked mess. Even in this hellish haze, she spots me, dropping what's left of her mutilated jaw and letting loose a chilling moan, a howl that carries on for blocks. My crosshair, a mil-dot design, settles on its target, making a slight left-handed shift in direction. She was probably a looker, I think to myself, her eyes tell me that much. Even as she stumbles towards me like a drunkard, I can tell she once had a prissy swagger, an air of confidence about her.

They say Death's the great equalizer, and as I begin to press the trigger down with my gloved finger, I can't help but agree.

Crack.

The .308 round rips past the speed of its report, fifty one millimeters of pure hollow-pointed death. It's a tracer round, with a small piece of magnesium burning bone white in the darkness. Less than a second later, she impacts, brittle bone and rotting flesh being spewed in all directions as the abomination 's legs carry it another few steps before crumbling in a heap on the bloody streets below.

That's five, and I'm all out, the last round of my rifle ammunition lodged in the cranial cavity of a no-longer living corpse. I grin to myself confidently. Without my rifle, it's doubtful I'd be able to pick them off from this roof, and with but a forty-five and blade left to protect myself with, it's doubtful I'll remain a member of this world for much longer.

Oh well, I guess I'll have to play the hand I'm given. I run my hand down the side of my jeans, gently pulling the metal instrument out of its cowhide holster. Even in this nightmare, she still shines brightly, a beacon of hope, of hope for the future, hope for better days, and hope for an end.

Rap, rap, rap!

Probably a whole gang of them, fists beaten to the bone, yet still going on forever, like the hellspawn they are. I consider for a moment attempting to fight them off. My 1911 had seven rounds loaded, and there's probably twice that. Am I really going to take on a half dozen of these things with a K-Bar and my fist?

Doubtful.

So I laugh.

I laugh like a fucking schoolboy, cackling madly as I raise the cold steel muzzle to my temple. I shiver slightly, a freezing instrument of death against my wet, shaking skin.

I let out one last defiant laugh.

Crack.

Alex fired, dropping more zombies. It seemed like after he shot one, two more appeared to replace it. He didn't have much time. He was almost completely surrounded. "HELLO!" he yelled back at the apartment building "Anybody there?"

No response. Screw this shit, he thought. He gunned the engine and floored it, running down several zombies and slamming past a burnt-out car.

Manfreid watched the Humvee speed away. "All he would have done is attaract more zombies. Let's go to the bakery."

"Fuckin' bastard ran away!" Xavier knew the type, Cannon-Fodder, his old army buddies called the crazy bitches, the new recruits, the idiots, all of those who wanted to ride into battle on their white horse and save everyone. "Alright, lets go, but lets go slowly, we need to save carbs, fool zombies, and save energy."

((OOC: Just so you two know, if you guys do plan on visiting some National Guard outpost or something, allow me to set the scene there. In fact, I'd prefer everyone allow me to do the same when ever they enter any new area.))

Alex tried to keep the speed up, but abandoned cars in the middle of the street made it difficult. Thank god for the brushguard. He wasn't about to ditch this vehicle. It was armored, it was packed with weapons, ammo, MRE's, and water jugs. Not to mention it was his only way he was getting out of this town.

He had to find Alice first. He stopped in front of the community center and looked around. No zombies... for the moment. He got out and went inside to look for his wife. Come on, babe, be okay...

He searched the corridors, his XM8 shouldered. He saw a lot of blood, but no bodies. Not a good sign. He suddenly heard a rustling behind him. He whipped around and came face-to-face with his undead wife. Half of her face had been eaten away. His eyes widened in horror. "Oh, God, no!"

She approached him, uttering a slight groan. Alex raised his rifle and said, "Alice... I'm sorry." With that he pulled the trigger, blowing her head clean off.

He had to keep clear. He was a soldier. He couldn't let his emotions get the better of him. Swallowing his grief, Alex left the community center and drove to into the suburbs of the town. No zombies in sight, he pulled the vehicle to the side and switched off the engine. Confident that no one could break through the humvee's shatter-proof windows, he put his arms behind his head and fell into a deep sleep....

{OOC: How about, since it's a small town, a little market, where there's a pretty little bakery that is french, and a cappicino storre on the other side of the street. With tables that have those beautiful little umbrellas, pok-a-dotted with dark and light blue spots.}

{OOC: How about, since it's a small town, a little market, where there's a pretty little bakery that is french, and a cappicino storre on the other side of the street. With tables that have those beautiful little umbrellas, pok-a-dotted with dark and light blue spots.}

((OOC: I didn't mean every little detail. :p I meant major things, like rather theres enemies, survivors, weapons and such.))

{OOC: Lol, ok mass-tah, how many survivors, zombies, or whatever, would be there?}

((OOC: You'll just have to find out.))

{OOC: Lol, ok mass-tah, how many survivors, zombies, or whatever, would be there?}

{OOC: So when we get there, you'll tell us?}

((OOC: Yes.))

((OOC: You'll just have to find out.))

{OOC: So when we get there, you'll tell us?}

"Its the end of the world as we know it..

Its the end of the world as we know it

It's the end of the world as we know it... and I feel fine.."

"Hey Mr. Macbaine, you don't mind if we make a rest stop on this accent do you?"

"Not at all friend, I could use a pint and some stretching."

....

The old Cadillac rolled into the town in the middle of the day. What was weird to the two men inside was that there wasn't anyone around. At all. They got a few blocks into the town and stopped by a local bar. The driver got out first. He was a traveling salesman selling insurance. Actually he used to work for a big insurance company working overseas but failed so miserably he was stuck selling insurance to sharecroppers and the like in the Midwest and north where America was still somewhat wild. He had an uncanny resemblance to the lawyer in Jurassic park. He got out of the car, keys in hand and calmly walked into the bar.

"Ooo my shoe's untied." said the passenger. He was a Scotsman and a burly one at that. If you saw him you'd think he was a white 6'4" Gimli..with red hair. The man was a traveling performer and a die hard enthusiast in Scottish weaponry, and also a master in the use of them. He finished tying his shoe and looked out the window just intime to see the man who was giving him a ride run out of the bar hysterically,

"AHHH!!!! Ahhh!!!!! Ahhhhhmmmgghheee!!!!!!!!!"

The salesman ran with his arms flailing out of the bar. He looked like a complete lunatic. But behind him was a wall of the undead chasing him into the street. The salesman got a block down when zombies shot out from the buildings surrounding him. Evidently they waited for him to get out of the car before attacking.

The Scotsman, Airth, had been watching dumbstruck when the man ran out. But now he was hustling out the door. He ran to the trunk, lucky it was unlocked, and pulled out his gear. He took out his straps first and harnessed them to his body. It would be necessary for the amount of weapons he planned on carrying. Airth looked back over his shoulder. The poor devil was running in circles in the intersection.

Just done bloody come my way... Airth thought to himself.

Done. Last harness fastened on. Now for the weapons. First my throwing axes. Heh, they always make the croud cheer....There I got them on. Now ma' real Axe. - Airth pulled out a massive double-headed 2-handed axe. A strong man could behead a polar bear with it. He put that on his back. - Ah me good old Leinswind. - Next Airth pulled out an intimidating 5 foot long claymore. Bainsword was its name. A family heirloom and in perfect combat condition. Finally...the salesman was starting to tire out and was fighting off zombies biting his shoulders and arms...a Remington 870 Express. Airth filled the gun with rounds and pumped the first into the chamber. He then pulled out a pouch, quite heavy actually. It was stuffed with 87 shotgun shells. he strapped it to his battle harness and turned around.

"Poor, poor man. Beloved Mary bless his soul." Airth said in a thick accent. He kissed his cross and was about to head out when he remembered something.

"Ooo ma' targe!"

Airth took his Scottish sheild out of the trunk. He hooked it onto his back over his battle-axe and claymore and turned around to a gruesome sight some 280 yards infront of him. He watched as Bob Henderson was ripped limb from limb, intestines astrewed and tossed in the air, and eaten alive. Body still squirming as it was devoured. Airth let out a grunt in protest.

"Hmph!..."

He shut the trunk.

Thud!

It made a louder sound than he thought it would. The zombies all turned in unison towards him. Blood dripping from their mutilated jaws. They began moving towards him.

"SHIT.."

{OOC: Would this happen to be near me and accomplance?}

The hummer streaked through town peacefully. It wasn't before long that a bunch of zombies started to chase his car. If I keep using my car, I'm probably not going to make it if I get out of gas thought John. He slow the car to the left and then came to a dead stop. No zombies waiting for him. John cautiosly, got out of the car and sprinted silently as the zombies attacked the car.

A Couple of Days Ago

Grant Whitfield walked down the abandon street. He had just finished up baseball practice, but had stayed a little longer to practice on his hitting. Now it seemed like most people had gone to bed. Checking his watch it was 11:26 P.M. Grant was tired and was going to get some food, then quickly go to school. Stopping for a moment he thought he heard some shuffle.

"Is there anyone out there?"

Only dead silence answered his question. Continuing down the street, he started to quicken his pace. He could feel that something was following him. Hearing a trash can fall, Grant turned around. Sweat glisten on his forehead as he took off his baseball cap. A lone person was lying next to a trash can. Quickly Grant ran over to help the person.

"Are you all right, sir?"

The man only responded with a grunt. The man turned over to reveal a large wound on his chest. Grant looked at the man.

"Sir, I need to take you to the hospital."

Putting down his bag, Grant got closer to the man. The man slowly got up and tackled Grant to the ground. Grant tried to push the man off, but the man kept on trying to bite him. Grant's hand tried to reach for his bag, but it was too far away. Gathering his strength, Grant kicked the man off and franticly opened his bag. Grant's hand entered the bag and returned with a baseball bat.

"Sir, you need to calm down."

Now that Grant had a better view of the man, he could see the blood around the man's mouth. The man slowly moved toward him.

"Sir, if you don't back off I'm going to hit you with this baseball bat."

The man only responded with a grunt and continued his assault. Grant gathered his nerves and swung the bat. He could hear the man's ribs crack, but the man only stumbled for a moment and continued toward him.

"What the hell..."

Grant swung the bat and the man fell down again, but quickly got up. Finally Grant swung the bat at the man's head. He could hear the man's head crack. The body fell to the ground as blood oozed out of the man's broken head. Grant's body was frozen. He had just killed a man. Looking around he saw the light's of houses turn on. Without thinking he ran and did not stop until he got to his house.

Opening the door he saw the blood splattered all over his bat. Luckily both of his parents were away on some kind of business trip. Dropping the bat, Grant fell to the floor. What had he done? Grant knew that he could not last in jail. Getting a glass of water, he sat back down on a couch. He needed to collect his thoughts. As he thought he heard a scream. Running to the window, he peeked threw the blinds. He saw two figures, but one of the figures was crawling on the ground. The figure that was walking was gaining on the crawling person. The walking figure lunged forward and started to attack the crawling person. A scream of terror echoed threw the street.

Grant saw the walking figure had something in his head. Opening the door to get a better look, he saw that it was dripping red; it was a torn piece of human flesh. The walking figure was eating the crawling person. Grant ran and closed the door. Locking it up, he saw people return to their homes or go to the walking figure. The people were quickly attacked by the walking figure. Grant saw more people, but they were acting like the walking figure. Quickly anyone on the street was attacked. The people outside were getting ripped to pieces. Grant closed the blinds.

What was happening outside? It was not good news. This whole thing was like something out of a movie. The people were acting like zombies. Grant knew that he better get a real weapon. Going to his dad's office, Grant found the gun rack. Only one gun was on the gun rack, a Winchester Model 70. Finding the key, Grant opened up the gun rack and took the Winchester. Finding the a couple of bullets he loaded one into the Winchester. Frantically looking around he found a box, on the side that said .243 Winchester and must of had 50 bullets, filled with bullets. Putting the gun and box of ammo on the desk, he opened a nearby closet. He entered the closet and returned a big backpack. Grant put the ammo into one of the sections and grabbed the Winchester. Entering the kitchen he opened the pantry and took bags of chips, bottles of water, and other food. As he was about to leave, he took the keys of the truck. His father and him often took hunting trips, but had not in a while.

Turning the lights of the garage on, one truck was sitting there. There were two empty spots for his parent's cars. Opening the door, he put the Winchester and backpack on the passenger side. Starting up the truck and closing the door, Grant wondered where to go. Quickly thinking, he thought of going to where Jackson worked, a close friend. Jackson and Grant had been friends since they were five years old. Jackson often worked late nights at a nearby Wal-Mart type store. Slowly the garage's door went up. The people were still feeding on the corpse's people. The light blared right into their faces. The zombies stared at the truck.

Grant pushed down the gas and roared out of the garage. Turning he hit a couple of the zombies, but they got back up. Heading toward the store he started to notice there was barely any cars on the road.

Five minutes later he was in front of the store. Grabbing his Winchester and backpack, he opened the truck's door. The place appeared to have no zombies. The store looked like it was going to close soon. Only Jackson's car remained. Once his feet hit the ground and the truck's door closed, Grant ran as fast as his fee would carry himself. Grant got to the store's front door and banged on them. A boy about his age appeared.

"Jackson let me in."

"Why do you have gun, Grant?" responded the boy.

"Jackson just let me in, please!"

Jackson knew that he could trust Grant. Quickly Jackson fumbled to get the right keys. Opening the door, Grant entered and Jackson locked up the front door.

"Grant what is happening out there?"

Grant retold the story of what had happened so far.

"Grant I believe you, but it is so unbelievable."

"Jackson we need to barricade ourselves in this place, so those things do not get us. Then afterwards you need to find a good weapon, but let's lock this place up."

Grant and Jackson went to all the doors and made sure they were all locked up, and then formed a barricade around the front door. Once they were done Grant changed out of his baseball uniform and into more comfortable cloths. Grant met up with Jackson again and they both went to the gun section of the store. Grant took anymore of the .243 Winchester ammo and a 9mm pistol. Jackson took a shotgun and a .357 magnum.

"I'm pretty beat Jackson. I think we should try to get some sleep, but let’s have an hour shift of watching the front doors. Okay?"

Jackson nodded and went off to the front door. Both of the boys took their shifts, until the sun rose. Grant stood on the roof and noticed a couple of them were coming to the store. He felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around he pointed the 9mm at the person, but it was only Jackson. Jackson had a cup of coffee in his hand along with a Pop-Tart.

"Here I know that you must be hungry."

Grant took the coffee and took a sip, then wolfed down the Pop-Tart.

"Thanks. Those things just keep on coming."

"I wonder why they come here."

"Maybe instinct Jackson. I do not know. Let me test something first. These things do not go down without a fight."

Picking up his Winchester, Grant looked threw the scope. He aimed for the thing's head. Pulling the trigger the bullet whizzed by the thing's head. His hand grabbed another bullet and he reloaded. Grant was a little rusty from his last hunt. Aiming Grant paused for a moment. Pulling the trigger again, the bullet entered the thing's head. It plopped to the ground and did not get up.

"Aim for the head."

Grant put the gun back down.

"I say we hold out here, until someone comes to get us."

OH F#%^ thought John. There was a large car pileup blocking his path up ahead. He drew his two Desert Eagles and turned around and saw a group a zombies 40 meters away. He quickly sprinted and climbed over a fence of a nearby house that seemed to be clear of zombies.

The two men silently ran towards the bakery to avoid the zombies. As they neared the bakery, Manfreid saw a gruesome sight. Ahead of them, there was someone hanging from a noose out their balcony over the sidewalk. Below, a large group of zombies clawed at the ody trying to knock it down and consume it. "That's fucking disgusting." he said.

John was safe, the zombies were too dumb to notice that he went over the fence and wandered towards the pileup, comsuming the corpses inside the cars.....

Bang.
Click-click
Bang.
Click-click
Bang.
Click-click

"You filthy motherfuckers!!" Airth turned and ran like all hell away from the charging hoard. He downed only one of them from this range - a lucky buckshot to the head.

Now the zombies were starting to come out in full force. Airth thought to himself that they were waiting for him and Bob to stop. He ran by a gas station. There inside the convenience store was a horde of zombies eating the remains of what used to be people barricaded inside. When they heard the shotgun they all came out.

"Not Good!"

In a split second decision Airth put a few rounds into the station. The whole thing lit up like a giant roman candle, nearly singing his beard. Good news; the zombies in the store were redead. Bad news, the explosion had attracted every zombie in a couple city blocks towards it.

"SHIT...

click..click..click...

He reached into his pouch to put some more rounds in his gun. Infront of him a zombie fell out the second story window of a building and started sprinting towards him. How something with decayed muscle tissue could run was anyone's guess. Without hesitation the weapon's enthusiast took one of his throwing axes from the side of his jeans and sent it spiraling into the front of the zombie's head. The thing just dropped.

Fully reloaded Airth cocked a round in and picked up his axe. He wanted to get the hell out of there but unbeknownst to him.... he was running toward the center of town.

A loud BOOM jolted Alex awake. He got out of the humvee to see a large fireball rising several miles away. What now, he thought. Whatever it was, zombies were gonna be attracted to it like moths to a light.

Something moved behind him. He turned around to face a zombie about 10 feet away. Alex instinctively drew his M9 and shot the creature in the head. Then got back in his humvee, started the engine, and drove away from the burning site.

John also heard a loud explosion. What was that thought John. Well it doesn't include me so to hell with it.

John decided he needed to focus on more important stuff like getting into shelter, so he decided to enter the house. Carefully, he entered the quiet house with his guns drawn...

She's dead. My Alice is dead. And I'm stuck in a world of monsters...

Alex kept on driving because he didn't dare do much else. But he had to get out of town somehow. Maybe if he found an plane or a helicopter. But the outpost didn't have any aircraft left and he knew the emergency personnel of the city never kept a chopper. It was simply not needed.

Driving down a residential street, Alex spotted a hummer parked in front of one of the houses. It wasn't there when he drove through here last night.

Stopping the humvee behind the other vehicle, he got out and shouldered his XM8 and approached the house. He crouched as he saw movement within the house. "Hey! Is someone in there?" he called to whoever--or whatever--was inside.

OOC: Are you talking about me?

OOC: If it is here it is


Huh? Was that a humvee with a LIVE person person inside. John had never seen another live human since this rampage began.

John heard a voice, which was muffled by the window, coming from that person that sounded like "Hay iz sumon in thar?"

John knew what he meant and shouted "Yes, I'm inside!"

Cautiosly he stared at the front door.

Brendan had spied the young woman from down the street. He had believed her to be dead. But as he advanced up the street he discovered she was quite alive. Brendan, moving surprisingly quick for his size, ordered her to ducked fired a clip in to the crowd and pulled the young lady away. "Are you trying to get killed?" He didn't give the girl enough time to answer before he began pulling her to the barricaded house.

Melissa eventually struggled away from the strange man that had saved her life. She stopped, dead in the middle of the street panting from exhausting. "Hey, I don't know who you are...but those people back there, maybe they can help us...!" She then turned on the heel of her shoe and ran back toward where the hidden sniper had imploded the zombies skull.

"Hello!? Hello?!" She shouted, hoping the man who saved her life would still be close enough to hear her...

Manfreid heard a woman yelling from where they had just been. He pulled out his ICQB .45 and fired four shots into the air. "Over here!" he yelled. He turned to Xavier. "Is that the woman you were helping earlier?"

He stumbled to a stop, his top abdomen falling against his thighs. He was in a deep pant, sweat boiling in the cool temperature.

"Damn...damn damn damn!" He yelled under the heavy breathing, although it came out as a mere whisper. He couldn't hear the shuffling feet anymore, the obnoxious moans, the trampling of many mangled beings. Looking all around him self now, he decided it was safe to continue at a slower pace. He sprinted for more than two miles, which was nothing compared to is days as a soldier. Airborne was made to run for miles and miles.

"Shit..." he was still breathing in a rough motion, removing the clip from his firearm. Only a few bullets were left, eight had been spent. Eight lousy bullets, what a fucking waste...then there was a shout. No, a scream...a shriek. He reloaded the clip into his gun, and ran to where the sound came from. 'HELP, OH GOD HELP ME' was all he could hear. He emerged onto a large street, looking around him aimlessly. The scream came again, and he wasn't sure where.

"WHERE ARE YOU?!" It was helpless, almost as desperate as the screaming. However, there wasn't a response. Just silence, and the shuffling again. A stalky looking man emerged from a broken in window, bloodied beyond all hell. He felt hopeless in this new world, more helpless than he had ever hoped to have felt. Raising his pistol, he closed his eyes.

"What a bastard I've become..." he mumbled softly to himself, and turned the opposite way...

There IS someone inside!

Alex lowered his XM8 and opened the door. Inside was a man that looked a couple years younger than him. Alex was relieved to find another human being amidst this mess. Alex smiled and said, "Thought I was the only one left."

"I didn't expect to see another human again too!" said John, happy that there was someone else alive.

He lowered his gun and said, "Anyways, Whats your name?"

Alex extended a hand. "I'm Alex. Alex Lansing. I was with the National Guard contingent that was sent here."

John reached up and cautiously shook his handed and said "Well, Alex, I'm John Mavier, a former security guard at a mall thats not too far away."


OOC: He still has the keys and stuff that can be used to get into the mall and stuff.

That mall would be a fucking goldmine, Alex thought and then said, "Is the mall anywhere near downtown? 'Cause that area's pretty bad."

'"Hell, no, It's in a subarban area, there should be some undeads there but it should be no problem." said John, "I think the mall is closed due to renovations, so there should be only a handful of undeads there."

Alex slipped a full mag into his XM8, grinned and said, "You wanna go check it out?"

"Sure why not?" said John, smiling back, as he grabbed his Desert Eagles.

The two men proceeded outside. Alex glanced at John and asked, "My car or your car?"

"Your car definently, It's not really a choice," said John as he walked towards the humvee.

Seconds later, they were on the road headed for the mall, crashing past abandoned cars and running down zombies. Alex sped up in an attempt to lose the pursuing zombies.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the mall. Alex, careful not to attract any unwanted attention, parked near one of the building's back doors. They got out and Alex tried the door. Locked. He looked back at John, "You still keys to this place?"

"Yeah, just wait a sec." John said as he fumbled with the keys. He inserted the key and twisted it. The door opened.

"Well, your first."

Manfreid heard a woman yelling from where they had just been. He pulled out his ICQB .45 and fired four shots into the air. "Over here!" he yelled. He turned to Xavier. "Is that the woman you were helping earlier?"

Melissa ran in the direction she heard the shots go off, eventually finding two men, one of which she assumed was the sniper from earlier.

"Oh thank god I found you...!" She said through a sigh of relief, brushing her bangs from her face.

Manfreid put out his hand. "What is your name?" he asked through the gas mask.

Alex brought up his rifle and entered the building. The lights were out so Alex switched on his XM8's flashlight and scanned the room left to right. It looked like a maintenance area, complete with pipes and fuse boxes and concrete walls. There was a door at the other end of the room.

Alex and John got on opposite sides of the door. He glanced at John, who nodded. With that, Alex kicked the door open to reveal the main section of the mall's first floor. It looked in good shape. Most shops looked undisturbed and still had power, there was some blood here and there, but no zombies in sight--Didn't mean they weren't around though.

The whole situation reminded Alex of a zombie movie he saw a while back with a bunch of people trapped in a mall.

"Where to first?" He asked John.

"Anywhere except the grocery store or anyone with meat, I bet most of the zombies are gourging on meat there," said John with his guns drawn.

He closed the glass door and locked it.

"Don't worry about the doors or the windows, not even a bazooka could make a scratch there, I would worry more about the ventilation systems and the zombies inside here."

"Well, then, our first stop should be the grocery store," A devilish grin played across Alex's face, "Let's go hunting!"

Manfreid put out his hand. "What is your name?" he asked through the gas mask.

Melissa was a bit intimidated by the strange looking soldier, but figured he'd go good on the front page of what ever newspaper she was going to give these pictures to. She quickly snapped a shot of him.

"Melissa." She said, taking a few more for good measure.

"Well, Melissa, you are welcome to tag along with us. We are heading to several areas where I need to retrieve some packages, then we are heading to a safe place." he said. "Do you have a weapon or know how to use one properly?"

A Couple of Days Ago

Grant woke up and slowly got out of the bed. He had made a crude gun belt in the last couple of days. The belt held his 9mm pistol and it was good enough for him. Putting on a pair of pants, then he put the gun belt on. The store was in an orderly fashion. The pair of boys had not messed up the store that much, besides setting up an entertainment place, to watch movies and play video games. Walking by the entertainment section he saw the stack of all the movies they had watched. On the screen of the TV was the 1968 version of Romeo and Juliet. Jackson was the last one to choose a movie and had decided on that movie.

About two days ago Jackson had gotten bitten by one of those things. Jackson had been careless and accidental attacked. His health had been grown worse every hour. Grant tried to take care of him, but it was no avail. As everyday passed it seemed as though no one was coming for them.

Grant turned the corner and ended up near Jackson's "room". Walking up Jackson's bed, he shook Jackson under the covers. Jackson did not move. Grant removed the covers and checked Jackson's pulse. Grant's fingers felt nothing.

"No...Jackson."

Grant put the covers over Jackson and collapsed to the floor. Tears rolled down his cheek. His hands were clenched into a fist. Getting up he punched a nearby wall.

"Jackson..."

The covers went upright in the shape of a body. The covers fell off of Jackson's body. Jackson had become one of them. The Former Jackson shuffled toward Grant.

"Jackson?"

Grant heard a noise, and quickly turned around. He was immobilized as he looked at what use to be Jackson. Jackson knocked Grant to the ground and pinned him. Grant tried to grab for the pistol, but he had to keep himself from getting bitten. He threw Jackson off and grabbed his pistol. Pulling the trigger repeatedly, he finally killed the monster. Blood was all over the place. Getting the covers he wrapped up Jackson. Grant grabbed his pistol and put it up to his temple. There was no more reason to live. He pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. Grant kept on pulling the trigger, but only a click. The pistol fell to the ground.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?"

Grant collected the pistol and cleaned up the mess. He remembered how Jackson told him how he wanted to be buried. Getting the body he built a small pyre on the roof. Grant lighted Jackson's body a fire. A stereo was on max and played The Lonely Shepherd. Grant saw and watched his good friend turn to ashes.

"Good bye old friend."

Grant knew that just waiting here was going to kill him, so he needed to get the hell out of this city. As the sunset, Grant watched the embers of fire glow. He returned to the fortress the both of them had created, but only one would return.

The wind whipped through her shoulder-length hair. The bent over the gas tank of her Kawasaki, but the windshield was still too short. The only thing that kept Leah from tearing up was the pair of sungoggles she wore. Her leather jacket flapped in the wind, whipping her legs and arms. She didn't dare stop to adjust it.

Leah tasted copper from the adrenaline that was pulsing through her. It wasn't the good kind of adrenaline, either. It wasn't the euphoric rush she got from riding at high speeds. It was the kind that made her teeth grind and her muscles tremble.

The kind that would be caused by the possible disappearance of her little cousin. Leah looked down at the picture of Emma that she kept pasted on her gas tank. The two of them were in that picture, smiling, arms over each other's shoulders, on a bright summer day.

Leah looked up and had to swerve to avoid a pothole, for the hundredth time that day. She knew she shouldn't ride in this state, it would probably get her killed, especially when she didn't have a helmet. But, right up ahead, Chesterson loomed. Leah smirked and twisted the throttle a bit more. Hang on, Emma, I'm almost there...

She reached the town, going 80 MPH, and slowed down to 50. Leah was a bit unnerved: the streets were completely deserted. What the fuck? she thought, and revved the engine. Just a few blocks from Emma's house, Leah found the first person she'd seen all day.

The man just stepped right in the path of her bike, seemingly out of no where. Leah had to oversteer to avoid him, and did... but the bike lost balance in the process. It tipped over onto its side, and Leah was thrown free.

Flying through the air, flipping end over end, she felt a bit like Superman. All her troubles faded away for a second... and then she remembered that her unhelmeted self was flying over asphalt at seventy miles an hour. She brought her knees up, tucked down her head, locked herself in with her arms... and waited for the crunch.

She hit the pavement and started rolling and bouncing. The wind was knocked out of her. Each time she hit the pavement, Leah felt weaker and weaker... and eventually went limp, flopping across the ground, face and arms and legs scraping against it, eventually slowing and stopping on her back.

Leah lay there for what felt like an hour. She could barely breathe, and moving was out of the question for the time being. Two trains of thought ran through her head, simultaneously. One was a checklist of all the things that could be wrong with her. Shattered vertebrae... fractured skull... punctured lungs... hemmorhaging... ruptured spleen... The other was more important to her: it was an apology to Emma, for not being able to make it to her.

Leah assumed she would die there, on that cold street, whimpering and crying in the dark. And then she heard something: moaning. She spent all the energy she had turning her head to look for the source of the noise: it was the man that had probably killed her. Leah tried to call for help, but all she could say were pitiful half-words.

The man slowly stumbled towards her, closer and closer. Her eyes widened when she got a good look at him: he was covered in blood... and most of it was around his mouth. Leah had seen enough movies and played enough survival horror games to know that look: zombie.

She suddenly got her voice back. "Oh, Jesus... What the fuck is going on?" Leah realized what might have befallen Emma, and found new resolve. As the zombie stumbled ever closer, Leah put all her effort towards getting away from him, and towards the Remington 700 that was mounted in a cage on the side of her bike, along with the rest of her things.

Slowly, movement returned to her body. Her legs kicked and scrabbled against the pavement, awkwardly shuffling her away from the creature... but not fast enough. He grabbed one leg with both hands and slowly prepared to feast on her calf. Leah grimaced and, with a mighty heave, toe-kicked the zombie in the head. It fell to the ground, but kept moving.

"Goddammit, die!" Leah shouted. She lifted the leg he had a hold on, and slammed it down onto his temple. The creature went limp, and so did Leah, for a minute... she nearly fell asleep, spent, but more groaning made the adrenaline course through her again. With a burst of effort, she got up and hobbled towards the bike as quickly as she could. Leah fumbled with the lock for a minute, and retrieved her belongings: a rifle, and a backpack with her ammo, food, electronics, and maps.

Leah took a minute to check her bike. The front fork was bent back into the engine, the gas tank had ruptured, and the rear wheel was sheared off completely. With a sigh, Leah got her bearings and set off towards Emma's house, wary of any other zombies.

Manfreid heard a woman yelling from where they had just been. He pulled out his ICQB .45 and fired four shots into the air. "Over here!" he yelled. He turned to Xavier. "Is that the woman you were helping earlier?"

"Shit." Xavier paused and looked at Mellinda, "I thought that national guard mother fucker took you." He cocked his gun one more time, and decided not to fire a round at the zombies trying to get the suicidal man's corpse. "So, what now?"

"We continue to the Bakery to get my package and get some food." he said. "Are there any objections to this?"

Melissa shrugged apathetically. "I don't care." She then turned and began taking pictures of the noosed man,remarking in a nihilistic fashion what a great picture it was as she did so.

Manfreid took one more look at the hanging man and turned away. "Let us make haste, then." he said to the two. "I'm sure both of you can't wait to get some fresh food in your mouths."

Xavier laughed, "where's the god damn bakery? And don't you think that fucking place might be crawling with survivors looking for food.. or the... undead." Xavier's face grew grim, he held his gun, ready to fire at anything on coming.

"The bakery is down this street about a quarter mile. It isn't large, and if there is anyone or anything inside, we have more than enough firepower to take care of them." said Manfreid.

"Remeber lets walk like the undead, not attracting suspicion, please." Xavier walked as the undead he had seen, slowly. His stance evoking an eerie sence of... evil, though he was alive. "Why is everyone like this in the first place?"

"Walk like the dead? That's just silly. They can smell that you are fresh flesh. How do you think the ones without eyes still know that you are alive and edible. Their hearing is better than their smell so being quiet and fast is the most important factor of our movement." said Manfreid.

"Ungrateful son of a bitch!" Brendan screamed as the young girl ran away. Seeing as she didn't accept his help, he decided not follow her. Being in an uninfected area gave Brendan time to rest and think of where to go next. He decided to head to the center of town, specifically the bakery to see if any survivors looking for food were in need of his assistance.

"Yeah...they can like, smell us!" Melissa commented excitedly as they walked along, gesturing with a nod toward the zombies that despite the attempted foolery on Xavier's behalf, continued to limp after them, eager to tear into them...

Manfreid looked at the dead hobbling towards them and dispatched them with a few single shots from his SCAR-LCQC to the head. "Okay, now can we get going?" he asked Melissa and Xavier.

"Alright." Xavier's muscles began tense as he saw the undead walk towards them. His tight clothes around his body stretched due to the pushing muscle mass, but as Manfried's bullet destroyed the beasts head his tense, hard body relaxed. "So... most-likely better now then latter."

"Wow, for once in my life, I got everything I want in front of me, but I can't use them!" said John as he and Alex walked past the electronics store.

"There's the grocery store."

The store was a mess. Blood was on the greens, carts were scattered, and zombies gourging their gut out.

"We're moving now." said Manfreid as he began to silently run across the road. Melissa and Xavier followed suit as they stuck close to walls and made their way to the bakery. Ten minutes later, they were there. The big wooden doors were shut and a closed sign hung inside the window. "Looks like nobody's home." said Manfreid as he opened the door. "Let me check inside before you move in."

As Manfried entered the building, and left the two outside, he left them in a strategiclly wak position. He left them by a dark alley, which coincidentally hadone of the undead withen itself. It slowly walked, quitely due to its shoes and the clearance of its path. It turned the corner, smelling Xavier's persperiation. As Xavier turned, to the wreaking smell of dry blood and death, a smell he had only smelt in such quantity... and so close. He turned and saw the undead, leap on him. His buldging muscles, which he had trained to obtain ever since he was twelve, allowed him to throw the undead body clear across the width of the alley, where he pulled out his switchblade and jumped on him, to continued his assault. He attempted to slash off the undead's, but the blade wasn't thick enough to complete the attack. He pocketed the knife, he simply smashed his fist, with the full wait of his body's strength, and impailed it. Impailed it so, Xavier's fist was covered with brain, exiting the back of the undead's skull. His arm was stuck in the undead's head, but he just extracted his arm by jamming it up, completely destroying the remaining roof of the undead's skull.

Manfreid shouted out the door to Xavier. "Is everything alright?" Just as he said that, he heard something in the kitchen. "Both of you come in here and shut the door." He removed his ICQB from its holster and walked into the kitchen. There was a blood trail moving into the freezer which was shut and locked. Ice was covering the window making it impossible to see in. On the table was a note. Manfreid walked over to it and picked it up. It read:

To whoever is reading this, my name is Frank Thompson, and I am dead. I owned this bakery with my wife of 32 years. A few days ago, my wife and I were opening the store when a man hobbled up to her and assaulted her. I kicked him away and we locked ourselves inside here. We managed to stay here for a few days after hearing about the zombies from a nieghbor. My wife was turning into one of them, but I didn't know. When she "Died" I was in horrible agony. Then it happened. She rose alive again and got me, too. I dragged her into the freezer and locked her in. I knew what would happen to me if I waited so I decided to end the agony once and for all. You can find me outside my house on the balcony. God help you.

Manfreid set the note on the counter again. He heard something thud against the freezer door. When he turned, he saw the ice begin to turn red.

Xavier pulled Melissa inside the bakery, ordering her to lock every door in the building. He searched the room, ignorant of the blood red ice, for a large bludgening tool, he ripped off one of the metal legs from a four-progned steel chair. He then pulled off another, making, what he crisoned, Kao-wee (sp?) sticks, of course for combat use.

Xavier turned the Manfried, whom he now saw was staring at the freezer. "You hungry too, bro?" Xavier laughed and began walking towards him, noticing the note. He read it, his face turned to an odd... joy. "Thank, god. Bastards like this got medals in the sandbox." He then looked at the freezy... woman... "I'll open it, you shoot the... thing."

He precedded and hopped over the bar, he un-locked the freezy, opening Manfried's line of view to the undead woman. It was time to kill the fucking thing, and this was a highlight, to Xavier, in this whole fucking ordeal. "Kill the fucker!" He screamd, in unison to the blood-chilling 'noise' that escaped the undead's vocal cords.

Manfreid unleashed a roundhouse kick to the undead woman's head, breaking it off due to her frozen state. He stomped the head into a pulp afterwards. He then walked into the freezer and removed a small box and opened it, producing a vial of viscuos liquid. He pocketed it and walked back into the kitchen. "Look for some bread. I'm sure you are all hungry from this." said Manfreid as he removed a bagette from a shelf and began munching on it.

Xavier took several bagels, his overly muscles body demanded a large amount of carbs, even without strenous excersive. He quickly caculated, "Six thousand, regular, eight thousand other wise." He gobbeled down several random foods, "Delicoius." He stated, he wanted to sleep.

"We can spend the night here, if you wish." said Manfreid. "I may have to go out on my own for about an hour to retrieve another package. Is this okay with both of you? I promise I will come back."

Melissa, having completed her 'duty' of locking up the place shrugged. "Fine with me..." She began to tear into a blueberry muffin. It was a little stale, but she supposed it was better than nothing at all.

"So uh, who are you guys anyway?" She asked, her mouth partially full.

Manfreid looked at Melissa and sighed. "I cannot tell either of you what my job here is to accomplish. I just can't. What I can tell you is that my name is Manfreid Rorsch and I am from Wein (Vienna), Osterreich (Austria). I am employed with a PMC named Alps Arms."

"I think you could use some one as strong as me." Xavier made a buldging muscle. "Plus I can break those mother fuckers in half with my bare hands." He showed his bloody arm to Manfried and Melissa, with pride.

"I think you could use some one as strong as me." Xavier made a buldging muscle. "Plus I can break those mother fuckers in half with my bare hands." He showed his bloody arm to Manfried and Melissa, with pride.

Manfreid was puzzled. "In Alps Arms?"

"Hell, I was in the armed forces before." Xavier paused, thinking threw his steps. "So, do you need any varifications, just like any driving license or something?" He was clearly worried, he was defiently under aged, but he acted and looked like a young man.

Manfreid chuckled to himself. This man had potential, but he had work to do. "Can you speak German?" he asked. "Italian, French, Arabic? Have you had service with an elite or at least special fighting force. Before you ask, I was GSG-9 before I joined Alps Arms. Before you can be considered as a candidate, you must be able to do at least some of the aforementioned things. With slightly less brashness and a bit more discipline, I would recommend you to the Colonel myself."

"Guys." Melissa butted in with a sigh. "We're trying to survive here...this isn't a "who's dick is bigger" contest damnit." She shook her head and cursed whatever maniacal cosmic entity had invented machismo.

"The three romance languages, Spansh, and by similiarity, Portugese, French, and Italian." Xavier paused remembering his military career. "SEALs, designated marksmen. I qualified for sniper, but my tour was up before I could go for it, my father wouldn't let me go for another try." He smiled, "I got the boxing gloves for the best sparrer onboard the USS Washington." He danged his golden boxing glove around his chest, a beautiful necklace to any soldier.

"Guys." Melissa butted in with a sigh. "We're trying to survive here...this isn't a "who's dick is bigger" contest damnit." She shook her head and cursed whatever maniacal cosmic entity had invented machismo.

{OOC: *Cough*12 inches*Cough* :p}

Manfreid laughed at Melissa's words. How true they were. He had to end this conversation and get to his next objective and back. "Well, my friend, you do indeed have the qualifications to join. When we get out, I will contact the Colonel and recommend you. In the meantime, I must go to the Great Woods Bookshelf up the street. I won't be gone more than an hour or two, so just wait here and don't go anywhere."

Xavier slept.... he was happy. War, again... he thought to himself, how cruel, how non-cliche'... I am in love with war... he laughed aloud, much to the resemblance to a man whose mental status could be considered dangerous.

"I'll be back." he said to them as he left the bakery. He broke out into a full sprint towards the book store. He had on his NVG's for it was getting dark outside and he didn't want to get wanked by a rampant horde of zombies. After about five minutes of running, he made it to the store. He slid open the door and clicked on the lights. Everything was in order inside the store and he walked between the shelves over to the back room. He opened the door and moved over to a box on a desk. He cut it open and removed another vial from it with a dark crimson muck inside it. he pocketed it and turned to leave when he saw close to twenty zombies flood in through the front door. "Oh, shit!" he yelled as he slammed the back room door shut. "Oh, fuck. What the hell am I going to do." he looked around the room and ran over to a large steel rack and shoved it up against the door. Their moaning grew louder as more zombies entered the store and tried to get at him. He took in his surroundings. There was a desk, another steel rack, a few chairs and some other oddities around the room. There was an air duct above him that went to the roof and a small vent leading to the other room. He looked through the vent and saw more and more zombies moving into the store. "I guess it's through the roof." he said as he began to make a crude ladder with what he had with him.

Xavier woke, he didn't sleep wrong. A moan, scores of them, undead. It was near. "Melissa, i'm going out." He stated, not to her, but the world. He exited the building, he saw group after group of undead throw themselves into a buildinga few blocks down. There was a figure... Manfried. "Manfried!" Xavier yelled, intetionally drawing their attention. The zombies crept towards him, Koa-wee (sp?) sticks in hand. Ready to die, to save Manfried. He laughed at the oncoming undead. "You mother fuckers! Suck me!" His muscles were pumped as he stepped away from the bakery, towards the other side of the street. He entered an old bar, mid-western saloon style, no zombies in site. He climbed up the one winding stairway, of course he blocked it with pieces of wood, but he wondered if it would be enough. The undead were leaving Manfried's position, and funneling towards his...

Manfreid pulled himself onto the roof and saw what was happening. "Xavier! What the hell are you doing? Stop!" he screamed. "Don't fight them! Stop!" Manfreid started shooting at the zombies with his SCAR-LCQC and began dropping a few of them at a time. They were out of his accurate range so he had to resort to spraying them with bullets. "Xavier! Run towards me! Stay clear of the Zombies!"

It was too late, even if he wanted to live, his chances were small. "He jumped down to the bar, the zombies weren't there yet." He ripped off parts of his clothes and stuffed them into the alcohal bottles. This way he made fourteen molotovs. He tossed them all towards the entrance, the undead had som intelligence and strayed just outside the reaches of the fire.

Xavier then found the backdoor, and exited quickly. He took a six blocks that were on the adjacent street to the one that the book store sat on. Finally he reach his destination, the turn that would take him to the book store. he quickly got inside, escaping the view of the undead hoard and began looking for Manfried.

((OOC: Will someone other than me, Buddha C or Candistan please post?))

Melissa was shocked and amazed when Xavier just upped and left. She stormed after him a few minutes after he had left, taking the time to gather various food items in a backpack she had found lying around.

"Xavier, where the fuck did you go? Damnit!" She screamed, drawing the attention of the undead fully upon her.

{OOC: I'm going to stop posting her for a bit, it's getting to the point where people may have the idea it's an exclusive RP.}

((OOC: Good idea. I'll do the same.))

OOC: My last post of the night here.

IC: Manfreid grabbed a drainpipe and slid down it to the street. "Follow me!" he said to Xavier as he ran towards Melissa who was oblivious to what was coming her way. He didn't have time to reload his SCAR so he instead took out his ICQB and his Utility Knife and prepared for a fight. He ran up to the nearest zombie and slashed its spinal chord, causing all body movement to cease and making it fall on the ground where he easily crushed its head. "Die you mother fuckers!" he yelled as he began methodically popping heads with the .45 ACP handgun.

Alex searched the lower lower floor of the mall while John took the upper floor. Alex gave him a two-way radio so they could keep in contact. He figured there would be a lot more zombies on the first floor than the second, seeing as how all the meat-serving restaurants (which the zombies would probably be feasting on) were on the lower floor and the second was all clothes shops and such.

How 'bout a stand-up fight, Alex asked himself. He drew his M9 and fired into the air several times to attract zombies--and it seemed to be working like a charm. "What are you doing?" John said over the radio.

"Getting them together so I can give them their medicine," Alex casually replied. He holstered his M9, shouldered his XM8, and opened fire. Zombies went down rapidly one-by-one as every bullet from the XM8's drum-clip hit its mark.

After that, Alex thoroughly searched the restaurants and stores, killing any zombies he came across. He heard some shots from the upper floor. "Having fun up there?" He said into the mike on his headset radio.
"Yep. Couple snuck up on me, but I'm good."
"Just stay alert."
"This floor's all clear. There wasn't many. I double-checked everywhere."
"Alright. Check them again and let's regroup downstairs, OK?"
"Ten-four. Over and out."

OCC: I would have done this sooner but I was watching a Movie. Put me in a good mood. :)

IC:

The Ferrari zoomed down the street with relative ease. Bits of loose paper flew in the car's wake.

"Whoo-Hoo!!!" Shouted a blond, loud youth, one hand in the air, the other on the steering wheel.

The road was relatively clear of cars, bodies, or debris. It was the outer suburbs after all. Just the road, the car, and the man driving it.

The car began to slow down as it neared the center of the town, more cars, bodies, and debris.

But no zombies...

"Hell they're probably all inside the buildings trying to get the hidden people." The blond said to himself. "I'm sure they'll pop up some- Oh Shit!!!"

The car swerved but did not miss the stumbling person in the road. The "man" went flying through the air and the car barley missed hitting a light pole.

The car backed up to where the "man" landed.

"Hey." Chris said. "You okay?"

The "man" stumbled up, blood dripping from his mouth and began to walk towards Chris.

Smiling, Chris replied (basically to himself) "Well we'll have to fix that." Chris pulled out a glock 22 and shot the "man" three times in the torso.

Bang*Bang*Bang*

The "man" fell but was still alive, Chris aimed the gun again and shot hte "man in the head.

Bang*

He didn't move.

"Alright." Chris said in an upbeat way and drove away.

Later

Thump*Thump*ThumpBang*Thump* The car, now badly damaged with dents, drove along the crowded streets of the inner town, hitting anything and everything in its way.

"Damn You!!" Chris exclaimed as the car hit yet another zombie. The zombie grabbed on the hood and clawed for a holding.

Chris pulled out his glock and shot the zombie in the eye.

Bang*

The car maneuvered down the street into a car garage. Chris drove it up all the way to the top. The zombies were surprisingly numerous here.

It was too risky to drive back down, too little time, gas, and attention span.

One chance. Chris thought as he revved the engine. This is going to be sweet.

The car tires screeched as the Ferrari speed into action. It drove straight through lines of zombies...

...right off the side.

The car flew through the air gracefully, for a car anyway...
Chris jumped out of the car and flew through the air. He had meant to land in a discarded mattress but flew a little too far. Chris hit the side of a gutter and continued to fall, but slower.

Just slow enough.

Chris grabbed on a flagpole near the ground, avoiding slamming into the concret.

I thought this only happens in cartoons. He thought. As if to answer him, the flagpole cracked and began to lean toward the ground, it was still to high for a zombie to reach.

That didn't stop them from trying...

A small crowd of the little bastards had began to gather around the area, clawing upwards.

Well... Crap.

Chris thought hard for a moment and came up with two options. He could drop down into the zombies hands...

...or he could scream at the top of his lungs for help....

...Number two wins.

"HELP!!!" Chris shouted, it echoed past the groans of the zombies.
Choosing some nice big words, he added.

"Some assistance would be greatly appreciated!!"

Now we wait...

Grant looked at the front door. The undead were banging on the locked doors, but they would not move an inch. The barricade was going to hold out. Sitting in a fold out chair he continued to stare at the front doors. Every since Jackson died, Grant had been trying to form a plan to get out of this place, but no good plan had been formed. As the days passed, more and more undead came to the store. They could sense that he was inside.

He grabbed into a bag of chips and ate some. Grant was starting to become very bored in this store. Boredom was starting to set in. Getting up from the chair, Grant grabbed his Winchester Model 70 and backpack filled with ammo. He needed to vent his angry and boredom some how, so he headed for the roof.

On the roof he had set up a chair, table, and a umbrella. On the table was a pair of binoculars. Sitting down he got the binoculars. Looking threw them he could clearly see the undead now. His prediction was right. More undead than yesterday. Grant wondered if there were people out there still fighting the undead. Lately it had been dead silent, except for a couple of explosions and gunfire.

Looking threw the Winchester he loaded in a new bullet. Grant calmed himself down. Pulling the trigger, a red hole appeared in a undead's head. It fell down. Slowly he put in a new bullet and restarted the whole process.

Brendan ran to the man's voice. But as he approached he wished he hadn't. The man was surrounded by zombies and he was slowly losing his grip. Brendan knew his only chance to save this man was to bring the zombies towards him. Brendan yelled to the man and the zombies began to walk towards the easier prey. Brendan began firing in to the crowd but it was no use, they just kept coming. Brendan's only hope was that the other man could somehow save him.


OOC: this is joethesandwich. i accidentally posted with my other nation

John came down the stairs cautiously. He definently didn't want to get bit here and went down silently. He spotted a stray zombie just 10 meters away downstairs. John grabbed his pistols and fired. One bullet missed but the other one clean the zombie's head off.

"This seems just too easy..."

OOC: Sorry, I was kinda out of it yesterday...

Leah woke up, inhaling sharply. She looked around, confused.
Hang on... this ain't my room... Oh, hell, this is Emma's room. Leah remembered the events of the past couple hours again. After stumbling into the house, she didn't find Emma, but she did find a scrawled note in her room. It had said "Sorry, Cousin Leah. Something's wrong in town, my folks are taking me to Minneapolis for a while. Get out of here as soon as you can. Lots of love, Emma." At that point, Leah, laughing with relief, stumbled onto the bed and fell asleep.

She stood slowly, her bruised muscles restricting her movement. With a stifled yawn, she shuffled to the near bathroom. There, she splashed cold water on her face and looked into the mirror. Jesus H... she thought, as she stared. She looked somewhat like a raw hamburger. Her left eye was black, her right was a bit puffy. There were scabbed-over scrapes on a lot of her face... and her nose was crooked. With a sigh, Leah grabbed the collar of her shirt, stuck it in her mouth, and popped her nose bone back into place.

It took her a few minutes to recover from that, but afterwards, she stood, plugged her bleeding nose up with a pair of cottonballs, and walked back into Emma's room. Time to get the fuck outta Dodge. Leah grabbed her gear and managed to make it halfway across the lawn, when a massive hunger pang doubled her over. Or... maybe it's time to grab a bite. Then get the fuck outta Dodge.

Leah decided to check her motorcycle first. She'd stupidly left her food supply there. There was no point searching the house: neither Emma nor Leah could cook, so there wasn't any food in the house, except when her parents were doing something special. Which was rare.

Leah only had to get onto the same block as the bike to realise it was a lost cause: a mass of zombies were fighting for the food she'd left in the cage. It would waste too much of her ammunition to try and take it back. Instead, she left quietly, and cut across a few yards, wondering where to get food.

Leah decided on the bakery. After a few blocks of walking, she heards the distinct sounds of an urban battle in the distance. She unslung her rifle, and checked the chamber. She took a left down an alley, and was met by the sight of five zombies. Leah grimaced, went prone, and aimed down the Remington's iron sights.

OOC: Post'll be completed later...

Manfreid fought with all his might to save Melissa from the horde. He fired a few more shots at the zombies, then ejected the clip under one of the creature's feet. It slipped and fell on its face in front of Manfreid who then delivered the coup de gras to it with his boot. He inserted a fresh clip and began methodically popping heads, stabbing a zombie in the eye every now and then. "Well, are you just going to sit there?" he yelled at Xavier. "Start crushing heads!" Manfreid then turned to Melissa's general direction. "Melissa! find something long to keep them away from you! Grab a pole or something!"

{OOC: Too lazy to switch things.}

Xavier whipped his FS2000 into full automatic and fired a clip into the oncoming undead. The large rounds were aimed high, erradicating twenty-six undead's heads, and mutilating several others from the richote. His Koa-wee sticks were out, as he decided not to waist anymore ammunition. He beat on the undeads heads like a lead zepplin drummer, imploding four of their heads. "We've got to get the fuck out of here, sir!" Xavier said, relieving his battles during the Afghani assault.

Manfreid holstered his ICQB and went Rambo with his knife. He took a zombie from behind and jammed the knife into the nape of its neck, then thrust upwards and destroyed its brain. The zombie thrashed violently, then fell dead on the pavement. Manfreid grabbed another and shoved the knife up under its jaw into its cranial cavity. He then kicked the dead body into two more zombies, knocking them over. "Melissa! Get over here!" he yelled as he thrashed violently at the oncoming Z's. A zombie wrapped its arms around Manfreid, but was judo thrown over his shoulder into a few more. "Xavier! Grab Melissa!"

Melissa was surrounded by several undead, closing on her, slowly. The sad fact was, if she tried to run away, they'd have caught here. "Yes, sir!" Xavier yelled as he charged into the group, smashing all their heads like watermelons. All seven fell, all bodies, their heads' were melted onto the Xavier's koa-wee sticks. He picked up Melissa, grabbing here like a 2x4 to a construction site, she was light as a feather. "Alright, sir! Got the gurl, what now, sir!" Xavier questioned as he met at Manfried's side. He took the momentery halt in action and re-loaded his FS2000, much harder with the woman on his shoulder.

"Run, Xavier!" yelled Manfreid as he roundhouse kicked a zombie in the face. "Get down the street!" Manfreid grabbed a small metal sphere out of his vest and threw it to Xavier. "This is a tracker! I will meet up with you in an hour or two! Just go! Hurry!" he stabbed another Z in the eye socket and destroyed its brain. two more zombies grabbed him and threw him to the ground. Manfreid struggled to get them off of him, but yelled one more thing to Xavier. "Get out of here! That's an order!"

While John was waiting downstairs, he heard a loud bang. Was that Alex? He suddenly felt the ground shake and saw a large shadow shadowing over him. He stared up. That definently wasn't Alex

Xavier wasn't used to running, he never did in Afghanistan, but an order was an order. He jetted down the street, ending in their old hide out, the bakery. He let down Melissa and began to re-secure the bakery, none of the undead had gotten in while they were gone.

John started to run as fast as he ever ran.

"SHIT! Alex, need backup now!"

He kept sprinted and fired his pistols at his head. He fired three shots from each pistols and sprinted away and hid behind a trash can. The large towering, deformed creature prowled around the mall smashing everything in his path with just one swipe of his hand. It got closer and closer....

"Argh!" he screamed as he slashed at the zombies as hard as he could. There were three on top of him, one of them dead. "Die!" he yelled as he threw them off of him. One zombie clenched its jaws on his vest, not touching any flesh. he threw his leg back and kicked it in the balls. Nothing happened. He reached behind him, grabbed it, then spun around, throwing it off of him. He then punched a zombie across the face, breaking off its nose. He thrust his fist into its head, grabbed its brain, and wrenched it out of its head. The body fell silently to the ground. "I have to get out of here!" he said to himself. He broke off into a sprint up the road. The zombies, unable to follow, began to move back to other more interesting places for food. After ten minutes of running he took a rest on top of a minivan. Inside tha van was a child zombie, stuck inside by its seatbelt. He sighed and looked out down the street. And then he saw it. There was a man on a flagpole screaming for help. "What the fuck is going on." he said as he started to walk down the street towards the man. Manfreid was tired, and this guy could hold on a little longer while Manfreid took his good time.

Leah took carefull aim at the lead zombie's cranium, and pulled the trigger.

The small .223 round blew a small hole into the former man's cranium. The expanding bullet didn't make an exit wound. The man simply dropped, like a sack of potatoes.

Leah worked the bolt, and lined up her next shot. She did the same thing to the other three zombies. She thought the alley was clear, and slowly moved to refill her rifle's empty magazine, when she heard a groaning behind her. Leah rolled onto her stomach, and saw a zombie, less than five feet from her.

Shaken, she snatched one of the loose .223 cartridges from her pocket, flung open the bolt on her rifle, loaded the chamber, and closed the bolt, all in less than two seconds. In that time, the zombie had closed more than half the distance to Leah. It opened its mouth, and fell forward... but its jaws didn't close around warm flesh; they closed around hot gunmetal.

"Eat me." Leah pulled the trigger and kicked the corpse off of her. Making sure the alley was clear, she completely reloaded the Remington, and entered the street... right in the middle of a firefight outside the bakery. Goddamn it... I shoulda brought the Armalite, she thought, rueing her choice of rifle that day.

Leah took aim, dropped another zombie, and called out to the first person that she saw* "What the hell is going on?!", as she jogged to the bakery.


* OOC: That could be anyone in the area...

Chris looked at the man who called the zombies attention away from him but couldn't get a good look at him. He had a nice gun though. It was holding the crowd of zombies a few feet away from him, they were however, advancing.

One zombie, a die-hard, was still trying to claw Chris open. Chris also saw the remains of "his" car; the ruptured gas tank was leaking a good amount of explosive liquid onto the ground.

So the car had a little more gas than Chris had thought…
…big deal.

Chris thought hard and came up with another risky idea.

gas tank...
zombies...
gun...

...Bingo...

Chris let go of the flagpole and landed, feet first, onto the chest of the die-hard zombie. It let out a surprised groan as it fell to the concrete. A few from the group of zombies noticed his landing and turned to face him.

Chris jumped again, from an angle, into the air. He aimed his pistol (which he had somehow managed to not drop) and fired at the gas tank of "his" former car.

It was basically a huge Matrix rip off.

As Chris landed behind a small wall of concrete as the bullet hit the tank. A huge fireball of an explosion rippled through the air.

Zombies must not like bright lights...
...or flames...
...or shockwaves...

The zombies closest to the explosion flew through the air, each one letting out its own version of a pissed-off yell. About half of them weren't moving anymore. The zombies that were still alive began to stagger up and face Chris.

Chris, standing now, looked as many zombies as he could in the eye.

"Bring it on." Chris said, aiming his pistol at a zombie to his left.

"Join in anytime you feel like it." He also shouted to the man that helped him.

"Listen!" Melissa suddenly shouted to Xavier, noticing the gunshots in the distance.

"There's somebody else alive out there...we should go see if we can help.""

"Listen!" Melissa suddenly shouted to Xavier, noticing the gunshots in the distance.

"There's somebody else alive out there...we should go see if we can help.""

"Manfried just risked his life to save us." Xavier said defiently, with a grave expression echted into his face. "I'm not going to die, or let you die. His life won't be in vain!"

OOC: You'll find Xavier and Melissa at the bakery. Manfreid, the mercenary they are with, is off escaping a horde of zombies he lured away from the other two.

IC: "I don't know how you got up there." said Manfreid. "But you're going to have a helluva time getting down." Before the man could say anything, Manfreid turned the other way and started walking back to the bakery. He didn't want to wste the strength or ammo to save the man. He was about halfway there when he heard a loud, deep roar come from a small loading dock to his left. "What the fuck?" he said as he drew out his Saiga-12 and loaded a mag filled with slugs. All of the sudden, a huge, putrid creature burst through the loading dock doors. it let out a shriek and barreled towards him, throwing aside debris in its way. Manfreid just stood there. "Fuck." He said. He turned and ran away from the thing, but it was no use. It swung its massive arm and threw him aside against a store window. He broke through and started to think about how the hell he would get out of this. He raised the shotgun and blew five slugs into the thing's upprer body and head. It let out another huge shriek and ran at the store. Manfreid picked up a coatstand and broke off the curved hanging pieces. He held it up in front of him when the thing ran at him. The metal rod went right into its sternum area and the beast let out another scream and picked him up. "Oh, fuck!" he yelled as he was thrown out of the store, across the street, and into the windshield of a small car. "I need to kill this son of a bitch." he said. The beast ran at him again and dove at the car. Manfreid rolled off of the car just as the beast smashed its hood into the pavement. Manfreid ran over to a gas station nearby and tried to lure the thing over.

"But who ever it is that is shooting out there could be hurt! We need to try and help them! And if you're not going to help me, then I'll do it my self." With that, Melissa burst out the frotn door of the bakery once more, running in the direction of (Leah's) gunshots...

"Bitch..." Xavier went into hysteria, he was alone. Left, he left his friend, his only living friend, to die. He heard a loud thud, and exited the building, half expecting to die from some random undead beast. He sawa massive thing, and Manfried, running across the street. He saw the bastards pass the street and followed them, quickly. His speed, half of natural leg strength and half of adrenline. He saw what Manfried was trying to do. Lure the massive beast into the gas station.

"Bring it on you smelly mother fucker!" Manfreid yelled at the beast. It let out another petrifying shriek and ran at him. It threw a huge punch him, but missed and hit a gas pump instead. It broke, releasing liquid gasoline and vapors in the air. Then an idea came to Manfreid. The beast threw another swing at Manfreid, but this time he grabbed a hold of its arm and swung himself on its back. "Take this shit!" he yelled as he shot a whole magazine of 12G slugs into the beast's back. He then took out a phosphorus grenade and pulled the pin. "See you in hell!" he yelled as he shoved it in the hole the slugs had made. He jumped off the beast and ran away from the station. The grenade had a seven second delay, so he had to make as much time as possible. When the white phosphorus gas erupted from the grenade, the beast let out the loudest, most blood-curtling scream Manfreid had ever heard. The superheated air then ignited the gas fumes, which in turn ignited the whole gas station and a large propane container near it. The explosion launched Manfreid through the air onto the windshield of a Chevrolet Suburban, knocking him out. The last thing he saw before the blackout was the huge mushroom cloud and the hundreds of pieces of flesh falling from the sky. And there he lay, half dead, sprawled across the hood of a car.

Leah took down another zombie, operated the bolt, took aim, and was about to fire... when she realised that she was aiming at a real, living woman, not undead.

She shifted her aim slightly and took down a zombie that was reaching for the girl. The creature fell with an audible thud, and Leah scanned for any immediate threats to either of them, then addressed her.

"I dunno who you are, but you're either very brave or very crazy. Is the bakery safe?"

OOC: Wait... is there a Tyrant in the middle of the street or something? Kinda confusing...

Leah took down another zombie, operated the bolt, took aim, and was about to fire... when she realised that she was aiming at a real, living woman, not undead.

She shifted her aim slightly and took down a zombie that was reaching for the girl. The creature fell with an audible thud, and Leah scanned for any immediate threats to either of them, then addressed her.

"I dunno who you are, but you're either very brave or very crazy. Is the bakery safe?"

OOC: Wait... is there a Tyrant in the middle of the street or something? Kinda confusing...

OOC: Not anymore :) There was a few blocks down the street you're on, but now it is falling to the ground in a million little pieces.

The explosion caused the slow moving dead to head towards the now non-existant station. "Manfried!" Xavier screamed, he ran towards him, his legs propelling him like the combustion in the catridge of a bullet that causes it to do so much damage to the human body. He was wrote by Manfried, the dead a full hundred meters away from them. Soon the undead would be upon them, but Xavier would protect Manfried to the last bullet, or atleast use the last bullet to kill Manfried and allow him not to be the putrifing beasts.

OOC: just letting you know, Manfreid is out cold, so I suggest getting Melissa and the other girls to come over and help you, otherwise we're both fucked, which wouldn't be very good for either of us. Plus, he could have some injuries that might make it not safe to move him anywhere for the time being.

((OOC: A tyrant-like creature, apparently.))

Melissa shook her head. With all the in and out activity the bakery had seen, and the fact she thought she had heard Xavier burst out of the building several moments after her self had probably attracted the zombies more than anything.

"No...not it isn't."

OOC: I got to go to sleep. Sry, Toc.

OOC: I got to go to sleep. Sry, Toc.

((OOC: Aw hell naw. Oh well, guess our characters can be on Pause then...>.>))

Manfreid regained consciosness for about ten seconds and saw the horde of zombies moving over towards him. He didn't have enough time to see Xavier. "God help me." he muttered. Soon, he went unconscious again, Gary Jules' Mad World playing in his head.

OOC: just letting you know, Manfreid is out cold, so I suggest getting Melissa and the other girls to come over and help you, otherwise we're both fucked, which wouldn't be very good for either of us. Plus, he could have some injuries that might make it not safe to move him anywhere for the time being.

"Help, we need to get out of here!" Xavier yelled to Melissa. The zombies moved closer... eighty meters. Xavier himself could probably blow a hole in the zombie horde but he needed Manfried, but he could be hurt. the injuries could be multiplied in seroiusness if Xavier moved him, and he knew it. Xavier had one option, he picked up Manfried's gun and prepared for the worst.

OOC: Entering late in RP, is that ok?

OOC: Entering late in RP, is that ok?

((OOC: Yes. Though you're the last person I'm letting in.))

Brendan enjoyed having a partner at his back. It reminded him of his days on the force. After what seemed like ten minutes from the car's explosion, there was another explosion off in the distance followed by gunshots.

"Come on! We're going to the center of town."
"That's stupid. Gunshots means more zombies."
"Gunshots also means more people."

Brendan waited for the man's reply. He was going into town anyway but he knew it would be good to have a partner.

Chris administered a kick to a zombie sending it spiraling into three other zombies.

"Alright let's go!" Chris said "I was heading that way anyway."

His tone became more serious. "Let's find a safer route though."

As Brendan scanned the area for a safer route, he saw a bar.

"Another route won't be necessary. You can hold them off for a few minutes by yourself?"

Brendan had to shoot 2 zombies on his way to the bar. 2 zombies who used to be his neighbors. As this awful revelation hit him,, a zombie came from behind and managed to bite him. The surprise caused him to fall. In his panic Brendan fired a full clip at the zombie almost every shot missing. However the last shot slammed through the zombies head. Brendan got up and continued to run towards the bar.

The bar was strangely deserted. Brendan found what he came for and quickly fashioned a Molotov cocktail. On his way out he found some more handgun ammo and a Ruger .22.

The young man had managed to hold out while he was gone. Brendan threw the Molotov cocktail into the crowd.

" Now we just wait for it to stop burning and then we run to the center of town. Got it?"

Brendan tried to act like everything was fine but the wound on the back of his neck burned and he was beginning to become dizzy.

((OOC: Aw hell naw. Oh well, guess our characters can be on Pause then...>.>))

OOC: Again, sorry. I was tired to the point where I couldn't read the screen...
If that happens again, you can just autopilot my character, 'k?


IC:
"Damn! I was hungry too!" Leah shouted, smirking.

Then, hearing the boy scream for help, she reloaded her rifle, took out one of the zombies that was approaching him, and, grabbing the girl's (Melissa) shoulder, started running towards towards the boy, working the bolt on the Remington.

"Ma'am, if you don't have a gun, get that kid out of danger! I can't hold 'em off for very long."

Leah took a sitting stance next to the boy, sighted the cranium of another zombie, and pulled the trigger. As she worked the bolt, Leah gave a sidelong glance to the boy, and his gun.

"You woulnd't happen to have any .223 ammo, would you? I'm running a bit low..."

She raised the rifle again.

{OOC: Which boy are you talking about?}

((OOC: K. I'll be back in about an hour my self. Just drag me along for the time being.))

Melissa could tell Manfried was hurt, probably seriously. And she could also tell that moving him might make it worse, but then again, they couldn't stay here. "Help me get him up! We have to find somewhere safe or else we're really screwed!" She shouted to Xavier, grabbing one of Manfried's arms as she did.

OOC: you girls might want to help Xavier. He really needs it.

IC: Manfreid opened his eyes but was too out of it to move anything. He looked at Xavier holding his gun and bagan to feel like shit. Oh, he doesn't know, he thought to himself. It doesn't fire without me holding the handle. DNA signature. Now we're screwed. He bagan to laugh, but then coughed up a bunch of blood and went back unconscious.

OOC2: A little enticement for the women to help you. :)

{OOC: Which boy are you talking about?}

OOC: Well, considering that your character is the only one that would generally be considered a boy, at age 17, I was talking about Xavier...

But I was under the false impression that Xavier was hurt. So I guess Leah is next to Manfried.

IC:

Leah started getting worried. The zombies were much closer than they were when she got to Manfried.

"Kid! Help her get this guy out of here, or we're all fucked!"

She flung open the bolt on her rifle and started reloading it...

Manfreid awoke from unconsciousness to a horrible pain in his back. "Argh! Fuck!" he screamed out.

As Brendan reached the center of town he saw the horrible scene.

Brendan ran forward firing into the crowd of zombies.


ooc: ill make a more detailed post later, this is just to show that he's there

Melissa began to sweat bullets as she continued to try and yank Manfreid up. She looked around her and noticed the zombies closing in. Her grip of his arm slipped, and she stumbled backward, falling onto her ass. She struggled away from a zombie, and in a fit of hysteria ran up to Xavier and aimed a kick at his groin.

"Help me already!"

Out of nowhere the zombie's head exploded. "Get me out of here." Manfreid said, holding the ICQB smoking in his hand.

OOC: Well, considering that your character is the only one that would generally be considered a boy, at age 17, I was talking about Xavier...

But I was under the false impression that Xavier was hurt. So I guess Leah is next to Manfried.

IC:

Leah started getting worried. The zombies were much closer than they were when she got to Manfried.

"Kid! Help her get this guy out of here, or we're all fucked!"

She flung open the bolt on her rifle and started reloading it...

{Well, ICly he has a really manly body so I'd think you'd believe him to be older, but whatever. Lol}

"Sir! We're surrounded!" Xavier yelled to Manfried. "We've seemed to find several friends, though. He smiled at the companions that were around him. Xavier fell to the ground realising he had been kicked in the balls, giving special consideration to shooting Melissa on 'accident'.

((OOC: What about Melissa's ball-busting kick?))

Airth was shooting wildly now. Attracting even more and more zombies to him. A person observing from the roof of a building would be able to notice this.

Then finally it happened. It dawned on Airth's thick head that maybe the shotgun blasts were attracting the zombies.

Ohhhh......

There were 20 of the creatures advancing towards him. He was in the middle of another intersection. Some how he had managed to escape the lot of them after slinging his 12 guage. He got to a dead end, now breathing slightly heavily. Airth took out his battleaxe and twirled the heavy weapon round and round his back using his huge muscular arms.... sumptuous apetizers for the bloodthirsty zombies. But this meal wouldn't be that easy.

Without warning one of the zombies charged forward...well more like a fast limp, but a charge in the zombie's eyes nonetheless. With almost no effort the Scotsman cleaved the zombies body in half. The upper body still tried to grab his feet. He stomped on it effectively making the undead the redead. Or something like that. Then the rest of the zombies charged towards him. Since the battle axe was long and 2 sided he could easily do melee combat with zombies and not get bitten if he was careful.

In a short 15 seconds the street was littered with the decapitated remains of 20 zombies. One sweaty man with a bigass axe stood over them.

Airth made his way past them looking for a way out and this time being more careful. He couldn't call out for help or he would attract more zombies. And as far as he knew no one was left alive. He ransacked a convenience store for some water and some energy bars and continued on.

Manfreid was pissed. He wasn't planning on anymore people. Then again, he wasn't planning on fighting a tyrant either. "Listen up. I still need to finish my mission. All of you have to help." he said, "I think I have two cracked ribs, possible hairline fractures on my pelvis, and numerous cuts and bruises. I'll be fine in a day or so. Until then, we need to survive." He looked around at the people there and then coughed up a huge blood clot onto the pavement. The pthers looked shocked. "I'll be fine. For now, we need to make a hole. Xavier, I trust you the most. Take this." he tossed an incindiery grenade to Xavier. "Throw it at that one." he pointed to a fat zombie hobbling towards them.

((OOC: And now, I am confused. Is Xavier thinking about shooting my character...or did he do it?))

{Well, ICly he has a really manly body so I'd think you'd believe him to be older, but whatever. Lol}

"Sir! We're surrounded!" Xavier yelled to Manfried. "We've seemed to find several friends, though. He smiled at the companions that were around him. Xavier fell to the ground realising he had been kicked in the balls, giving special consideration to shooting Melissa on 'accident'.

OOC: A really muscular teenage still looks like a really muscular teenager.

IC:
"Melissa, what the hell are you doing?" Leah shouted as she patted her pockets, looking for spare rounds. Her stomach dropped. "Hell, I've only got three rounds left! Let's GTFO already!"

She ran back and grabbed Manfried under the shoulders, pulling him back away from the horde. "Someone get his feet, goddamn it! Manfried... that is your name, right? How bad are you hurt?!"

OOC: A really muscular teenage still looks like a really muscular teenager.

IC:
"Melissa, what the hell are you doing?" Leah shouted as she patted her pockets, looking for spare rounds. Her stomach dropped. "Hell, I've only got three rounds left! Let's GTFO already!"

She ran back and grabbed Manfried under the shoulders, pulling him back away from the horde. "Someone get his feet, goddamn it! Manfried... that is your name, right? How bad are you hurt?!"

{OOC: I doubt he could get into the Marines looking like a really muscular teenager.}

Xavier rushed to Manfried, helping him up, his bulky arms wrapped around his shoulder. "Sir, we're guna get you out of here." He made sure that nothing he did hurt the commander.

OOC: A really muscular teenage still looks like a really muscular teenager.

IC:
"Melissa, what the hell are you doing?" Leah shouted as she patted her pockets, looking for spare rounds. Her stomach dropped. "Hell, I've only got three rounds left! Let's GTFO already!"

She ran back and grabbed Manfried under the shoulders, pulling him back away from the horde. "Someone get his feet, goddamn it! Manfried... that is your name, right? How bad are you hurt?!"

OOC: I made a post about his health above.

OOC: And now I'm annoyed. I wrote that last post before Candistan posted his last one, but now my post makes me look like an idiot.

How about, instead of burning down the zombie horde, we just retreat in the opposite direction?

And, also, what are the chances of someone going from "coughing up blood" to "long and elaborate sentences" in a few minutes?

OOC: And now I'm annoyed. I wrote that last post before Candistan posted his last one, but now my post makes me look like an idiot.

How about, instead of burning down the zombie horde, we just retreat in the opposite direction?

And, also, what are the chances of someone going from "coughing up blood" to "long and elaborate sentences" in a few minutes?

OOC: He's slick like that. And who said he's not done coughing it up?
IC: Manfreid coughed up some more blood. "Aren't we surrounded?"

((OOC: Well, I'm just going to assume you were thinking about doing it, considering a gunshot wound would be a death sentence to my character...))

Melissa ran assist Leah, grabbing Manfreid by the ankles as Leah had requested. He was pretty heavy, but the adrenaline coursing through her veins was a big boost to her strength.

Meanwhile, the flesh-hungry zombie horde had grown to the dozens, if not hundreds. The voices, motion and smell of fear and panic had attracted a considerable amount of the undead.

{OOC: I doubt he could get into the Marines looking like a really muscular teenager.}

OOC: One of my cousins did it. *shrug*
And how is Xavier wrapping his arm around Manfried's shoulder when I'm holding him by the shoulders?

OOC: I made a post about his health above.
OOC: No kidding. See my post above.

OOC: One of my cousins did it. *shrug*
And how is Xavier wrapping his arm around Manfried's shoulder when I'm holding him by the shoulders?


OOC: No kidding. See my post above.

OOC: I saw. And answered.

Xavier sighed. "Alright, how about I stay here. And you guys take commander out of here." Commander was an obvoius enduring (sp?) terms for Manfried. Xavier cocked his gun, and with his fresh clip set it to full automatic. "Run, these gun shots are bound to attract more undead." Xavier was cleary ready to die, though, his human will to survive kept nagging at him, unseen in the edges of his mind, causing him doubts...

((OOC: Everyone, calm down. Let's work this out on the OOC thread right quick so we can quit clogging this up with IC posts.))

OOC: I have to go in a few minutes, so just say you dropped Manfreid and He passed out. :)

IC: Manfreid would have said something to Xavier, but decided not to. "Let's just find somewhere to hole up. We have to hurry."

OOC: Yeah, I can't find the link to it...

IC:

Leah looked down. "The alleyway I came in by was clear." She glanced over her shoulder. "Still is. C'mon, Melissa, let's pick up the pace." She looked back down to Manfried, and said, "Look, moving you like this is going to excaberate your wounds, but it'll be a damn sight better than being cannabalized."

Leah checked behind. The alleyway was getting closer, and she quickened her pace.

Grant stared blankly at the security monitors. Slowly he went threw each monitor. It looked as it would usually. Coming to the monitors he took notice of the undead crowded around the front door. He drank some water from a disposable cup. The undead were banging on the front door trying to get inside. In the distance he saw smoke come from the center of the town. Grabbing his Winchester Model 70, Grant made his way up to the roof.

Making it up to the roof he grabbed a pair of binoculars. Slowly he scanned the area of the town. Grant thought he saw something move. Closing in on the area he saw some people running away from the undead. Grant knew that he needed to show the people that this area was somewhat safe. Quickly he grabbed a nearby flare gun, in case any helicopter came. Then he pointed the flare gun into the air, and pulled the trigger. The flare flew into the darken sky. Grant hoped that these survivors could see the flare.

Quickly he made a sign, saying 'COME AROUND BACK. I WILL OPEN THE BACK ENTRANCE'. Grant made the sign hang in front of the store. He ran down the pair of stairs and got the pair of keys. Grant waited by the door to see if anyone came.

OOC: hopefully Canadstein is talking about us.

IC: "There!" Manfreid said. "Someone's up their!"

"No shit." Melissa commented, shaking her head as she carried him through the dark alleyway. The flare gun had the unexpected side-effect of attracting the undead, who just adored the pretty lights and sounds the flare made in the night sky.

OOC: could you drop Manfreid on the ground now, please? :)

Julius saw a light in the darkness, a flare he figured, emitt from a nearby building as he disembowled a zombie with his hunting knife and kicked the still groaning beast backwards. Survivors, he thought, he looked for a way up out of the street, up was best since as far as he could tell this damnable things couldn't climb. He lumbered over to a nearby fire escape and began going up.

(OOC:Know I'm late, hope I can still jump in)

OOC: This thread is closed and no more people are being accepted.

((OOC: Eh...one more person. Just one more, and that's it. Anyways, dropping Manfreid on the ground is sort of out of character...how are we going to pass that off exactly? I suppose we could just drag him in the building and leave him lying somewhere to recover.))

((OOC: Eh...one more person. Just one more, and that's it. Anyways, dropping Manfreid on the ground is sort of out of character...how are we going to pass that off exactly? I suppose we could just drag him in the building and leave him lying somewhere to recover.))

OOC: Yeah, that'll do

((OOC: Well in any event it's not my turn to post.))

Xavier saw his commander make it inside and turned to the approaching undead, fifty meters away. He knew about two hundred of them were coming at him right now, about five percent of the population living in the small town. "Die you undead fuckers." He said, in a low, calm voice. He crouched and aimed his gun, making sure each round would hit their heads as he fired of his clip of thirty rounds, dropping thirty undead. He reloaded the round and continued this ritual, in eight minutes he had dropped ninety undead, but they were 10 meters from him now. He knew he was going to die if he didn't do something quick, plus the zombie horde was growing. "I'll blast a hole threw you fuckers." He chose a weak point in the zombie horde, the center. There the ranks were only eight undead thick. He blew them away by waisting a single clip. He had five clips left. He dashed threw the hole, making it clear as the undead turned their heads and looked at him, slowly, monsteroiusly stepping towards him.

OOC: Introducing Andromiki (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12505999&postcount=59), how are we going to do it?

John jumped out of his hiding spot, and open fired on the creature. Pieces of skin came off, blood were streaming from the monster's body but did not seem to affect him. John turned and sprinted into a clothes shop 200 meters away and dove into the fitting room like a baseball player.

"That....... had to be...... the world record...... for the fastest 200 meter sprint." John gasped with heavily panting.

The creature suddenly came out of no where and started trying to get at him but fortunautly for him, the fitting room was too small for the giant.

OCC: Wow... I missed a lot.... Oh well.

IC: Chris walked down an alley towards the flare. He was looking over his shoulder every two steps. On the way to the town center, Chris got separated from the other man by a group of zombies. By the time he killed them all, the man was gone.

Maybe the flare was from him...
Doubt it, But you never know...

After some amount of walking, (with only a few zombies that Chris snuck past) which seemed like a few minutes, he reached a building that had some sparks falling onto it from the sky.

This must be it.
Chris thought.

Some zombies were banging on the door to the building.

"Hey." Chris said to the zombies. They turned and started to stagger over to him.

Chris raised his gun, aiming, and pulled the trigger.

*click*

"What the?"

*click*
*click*
*click*

"Damn! Out of bullets!" Chris reached into his pocket for another clip but found nothing.

Where are the rest of my clips? he thought frantically.

Wait...
....they were in the Ferrari...
...and I blew up the Ferrari...
...
.........
..............
...crap....

Chris threw the useless gun at one of the zombies. It bounced off without so much as a scratch. Chris looked around for something, anything to use. He settled on a discarded fire axe. Probably left from the now nonexistent firefighting force.

Chris then charged the zombies, letting out a small yell.

After a few seconds of complete madness, Chris stood over the remains of about nine zombies. It was kind of hard to count them now.

Chris walked over to the door and saw a quickly written sign.

'COME AROUND BACK. I WILL OPEN THE BACK ENTRANCE'

Works for me. Chris thought.

Just as he began to turn, a sharp growl caused him to stop abruptly. He slowly turn to face a zombified dog. Its belly was torn open, revealing bloodied, hanging intestine and part of the stomach. The face also had some claw mark across one eye. It snarled at him and prepared to leap at him.

"Bring it on fluffy." Chris said as he braced himself for the attack.

Manfreid awoke inside a strange house. He grabbed his ICQB and looked around the room. Seeing nothing, he decided to get up. A dull pain shot into his side and he sat back down. "Fuck, my ribs." he mumbled. He tried again, this time ignoring the pain and got to his feet. His mouth tasted like dry blood, which his spit confirmed. "I need a drink." he said as he walked over to a door. It opened and a boy stood in front of him. "Fuck!" he yelled as he grabbed the kid's shirt collar and stuck the ICQB in front of his face.

ooc: i'm with xaier and those guys nows

lets just say i helped hold off zombies while you were carrying Manfreid.

Bump

Xavier waited, waited as the undead spilt themselves into two groups. One group was heading towards the men that helped me destroy much of the undead horde, the other... the other was coming for him. He smirked at them and ran towards an old abondanded fire station. He didn't expect any survivors, so he hefted himself up the pole, noticing the destroyed stair well... some, living, human must of done that. "Holy shit! Fred, look! A survivor!" A young fire fighter said, in a low tone, as to not attract any undead.

Xavier looked puzzled, were they really alive? The older fire man, Fred, Xavier deducted, there seemed to be only two left, had not said a word. "Didn't expect to see survivors. Are there any policemen left? Any other fire fighters?" Xavier took a swing at hope.

"No." Fred replied, a low scruffy voice. It led Xavier to believe they had no supplies left, especially water. "We had seventeen here, twelve policemen, two rescue workers, and three figher fighters." He coughed, gasping for some of the air's mosture to realive his dry hell. "All of them said, 'We can kill the zombies! We got guns! They walk slow as hell!'." He raspily laughed, "Bull shit. They're probably all dead, now."

Xavier didn't believe it, if there was a group of fifteen men with guns they had to atleast have found out that they needed to hide in a place with supplies, of course half of them have probably joined the undead. "Damn." Xavier paused mornfully. "Do you have any supplies?" The two men shook their heads, despair retook their faces. "Guns?" They nodded, still despair controlled their demeanor. Xavier laid down, to rest.

((OOC: Well in any event it's not my turn to post.))
OOC: Lol. Excellent timing on my part, as usual.

I guess we're just fast-forwarding to us being in an abandoned building.
Manfreid awoke inside a strange house. He grabbed his ICQB and looked around the room. Seeing nothing, he decided to get up. A dull pain shot into his side and he sat back down. "Fuck, my ribs." he mumbled. He tried again, this time ignoring the pain and got to his feet. His mouth tasted like dry blood, which his spit confirmed. "I need a drink." he said as he walked over to a door. It opened and a boy stood in front of him. "Fuck!" he yelled as he grabbed the kid's shirt collar and stuck the ICQB in front of his face.

Leah walked down the hall, and saw Manfried threatening the kid they found in the building. "Manfried, let 'im go and have a drink!" she shouted and tossed one of the 12 oz. bottles of water she'd found in the building.

"Melissa's here with us. The kid's still missing. He may be dead, but maybe not. We found a small stockroom here. We've got water, a bit of food, and a little more ammo for this and your gun. Enough to make it to whoever sent up that flare, whenever you're ready."

Xavier had spent the day trying to get Fred, and Kyle, the younger fireman, to go with him and find his commander, Manfried. He had succeded, the sad part was, limitations on their weapon stock pile. A Remington 870, with thirty-three shells, Fred's gun, and a Glock 17, which belong to Kyle. The glock had four clips, not including the one in the reciever.

Xavier and his band of refugees exited the firestation, sliding down the pole. They were in the middle of the round, the group of undead that Xavier had shot his way threw just several hours before was not waiting outside the door of where his friends had set up residence. This was a blessing in disguise, Xavier knew where his friends were. "Alright, you see that group of about eighty undead, right by that door?" Both his companions nodded. "Alright, we're guna taken em' on." Their hopes dropped. "Don't fire unless they get close to you. I've got the real gun, here." He showed them his FS2000.

The slowly made their way, fifty meters away from the group, Xavier opened fire. Each on of his bullets, yes all thirty, met their mark, an undead's head. Now only fifty stood, he reloaded his clip and fired another volley, twenty-eight undead fell. The twenty-two remaining undead creeped towards the small band of brothers. "Alright, bash them!" He said to his group, quietly. They ran at the enemy, forcing their heads into a pulp-like substance. All dead and none of them had been bitted.

The group walked towards the sign, and they quickly went to the back, where they knocked at the door and whispered to be let in.

Melissa poured one of the bottles of water over her head, somewhat cleaning away the sweat and dirt that had collected in it the past few days. She shook her hair dry and checked her camera, happy to find out she still had alot of film left. She then made her way toward Leah, approaching the other girl shyly.

"Hey..." She began after finding her..

Leah smiled tiredly at the girl. "What's up, Meli..." she broke off, hearing tapping on the door. "Give me a second..."

She walked up to the back door and put her ear up to it. Leah heard whispering... it was Xavier's voice. With a grin and a sigh of relief, she flung open the door, to let them in. Leah gave the alley behind a quick scan, before turning back to Melissa.

"Sorry, Melissa. You were gonna say something?" Leah looked at her inquisitively...

"I was just gonna say, thanks for saving me back there..." She commented, referring to the multiple times Leah had blasted zombies away from her. She didn't bother to mention that the guys had done so several times as well.

"I know I can be a handful and stuff....well, it's just nice to have another girl around." She continued. She stepped forward and gave Leah a light hug before backing off gingerly.

"Look at what I found!" He pointed to the two firemen. "And they say that a group of fifteen of them went out to fight the undead!" He smiled, happily. "That means probably seven of them have found a place and boarded down. More survivors!"

Grant got the keys and opened the lock. He held his 9mm pistol to the door. Sweat rolled down his face. Grant wondered if the undead were banging on the door. Kicking open the door he was ready to fire his pistol. Seeing that it was three other surviors, Grant pushed them inside, then quickly locked the door.

"I'm Grant Whitfield. This is my turf and you will abide by my rules. Tell me your names, now."
OOC: No one's on your 'turf', actually. We're in an abandoned building. :p

And, sorry it took so long to reply, Toc. :(
"I was just gonna say, thanks for saving me back there..." She commented, referring to the multiple times Leah had blasted zombies away from her. She didn't bother to mention that the guys had done so several times as well.

"I know I can be a handful and stuff....well, it's just nice to have another girl around." She continued. She stepped forward and gave Leah a light hug before backing off gingerly.

Leah mused for a second, held tilted. Then she just returned Melissa's hug, took a small step back, smiled, and said "De nada. I know you'd have done the same if our it was the other way around." She gave Melissa's hand a small, reassuring squeeze, before turning to Xavier.

After listening to what he said, she replied, "Good. Yeah, that's really great. Alright, so, we've got a choice ahead of us: we can either find those guys, or we can go to whoever fired that flare last night. What d'you guys think we should do?"

"Why not, both?" Xavier mused, "I mean of course we should go towards the guy who fired the flare, we have no re-assurance of the survival of the group of fifteen, well... except probablity."

(OOC: Sorry about not posting earlier. Been busy the last couple days.)

Shit! John was cornered in the fitting room. Alex crouched near the entrance of the clothes shop, watching the monster attempt to pry his way in. What the fuck is that? Where did it come from? Alex thought. "Alex, where the hell are you?!" John yelled from inside the small room as he repeatedly fired his handgun at the beast to no effect.

Alex was choked up in fear. You hesitate, people die, He remembered his drill sergeant telling him. But he couldn't. He had to do something--now.

"ALEX!" John yelled as his gun clicked empty.

Alex quickly attached the grenade launcher to his XM-8, jumped out of his hiding pot and said, "Hey, fuck-face!!"

The monster turned.

"EAT THIS!" He fired the M40 grenade, hitting the creature in the chest. The force from the explosion sent it flying through the wall and into the adjacent gymnasium.

John cautiously came out of the fitting room, looking toward the unconscious beast. "Jesus..." he said, breathing a sigh of relief.

"You alright?" Alex said. John glanced at him then back at the monster, "Yeah, I'm good. And--uh--our guest?"

Alex stepped carefully through the hole, approaching the creature from the side, rifle shouldered.

"Did we get it?" John asked. "Is it dead?"

Alex kicked the creature. No response.

"They never are." He replied. "Let's get the hell outta here."

Leah chuckled and corrected herself.
"I meant, 'what should we do first?' actually. Mea culpa."

She picked up her rifle and started checking it.
"I've got twelve bullets left*. It's not much, but it's enough to get to one place or the other. Hopefully, we'll find ammunition there, or I'm down to my steel." She indicated her survival knife.

*OOC: ...Yeah, I happen to be a crazy fan of hard-mode survival horror. :D As they say: guns are a luxury, not a necessity. I think it's kind of odd that a fireman would have over five magazines...

Leah chuckled and corrected herself.
"I meant, 'what should we do first?' actually. Mea culpa."

She picked up her rifle and started checking it.
"I've got twelve bullets left*. It's not much, but it's enough to get to one place or the other. Hopefully, we'll find ammunition there, or I'm down to my steel." She indicated her survival knife.

*OOC: ...Yeah, I happen to be a crazy fan of hard-mode survival horror. :D As they say: guns are a luxury, not a necessity. I think it's kind of odd that a fireman would have over five magazines...

{OOC: Perhaps I should have said this, but the twelve Policemen that were with them had brought all the guns and ammunition they could hold, so they gave the extra to the other survivors they met.)

{OOC: Perhaps I should have said this, but the twelve Policemen that were with them had brought all the guns and ammunition they could hold, so they gave the extra to the other survivors they met.)

OOC: Don't clutter the thread with OOC. And, yeah, you should have said that...

IC:

"Is there a gun store near hear, or anything? Most everything'll probably be looted by now, but there may be some .223 or spare firearms left. Maybe even food supplies. Anything could be useful." Leah shrugged. "The point is, we need to make a bit of a plan, or we're all gonna die in this town." She looked around the dingy building. "We were lucky as it was, finding this place. We have no idea how long its going to last. If we're going to be camped out here for long, we need to have not one or two, but many emergency exits that aren't accessible by the monsters..."

"Yes, but we'll need someone guarding all the entry ways that they can get in." Xavier looked to the door he had entered the house in. "We should take down that sign up front, there's no telling how long it'll take the undead to find this way in, and if any un lucky bastards come here and see the sign up front, then they'll be trapped in the alleyway."

"Yes, but we'll need someone guarding all the entry ways that they can get in." Xavier looked to the door he had entered the house in. "We should take down that sign up front, there's no telling how long it'll take the undead to find this way in, and if any un lucky bastards come here and see the sign up front, then they'll be trapped in the alleyway."

OOC: What sign?

{OOC: The one outside that tells people to go in the back and someone will open the door for them?}

Andromiki (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12505999&postcount=59) had been locked in a hotel bathroom and finally escaped when the zombies in the adjacent room left. Rushing down the street viewing the extent of the outbreak she heard gunshots in the distance and headed in that direction, expecting humans.

(OOC: Someone meet her, she is unarmed)

OOC: I'm confused... What happened after Candistan's guy helped mine?

OOC: Seriously what the hell is happening?

{OOC: The one outside that tells people to go in the back and someone will open the door for them?}

OOC: Seriously what the hell is happening?

OOC: Well, Manfried passed out, and we had to hole up in an abandoned building. We didn't make it to Grant's hideout. We're going to head there as soon as Toc and Candistan are back, probably.

"I'm tired..." Melissa began with a yawn. "But we can't stay here...or anywhere for too long. Especially in large groups. They'll find us...they always do. We should keep moving and get to somewhere safer. Maybe who ever fired that flare is in a place like that?"

OOC: Well, Manfried passed out, and we had to hole up in an abandoned building. We didn't make it to Grant's hideout. We're going to head there as soon as Toc and Candistan are back, probably.


OOC: Oh... so my guy is still staring down the dog?

Grant wondered if anyone was going to come. He had been waiting for the past twenty minutes. Debating to go outside, he finally decided that it would not hurt to check what was happening behind the door. Running to the gun section, Grant collected Jackson's shotgun and grabbed a bunch of shells. Loading shells into the shotgun, Grant made his way over back to the back entrance. Before he went out he made a red bandana. Putting it on, he sighed with fear.

"I guess it's now or never."

Holding the shotgun in one hand and the keys in the other, Grant unlocked the door. His foot kicked the door open. The shotgun scanned the area. There was nothing outside, but he noticed that he was almost night time. Seeing a undead come toward him, Grant fired the shotgun. The undead fell down to the ground. Blood oozed out of multiple gun wounds.

He sneaked around the corner and saw a man about to be attacked by a undead dog. Grant pulled the trigger and pumped the shotgun. He fired two more rounds into the dog. Blood splattered all over his face. Grant looked toward the man.

"Come with me NOW!"

Grant knew that the undead would be attracted to the sound. He turned his back and ran toward the door. Grant did not look back to see if the man followed until he made it to the door.

"Come on! Come quickly."

His shotgun scanned the area ready for any undead.

OOC: Directed toward Hetwan.

OOC: Works for me. :)

"Right behind you." Chris said.

Sure enough, some far-off sounds of zombies driffted through the air.
Not far enough for Chris though...

Chris ran into the building just as the shotgun man was looking around.

"Nice place." he said.

Hearing more gunshots Andromiki sped up, undead littered the streets and blood stained the whole area.

(OOC: Canadstein, do you mind if I come along?)

Leah nodded. "Yeah, we should find our flare man. But first, we need to make a stretcher, for Manfried. A small table or something would work, I think..." She glanced around, looking for an appropriate surface...

Grant quickly closed the door and locked it. He could hear the undead now pounding on the door. Backing up, Grant lead the unknown survivor to the main area.

"Yeah I know. We made it into a fortress. We set up a good shelter that has last since day one of the undead attacks. As long as you stay here you will follow my rules and orders. Also I'm Grant Whitman. And who would you be?"

Grant put down the shotgun and put out his hand.

"Chris, Chris Malon." Chris said as he shook Grant's hand.

Chris silently wondered about the "we" in Grant's sentence. Before he could ask that though, he noticed someone running towards the house/fortress/whatever. It wasn't a zombie because well...

As far as I know zombies don't run.

"Hey there may be someone else out there."

"Hey, Leah. I have a question. Now, the undead i've faced aren't too strong. What if we made some kind of massive metal tank-like object and drove around in it. Now I understand if we're surrounded by a horde of them we don't have a chance, but if it's just a score or two I think it could work."

((OOC: Okay my guy is mostly gonna be comic relief (mainly in the narration) but he will help out! Lets just say Ghost tiger and his gang hear him shouting like a maniac, and then tell him to shut up and get inside wherever they are. Right then... better hurry up got to go too bed soon. You have my permission to have him walk inside and introduce himself to everyone keep it simple though! ;) ))

IC: Bob Boborshky had fallen asleep at the job, again, at least he didn't have a boss since he owned and ran his carpentry business. Bob suddenly awoke and thought he heard screaming, it was probably just in his head, he put his utility belt on and put his brand new FUBAR (http://www.amazon.com/Stanley-55-099-FatMax-Functional-Utility/dp/B000FCGS0Y/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/103-9202998-1115811?ie=UTF8&s=hi&qid=1175735192&sr=8-1) he had just bought. He began to hammer some nails into a thick 2x4 board, when he heard more screams, he put his carpentry tools into several of the pouches on his utility belt (OOC: not like the batman one) and he wouldn't believe what he would see next.

OOC: I'll reply again tomorrow!

"Hey, Leah. I have a question. Now, the undead i've faced aren't too strong. What if we made some kind of massive metal tank-like object and drove around in it. Now I understand if we're surrounded by a horde of them we don't have a chance, but if it's just a score or two I think it could work."

Leah sighed, and gave a tired smile. "Yeah, it would work. All we need is a large vehicle, with plenty of torque and fuel. Then, we need sheet metal. Then we need a welder, plus electricity to operate it, plus flux for it. We also need a way to protect the tires. On top of that, we need expertise in welding, which none of us have, and the ability to actually drive something big like a bus, which I, for one, have never done. On top of that, if we DO run into a large crowd, we are royally fucked. I don't think it can really be done..."

Leah sighed, and gave a tired smile. "Yeah, it would work. All we need is a large vehicle, with plenty of torque and fuel. Then, we need sheet metal. Then we need a welder, plus electricity to operate it, plus flux for it. We also need a way to protect the tires. On top of that, we need expertise in welding, which none of us have, and the ability to actually drive something big like a bus, which I, for one, have never done. On top of that, if we DO run into a large crowd, we are royally fucked. I don't think it can really be done..."

"Well, we could go back to the firestation and get those big fuckers. Why would we need electricty? And how are we so sure Fred isn't good at welding? I've never asked what he did for the fire department. The fire fighters have probably ridden something big like their fire trucks. But, either way. The running into a large crowd would be a true problem, especially since probably only a hundred or so people are left alive." Xavier retorded.

"Well, we could go back to the firestation and get those big fuckers. Why would we need electricty? And how are we so sure Fred isn't good at welding? I've never asked what he did for the fire department. The fire fighters have probably ridden something big like their fire trucks. But, either way. The running into a large crowd would be a true problem, especially since probably only a hundred or so people are left alive." Xavier retorded.

Leah cleared her throat. "We need electricity to power a welder. I'm assuming Fred cannot weld, because he learned how to fight fires instead of taking welding as a vocation. There's no reason for a firefighter to know how to weld."
Leah paused, then lifted her gaze, looking darkly into Xavier's eyes.
"And I'm not concerned about the hundred or so people that are left alive. I'm concerned about the ten thousand or so people that are dead and roaming the streets."

OOC: Grant is in a Wal-Mart type store.

Grant shook his head.

"Chris that door has about twenty undead or zombies, whatever you want to call them, out there. If we opened that door, they would pour in and this place would go to hell. So I suggest we try to relax and enjoy ourselves. Also try to get yourself familiar with this place. We will meet back here in twenty to thirty minutes."

Grant picked up the shotgun and went to the gun section. Putting the shotgun back, he locked up all the gun cases. He was glad that another person was with him, but he could not trust Chris yet. Going to the roof, Grant removed the sign, he did not want anymore visitors. While walking down the stairs Grant made sure that his pistol had ammo, just in case.

Leah cleared her throat. "We need electricity to power a welder. I'm assuming Fred cannot weld, because he learned how to fight fires instead of taking welding as a vocation. There's no reason for a firefighter to know how to weld."
Leah paused, then lifted her gaze, looking darkly into Xavier's eyes.
"And I'm not concerned about the hundred or so people that are left alive. I'm concerned about the ten thousand or so people that are dead and roaming the streets."

Xavier laughed at her ignorance, atleast in this subject, "You don't understand the human capacity to survive do you?" He laughed again, "You've never seen what a man will do to survive. Especially looking at some of the people here who survived. Some of them are out of shape, some of them aren't the best fighters, but still they survived." He sat down remembering Afghanistan, his brothers he had lost fighting with. The massively toll of death rought. They had picked the perfect time to attack, the clouds were everywhere, they didn't have enough bombs to kill them all, it was up to the tanks and infantry. So many died, and yet... so many miracurasly lived.

Reaching the store Andromiki saw the massing undead crowd and ran around the back, entering through a small window.

Leah laughed right back at his machismo.

"Nice speech, soldier boy. Now, back to the matter at hand, how about we think of something practical, instead of a tank that requires materials and expertise that we don't have on hand, mmm-kay? Mmm-kay. We don't have time for you to freak out, and we don't have time for you to hearken back to your days as a tanker or whatever the hell you were." She popped her neck, and looked severely at the rest of the men, giving a softer glance towards Melissa. "Now, back to reality, what the hell are we going to do?"

Reaching the store Andromiki repeatedly knocked on the double doors expecting someone to acknowledge her presence.

OOC: First those doors are crawling with zombies. Second it is only a single door.

Leah laughed right back at his machismo.

"Nice speech, soldier boy. Now, back to the matter at hand, how about we think of something practical, instead of a tank that requires materials and expertise that we don't have on hand, mmm-kay? Mmm-kay. We don't have time for you to freak out, and we don't have time for you to hearken back to your days as a tanker or whatever the hell you were." She popped her neck, and looked severely at the rest of the men, giving a softer glance towards Melissa. "Now, back to reality, what the hell are we going to do?"

{OOC: How the hell would you know he's a soldier? By your character's deduction he's a 'boy' and 'boys' can't join the army.}

"I don't honestly know what you're going to do, but i'm standing by commander until he dies." Xavier stated, looking around for Manfried.

OOC: Well, everyone seemed to skip my last post so I'll do it again.

IC: Manfreid walked in the room clutching his side. "Am I late for a party?"

OOC: First those doors are crawling with zombies. Second it is only a single door.
OOC: Woops, re-writ it.

OOC: Well, everyone seemed to skip my last post so I'll do it again.

IC: Manfreid walked in the room clutching his side. "Am I late for a party?"

"Sir!" Xavier squelled with excitement. "While you were out i've found two more survivors. They both got guns, sir. What are we guna do now?"

OOC: Warning: Edited

"Alright..." Chris understood Grant's logic, but it just didn't ring true in Chris's mind.

As Grant went to the gun section of the store, Chris went to the cloths department to get some new threads.

Fear-sweat smells, and Chris had a lot of that in the alleyways.

"Sweet, I didn't know they had these anymore." said Chris as he put on an old pinstripe suit. Chris put on the hat and looked at himself in the mirror.

"Awesome."

Bang-Bang-Bang

"What the?"

Bang-Bang-Bang

Chris walked to the window and saw a girl pounding away at the one of the windows, some zombies were not far behind.

"Ah Hell." Chris remember Grant's words to the dot.

"Chris that door has about twenty undead or zombies, whatever you want to call them, out there. If we opened that door, they would pour in and this place would go to hell. So I suggest we try to relax and enjoy ourselves. Also try to get yourself familiar with this place. We will meet back here in twenty to thirty minutes."

Chris began to think, not his specialty.

Alright, Alright...
…um...
...no doors...
...windows?...yeah...


Chris looked around and saw a discarded hat rack.

Ya think…maybe...

Chris grabbed the rack and held it out of a busted up window on the stairs to the ground floor.

"Hey! Grab on!" he said to the women.

Manfreid Sighed. "I would like some Morphine."

Manfreid Sighed. "I would like some Morphine."

"They must have some pain-killers around here." Xavier sent the two firemen to search for some. They came back several moments later with a large amount of Tylenol. "Here, take this." Xavier handed Tylenol to Manfried. "Morphine is addictive. Now I know Tylenol dosn't have the same kick, but it's all we got."

{OOC: How the hell would you know he's a soldier? By your character's deduction he's a 'boy' and 'boys' can't join the army.}
OOC: She never said indicated he was in the army. She's using it as a derogatory term because she thinks he's acting like a kid playing soldier (e.g., pretending to be all tough, then freaking out when the heat is on, and calling Manfried "commander" all the time, being all macho, etc.)
"I don't honestly know what you're going to do, but i'm standing by commander until he dies." Xavier stated, looking around for Manfried.

Leah lost patience. She strode forward, dragged him to his feet by the collar, and, barely an inch away from his face, growled "Look, we don't time for this shit. If you want to stick with your commander, then you fucking find a way to transport his incapacitated arse, instead of whine and complain about how the 'gurlies' are idiots, and that we don't understand about honor, or whatever else you want to bitch about. Verständlich?" She let go of his collar and took a step back, still glaring at him.

OOC: verständlich is a rough translation of "understand"

EDITOOC: Dammit! I hate it when there are about eighty stubby posts while I'm writing one. Just say this little statement happened before Manfried woke up.

Andromiki grabbed on and climbed in, her foot brisked out of a zombies hand as she pulled herself in with the aid of the mystery man who was helping her.

After hitting the ground and laying up she said "That... was close, thank you".

OOC: She never said indicated he was in the army. She's using it as a derogatory term because she thinks he's acting like a kid playing soldier (e.g., pretending to be all tough, then freaking out when the heat is on, and calling Manfried "commander" all the time, being all macho, etc.)

When did he freak out when the heat is on? Lol.

Leah lost patience. She strode forward, dragged him to his feet by the collar, and, barely an inch away from his face, growled "Look, we don't time for this shit. If you want to stick with your commander, then you fucking find a way to transport his incapacitated arse, instead of whine and complain about how the 'gurlies' are idiots, and that we don't understand about honor, or whatever else you want to bitch about. Verständlich?" She let go of his collar and took a step back, still glaring at him.


OOC: verständlich is a rough translation of "understand"


{OOC: Kind of odd grabbing me by the collar when i'm talking to Manfried, but since you were writting your post when I was repling to him it makes sence. And I doubt she could make a 210lb man drop to his knees by holding onto his collar? But then... hell have no wrath like a woman's fury...}

Xavier was caught of gaurd by the pissed of female and was brought to his knees. More of his attention was to Manfried entering the room, consiuce. He waved her away while he went to his commander's side. Both of the firemen by him.

Melissa shook her head in disbelief at Xavier's idiocy. Why the hell would he want some big vehicle, anyway? The bigger it was, the more noise it would make. And the more noise it made, the more of the undead it would attract. "Typical man..." she thought to her self.

Meanwhile, outside...

As night set in and the silence of the town deepened, the quaint peace was shattered as the roar of bikes could be heard. A local biker gang, known for both it's violence and thievery had somehow heard of the towns condition. And as Chesterson was the home of many shops, they decided not to pass up the chance to loot the hell out of the place. Worse yet, they had picked up a variety of fully automatic weapons from an abandoned national guard outpost near the town limits, and they were now packing some serious heat.

Dozens of bikes sped down the streets. Their drivers laughed and yelled like lunatics as they began to circle around the streets, mowing down the undead like grass in a hail of bullets...

Melissa shook her head in disbelief at Xavier's idiocy. Why the hell would he want some big vehicle, anyway? The bigger it was, the more noise it would make. And the more noise it made, the more of the undead it would attract. "Typical man..." she thought to her self.

Meanwhile, outside...

As night set in and the silence of the town deepened, the quaint peace was shattered as the roar of bikes could be heard. A local biker gang, known for both it's violence and thievery had somehow heard of the towns condition. And as Chesterson was the home of many shops, they decided not to pass up the chance to loot the hell out of the place. Worse yet, they had picked up a variety of fully automatic weapons from an abandoned national guard outpost near the town limits, and they were now packing some serious heat.

Dozens of bikes sped down the streets. Their drivers laughed and yelled like lunatics as they began to circle around the streets, mowing down the undead like grass in a hail of bullets...

{OOC: Wouldn't that be a plus for us? Eventually the undead would cut them down, but it sounds like they'd whipe out a large amount of them...}

Xavier turned to the noise outside. "What the fuck is that noise?"

((OOC: Um...no. They are theives and bad guys. They'll kill us and the zombies too...>.<))

{OOC: But we're not in a shop, so if we wait it out here and try not to go into any stores we should get all the bonuses and no minuses?}

{OOC: Kind of odd grabbing me by the collar when i'm talking to Manfried, but since you were writting your post when I was repling to him it makes sence. And I doubt she could make a 210lb man drop to his knees by holding onto his collar? But then... hell have no wrath like a woman's fury...}
OOC: Look at the edit, man.

IC:

Upon hearing the waves of automatic gunfire, Leah crouched down, pulling down Melissa and one of the firemen by their shoulders as she went.

"Who the fuck is that? The Army?" she shouted over the din.

{OOC: Wouldn't that be a plus for us? Eventually the undead would cut them down, but it sounds like they'd whipe out a large amount of them...}

Xavier turned to the noise outside. "What the fuck is that noise?"

((OOC: Um...no. They are theives and bad guys. They'll kill us and the zombies too...>.<))

"Motorcycles..." said Manfreid. He removed his SCAR-LCQC and walked upstairs. The bikers were flying down the streets shooting at everything, even the building they occupied. Manfreid aimed and shot out one of the bikers tires, making him flip out into a bunch of zombies. "Bastard..." said Manfreid as he crawled back away from the edge.

"Motorcycles..." said Manfreid. He removed his SCAR-LCQC and walked upstairs. The bikers were flying down the streets shooting at everything, even the building they occupied. Manfreid aimed and shot out one of the bikers tires, making him flip out into a bunch of zombies. "Bastard..." said Manfreid as he crawled back away from the edge.

"So..." Xavier said sceptically. "What are we guna do now, sir? I've got about three clips left, and the other guys don't have that many to begin with." He pointed to the two firemen. "But we have hope seven or so policement survived this hell."

Leah looked at Manfried furiously from her prone position on the floor.
"What the hell are you thinking?! Are you fucking trying to get us killed, drawing attention like that? If they come in here and we have to run because of that stunt, I'm not dragging your ass with me!"

OOC: This is a Wal-Mart like store right? That means that they have a few guns. Probably some 30-30's and some assorted shotguns. Maybe even some .22's for the women.

IC: "Look for more guns, and make molotovs. Let's light these assholes up." Said Manfreid.

{OOC: But we're not in a shop, so if we wait it out here and try not to go into any stores we should get all the bonuses and no minuses?}

((OOC: It's a freakin' plot device. Just go with the flow.))

Melissa scooted close to Leah, scared for her life as the sounds of machine gun fire intensified outside. As soon as Manfreid came back downstairs, she shot him a nasty glare.

Meanwhile, Manfreid's mistake was about to be made apparent as several bikers had seen where the shot had come from. They drove down the alleyways, filling every door and every window with bullets with the clean-cut objective of killing who ever had been stupid enough to kill one of their buddies.