NationStates Jolt Archive

"Get down!" Xavier yelled to the group, he tackled the two fire fighters to the ground, which had saved their lives. He looked for Manfried, he prayed that his commander hadn't been shot. "Manfried?"

"We have the advantage." said Manfreid. "Now make those cocktails and throw them in the street." He walked over to a table and removed some grenades from his belt. He walked over to a rack and picked up a large jar and a box of nails and screws. He dumped some nails in the jar, put in a grenade, then tied a string onto the detonator. After that he filled the jar up to the brim with more nails and screws. "Watch this..." he said as he walked to a window. When a few bikers came by, he pulled the string and hurled it at the street in front of them. It exploded, sending nails and screws fling all over the area.

"Jesus Chris. That woman is now your problem. If she causes any trouble, it will be your problem. Tomorrow morning both of you are out of here. You can take any supplies, except the guns."

Grant found Chris, as he was looking for him. Hearing the roar of the motorcycles, Grant ran to the security room. Quickly he turned off the lights inside the store. Getting over the intercom, he told his message.

"It seems a motorcycle gang is coming through the town. I have turned off the lights, so use flashlights, but do not point them toward the doors. I want both of you to help reinforce the barricade at the front door."

Grant went over and grabbed his Winchester Model 70. The Winchester slung over his shoulder as he ran to the front door.

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.
OOC: How sexist. Especially considering my "gurlie" is using a full-size .223 rifle. And especially considering that that's you saying that, not your understandably insecure/macho character. :rolleyes:

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

Leah stood next to Manfried and spoke up: "I have a good idea: let's not draw attention from the guys with the fully automatic weapons and the will to use them. Instead of some heroic last stand, let's not get killed."

Shaking her head, she crept back and settled next to Melissa. "Look, if they try to make a fight of this, we're gonna go right out that back door and run like hell, understand? If we have a gun battle with these guys, we won't survive, so we have to leave if Manfried is stubborn. Okay?"

OOC: How sexist. Especially considering my "gurlie" is using a full-size .223 rifle. And especially considering that that's you saying that, not your understandably insecure/macho character. :rolleyes:

OOC: I meant Melissa since she hasn't really had a gun in the RP before (or at least I haven't seen her have one.)

"We have the advantage." said Manfreid. "Now make those cocktails and throw them in the street." He walked over to a table and removed some grenades from his belt. He walked over to a rack and picked up a large jar and a box of nails and screws. He dumped some nails in the jar, put in a grenade, then tied a string onto the detonator. After that he filled the jar up to the brim with more nails and screws. "Watch this..." he said as he walked to a window. When a few bikers came by, he pulled the string and hurled it at the street in front of them. It exploded, sending nails and screws fling all over the area.

{OOC: We're not in the Wal-Mart... Though, those things could be found in a regular home.}

"Fred, Kyle. You heard the man. Kyle, bring me some shirts and clothes, make sure they're not thick. Get A-Shirts and T-Shirts. Fred, get me some liqour, make sure it's in a damned glass bottle!" Kyle brought back just enough shirts, but Fred found a whole storage of liqour, a hundred bottles of Hienikin and such. They began making Molotovs, atleast Kyle and Fred did, Xavier was covering them. "Sir, we got eighteen done, and can have a hundred at maxium, sir!" Xavier yelled over the sound of explosion... he was fighting living men again, just like in Afghanistan, and he loved it.

"Good. The more we can kill now, the less we deal with out there when we are on equal turf." said Manfreid as he fired a few bullets at the passing bikers. He didn't see if the frag had worked or not.

Xavier didn't waist any rounds, but he tossed three molotovs at the bikers, two them landed on top of the bikers, the result was a crisp human being. "Hey, maybe we can capture one of them!" Xavier asked Manfried.

{OOC: Toc, could we capture one or two?}

After the message over the intercom, Andromiki began reinforcing the entrance she had just come through.

"Are you the last ones left" she said to the enigma that had just saved her.

"Capture one of the bikers?" he asked. "No. Take no prisoners. These men will do nothing but trouble if they are left alive."

Melissa just nodded, still in absolute awe at the stupidity of the men around her. If they had just stayed put and kept quiet, the bikers outside probably wouldn't have even noticed them, she concluded. But no, this had to turn into some huge ego-trip for them. She would be glad to be away from them, if anything.

Meanwhile

The improvised explosives just had the effect of causing the fatality of two bikers and the flat tire of another. Now even more pissed, and this time know exactly where their opposition was, they drove by again, this time throwing tear gas canister, also looted from the Guard outpost into the shattered windows in an attempt to make their would-be enemies expose them selves.

((OOC: Yeah...I suppose. Just let me say who you capture...))

OOC: I GTG for the greater part of tonight.

Melissa just nodded, still in absolute awe at the stupidity of the men around her. If they had just stayed put and kept quiet, the bikers outside probably wouldn't have even noticed them, she concluded. But no, this had to turn into some huge ego-trip for them. She would be glad to be away from them, if anything.

Meanwhile

The improvised explosives just had the effect of causing the fatality of two bikers and the flat tire of another. Now even more pissed, and this time know exactly where their opposition was, they drove by again, this time throwing tear gas canister, also looted from the Guard outpost into the shattered windows in an attempt to make their would-be enemies expose them selves.

((OOC: Yeah...I suppose. Just let me say who you capture...))

Xavier saw the tear canister blop into the room, it had landed right next to him. Xavier picked up the tear canister and tossed it at the men, it began opening into Xavier's eyes just before he realised it from his hand. "Sir!" He yelled to Manfried, "I got the tear gas in my eye!" He groped his eye wanting to expell the pain.

OOC: Damn it, the other guy I'm with is never on...

OOC: Damn it, the other guy I'm with is never on...

((OOC: Dump him :D))


Xavier saw the tear canister blop into the room, it had landed right next to him. Xavier picked up the tear canister and tossed it at the men, it began opening into Xavier's eyes just before he realised it from his hand. "Sir!" He yelled to Manfried, "I got the tear gas in my eye!" He groped his eye wanting to expell the pain.

((OOC: Part of me wants to call bullshit on that. How can he mantain grip of the canister when he just got it in his eyes, especially when natural instinct would make him want to drop it and grasp his face.))

"Fine." Chris said.

Touchy aren't we? he thought.

"Easy come, Easy go..." he sighed. "I haven’t been having too much luck lately..."

"So..." Chris said to the women. "What's your name and are you single?"

Chris leaned against a wall and did his best smile.

((OOC: Dump him :D))

((OOC: Part of me wants to call bullshit on that. How can he mantain grip of the canister when he just got it in his eyes, especially when natural instinct would make him want to drop it and grasp his face.))

{OOC: It began spraying it AS he was throwing it out side. So by the time he go into his eyes he already tossed it out of his hands... about a foot... but still out of his hands.}

Melissa just nodded, still in absolute awe at the stupidity of the men around her. If they had just stayed put and kept quiet, the bikers outside probably wouldn't have even noticed them, she concluded. But no, this had to turn into some huge ego-trip for them. She would be glad to be away from them, if anything.

Leah closed her eyes. She realised that this was the single most terrifying incident of her life. The bikers were everywhere, spraying bullets. She teared up a bit... she was so unbelievably mad that the idiots around her had signed her death warrant so carelessly.

Leah put an arm around Melissa, and whispered, "It's okay to be scared. I'm terrified. I just want to curl into a ball and shake and wish this was all gone, but I can't. And neither can you. This is going to be rough, but I swear I'll get you through this." She looked around, realising that every moment that passed decreased their chances of survival.

With a heave, Leah lurched to her feet, half-dragging Melissa with her, and headed for the back door. She turned to Melissa. "Ready?"

OOC: Hopely, he doesn't get on then.

John saw that the coast was clear. He opened the door and sprinted silently for some time.
He suddenly came to a dead stop. The road split off into two sections and both were filled with hundreds of undeads creeping around.

"Errr.... Should have brought my hummer"

Melissa gave a small nod, covering her mouth and nose with her coat as best she could to block out the tear gas that was wafting in from the outside. She looked back to Xavier and Manfreid one last time, and shook her head. If they wanted to die here...that was their choice. But they didn't have the right to take other innocent people with them. She then looked back at Leah, the one competent person she had met during this nightmare.

"Yeah...let's get out of here.

Outside(again)

Meanwhile, the bikers were preparing to end this. Several dismounted from their bikes and began to prop their rifles up on the windows without exposing themselves and firing into the now compromised hideout, while three more were preparing to burst through the front door.

"Fine." Chris said.

Touchy aren't we? he thought.

"Easy come, Easy go..." he sighed. "I haven’t been having too much luck lately..."

"So..." Chris said to the women. "What's your name and are you single?"

Chris leaned against a wall and did his best smile.
Amazed by his abruptness and after witnessing Grant's draconian statement she replied in her Cockney accent with "Andromiki and yes.. but who are you lot and why is he so harsh?".

"Andromiki?" Chris tested the name. "Nice name, Mine's Chris, Chris Malon."

"As for him well, there may be a reason to why he's angry, but personally I think he's an asshole."

Yes! She's single! Chris thought happily. My luck's changing!

Melissa gave a small nod, covering her mouth and nose with her coat as best she could to block out the tear gas that was wafting in from the outside. She looked back to Xavier and Manfreid one last time, and shook her head. If they wanted to die here...that was their choice. But they didn't have the right to take other innocent people with them. She then looked back at Leah, the one competent person she had met during this nightmare.

"Yeah...let's get out of here."

Leah nodded and slowly slid open the door. There was one man in the alleyway, who was focused mainly on the windows, firing shots wildly. Quietly and carefully, Leah pointed her rifle at the man's head, braced herself, and inserted the end of her rifle's barrel into the neck of one of the discarded water bottles. Praying, she lined up her shot, and fired.

The water bottle muffled the shot, and the man dropped with a thud.

Suddenly, Leah slung her rifle, grabbed Melissa's hand, burst through the doorway, and sprinted down the alley. She took the first left down another alley and kept running, keeping her grip on Melissa's hand firm, determined not to leave her behind.

{OOC: Before you two continue I need to ask a seroius question. Aliquantus, are you really a woman? Or are you just playing one?}

{OOC: Before you two continue I need to ask a seroius question. Aliquantus, are you really a woman? Or are you just playing one?}


Hey I'm just flirting in character, don't know what vibes your getting... :cool:

((OOC: Uh...what does that have to do with anything??))

Luckily, the group in the building had made such a spectacle of them selves that the two girls weren't noticed by the biker gang. Any noise they made would have been drowned out by the automatic fire in any case.

"So uh...any idea where we're going?" Melissa asked, gripping the other womans hand as firmly as she could.

OOC: Uh...what does that have to do with anything??

OOC: Nothing at all.:D

{OOC: Before you two continue I need to ask a seroius question. Aliquantus, are you really a woman? Or are you just playing one?}
(OOC: Am one, playing one. Although I am playing a strange one.)

Andromiki turned her attention to the gunfire, too scared to venture into the store room because of it she asked "What is happening now?”.

{OOC: Well, then. Continue. Because I broke up a similiar action in the older Zombie RP, due to the woman being an actual male. Oh... sooooo... nasty...}

((OOC: Uh...what does that have to do with anything??))

Luckily, the group in the building had made such a spectacle of them selves that the two girls weren't noticed by the biker gang. Any noise they made would have been drowned out by the automatic fire in any case.

"So uh...any idea where we're going?" Melissa asked, gripping the other womans hand as firmly as she could.

After a number of blocks, Leah slowed her pace to a fast walk, and slowly loosened her grip on Melissa's hand.

"Beyond, 'as far away, as fast as possible', no, I didn't think that far ahead." Leah shook her head. She had to take a deep breath between each syllable. "D'you have any ideas? 'Cause I really don't..."

Chris actually laughed at her question.

"I have no idea." He said as he hefted another board onto the door. "Probably some people went crazy, found guns, and well... you can see where it goes from there."

Chris shook his head "The only thing keeping me sane is my sense of humor. Can't laugh if you're dead."

{OOC: Well, then. Continue. Because I broke up a similiar action in the older Zombie RP, due to the woman being an actual male. Oh... sooooo... nasty...}


OOC: okay... :( I see what you mean. Good thing I lucked out. :D

After a number of blocks, Leah slowed her pace to a fast walk, and slowly loosened her grip on Melissa's hand.

"Beyond, 'as far away, as fast as possible', no, I didn't think that far ahead." Leah shook her head. She had to take a deep breath between each syllable. "D'you have any ideas? 'Cause I really don't..."

Melissa looked around. She gathered they were in the rather dingy part of town from the looks of things. She noted an apartment building. The lights were out in all of the windows. The lowest fire escapes ladder was broken off, but they could reach it with a little maneuvering of some near by trash cans.

"There." She said, pointing out the apartment. "Maybe we can find a room there, safe enough to hole up until dawn."

Melissa looked around. She gathered they were in the rather dingy part of town from the looks of things. She noted an apartment building. The lights were out in all of the windows. The lowest fire escapes ladder was broken off, but they could reach it with a little maneuvering of some near by trash cans.

"There." She said, pointing out the apartment. "Maybe we can find a room there, safe enough to hole up until dawn."

OOC: Last post of the night.
IC:
"Right. I'll go up first, make sure its safe. You keep a lookout."
Leah stacked some of the cans, jumped up, and grabbed the lowest rung of the fire escape, nearly slipping and cracking her head in the process. With a bit of a struggle, she managed to get a chin-up, then dragged herself up on the lowest platform. She opened the nearby 2nd floor window, and peeked inside.

It looked safe, and, more importantly, it smelled safe: she didn't smell rotting meat in the apartment. With a brief smile, she turned back, and held her hand out to help Melissa up.

"It looks all clear. C'mon up!"

OOC: Just take control of Leah to get her into the apartment and whatever else you need to do. Be back tomorrow. :)

((OOC: k. After this, I'll be playing NPCs (i.e., the bikers) for the rest of the night.))

Melissa, with alot of help from Leah managed to make it up the fire escape. Melissa guessed that the process would be too complicated for any of the rather ungraceful zombies to copy, but made a point of pulling up the fire escape ladder none the less. The two spent another few minutes fortifying their new position, which mainly consisted of pushing a couch in the apartment up against the door to give anyone, living or dead a hard time opening it.

With that, they were safe. For the moment anyhow.

"Fuck!"
Brendan really needed to get into shape. He had fallen behind every person he tried to save.
Seeing how he wasn't having much luck being the hero, Brendan decided just to settle down and wait it out. The wall mart store had taken down its sign but Brendan knew its location so he started to move towards it. As he started to walk he heard the sound of motorcycles and what seemed to be a full-fledged gunfight. He didn't want to get involved and ran to the nearest house. Once in the house he began to have convulsions. He started flailing wildly and eventually hit the ground hard. Brendan lost control of all motor functions. Unable to do anything, Brendan began to go over the events in his life. For some reason he did not believe he was in danger from the infected and thus did not panic.


ooc: I know i can't post alot. I have a very weird schedule this week. So when i don't post for a long time just assume Brendan having one of these episodes. If your with him at the time just leave him to die. Ok?

John took off and Alex is on the road again in his military humvee. He thought about going to look for him but decided against it. If he wants to go off by himself, fine. He can suit himself, He thought. Before leaving the mall, he ransacked several food stores. He now had enough MREs, canned food, and water to last him at least a month or two. The vehicle had already been stocked with more than enough of guns and ammunition so he didn't need to worry about that.

What was important now was getting the fuck out of this town. He thought about trying to drive out, but all the undeads, street debris, and rough terrain surrounding the city for miles screwed that option. He needed an aircraft.

Although hardly experienced, Alex had been trained to fly helicopters and small airplanes so he figured he could handle whatever kind he found. He decided to head back to the Guard outpost to see if any aircraft were left...

OOC: I don't think the bikers are attacking the store our characters are in, Aliquantus.

Grant stood in the shadows and listened to their conversation. He had be on guard now, because this people were not friends, but not enemies at the same time. Coming from the shadows he appeared behind them.

"I'm not an asshole. Just a lot has happened in the last a couple of days. We were just trying to survive, but then things went to hell. I just want to survive."

Grant did not wait for a response, then reinforced the barricade.

OOC: Wow, this is so confusing....

((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!

Bob walked towards the entrance of his store, and had his board with a few nails in it by his side, when he got to the door he saw, a limp body and a pale man eating it! he opened the door and asked the man, "what the hell do you think you're doing? Are you alright mister?", the man stood up, and turned to look at him, his eyes were white, and soul less, locked onto bob with a cnfident stare, and then it said "Brrrnhr, uhhh, MOAAAAN!!!" "You gotta be kidding me." Bob then bashed the thing in the head with his board with nails in it.

Bob beat the thing in the head on instinct, he didn't want it to eat him, and he didn't want anyone else to eat him... unless specified. The nails penetrated the thing's skull, and it fell limply to the ground, the adrenaline pumped through bobs veins, his instinct driving him, and he noticed more pale creature, monster, mutant, people, ...things. He ran at them screaming like a madman, when he realized his board with nails in it broke, he discarded it and pulled his fubar out and swung it at the zombies head with the hammer side of his ingenious device that was like a crowbar on steroids, and broke the things neck and its head was still writhing, that blow would have killed a normal human. what are these things? thought bob. Bob stomped his foot on the still-moving head of the zombie, and Flipped his Fubar around and swung it over his head, and struck the other Zombie on the top of its head, his Fubar successfully penetrated the zombies head, and, it just like the previous two he had killed ceased to function falling to the ground, like those ragdolls in the videogames with kickass physics engines. Bob let out a bone wrenching yell of rage, drawing even more zombies attention to him. Unbeknownst to him he was nearing an intersection in town near a store that had been ransacked by a scotsman with a giant mine, a large axe, and axes he could throw at people, with a shotgun. No I the Narrator, am not god, I just happen to know everything for some reason... unless specified.

(OOC: I liked Gyrjin's, whatever his name is, character, With my Slightly Deranged Carpenter... with a fubar and skills at reinforcing doors with wood... and stuff, and his extremely large muscley scotsman with a giant axe and mine, we could be nearly unstoppable! He can knock my dude out and can carry him somewhere safe, just bring the fubar with his unconsious body.)

((OOC: The bikers aren't attacking the store your characters are in, right now. They are attacking an abandoned building that also has characters holed up in it.))

Melissa settled into her new sanctuary, getting as comfortable as she could with gunshots still ringing through out the city. She wondered if the others were dead yet. They sure seemed hell-bent on it when the two had left them.

"So..." Melissa spoke softly, her voice barely audible over the gunfire outside. "Leah...mind telling me exactly how you wound up here?"

Manfreid took a Molotov and hurled it below onto the bikers trying to get inside. It broke on them and lit them ablaze. "Keep throwing!" he said.

Melissa settled into her new sanctuary, getting as comfortable as she could with gunshots still ringing through out the city. She wondered if the others were dead yet. They sure seemed hell-bent on it when the two had left them.

"So..." Melissa spoke softly, her voice barely audible over the gunfire outside. "Leah...mind telling me exactly how you wound up here?"

OOC: Sry, got knocked offline before I could post.
IC:

Leah was peering through the window when Melissa asked the question. She couldn't see anything, so, gathering her thoughts, she turned away from it, and slumped against the wall.

As she slid to the floor, she started to talk. "I don't actually live here. I lived out in the country, about twenty miles from town. Anyway, I have a younger cousin here, Emma, and I take care of her whenever her parents are away. Which is often." Leah paused, clearing her throat. "So, when she didn't check in, and I couldn't get an answer from the police station yesterday, I jumped on my motorcycle and headed here. After a passed out from a bit of an accident on the bike," Leah gestured at the gashes on her face and arms, "I got up, found that Emma had skipped town before this whole damn thing started, and went to the bakery 'cause I was starving." Leah shrugged and settled back, musing for a minute. She turned and looked at Melissa, eyebrow raised slightly. "So, what about you? What's your story?"

John Macafree was calmly reading a book when he heard the noise. A thumping thrashing noise. Then something shattered and there was a large thud and the noise stopped.

His wife, Amy looked at him.
"John maybe we should check. I mean there are 3 likely possibilities ; a dead zombie, a live zombie or a survivor. Theres good odds its not alive and another person would be good. And if it's still alive we have the gun the policeman gave us."
"Okay, I'll go check"

Grabbing the gun the policeman had given him earlier, he slowly opened the door and descended down the stairs. His wife was close behind him with a golf club.

As they descended Brendan slowly came into view.

"He's dead, Amy. The zombies came and they got what he came for."
"No they didn't. He's still breathing, He's alive. Goddamnit John your a doctor!"

Amy had seen through his lie and john was ashamed. John did not want to help this man because he believed he would help prevent there survival. John was scared that he even thought of that. And it took his wife to snap him back into reality as it always did.
"I don't think there is much we can do for him but..."
"Just grab his legs!"

Slowly and with extreme care the couple brought Brendan up to the bedroom and strapped him down to the bed.

John began to clean and stitch up the wound on the back of the man's neck while his wife gathered all the medicine in the house.

((OOC: Candistan, I'm going to wait for the player that is with your character at the moment to post before I do so for the bikers.))

"Me?" Melissa asked rhetorically, sitting quiet for a moment before she went on. "I live here, and I was attending college here when this all started. I got separated from my parents during the first few days when they tried evacuating...I think that they made it out. Not that I really care...they're a couple of puritan nutcases anyway. So now I'm here with my camera, trying to get a story and expose it to the world." She ended with a sigh, going back to examining her camera to make sure it hadn't been damaged in the firefight.

Leah settled against the wall, trying to think of something to say. Conversation had never been her strong suit. Eventually, she just shrugged, and grabbed her rifle, making sure that it wasn't damaged or anything.

John (The other one), managed to reach his hummever. He got the car on and stared at the fuel meter. It was stil full luckily. He gave the car a roar then stepped on the accelerator. Going 20 mph....30 mph..........45 mph............60 mph....


OOC: Not very good, I had to rush.

"John, he's waking up."
"Oh man. I thought for sure he was dead"

Brendan tried to sit up and instinctively went to his gun but it wasn't there.
"Calm down."

"Don't you tell me to fuckin calm down. Why am i strapped to this table?"

"Well we found you downstairs having some kind of seizure. We took you here so you wouldn't hurt yourself. And will you please watch your language. There are children over there."
John pointed to the two shivering kids in the corner. They were afraid of Brendan. They had never seen someone have a seizure before.

"Oh yes, we also cleaned and stitched up the wound on the back of your neck."

"So your some kind of doctor?"

"Yes, I'm more than just some kind of doctor. I was chief doctor at Chesterson county hospital. When I think about it that doesn't really count for anything now."


"Good your a doctor. Get me off this table and help me find the other survivors. They're bound to have injuries."

"I can't just leave. What about the children? What about my wife?"

"Well let her have that handgun. You can take mine and I'll take the rifle."


It took some convincing but John agreed to come with Brendan.

They began searching for survivors

Leah settled against the wall, trying to think of something to say. Conversation had never been her strong suit. Eventually, she just shrugged, and grabbed her rifle, making sure that it wasn't damaged or anything.

Melissa noticed this, and let out a half-hearted laugh. "Oh...I'm sorry. Didn't mean to bore you..."

Melissa noticed this, and let out a half-hearted laugh. "Oh...I'm sorry. Didn't mean to bore you..."

Leah smiled. "You're not boring me. I just can never think of anything to say. My folks were the quiet type... I guess that's rubbed off on me." Leah thought for a minute, then asked, "You were studying photography at your college? Planning to do it for a living?" She cocked her head inquisitively.

"Yeah." She replied with a small nod. "I had hoped all of this...would be my big break. Story of a lifetime, and I'm the only one left alive to report it." She gestured to all the chaos outside of the apartment with her arm.

"That is...if I live to tell the story."

((ooc: bump for all involved.))

"If you say so."

Chris was about to say something else a little more... politically incorrect… when a stream of automatic weapons fire nearby shut him up.

It wasn't close...
but it was close enough...

Chris silently returned to blocking the doors.

OOC: I have returned... uh... hi?

Grant finished reinforcing the barricade and looked at the two people.

"You can only stay in one section of the store. It is over by the wardrobe stuff. Just stay there. You can use whatever you want in that section."

Turning his back, Grant grabbed his Winchester, then went up to the roof. Grant watched the motorcycle gang pillage the town.

"Yeah." She replied with a small nod. "I had hoped all of this...would be my big break. Story of a lifetime, and I'm the only one left alive to report it." She gestured to all the chaos outside of the apartment with her arm.

"That is...if I live to tell the story."

Leah smiled slightly. "Well, we're just gonna have to make sure you do live to tell the story. We could probably find a way out as soon as the dust settles..." At that, she leaned her head against the wall, and listened to the sounds of gunfire. "I wonder what's going on out there..."

The biker gang, having made so much noise and commotion had now attracted the attention of most of the towns undead inhabitants. Slowly but surely, the gang was overwhelmed despite their superior firepower. The few remaining bikers that survived the undead onslaught decided to cut their losses and retreat from the town.

Meanwhile...

"Listen!" Melissa whispered. "Sounds like the gunfires dying down...maybe they killed the others?"

The biker gang, having made so much noise and commotion had now attracted the attention of most of the towns undead inhabitants. Slowly but surely, the gang was overwhelmed despite their superior firepower. The few remaining bikers that survived the undead onslaught decided to cut their losses and retreat from the town.

Meanwhile...

"Listen!" Melissa whispered. "Sounds like the gunfires dying down...maybe they killed the others?"

Leah shrugged. "I don't know..." She flung open the window and looked out, listening hard. She heard the sounds of motorcycle engines going away, and the moans of numerous feeding zombies.

"Maybe they didn't kill the others... but if they didn't, the zombies probably will soon. It sounds like there are a lot of the damn things out there... I can hear their feeding groans from here."

Leah picked up her rifle and slung it. "What d'you think we should do? I don't think we can stay here. Even if they can't get up the stairs, the could block us in and starve us out. We should go before we're detected. The question is, where? We might still be able to save some of those idiots, or we could play it safe and skip town, and let their deaths hang on our consciences." She shrugged.

"They seem distracted by what's going on out there...they don't have a reason to hang around here." Melissa said, leaning against the wall with a yawn. "And I'm really tired anyway...can't we rest for awhile? At this point, you'd just be dragging me along."

Leah cocked her head, thinking for a bit. She really wanted to put more distance between them and the mass of zombies that was probably forming, but it would be difficult to drag along Melissa when she was half-asleep. With a sigh, she nodded.

"Yeah, you'd better get some sleep. I'm not that tired, I'll stand watch." Leah wandered to a closet in the apartment, and popped it open. She grabbed a blanket from it and tossed it to Melissa.

"Keep your stuff ready, and stay next to the exit, alright?" Leah nodded her head at the fire escape. "If I wake you up, it means we have to leave, fast. 'k?"

"Yeah, I got it." She replied through another yawn. Taking the blanket and throwing it over her self, she curled up next to the window that lead to the fire escape and used her arm to support her head as a stand-in for a pillow. Within a few seconds, she was fast asleep.

OOC: Ok I'm just gonna have my guy run into one of you dudes fort place things.

Bob had one helluva day, he had killed about 42 zombies already, all with his fubar, except for the two he had killed with his board with nails in it. He was feeling hungry, and neared a building that had been boarded up, he heard people talking within it, and then saw the mob of zombies in front of it, he picked up a rock, and threw it as hard as he could, it landed away from the building and the zombies, it drew they're attention, bob ran to the building once the zombies hadn't mobbed the entrance, and knocked on the door, and said "Is anybody home? I'm kind of tired after killing 42 of these things."

Adam's day had started off crummy, then got worse. He woke up late for the bus, then, when he finally caught up with it, he found it full of the undead. Lucky for him, he'd caught up with the bus near main street, so it wasn't all that hard to procure a weapon and take down the 15 or so in the bus. He was tired, bloodied, and pissed. Searching for a safe hideout, he ran to the local mall, fought his way to the security entrance, and banged on the door: "Anyone in there?!"

There was a long pause. Adam called again, "Hello?"

The door popped open a half inch, just enough to expose one frightened-looking eye. "Are you... bitten?" Adam was taken aback. "No, are you kidding? Let me in!" "Alright, alright. No need to get snippy." Grabbed by the forearm, Adam was pulled inside. After he had dusted himself off, he took a moment to look around. The darkened room sheltered a multitude of people, some shuddering in corners, others talking, still others checking weapons. A few were watching the windows intently, clutching a few firearms.

The man who let him in extended a dirty hand to Adam: "My name is Rashad. Welcome to Home Base."

(ooc: Hey, the thread looked interesting, so I thought I might jump in. Anyone here read World War Z?)

Adam's day had started off crummy, then got worse. He woke up late for the bus, then, when he finally caught up with it, he found it full of the undead. Lucky for him, he'd caught up with the bus near main street, so it wasn't all that hard to procure a weapon and take down the 15 or so in the bus. He was tired, bloodied, and pissed. Searching for a safe hideout, he ran to the local mall, fought his way to the security entrance, and banged on the door: "Anyone in there?!"

There was a long pause. Adam called again, "Hello?"

The door popped open a half inch, just enough to expose one frightened-looking eye. "Are you... bitten?" Adam was taken aback. "No, are you kidding? Let me in!" "Alright, alright. No need to get snippy." Grabbed by the forearm, Adam was pulled inside. After he had dusted himself off, he took a moment to look around. The darkened room sheltered a multitude of people, some shuddering in corners, others talking, still others checking weapons. A few were watching the windows intently, clutching a few firearms.

The man who let him in extended a dirty hand to Adam: "My name is Rashad. Welcome to Home Base."

(ooc: Hey, the thread looked interesting, so I thought I might jump in. Anyone here read World War Z?)

Yes, I have, but this thread is closed.

OOC: HELL I missed alot, could someone explain whats going on?

((OOC: It was closed, but it isn't anymore. We need new people to breath some life back into this thing before it dies.

Dragon, what parts are you confused about exactly?))

Bob broke down one of the windows in the reinforced building (OOC: The one Tocrowkia and the gang are in) and leaped through it, using his skills of carpentry Bob hastily re-reinforced the window he broke, and ran upstairs, he saw the survivors, whom he was extremely happy to see that some people were still alive, and said "ALRIGHT!!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?!?!?"

The last 100 replies I didn't see. Make it into one small summary if possible.

The last 100 replies I didn't see. Make it into one small summary if possible.

((OOC: Ak-108s, the only players that are still in the building are MIA. Me and GTR moved onto an apartment building.

Dragon, basically a group of bikers attacked the survivors. A fire-fight ensued and Melissa and Leah, annoyed by the macho-ness of Xavier and Manfreid moved onto an apartment building far away from the skirmish.))

He's in the apartment you and the other chick are in.

((OOC: Doesn't make much since, since they're on the second floor. He would have had to either go up the fire escape, which is blocked, or go through the door...which is blocked. He couldn't of just seen my character and GTR's right off the bat.))

Bob ran up the stairs after hearing no reply, and tried to open one of the closed doors, it was blocked, and then he took his fubar, and smashed through it, tearing at it until he managed to break through it. And said once again,
"ALRIGHT WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!?!??"

"Oh, and sorry about the door."

Melissa jumped up, the noise and commotion startling her awake. She scratched her head in confusion and annoyance and winced at the new comer.

"Who the hell are you...?"

"Oh, hi, My names bob boborshky, and I'm a carpenter, and I must know what the hell these shambling things are, I know to hit them in the head, thats how I killed 42 of these little buggers." Bob sighed with relief still happy to see other survivors.

Leah was immediately suspicious of the man. Her heart was still pounding from when he beat down the door. She slowly loosened her grip on the rifle.

"The shambling things are this town's residents. They're zombies. Real, corporeal, walking dead. Obviously."

"Well, thanks for making so much noise. Now...they know we're here. We better get moving." Melissa said with a sigh as she stood, stretching out with a yawn. She looked to Leah curiously, as if waiting for her to make the first move out of the apartment.

Leah helped Melissa up, then took a peek out the window. It was still clear.

"Well, if you're ready..."

Not bothering with the front door, she slid out the window and onto the fire escape. She rode the escape ladder to the ground and, holding it down with one foot, Leah looked up expectantly at Melissa.

She stayed alert, listening for moaning and shuffling feet.

Melissa quickly followed Leah out the window. The horizon was turning pink, showing that dawn was coming soon. Not bothering to wait for Bob, she clambered down the fire escape and into the desolate alley, which was clear of the living dead at the moment. In fact, the only living creature in the area was a large murder of crows, picking at some of the zombified corpses left behind by the bikers...

Leah stared at the crows for a minute. "I wonder if other species can get zombified. That could be a problem." She slowly walked towards the closest body and examined the birds. They seemed normal enough, at the moment.

"So, Melissa, you know this town better than me. What's the quickest way out of here?" She paused for a second. "Unless you have something else in mind. We could see if our 'friends' are still alive, if you want," Leah said, with a wry grin.

"Screw this." Chris said after a long amount of time after the bikers left. "I'm outta here."

Chris began to walk to one of the doors and noticed the flare-gun probably used to signal them.

Well its not like he wants company. Chris thought as he took the gun and some shots for it.

"See ya." he said as he shut the door behind him.

Chris began to whistle, not really sure why he was whistling, but whistling none the less.

He continued to whistle and twirl the flare-gun in his fingers as he walked down the road toward the museum that was his first destination.

"It'll just be a waste of time going back. Even if they are alive...they'll only ignore us and try to get us killed again." She said, shaking her head. "Anyways, theres a main road leading out of town near the museum that leads out of town. If we get going now, we can get there before nightfall." At this, one of the crows let out a feral cry and snapped it's head toward the girls, a hungry expression in it's eyes.

"Oh, shit." Leah slung her rifle and drew her knife. She grabbed Melissa by the arm and shouted "Run like hell, stay ahead of me!" Leah started running through the alley, half-pushing Melissa ahead of her. She kept looking back at the bird as it took flight and sailed towards them, its grim black wings flapping.

"Oh, hell..."

The crow dove at them. It's talons and beak flashed as Leah swung the knife. The bird fell, once again dead, but Leah dropped the knife. She saw that her hand was bleeding, and realised that the crow had bit her.

Looking back, Leah saw more crows taking off, and circling high above them. She shouted, "Keep running, find shelter!" and quickened her pace, legs aching.

"What the hell..."

Several crows began to attack the hummer, blood pouring from their bodies as they smash against the windows. John couldn't help laughing but then realized that this was serious...

"If they're zombified, FUCK!"

Melissa quickly followed Leah out the window. The horizon was turning pink, showing that dawn was coming soon. Not bothering to wait for Bob, she clambered down the fire escape and into the desolate alley, which was clear of the living dead at the moment. In fact, the only living creature in the area was a large murder of crows, picking at some of the zombified corpses left behind by the bikers...

Bob followed hastily and swatted several crows out of the air, "STAND STILL WILL YA LADDIE!" he saw another crow flying at him, "TAKE THAT YEH SOD!" he knocked it out of the air, Bob finally caught up to the two ladies and said, sorry if I fucked things up for ye, but these god damn shambling blokes drive me nuts!, I'd be dead if I didn't have this brilliant tool here with me." Bob managed a grin.

"What the hell..."

Several crows began to attack the hummer, blood pouring from their bodies as they smash against the windows. John couldn't help laughing but then realized that this was serious...

"If they're zombified, FUCK!"

Bob saw the car as he swatted another crow, he ran to it and shouted to the two ladies, "GET TO DA HUMMA!!!" Bob opened the passenger seat in the car (shotgun) and got in and slammed the door shut. he looked over at the man in the car and grinned at him, "Oh, Hi, I'm Bob and you are? Don't start driving off just yet, there are a few more people out there, to be more specific, two hot women are out there. Turn the car off so we can save fuel, and wait until the damn bastardly crows stop trying to kill us. Hopefully they don't got rabies as well."

"Well...I think we found that shelter." Melissa commented upon seeing the hummer. She made her way toward it, though she did so slowly to make sure Leah was right behind her.

S.W.A.T Sergent Calvin Jackson lay inside the mobile command vehicle that was taking him and his fellow officers to a call when a bird flew in the drivers window of the vehilce and attacked the driver causing him to crash into a building, the vehicle rolled then that was all he remembered. Calvin sat up, his vision was shaky and his wrist hurt, he was thrown from the front seat into the back of the vehicle upon impact.

As things started to become more clear he looked around to see there was only one other member left in the vehicle and he wasn't moving, he just lay there still..

"Hey!..Mcdonald!..Mcdonald!" he said pulling himself closer..

He examined the downed officer and found out his neck had been broken, Calvin sighed and let himself down once more starting to breathe heavily. All day they had been responding to help fight off the zombies who were killing people but it seemed as if they couldn't be defeated, Jackson knew he was alone but as scared as he was the officer pulled himself together. He opened up a compartment pulling a balclava over his face, after that he put a helmet on over tops of it,

I gotta get out of this thing.. He thought..

Calvin grabbed an MP5K off the floor of the vehicle locking and loading, he cheaked his Glock.18 sidearm then crawled out the open back doors of the Mobile command center onto the road, as he slowly got to his feet he scanned the area for threats...none apperared to be present at this point in time,

"Dispatch, officer Jackson..our vehicle has been destroyed and my team...my team is missing...except for officer Mcdonald, he is down.."

Calvin looked through the open doors of the vehicle at his friend and team member while he waited for a reply, but none came...

"Dispatch!"

Nothing but static on the other end...

"FUCK"

Then he seen a zombie staggering down the street, he turned the MP5K towards it and opened fire with a short burst...

*Raatatatat* it froze up and fell on the ground

**Ratatatatatatat** **Ratatatatatatatat**

The zombie bounced around on the ground like a fish out of water,

"Take that mother fucker.."

Calvin turned around and started to walk down the street, he heard the sound of an engine roaring in the distance...

"Lord you havn't abandoned me yet!"

Brendan and the doctor had left the house. Shortly after the heard the sound of a car motor. They walked towards it, Brendan in the street, John on the side.

Slowly the hummer can into view.

"Yes! Brendan do you see the car? Brendan? Brendan?"

Brendan's episodes had begun again.

John ran into the street, waving his arm's trying to get the hummer to stop.


ooc: i kinda want to just rp john now. So whoever is driving the hummer, i leave it up to you whether Brendan is run over or not.

Calvin seen two figures move onto the street from somwhere, he trained his MP5K on the one hanging back and opened fire...

**Ratatatatat**

He lowered the weapon and went to change magazines, he watched as one of the figures was riddled with his bullets and fell to the ground, the other figure flinched and seemed to be scared by the gunfire...

"Your next motherfucker!"

He reached in his mag pouch and went to pull out another before the other "Zombie" moved towards him, sence they were slow he took his time not taking his eyes off the target....

OOC: There..i just killed Brendan for you! :)

"The names John, ah another survivor"

John accelerated slowly towards the survivor and stop.

"Hop on"

"Well...I think we found that shelter." Melissa commented upon seeing the hummer. She made her way toward it, though she did so slowly to make sure Leah was right behind her.

The black wings of the crows started obscuring her vision, and Leah took even more bites and scratches. The sharp talons and the beaks of the birds slashed her repeatedly, and she wondered briefly how much damage they would have to do to make her exsanguinate. (OOC: Exsanguinate: my favourite word)

Leah kept stumbling forwards, slashing above and behind her with one hand, and groping for Melissa with the other. She eventually got a hand on Melissa's belt (or the waist of her pants, Leah couldn't really tell), and let Melissa lead her to safety.

Calvin seen a hummer stop by the second "Zombie",

"What the hell! run him down!"

After looking harder he realized that the person standing was still alive,

Holy fuck..what if i just killed another human being...

Jackson lowered the MP5k after he locked and loaded another mag, he slowly moved foward raising the weapon once again being cautious....he lifted his right arm and waved so that the people inside the vehicle could see him, then quickly he gripped the weapon again..

Melissa sprinted toward the hummer as fast as her legs could carry (which was pretty fast, now that she had gotten some rest.) She quickly opened the door and lead Leah inside before her self. After that, she quickly climbed in and slammed the door behind her, catching one of the Crow's heads between the door and the vehicle, it's skull shattering with a popping noise.

"Oh my god...are you alright?!" Melissa questioned Leah, holding onto her tight.

OOC: Thanks for noticing Calvin guys! Jeeesh

((OOC: I posted my response befoe yours had even appeared...sorry. Sheesh. -_-))

OOC: Thanks for noticing Calvin guys! Jeeesh...hehe it's alright

Jackson seen two women hop inside the hummer,

God damn..im alive and there are still some girls left..lord if you can hear me, thank you..this be tha second time you help a brotha out today..Amen

He looked towards the sky and dashed foward, Calvin looked down at the person he shot with the burst from his SMG,

"Aww..aww...fuck...aww fuck man..he wasn't dead..but now..he dead.."

He knelt down beside the body then looked at the Hummers occupants...

"I.."

He went to talk but just shut up and stared at the dead man on the ground,

"Shit! you stupid son of a bitch..walkin' like a zombie got yer ass shot..god damn.."

((OOC: I posted my response befoe yours had even appeared...sorry. Sheesh. -_-))

OOC: It's alright..lets keep goin' Lol

Melissa sprinted toward the hummer as fast as her legs could carry (which was pretty fast, now that she had gotten some rest.) She quickly opened the door and lead Leah inside before her self. After that, she quickly climbed in and slammed the door behind her, catching one of the Crow's heads between the door and the vehicle, it's skull shattering with a popping noise.

"Oh my god...are you alright?!" Melissa questioned Leah, holding onto her tight.

Leah leaned against the car door, and kept an arm around Melissa. She gave her a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I think I'm gonna be okay... The bleeding's not too bad." Leah had to concentrate on her voice, to keep it from quavering. The adrenaline draining out of her body was making her shake a bit.

Leah wiped her face off briefly, and shot Melissa a look of concern. "Did you get bit or anything?" she asked, consternation filling her voice.

The S.W.A.T officer took a deep breath and exhailed...he then stood up but didn't look at the man who was with the guy he shot, he was trying not to think about what he had done, trying to convince himself that he did the right thing but he didn't have time to give a shit about that right now,

"Yo! Police...anybody hurt? theres a first aid kit in that mobile command on it's side..."

Calvin looked around then slung his MP5, he looked once more at the body and walked over to the women by the hummer....

Leah leaned against the car door, and kept an arm around Melissa. She gave her a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I think I'm gonna be okay... The bleeding's not too bad." Leah had to concentrate on her voice, to keep it from quavering. The adrenaline draining out of her body was making her shake a bit.

Leah wiped her face off briefly, and shot Melissa a look of concern. "Did you get bit or anything?" she asked, consternation filling her voice.

"A few pecks here and there...nothing too serious." She replied, still with a grim and concerned expression. Even though she hadn't known her for long, Melissa felt overly concerned for Leah for some reason. Upon hearing of the first aid-kid, Melissa's first instinct was to dash out and retrieve it. But then she remembered the crows, which were still buzzing around the area.

She turned to the SWAT officer outside, gesturing up at the birds with her hands, requesting him to take them out...

"A few pecks here and there...nothing too serious." She replied, still with a grim and concerned expression. Even though she hadn't known her for long, Melissa felt overly concerned for Leah for some reason. Upon hearing of the first aid-kid, Melissa's first instinct was to dash out and retrieve it. But then she remembered the crows, which were still buzzing around the area.

She turned to the SWAT officer outside, gesturing up at the birds with her hands, requesting him to take them out...

Calvin looked up,

"Ohh hell naww!"

He flicked the SMG to single shot and aimed upwards, he fired afew shots in their direction, two of the shots hit their targets, then two birds came in for an attack run, he flicked the gun back into burst and continued to fire using the laser on the weapon to aim....one after another they dropped out of the sky and hit the ground with a thud...

"All clear!"

He looked all around for more of them but if there were any they got the hell out of there, Jackson looked up and down the street...

Leah smiled with relief. "Well, that's good to hear." She eyed the marks that the crows had left on Melissa. Despite what she said, the gouges were still pretty vicious "All the same, we should dress your wounds. I'll be right back, that first aid kit should have enough supplies to take care of the both of us."

Leah peered upward through the window. The crows still circled, but they were starting to keep their distance. She opened the door a crack and slowly slid out of the humvee. She shouted to the man, Calvin.

"Officer, I'm gonna make a run for that first aid kit. Cover me, alright?!" She turned back to Melissa. "You should stay here, in case those damn birds start attacking again."

Leah smiled with relief. "Well, that's good to hear." She eyed the marks that the crows had left on Melissa. Despite what she said, the gouges were still pretty vicious "All the same, we should dress your wounds. I'll be right back, that first aid kit should have enough supplies to take care of the both of us."

Leah peered upward through the window. The crows still circled, but they were starting to keep their distance. She opened the door a crack and slowly slid out of the humvee. She shouted to the man, Calvin.

"Officer, I'm gonna make a run for that first aid kit. Cover me, alright?!" She turned back to Melissa. "You should stay here, in case those damn birds start attacking again."

Calvin nodded to show he understood,

"There is another officer in there..he has a sidearm! grab it..it's on his leg, right here where mine is" He patted his Glock.18...

He looked upwards then back at the girl,

"The medkit is on the left side in a compartment! i'll cover!..oh! and there is 9mm mags for my MP5 in there too! cheak officer Mcdonald's tac vest!"

Jackson removed the mag and slid another one in, in the previos one's place..he placed the one with the remaining bullets back in his vest then continued to scan the sky and streets....

Leah nodded, and took off, feet pouding against the concrete. She didn't look up to see if the birds were attacking; she really didn't want to know.

Leah quickly reached the overturned vehicle and vaulted onto its new 'top'. Realising the door had closed and locked itself, she sighed and hammered the butt of her rifle through the window. After clearing the frame of glass shards, she dropped down into the compartment.

It was dark, and it smelled like the dead. Leah was eager to leave. She quickly felt around. She found the medkit, bolted to what had become the top of the compartment. Then she got low to the ground and started patting... eventually she found the fabric of someone's leg.

Leah sighed, and said "Sorry, Officer McDonald. Rest in peace." She moved to get the GLOCK, when McDonald twitched. Leah paused, breath caught, as McDonald moaned and reached for her.

Having no time to grab her rifle, she scrabbled to pull her knife out of its scabbard. The zombie bowled her over, and leaned in for a bit. Just as his jaws closed around her right trapezius (OOC: yer neck muscle), she got hold of the knife and jammed it into his head.

"Fuck." The new bite on her neck was letting loose a decent flow of blood. Leah ripped the man's shirt off and tied it around her neck. Then she grabbed his GLOCK, checked the safety, and stuffed it into her belt. Leah then carried the bandolier of 9mm ammo and the first aid kit out of the truck.

The sudden daylight dazzled her as she stumbled towards the humvee.

"We better move! Sounds like a couple hundred zombies are closing in on us!"

John turned the keys and waited.

OOC: Not enough time so its short.

Melissa's heart sank when she saw the wound on Leah's neck. Without thinking, she jumped out of the hummer and ran toward her. "Leah...! What happened?"

Since the other survivors left, Grant got some sleep. Things seemed to die down after a while. The lights turned on, because they were on a automatic timer. Grant's eyes quickly opened. His hands darted for the Winchester Model 70. He soon realized that it he was safely protected. Checking his watch, it was early in the morning. Checking his ammo, then his guns Grant went up to the roof. The sun rose off in the distance. Another night had passed, and he had survived.

Sitting down in his fold out chair, Grant put down his Winchester rifle, then grabbed his pair of binoculars. Off in the distance he saw a bunch of zombies crowded around something. He leaned forward a bit. The zombies were starting to crowd some type of car. Quickly his hands grasped the nearby flare gun.

"Jesus H Christ"

It looked like they needed a safe place. The flare gun was pointed in the air. Pulling the trigger, the flare went off into the sky. Grant hoped that the surviors could see it. Quickly he reloaded the flare gun, and fired one more shot. Grant gripped his Winchester rifle hoping that they made it out fine.

Melissa's heart sank when she saw the wound on Leah's neck. Without thinking, she jumped out of the hummer and ran toward her. "Leah...! What happened?"

"Some asshole bit me," Leah said with a half-grin, half-grimace. The bite had made her voice sound a bit funny. When she reached Melissa, she fell against her slightly, strength going out of her legs. She murmured "Help me to the humvee, please. I've got that first aid kit."

Leah called back to the officer.

"I've got your ammo, too. We should get into the humvee, it's dangerous out here!" she yelled, with a tinge of dry humor in her tone.

Leah nodded, and took off, feet pouding against the concrete. She didn't look up to see if the birds were attacking; she really didn't want to know.

Leah quickly reached the overturned vehicle and vaulted onto its new 'top'. Realising the door had closed and locked itself, she sighed and hammered the butt of her rifle through the window. After clearing the frame of glass shards, she dropped down into the compartment.

It was dark, and it smelled like the dead. Leah was eager to leave. She quickly felt around. She found the medkit, bolted to what had become the top of the compartment. Then she got low to the ground and started patting... eventually she found the fabric of someone's leg.

Leah sighed, and said "Sorry, Officer McDonald. Rest in peace." She moved to get the GLOCK, when McDonald twitched. Leah paused, breath caught, as McDonald moaned and reached for her.

Having no time to grab her rifle, she scrabbled to pull her knife out of its scabbard. The zombie bowled her over, and leaned in for a bit. Just as his jaws closed around her right trapezius (OOC: yer neck muscle), she got hold of the knife and jammed it into his head.

"Fuck." The new bite on her neck was letting loose a decent flow of blood. Leah ripped the man's shirt off and tied it around her neck. Then she grabbed his GLOCK, checked the safety, and stuffed it into her belt. Leah then carried the bandolier of 9mm ammo and the first aid kit out of the truck.

The sudden daylight dazzled her as she stumbled towards the humvee.

Calvin seen the birds go for the girl who bolted, he took aim and fired...

*Raatatatatatatat*

"What now! yeah! what now!" he yelled at the top of his lungs

Afew of the crows got caught in the machine gun fire, Calvin turned his fire to another three diving, Jackson opened fire again catching two and the third withdrew....

"Can't fuck wit me!" He yelled out...

I can't believe i did that good..holy fuck..she a lucky woman.. He thought..

He covered her on the way back too but nothing tryed to attack. Calvin noticed she was limping,

What the fuck.. he squinted his eyes watching her closely....

"Yo...what the fuck happen to you? shit.."

Jackson let go of his MP5 on it's sling and he walked over slowly, he reached out for his ammo with his left hand with his right hand on his sidearm....

"You were...bitten..." She replied blankly, a statement and not a question. Having survived in this town for days and witnessing what went around, she knew a bite meant an automatic death sentence. But this couldn't be happening...not to Leah. "Shit..." she whispered to her self as she helped Leah to the hummer.

"It'll alright..." She whispered, trying to comfort her.

"Are you guys or girls alright there" John asked, worried about the word "bitten".


OOC: Still short, need to go somewhere :P

Leah nodded grimly. She had seen the looks on her faces and watched enough zombie movies to know what that meant.

She simply nodded and plopped down into the passenger seat of the humvee.
"Well, this sucks."

Leah looked warily at Calvin, and dropped her hand to her new sidearm.
"I ain't a zombie yet, Cal."

Calvin backed up,

"Naww im good lady...simmer..damn.."

He raised his hand showing her he wasn't hostille. Calvin took off his helmet and balaclava, he attached his helmet around his waist and stuffed his Balaclava in a pouch...sweat dripped from his face...

"Look..how do we help her? how tha fuck do you fix this shit? maaan!"

Calvin wiped his brow with the sleeve of his uniform,

"God damn it!! a brother don't need this stress!"

He paced back and fourth for a moment, he took a deep breath..

"Im Calvin...ok..lets talk..yeah! im Calvin..Calvin Jackson...S.W.A.T!"

He looked at the others, he was wide eyed and angry looking, Jackson was also breathing heavy but then it started to go back to normal...

Melissa climbed in after Leah, and hugged her tight as soon as she was inside. She didn't know what to say or what to do...she just wished this nightmare was over. They had come such a long way, only for it to end like this. It didn't seem fair...but then again, nothing about this did...

"You know I'm...I uh..." she began in a whisper to Leah.

Despite all what was going on Calvin looked at the two girls hugging one another, inside he smiled trying to think other places..

Umm..good time for a lil' girl on girl in that there hummer..

He almost grinned but turned around to face the other way for a second, slowly he looked back with a more calm expression on his face...

"Err..people..sorry to uhh, intrude..but we have a problem! SHE FUCKIN' BIT! and this place is overrun with...with..dead shit! what are we gonna do!...huggin an't gonna help nobody! especially her!...SO what it is people?"

Calvin heard shuffling of feet on the street...he quickly turned and his Glock.18 was out of his holster in a second..

*Bang, badadada* the machine pistol echoed through the air.....

A zombie staggering down the street got riddled with bulletts and it fell on the ground, twitched twice and stopped moving..

"If there anything i know from these last few days..is...ALWAYS SHOOT EM' AGAIN!"

**Baadadadat**

He put the pistol back in it's holster....

"Hey... Do you hear that, we better get out of here fast or we're shit, I don't think shooting that thing thats making all the noise would help!" said John.

Oh God, please let us survive this...... madness thought John. He kicked the accelerator.

"Yeah...the only problem is that we're in the backseat, and thus not driving this stupid thing anyway..." Melissa spat back furiously.

"Hey... Do you hear that, we better get out of here fast or we're shit, I don't think shooting that thing thats making all the noise would help!" said John.

Oh God, please let us survive this...... madness thought John. He kicked the accelerator.

OOC: Don't drive off man,..that's my only ride! lol...that was my guy shooting a damn Zombie..it's dead..it got lit up..

OOC: Lol, I thought you were in the car

OOC: I'm going to try to get back into this.

IC: Manfreid stumbled outside and painfully ran down the street with his guns and supplies on his vest. The others had been mowed down by the bikers, but he had managed to get out. A crowd of zombies ran out of a doorway towards him. He lit one of the Molotovs and hurled it at them, lighting them ablaze. "I need to survive...I need to survive...I need to survive!" he said to himself as he ran. A zombie ran in his way and he kicked it down, just kept on moving. He needed to find those girls or someone, and running was the only way. He shot a flare up in the air and waited for a moment for them to hopefully spot it, but he didn't have his hopes up.

Calvin seen a flare explode in the sky,

"Look! there!"

Jackson turned around and seen a man running up the street,

"Common buddy! pick it up! common! common!"

He yelled at the top of his lungs,

He unslug the MP5K, turned on the laser and took aim....

"Turn that vehicle on and if this guy reaches us then we take off! you got me! aiight!"

Calvin opened fire with afew short burts, he reloaded then opened fire once again..he ceased fire for a moment then called out,

"A bit farther! you got this!!"

He squeezed the trigger twice more and watched the man get closer and closer to his position.....

OOC: I'll be back tomorrow after work, take Calvin with you but don't kill him...it's been a pleasure, see you all tomorrow...

Grant looked threw his scope. Another kill about to be taken. Pausing for a moment, he had to remind himself that they were no longer human. Pulling the trigger back, the undead's head was hit. Blood oozed out of the undead's head. Loading in a another bullet, Grant took notice of the gunfire. Aiming the Winchester, he fire the rifle, but only shot the torso of a undead.

Hearing more gunfire, Grant put sling, of the rifle, around his shoulder. Picking up his binoculars again, Grant zoomed on the commotion. It seemed like people were still alive and coming toward the store. The binoculars were set back on the table. Grant ran down the stairs and toward the gun section. He checked the assortment of weapons he had out, a rifle, a 9 mm pistol, a .357 magnum, a shotgun, and more than enough ammo. Grant checked the weapons to make sure they were all loaded. From a pocket he produced a ski mask. He put it on and quickly gathered the weapons and ammo, then went to the security room. Grant looked threw the ski mask at all the monitor. Pushing a button he turned on the intercom system, for when the other surviors came, so he could direct them toward the back entrance.

Meanwhile...

Peter took a sip of his coffee. He'd been driving for the past 4 hours, and he was getting fed up of this job. Then he remembered his dad's rambling about the Israeli Army.

At least I'm not being pestered by him here. I'll take my own path, thank you very much...

And that was what he was doing. He took this job to get away from his dad, and he was going to stay here for the rest of the gap year. He didn't want to work in the Army, even as an officer. He wanted something... less dangerous. Like lorry driving. And freighting corned beef. And taking short cuts though mysterious small American towns.

He was driving fairly fast. He looked at the speedometer, 70 miles per hour. He couldn't see any police, in fact, he couldn't see anyone.

Strange... it 5 o'clock and there don't seem to be any cars on this route...
He saw a rusted sign; WELCOME TO CHESTERSON, MINNESOTA

He should of kept his eyes on the road.

THUMP

He had hit someone, or indeed something. He rolled his window down, and looked back at the thing he had hit, and watched it slowly pull itself up. Though amazed at the spectacle, he decided he'd better make himself scarce, and he shouted;

"Sorry Mate, seeing as your fine, I'll be off now, no need to sue." He turned and shouted "AHH, get off my truck!" He saw a bloody face plant itself on his windscreen. He reversed. He hit the thing he had hit half a minuite ago again. He exclaimed "Bloody Hell, 5 o'clock and your already pissed!". He beeped the horn several times. "Right, that's it, GET OUT THE WAY!" He revved the car and hit down the other thing. For a second, he thought he was safe. But it was out of the frying pan and into the fire. He sped up too fast, and he turned left at the juncution down the street. Depite a bit of oversteer, all he wanted to do was get out. He glanced at the speedometer. 40. 50. 60. 70...

He saw another junction, but was too late to slow down. He turned a hard left, but ended up flipping over. He flipped twice, then stopped. He ended up on his side. Concious. With Coffee all over his lap.

He reached into his glove box, and grabbed his Desert Eagle, 2 magazines, and a packet of cigarettes, and some tissues. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a swiss army knife, which he had bought as a novelty item and a souvenir in switzerland on the way to America. He tested the seat belt button. It worked, and he was free. He opened the car door, and stepped outside...

Bob had been staring off into space during all the commotion, "HEY! HUH? WHATS THAT SOUND? EVERBODY! SOMETHINGS GOIN' DOWN!" Bob saw the woman who was bitten on the neck, "Okay, if she's been bitten by one of those things, we need to either, kill her before she dies and comes back to eat us, or we could restrain her, tape her mouth shut, gag her, tie her up, and keep her restrained, I know it sounds crude and harsh, but we can keep her like that until we can find a cure for whatever is causing this. Oh and hello to anyone else 'round here. We should try to find shelter somewhere, maybe that big superstore ((OOC: The "walmart-type" one)) over there, I think I might have seen lights in there."

OOC: I'm going to try to get back into this.

IC: Manfreid stumbled outside and painfully ran down the street with his guns and supplies on his vest. The others had been mowed down by the bikers, but he had managed to get out. A crowd of zombies ran out of a doorway towards him. He lit one of the Molotovs and hurled it at them, lighting them ablaze. "I need to survive...I need to survive...I need to survive!" he said to himself as he ran. A zombie ran in his way and he kicked it down, just kept on moving. He needed to find those girls or someone, and running was the only way. He shot a flare up in the air and waited for a moment for them to hopefully spot it, but he didn't have his hopes up.

Bob then saw the flare flying up in the sky, and said "Oh someone else is out there and needs our help."

Manfreid heard the bursts coming off from down the street and began running towards it. There was a flipped semi-truck in the road surrounded with undead. He threw a molotov at the truck, which in turn lit up the gas tank and exploded, launching shrapnel everywhere. Manfreid was hit across the left side with one piece, causing him to double over. He regained strength and began running again, climbing over the truck and hopping off the other side. He unslung his ICQB and began popping off rounds into undead's heads. "You don't have me yet..." he said.

John regained his composure. During the action he had been staring at Brendan's
body. He was suddenly scared. He began to think about his wife and his children.

"Wait! There is something you can do about the bite. I'm a doctor. But I'm gonna need surgery equipment. The treatment has side effects. It makes the patient? drowsy and epileptic, but she won't turn into a zombie."

John turned to Calvin. In a swift motion John pulled out the pistol Brendan had given him and pointed it at Calvin's head.

"What the fuck?"

"You don't know what this is? It's a goddamn gun. And its pointed at your head. I suggest you drop yours and turn around."

John was afraid of what he was about to do. But this crazy man had killed Brendan and interfere with everyone's survival. But the fear soon left him.

"Once again I suggest you leave. You got till 10. Drop the gun and turn around. 1! 2!........"

Peter had got to the pavement by the time his lorry blew up up for some reason. The blast threw him on the ground. He glanced back, and saw an inferno. He smelt burning flesh. he shouted:

"W..W..W...What the Hell is going on? That was MY lorry, w...w...w...with my own corned beef! Who the hell did that?!"

He saw some people lurch toward him.

"Hey, I didn't do i..."

He looked again. He saw the expressionless face.

"For goodness sack, is everyone here pissed or... NOOO! Yes... no... yes... YES! It makes complete sense! Your zombies! Oh bugger, that's not good..."

Peter turned on his heels and started running. Fast...

((OOC: Um...when are we going to start driving away...?))

Calvin stiffend up when he realized there was a gun to his head,

"Now who the fuck do you think you are pointing a gun at a police officer you crazy son of a bitch...and fuck you..im not putting anything down"

Calvin let go of the MP5k so that it hung on his sling, he stretched his arms out to show he wasn't hostille

"I didn't mean to kill your buddy, it was an accident! do you not realize what my nerves are like?...how are your nerves! huh! have you realized what the fuck is going on here ...or are you that stupid..you need me so get that shit away from my head...all these witnesses see you kill a COP! are you stupid!"

Calvin looked at the others,

"Now...who here will let this motherfucker kill police officer? who JUST saved your asses! WHAT IS IT THEN!....who is this fool! NOBODY!...man please put that gun down before you hurt yourself.....so look! sombody do somthin'...or do you forget so easily!"

He spit and cleared his throat eying everyone with a solid stare.....

OOC: My Spanish is a bit rough, so forgive me if there are any misunderstandings.

IC:
Chris came into sight of the museum, as large and wide as a small-town museum could be. If you still didn't know it was "the museum", the long banners advertising the latest exhibit were a dead give-a-way.

The front doors of the museum were crawling with zombies, you literally could not take two steps and not run into one.
Chris sneaked into the back alleyways to one of the maintenance doors. He tried to open it. It wouldn't budge. That meant the museum still had electricity. Chris needed a security card.

He found a security card by the door. It was bloodied, poor sap didn't make it.
Chris put the card in the door's slot and turned the handle.
The door opened but stopped just before giving enough room to slid room.

"What the? Hey!" Chris said, not exactly quietly either.

Suddenly a small scared voce came from the other side of the door.

"¡Shh! Debes ser reservado. Te oirán."

The voice sounded Mexican, probably one of the workers hired to build the new exhibit.
Chris decided to answer in Spanish.

"Por favor, dejarme adentro." Chris said.

"Sí, sí. Promesa justa de ser reservado." the voice answered.

Some sounds of frenzied Spanish and grunting came from inside the building. The door eventually opened and Chris hurried inside. Three workers stood inside the room. They hurriedly fixed up a small barrier of assorted boxes to re-enforce the barrier to the door.

"¿Cuántos de ti hay?" Chris asked the men.

"Apenas nosotros tres, también mannaged para bloquear las puertas principales. ¿Qué sobre ti? ¿Tú trabajan aquí?" One of the men, the leader, answered.

"Sí, trabajo aquí. Cerciorémosnos de las puertas son seguro, allí eran muchos de uh… ellos… hacia fuera allí." Chris said.

The men just nodded and they walked towards the main doors of the museum.

John dropped the gun.
"I'm sorry."
John began to cry as he got into the car. He was still convince that calvin would be the death of them, but he decided to put up with it.
There will be another time, and besides i must help these people

As he was climbing into the car he realized that perhaps these people didn't want his help because of what has just happened.

"So tell me, Can I come or what?"

John waited for the reply while keeping his eye on the police officer.

"Eh, I guess so, but it seems like nobody listened to what I said earlier, yeah, I'm bob by the way."

all the while unknown to the men below royal Zeara marines watch them trying to figure out if they are frend or foe. as the 300 marines have brought with them a deconmaination agent that stops the spreed of the zombie virues

All the while unknown to the survivors below a group of royal Zeara marines watch them trying to figure out if they are frend or foe. The 300 marines have brought with them a decontamination agent that stops the spread of the zombie virus.

OOC: Did you sign up?

bump

all the while unknown to the men below royal Zeara marines watch them trying to figure out if they are frend or foe. as the 300 marines have brought with them a deconmaination agent that stops the spreed of the zombie virues

OOC: This thread doesn't involve any NS nations.

occ: can i still sign up? If yes can u give me a link to the sign up thread?

OOC: okay back whats happening?

((OOC: Yes, you can still sign up. As for the link, just click my name and click topics posted by. You should find it easily.

As for whats going on? Well, nothing. I've been waiting for GTR to post, but I don't think he's going to...-.-))

Bob after waiting for a little while for the jeep driver to reply and start driving decided to drive the car himself towards the giant wal-mart like store, he lifted the guy who was driving it, and set him in the shotgun, he took the wheel and started driving towards the the big wal-mart-ishy store type, place, thing.