NationStates Jolt Archive

General Lawrence walked into the briefing room, below the podium were the recent recruits, fresh out of their re-training.
'Ladys and gentlemen," He said, clearing his throat. "You are the final product of our extensive training program, many went in, most washed out." Below, total silence had insued, at least they could listen. "very well then let me proceed." He picked up a small remote and pushed the button in the center, a holographic satalite map appeared in the center of the room. "This is Clarkstown, Burmington, a small town in a small country. Mainly rural faring areas, this townis no diffrent then the rest. As of last night, an outbreak was reported, today its gone from minor to full blown. According to the reports, most, if not all, of thepopulation of this town has been reanimated, butlucky for you, the total population is only approximatly 130 citizens." He clicked the remote again and the map dissapeared. "grab your gear and move out, this is a real mission with real undead, not like the simulations. Nothing will prepare you for this."

Edward frowned as he stepped towards the RT-70 transport. He was still boiling over from his demotion. What was wrose is that it uncovered painful memries from his past, something he had long tried to hide from..... He grabbed his gear and stepped into the troop bay, the smooth cold steel chilling his body. Around him the other members of his team slid in. He checked his rifle and slid on a scope, he felt sorry that Saya was the only sniper.

LFC Michael, Mick as he'd come to be called by his squadmates, walked with the group to the transport. He was one of the Dominion Black Ops' best and brightest...and hadn't even seen the famed Colonel James Talbitt or his elite squad of infiltrators. Instead, he'd been shipped off to a foreign nation right out of boot camp to combat a threat he'd only known existed in movies. One thing was for sure, the creatures in the training videos most definitely were not actors with makeup.
"Hey guys," he asked casually but with a hint of nervousness,"Am I the only one here who's never acutally, you know, fought one of things?"
He checked his rifle then his pistol as he strapped in, then made sure all of his spare magazines were secure.

LFC.John Macked walked over to the recruit from Ambrose-Douglas and shook his hand and said "Hi, I am John Macked from the Calizorinstan Special Operation's Command, I've been in a lot of spec op's raid's, be it from, miitant leader assasination's, to militant supply line raid's, you name it. I picked the CAR-15 semi-auto because I think 9mm should stop zombie's if not, here's my second option and he pulled out the Smith and Wesson gun and said "Remember Dirty Harry, this is the same gun Inspector Callahan used, except it's in .45 cal." He smiled, but looked worried, he hoped his 15 years in the Marine's, and 8 year's in the CSOCOM would help him with this new far more dangerous foe.

Sighing slightly, Alan swung his feet down from the chair in front of him and unlaced his fingers from behind his head. This mission sounded like a piece of cake.

Walking into the dressing room, he grabbed the upper half of his BDUs and pulled them on. The BDU pants were already on, complete with knee pads underneath. He zipped up the front and adjusted the armor, smiling slightly. Grabbing his bandoleer of cigarettes, he pulled that over one shoulder, then grabbed another bandoleer which had his shotgun and rifle ammo and slung that over top, with his shotgun on his back. Next went the pistols, one low on each thigh, then a knife in the boot and one on the hip. Deposit the Zippo lighters in a few pockets and he was ready to go. Grabbing his helmet and his SM-24, he looked over everyone else.

"Who's ready to kill some zombies?" He asked, smiling and pulling out a cig and letting it hang from his mouth.

Another recruit came over and shook his hand, and Alan did the same back. "Alan Harland. Ambrose-Douglas Spec Ops." He didn't say or do much else, except think that this kid spoke way too much for his own good.

Saya checked her equipment as she marched out of the breifing room, making sure she had plenty of ammo, that her scope was in good condition, the whole nine yards. She mentaly reviewed the map in her head, wondering if she'd be able to find a good sniping spot out there. Well, if worse came to worst, she could always find a roof. She also tried to get herself together, her eyes were a bright hazel, and she sure as hell was'nt happy. 'Come on, this is what you've been training for, remember Dad' She told herself. She shook her head and sighed, it just did'nt work, she also remembered the zombies. 'Ah well, she thought, 'At least I'm a sniper'

OOC:: Amb, my guy just came over to you and shook your hand.

Edarwd looked over at him. "Never seen one either." "Join the club." Chuckled the pilot, " we've got to wait for a bit, we're getting a late arriver." Still in the transport, they waited for each member to arrive. The pilot came back and casually asked Alan for a cigarette. He handed him one, and more cigarrete smoke filled the cabin.

Edarwd looked over at him. "Never seen one either." "Join the club." Chuckled the pilot, " we've got to wait for a bit, we're getting a late arriver." Still in the transport, they waited for each member to arrive. The pilot came back and casually asked Alan for a cigarette. He handed him one, and more cigarrete smoke filled the cabin.

This brought a grin.
"Thank God, thought it'd be one of those situations where I was the newbie of the group. Oh well, guess those years of playing Resident Evil will finally come in handy. I'll have to tell my superiors back at Dominion Intelligence."

OOC:: Amb, my guy just came over to you and shook your hand.

Edited to include that, sorry about that man.

Saya looked around at all of her teammates. They looked kind of scary. Espeicialy the one with the cigarette. But that was probably just the smoke curling around his head. Again she was reminded that all of these people had years of experience, she was just a raw recruit. She wondered why she was the only girl... 'I wonder what the others think' She thought. She was struck with a sudden idea, 'I certainly hope, oh no' With that thought she abruptly began to blush.
OOC:Sorry if this seems kinda stupid, I'm not used to RP'ing a girl.

General Lawrence stepped out from the hangar and approached the transport. The pilots cig dropped out of his mouth and snapped a slaute, as did everyone else in the sqaud. What they noticied was he was wearing an aged uniform with new armour attaachments. "Everyone, I've decided to come with you, Imay be old at 54, but I'm still as spry as when I was in my hey-day." Everybody moved to make room forhim and murmur of conversation arose in the transport. General Lawrnece simply smiled and spun the chamber of his magnum.

OOC: It's allright

IC:

John said to Alan "I can guess that you think I talk to much for my own good, I don't normally talk alot, it's just I'm nervous, I've never fought zombie's in my 10 years of Special Ops, and 10 years in the Marine Corps."

OCC: well, I'm kind of new at this as well, probably helps that I'm writer....

Dang, didn't see that coming Mick though to himself. The thought of the Dominion Intelligence Minister in full body armor killing zombies come to his mind and he to cough to hide the laughter.

He then overheard John and Alan's conversation.
"Hey man, don't sweat it same here. I could clear a room full of terrorists without hitting a single hostage, but nothing like this. Oh well, here goes nothin' right?"
He racked a round into his rifle and double checked the safety.

Alan looked around at the others to make the General was serious. He noticed the pilot's cig had fallen out of his mouth... too bad, he wasn't really in the habit of sharing. He noticed that Saya girl looking at him, the sniper. He shook his head again, women.

Sitting against the side of the plane, he pulled over a crate of something, propped his feet up, put his hands behind his head, took a deep drag of his cigarette and closed his eyes.

"Right, John, I got it. You're nervous." Alan said, his eyes still closed. Reaching into his bandoleer, he grabbed another cig. "Smoke it, it'll calm you down."

Edawrd Harrison noticed that Saya was blushing and came over to her. "Are you all right?" He asked, leaning against the wall. She looked at him in shock, like he had suprised her. Edarwd noticed her eye color semmed to shift just in the slightest.....

John said "Thanks." He took the cig from Alan lit it and started smoking and said to the General "Hi, I am John from Calizorinstan Special Operations Command."

Saya looked at the ex commander in surprise, at first she was a little irritated, and before she knew it her eyes had a reddish hint around the age. "I'm fine, thank you Leuitenat". The man seemed a bit angry at the reminder and she was a bit ashamed, "Sorry, I'm just a bit nervous, never been on an actual mission, I was only old enough to join the military after my birthday, how are you?"

Mick followed suit.
"General, I'm Leutenant First Class Michael Hawkins, Dominion Black Operations. Good to have you onboard sir," he said, extending a hand.

EDIT: After he's done talking to John

The general shook his hand. "You know who I am, so, what brought you here?"

Even though his eyes were closed, that didn't prevent Alan from rolling them as John walked away. Why was he one of the only cool, calm, collected ones around here?

John sat back and he wasn't nervous anymore and said to the General "Mostly I was looking for adventure, look's like I came to the right place...."

The Pilot got up frim the edge of the troop bay. "Time to get moving out." He said. Everybody clambored into the transport as it taxied down the runway. He leaned back and tod the squad, "Be advised, i'm gonna take you down low, about twenty feet up. When I give you the greenlight, everybody jumps, no parachutes!" Everyone looked at him like he was insane. The pilot continued talking, "Its so that way you won't have a large collection of zombies around you! I'll try to ditch you guys over a lake, so don't worry about impact, just secure a life vest!" Everyone reached under the seat and pulled out a vest. Edward grinned, he enjoyed doing dnagerous things.

Mick was a bit nervous as he strapped on the vest. He wasn't sure just how his DM-32 would operate when wet. Then it hit him. Upper right pocket. He pulled out a large then a smaller ziploc bag, storing his rifle and ammo in the larger and the pistol in the smaller. He gave a sigh and light smile.
Doesn't matter what the others think, at least the guns'll work

General Lawrence shook his head. "This isn't some stupid horror movie, kid. This is real. Their is no adventure once you get down their, only fear. Get used to it."

Saya wondered if she was the only sane one here, the pilot says jump, she understood that, but the cig guy acted like nothing happened, and the ex commander was grinning like a maniac. She was deffinatly getting irritated by this. By the time she jumped out with a vest, here eyes were a deep red.

Alan grabbed the life jacket, sightly annoyed at having to move quickly. Attaching it, he took a last drag of his cigarette and tossed it to the side as the back hatch opened and he took a running leap, smiling the whole way.

Mick followed the others out the hatch and instictively went into a pencil to smoothly penetrate the surface of the water. When he swam back up, he quickly looked around for other heads bobbing in the water and keyed his headset.
"This is Talon 1, repeat Talon 1, everyone still in one piece?"
He was sure others were still behind him, but what was training good for if you didn't use it?

John grabbed and attached the life jacket to himself and ran out the back yelling "Woo-hooo, this is life!" He was grinning from ear-to ear, even if he would get killed, he would go out fighting!

Mick followed the others out the hatch and instictively went into a pencil to smoothly penetrate the surface of the water. When he swam back up, he quickly looked around for other heads bobbing in the water and keyed his headset.
"This is Talon 1, repeat Talon 1, everyone still in one piece?"
He was sure others were still behind him, but what was training good for if you didn't use it?

"Talon 1... whoever you are, keep it down. We have company, west bank." Alan whispered into his headset, already laying on the bank, sighting a group of zombies through his scope. "I'd say we've got at least 20 heading our way."

Saya heard the radio transmission shortly after she ressurfuced, "Yes, still in one piece". She replied. She noticed everyone around her was wearing the same stupid grin on their face. 'Men'! She thought with a sigh. She started swimming for shore to look for a nice sniping spot.

Everybody splashed down almost on top of each other, the plane roared over head and then pulled up to gain altitude. Edawrd Surfaced and swam to the shore, everyone followed. Soon after they reached the shore, Edarwd noticed something. Saya eyes were a deep red. He stumbled backwards, stammering "What are you?" The whole way back. General Lawrnece stopped him, and asked the same question to Saya.

Mick responded, much more quietly, to the transmission and swam ashore.
He had his guns and ammo de-bagged and was about to ask the same thing himself. His finger crept toward the trigger uneasily

She stopped swimming to answer the question: "How the hell am I supposed to know, as far as I know I'm just a human girl. My eyes always do this when I have to fight. Now if you'll excuse me, Commander, ex commander, I have to go find a sniping spot". She swam off thinking of how annoyed she was of that question.

Oblivious to what was going on behind him concerning Saya, Alan quickly slipped the silencer onto his SM-24. Sighting again, he realized that the zombies were getting even closer.

"Harland here, requesting permission to fire."

General Lawrence put his hand up, signaling mick to lower his weapon. "We aren;t going any where until you explain this." He said. He looked around for Edward and their he was, several feet away. The usual look of semi-scorn had faded, replaced by a stone-coldness that caused his blood to freeze. He had his rifle aimed right at Saya's head.

She stopped swimming to answer the question: "How the hell am I supposed to know, as far as I know I'm just a human girl. My eyes always do this when I have to fight. Now if you'll excuse me, Commander, cig boy, I have to go find a sniping spot". She swam off thinking of how annoyed she was of that question.

OOC: cig boy is Alan and is no where near you

Mick heard the transmission over his headset. He turned to see the creatures coming closer and screwed the silencer onto his pistol, then his rifle.
"Sir make that ditto for me," he said as he adjusted the integral scope and leveled the weapon. He to check himself from switching to auto.

General Lawrnece smabreled towards Edward, frantic to prevent him from pulling the trigger. His focus immideatly shifted from her to him. He lowered his rifle and shook his head. "sorry sir, didn't know what came over me." But General Lawrence did't stop their, he took his rifle from him and smacked him across the face with it. "Don't do it EVER agin!" He shouted. After that, once distant moans started comig closer....

"Son of a bitch." Alan swore. The General's shout had just made things even worse.

"Screw permission, Harland firing on unfriendlies." Harland spoke into his mic before squeezing his trigger, sending a single shot out at the approaching horde. Bulls-eye, the zombie went down with a hole in its forehead.

James gripped his modified Mk.19 assault rifle right after the pilot announced his plan to drop the group into a lake.

"Nice", he mumbled more to himself then to anyone around him and reached in one of the many Pockets on his BDU and pulled a litte olive bag out. This bag contained some things James deemed absolutely necessary for survining in the wildness without sufficient supply - and there was never enough supply, especially for Special Forces. He took a clear plastic bag out of the bag and fastened it over the barrel of his assault rifle.

He looked to the other soldiers, one of them who did the same . "Nice idea, buddy. Better to play safe with these rifles."

While speaking, he reached under his seat and pulled on the life vest which was stored there.
He looked to the woman who looked as much irritated over the jump plan as James himself. James knew nothing appropriate to say,so he just smiled assuringly for a second and then concentrated on the preparation of the jump.

After the jump in the lake, he swam out of it with his fellow soldiers and proceeded to secure the beach.

His headset made a cracking sound as it came to life and transmitted a message: "This is Talon 1, repeat Talon 1, everyone still in one piece?"

Routinely, James answered: "Talon 1, here Blue-2. All positive. No contact."

He looked around for the general who was pointing his gun at the head of the irritated woman from the plan. James walked towards them, keeping his head as low as possible.

"Sir, what's wrong here?", he asked.


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Ruthless Slaughter/Mick

Saya stopped again, "Look, the zombies are coming, can I answer this question after th". She than noticed the gun aimed at her head and gave a scream, her eyes fading back to the bright hazel that meant she was scared, "Okay, I'll explain, just don't let him shoot me"!

Almost immidiatly everyone turned, but a hold fire order crackled over the radio. "Let me deal with this, I caused it." Said the General. He dropped his magnum and grabbed Edawrds knife. "Be right back." He said, sprinting off into the darkness. They watched as several of the moans were silenced. He came back tossing the knife like a toy, but still running. "That was fun." He said, grinning from ear to ear. "Now, lets do this!"

Almost immidiatly everyone turned, but a hold fire order crackled over the radio. "Let me deal with this, I caused it." Said the General. He dropped his magnum and grabbed Edawrds knife. "Be right back." He said, sprinting off into the darkness. They watched as one by one, the moans were silenced. He came back tossing the knife like a toy. "That was fun." He said, grinning from ear to ear.

OOC: dude, 20 zombies on a 54 year old guy with a knife? Just a little god-modding isn't it?

Saya looked around and loaded her rifle, taking aim on the nearest zombie, and fired, and missed by a mile, but since there were so many she hit one anyway. She was still scared from Edward. She got yelled at as soon as the general got back, he said that she almost hit him.

Nope, let me explain. In a previous thread, I introduced him as a young marine, suffering from his familys death. He can harness his rage over this and use it as aweapon. (was the number of zombies in that group specifed? My bad if it was over five)

James looked bewildered at the general who was, holding a knife, running towards the zombies.
It was routine procedure for Tunksten soldiers to take care of the health of persons in higher ranks because they almost certain recieved better training and where more important to the mission. That a person holding a general's rank was running in serious trouble confused James profundly.

"Glad you're back.", he commented as he came back, obviously killed the zombies.

"Talon 1... whoever you are, keep it down. We have company, west bank." Alan whispered into his headset, already laying on the bank, sighting a group of zombies through his scope. "I'd say we've got at least 20 heading our way."

OOC: ^^ and then more came later when the General yelled.

OOC: dude, 20 zombies on a 54 year old guy with a knife? Just a little god-modding isn't it?

OOC: Hey, if it moves the plot along...
To Tunksten: Thanks, never took water into consideration when I made the rifle. Better safe than sorry.
IC:
Mick stared in amazement at the general.
"You gotta tell me how to do that when we get out of this," he said in awe. He had since lowered his rifle and walked to the group.

Saya was simply slinking in the back of the group hoping the general would forget about her. She was of course, not very hopeful on the subject.

OOC: Okay.

Weapon fire rippled towards the crowd of undead. All fell, either spines and limbs severed or dead. They all continued forward toward the town. Edawrd walkednext to Saya and said, "I'm watching you, and I still want an explination." Then left to region the other riflemen. General Lawrence picked up his pistol and spun te chamber, a trick he had learned in his days in the special forces. "I'll tell you some day." He said, holstering it.

Saya walked to the General, "Um, may I find a sniping spot now sir"?
OOC: I'm going to have this be after Mick talked to Saya.

He looked at her and looked away. "Go find one." he said, an edge creeping into his voice. "As soon as this is over, you owe me an explination." She dashed offinto the darkness, obviously looking for an enclosed space that is easily defendable.

Saya looked with gratitude torwards Mick, "Thanks, I guess I needed to hear that."

OOC: wasn't complaining much, just trying to make it real... anyways, I give command of my char to Tunksten if he wants it... I gotta go. If he doesn't want it, Alan will just tag along.

OOC: Actually I have to go soon to, anyone can control Saya while I'm gone, but I'll continue to control her until I leave.

Mick switched on his night vision, a gift from the Dominion before he left. The environment expanded before him, awash in a green glow.

"Nothing at the moment, but I get the feeling this was just the reception comittee. Something just occurred to me general: What if we find intact survivors?"

OOC: deleted the post Mereshka's referring to. just was some words of reassurance from Mick

ooc: You're welcome, Ruthless Slaughter. Our "tactic" to cope with this problem is pretty much the same as used by US soldiers at D-Day and other amphibious operations.

@Ambrose-Douglas: No problem, I'll take him. Anyway, I'll be off in some hours(maybe 2 or so) - its almost midnight over here.
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James teamed up with the others after the small shooting against the zombies. He came to walk right next to Saya.

"What's the Gen's Prob'?", he asked her when the general walked away, in the heavy short formes typical for Tunksten people. Always on the run was the unoffical motto of tunksten. "'Bit of combat paran- CONTACT!"

He threw himself on the ground, repeatedly firing on a nearby target. "Two on ten o'clock. Both down.", he reported, stood up and walked calmy next to Saya, as if nothing at all happened. "So?"

OOC: Don't worry, this thread won't be that big a plot point.

"The general does'nt like my eyes". She mumbled.
OOC: I gotta go now, sorry, I probobly won't be able to get back on until tomorrow, you guys can take turns RP'ing Saya if you want. If not just give her a good sniping spot and let her blow a few zombie heads off.

John saw 3 zombie's and fired at the zombie's with his CAR-15 , killing the zombies and said to Alan "This is definetly an adventure." He reloaded and awaited the next bunch.

General Lawrence began to speak, "If we do, we sned someone out with them to evac them. If they're armed, they're coming with us." Continuing into the town, everything had taken on an eerie quiet. Already they had come across several skeltons as well as abandoned barricades. But what was disturbing te most was the total lack of noise. A form up signal was given over the radio, and they all grouped together. "Heres the plan." General Lawrnece said, "We've got to remain absolutly quiet, remain in formation, as soon as we find a house that isn't barricaded we search it, other than that, we wait 'till dawn which will be in..." He glanced down at his watch, its glowing hands indicated the hours. "About three hours." A move out order was given over the radion and the squad continued.

OOC: Hey, United human countries, could you look over at your sign-up thread? I submitted a character a while ago...

Mick nervously looked around, his finger flexing on the trigger. It was quiet. Too quiet. Now where have I heard that before he thought to himself. The general was on the level, but it didn't take training to teach him that tension in a group was never a good thing. Especially in a high stress situation.
I guess I'll have to be the one who stays calm
He took a deep breath, which oddly enough did calm him down somewhat.
"You know," he wispered over the radio,"The only real advantage these guys have is numbers isn't it? I mean, we have the intelligence, the guns, and the speed. If we keep cool this should be a piece of cake right?"

John moved with the rest of the squad, horrified by what he had seen, if he got back to Calizorinstan alive, he would be a different man, he kept alert, and he looked cautiously about him, to check for zombies.

OOC: Saya, your going to be sniper, mainly 'cause I don't know what kind of choices you would make...

Several shots rang out in an alley as well as cries for help. They dashed towards it only to find a survivor being eaten alive. They fired with pinpoint accuracy, downing all the zombies wihout missing. They checked the zombie corpses and the survivors corpse, the zombies only reanimated a fe hours ago, due to the fact that their clothes were soaked in still wet blood. The survivor was dead, his throat torn and and his arm ripped off. General Lawrence backed off and gave the move out order. Edward didn't comply for a couple seconds, pulling the pin on an incindeary grenade and rolling it towards the pile.Flames engufed the corpses as they moved away. "at least someboyds was still alive." Came Johns dry response over the radio.

John who had done that dry remark on the radio said "I hate those SOB's for doing that, I hate them, and I have pleasure killing the zombies" in a whisper, and said about the zombies "May they rot in the devil's land."

OOC: GTR, welcome to the squad, let me drop you in somewhere....

"Youre... eyes?", he asked with a shake of the head. "Whatever."

The squad gathered around the general who gave orders about the precise mission. James nodded. "Positive, Sir!", he replied and looked to the other soldiers. "Maybe we should form fireteams to maximize our searching results. Squad radio should be sufficent to communicate", he whispered his suggestion. "Maybe Harland and I should stay with you, Sir."

"You know, the only real advantage these guys have is numbers isn't it? I mean, we have the intelligence, the guns, and the speed. If we keep cool this should be a piece of cake right?", Mick Hawkins whispered over the radio.

"Ne'r underestimate the en'my. But mainly, you're right.", he smiled and proceeded to sneak down the street. "No noise. Not even moaning.", he thought. "Creepy. As before a thunderstorm..:"

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ooc: Mainly to keep Ambrose-Douglas/Alan Harland with us while his player's not here.

John Macked looked around, and saw a zombie dash out a building towards them, but before the zombie could do anything threatning, John pulled out his Model 25 .45 and shot the zombie 4 times and said "I have 6 round's, and I have a .45 Colt, do you ya feel lucky dead zombie?" mocking the Dirty Harry quote and reloaded the Model 25 and put it back in the holster.

Continuing on, they heard more gunshots. Racing to try and get their in time, they found three survivors, one armed, the others not. Several corpses littered the edges of the barricade. The squad provided suppresive fire until the zombies were exterminated. They climed over the barricades and into the open are where the survivors were. An immediate change came into the generals eyes. The survivors are a man, a woman and a young girl, presumebly the daughter. Immediatly he flashed back to that day.....

Thirty years ago....
Captain Lawrence grinned and shaded his eyes, it was a beautiful day and he had just recived a promotion. He had been stationed in Aliston for about two months, and he couldn't wait to tell his wife the good news. His car pulled into the rough driveway of his home, he got out and slammed the door. Everything around seemed earily quiet. He looked around, trying to discern what made alarm bells ring in his head and then looked up at his home. He hadn't noticed it before, but the front door was slightly ajar, he drew his barreta and enetered his house. Even the house was earily quiet. Upstairs, muffled noises emmenated from one of the bedrroms. He clicked off the safety catch and slowly walekd up the stairs. All of the doors looked like they had been ripped off their hinges. The closest door was the door to his daughters bedroom. Throwing catuion to the wind, he dashed in. What he saw horrified him. Blood splattered the walls, and a man was bent over the mangled corpse of his daughter. He kicked him off her and looked at his daughter, she was dead, eaten appearently. The....thing, for he was convinced it was not a man, grabbed his shoe and pulled its mouth towards his foot. His combat instincts, honed in years of war, automatically aimed the pistol at its head and fired. It fell, silent and un moving.He heard crashing from his wifes room and turned, only to be smacked by his wife. But it wasn't, at least, not any more. She was covered in blood and bite marks, and was now reaching for his gun arm. His eyes filled with tears, and he knocked her to the floor, chect racked with sobs. He took careful aim, whispered "I'm sorry" and pulled the trigger.

John said to the survivors"We are the squad sent here to assist the survivor's in eliminating this zombie threat." He out of the corner of his eye saw a zombie creeping up along the street and fired 7 shot's from his CAR-15 at the zombie dropping it, and it died he presumed but fired 2 more shot's at it just in case and said "We should keep an eye out here, there are more, we need to evac these survivor's before anything happens."

Emma stood in a muddy field, looking around. She was a little disoriented. After the drop, she'd been seperated from the rest of the team by a sudden current. She had to sling both of her longarms, barrels-down, to let them dry before firing them. Luckily, her pockets were water-proofed, so the M-14 and GLOCK magazines were still okay, although her 12-guage shells were ruined.

Her GLOCK was dry, however. Emma hefted it a little, and started walking, towards the village were she'd heard gunshots earlier. It was possible that the team was there, but she couldn't be sure. Her radio was useless, shorted out by the plunge into water. Emma just hoped they wouldn't shoot her on reflex when she showed up at the edge of the village.

Edward noticed that General lawrence had fallen into a daze and was leaning against a wall. Taking advantage of the situation, he called for an evac of the three survivors. The evac chopper replied with a confirmation as well as additonal orders from command to locate and secure a sample of the virus.
OOC: GTR, this is where you come in.

Edward noticed that General lawrence had fallen into a daze and was leaning against a wall. Taking advantage of the situation, he called for an evac of the three survivors. The evac chopper replied with more news. "We got a new recruit, appearently the washout test wasn't fair on that one. We'll be transporting this one in, just get to the evac point."
OOC: GTR, this is where you come in.

OOC: Oh... huh. Oops. D'you mind if I stick to my above post instead? I'll delete it if you do...

John saw 6 zombie's walking along the street, and no one seemed to have noticed except Alan, who was firing, and John loaded a grenade into his M203 grenade launcher, and lobbed a shot at the 4 remaining zombie's, blowing them up, he fired some 9mm round's from the CAR-15 into the bodies of the zombies to make sure that they were dead.

OOC, keep to that one, I'll put you as the late arriver who had to hitch a ride in the equipment bay.

James looked into the eyes of the general and immediately recognised the state of mind he was in. He has seen it far too often in the eyes of other veterans. The general was having a flashback.

James decided not to draw general attention to this in order to foster squad moral and the belief in the general.

James look down to the young girl of the survivors who was quite shaken by the things she must have witnessed. He kneeled down and opened a bag where he stored a opened standard ration of the Tunksten military, because he knew that there would be a candy bar, which he gave to the girl.

He then heard shots just behind him, firing down the streets. His assault rifle pointed to the ground he ran towards the shooting soldiers in order to assist them.

John turned to James "The zombie's are dead, you give the girl the candy bar, I see the evac helicopter coming, that's good news."

Edward loved it, the thrill of being able to kill without reprocussions. He emptied ever single shot with pin point precision, taking down several of his attackers. He reloaded, and fifteen more shots lashed out at the group of zombies shambling towards them. But something was happening, the zombies were shuddering. Things were ripping out of there hands, their elbows were getting bent at odd angles, and, most frightening, they started to speed up.

OOC: Good news. I was able to get on a helluva lot earlier than expected, now if you don't mind I'm taking control of Saya again.
IC: Say was on the roof of the old Chapel, shooting every zombie in sight. She saw movement onthe edge of the village, (Emma) and noticed it didn't walk like a zombie, she decided to shoot near the person to see if it reacted, if it did, she apoligisies after the mission, if it does'nt, it dies. A shot rang out, and a cloud of dirt erupted right next to the figure.

John noticed this too with growing concern, but he opened a devestating volley with his 9mm, and then he lobbed some grenade's with his M203, killing a whole group of zombie's, and repeated this with the next bunch.

General Lawrnece snapped out of his flahsback in time to see the last of the zombies downed. He picked himself up off the floor and asked. 'What'd I miss?" James looked at him and grinned, "Only the most exciting combat I've ever seen!"

Emma got to the village and jogged to the nearest house. As she made the run, a bullet landed near her, and she crouched for a second, then kept moving towards the building. She looked around a bit, making sure the area was as clear as possible. After the sweep, she eased open the front door, pistol at the ready. Sure enough, there was a zombie in the room. As the zombie stood and began to shuffle towards her, she quickly moved in, closed the door, and took careful aim at the zombie's brain case.

Emma inhaled and pulled the trigger. The shot was deafening in the closed environment, and the zombie paused for a second, looking shocked despite its loss of humanity and emotion. Then, it sank to the floor, and Emma swept the lower floor of the house, before moving to the second level. Again, she made sure all the rooms were clear, and clambered onto the roof of the building from one of the windows. She'd heard gunshots and a grenade explosion, and looked for the source of them. Emma pulled out the 10X scope she kept for her rifle, and scanned the town... and eventually found the source. A couple of trigger-happy members of the team, unloading rounds into already neutralized zombies. She also so Saya, who was scoping her back. Emma grinned and waved.

Sighing, she stood at the peak of the roof, pulled a signal flare out of her back, and lit it, hoping the incoming helicopter would see it and give her a lift towards friendly forces; there were to many zombies between them and her to make it on foot.

OOC: Edited the above to include the shot Saya took at Emma.

John reloaded his CAR-15, and M203, and saw another bunch, and lobbed some grenade's with the M203, then opened fire on them, knocking several zombie's down, and said "This is the most tense combat I've ever been in."

Saya saw that the figure did react. 'Looks like I have an apology to make.' She though to herself. 'Ah well, it seems most of the zombies are dead, well, more dead.' She looked around and started shooting those that were'nt. She then hopped into the evac chopper and headed home. Well, a barracks anyway.

The evac hovered over the house, signlaing Emma to climb aboard, then dropped a ladder. Everyone at the barricade had now taken defensive positions and were waiting for daylight. They flagged down the evac chopper and the General himself had helped the family on board. The chopper took off and now they had the task of waiting the long hours until daylight......

OOC: Sorry, had to get some dinner

IC:
"Mary mother of God..." Mick muttered under his breath as the zombies sped up. His training kicked in as he dropped his rifle to the sling around his neck and pulled the DSP. Each shot from the 12 round clip made a muffled thump as one after the other zombies began to fall. He hit the eject button, allowing the empty clip to drop into a dump bag on his right hip before reloading and opening up again.
We find survivors right as this happens, could things really get ay worse?

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With the ordeal over and the family evacuated, Mick hunkered down with the others and pulled out a ration bar.

"Let's see. The flavor of the day is...peanut butter. Fantastic...Maybe it's the people who make ration packs we should be shooting," he said in a whisper to no one in particular.

OOC: Does this mean that mission one is over?

John asked "What happen's at daylight, in the dark, how are we going to see the zombies?" He said this before he fired at more zombie's emerging and said "Luckily there's only 130 of them, and I've counted 45 down so far today, 85 to go!" He said cheerfully as he fired his M203 at a group of zombie's emerging from a house and said "At least the survivor's will be safe..
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The squad continued to hamme the zombies well intothe daylight hours, the noise from the evac chopper had attracted them. Seconds after they downed the last wave that was rushing at them, they got a call from command. "Sure you haven't been counting the bodies." Said the radio operator, "But we have. In two hours you have managed to down almost every zombie in the area. Nice work, head on home." Edward moved away from the wall and responded. "What about the mop up?" "We have more then one team, you guys are our main force though." Replied the radio operartor.

John climbed in the evac helicopter and grinned as the other's climbed in and said "Thew thought that heck was never going to end." He reloaded, ready to give cover fire incase the zombie's attempting to attack any member's getting in the helicopter.

"You call this tense?", James asked and laughed while he reloaded his rifle. James noticed that the zombies began to act faster, too, and it alarmed him. "Zombis' speedin' up.", he said and fired short salves aimed to the heads of oncoming undeads.

"Over the hours were certainly would get a ammunition probleme here...", he tought and fired some aimed shots at the zombies.

Emma stood on the bottom rung of the ladder and hooked her arm into one of the rungs. She gave a go-ahead hand signal to the pilot, and was airlifted to the main force of the QCS. As they went, Emma climbed up the later, and eventually made her way into the hull of the chopper. She grabbed one of the rifles stowed on a rack, and got ready to cover the rest of the team.

"Sounds good, When we're done here the barracks is gonna be lookin' real comfy," Mick said as he plugged another group of zombies with precision head shots. He checked his ammo while reloading.
Another good thing we're almost done: I'm starting to run low and shipping new ammo in from home isn't exactly fast.

Saya sat in the chopper just being happy she was alive. She had never seen so many zombies in one place, when her home was overrun there were only about ten. But ten had been enough she thought angrily, her eyes starting to change again. 'No, calm down Saya, we don't want anymore questions.' Although Saya herself wasn't quite sure why her eyes changed color, she still didn't like questions about them. 'Ah well, might as well get some sleep' With that she abruptly curled up and fell asleep.
OOC: Wait, we're not in the chopper yet huh? Damnit, well, this post is for when we are.

OOC: Yup, its a short mission, so we'll be going back to the zombie hunters thread until I come up with a new mission.

General Lawrence grinned, "I agree whole heartedly with ya', thats why I always pack a lunch." He pulled a ham sandwich out from his pouch. He took a bite and smiled. "Mmmmm, good old home cooking." He said. Everyone in the squad glared. 'What? Man loves his own cooking! In the mean time, call in that evac chopper, lets go home."

Edward continued to plug away at the zombies, which had started to speed up signifigantly and grow what appeared to be claws.
OOC: This is what I meant by changes in the zombies

IC:
The zombies were now becoming few and far between, and they all heard the choppers in the distance. Soon they would be back home, the nightmare would be over...for now.

Mick fired his last rifle round, satisfied that it pierced the head of one and slammed into the head of one right behind it. He cursed as his next trigger pull only gave a resounding click. He dropped the rifle around his neck again and pulled his psitol.
Thinkin maybe a laser's worth investing in for this puppy. I'll have the guys send one with my next ammo shipment...
He continued to drop zombies as the sound of rotors grew louder. The helicopters could be seen in the distance. At last, the ordeal ends.

The helicopter had gotten into firing range of the zombies. Emma had spent the short transit mounting the scope on her M-14. She took aim and started firing, the rounds shattering the skulls of the apporoaching zombies. She shouted down at the QCS team, urging them to hurry it up.

Heavy machine gun fire ripped into the last of the zombies approaching the barricade. Two choppers touched down, one for the evac of Squad one, the other to deliver squad two. They all climbed into the chopper, except for General Lawrence. "Think I'm going to stay here and supervise the other squad, see if I can get some intel on those other zombies." He saluted the sqaud then went towards the other chopper. The pilot up front waved to them. "Remember me, I'm the guy who dumped you in this hell hole. Names Frank, and I just got the honor of being your official pilot, when we get back, drinks are on me." Minutes later they were flying off to the QCS headquarters.

OOC:Whooops

IC:

John kept firing his M203 and CAR-15 at zombie's, 20 years of marksmanship had made him a deadly shot to be reckoned with. He lobbed his M203 at a group of zombie's in the street, blowing them up, then he fired his CAR-15 9mm at 2 running toward's them at full pace, the rotor's grew louder, finally the ordeal ends he thought, but that didn't stop him from concetrating, lot's of men he knew had been killed by taking their concertration off the target, and he wouldn't let the thought of going home take his concetration off shooting zombies.

OOC: That was good everybody, post your last bits here then go to the zombie hunter thread for further stuff, thingy, whatevers.

John climbed up into the first chopper and said to Frank "You are sure right about it being a "hell hole", I don't think you know what being stuck in zombie city is like for 12 hour's, I am officialy out of ammo." He sat back and helped the other's on board, he then sat down and wiped his brow and relaxed, it had been a crazy 12 hours, from insertion to firefight. He had thought he had been in a fight for his life before, but he had been wrong.

Heavy machine gun fire ripped into the last of the zombies approaching the barricade. Two choppers touched down, one for the evac of Squad one, the other to deliver squad two. They all climbed into the chopper, except for General Lawrence. "Think I'm going to stay here and supervise the other squad, see if I can get some intel on those other zombies." He saluted the sqaud then went towards the other chopper. The pilot up front waved to them. "Remember me, I'm the guy who dumped you in this hell hole. Names Frank, and I just got the honor of being your official pilot, when we get back, drinks are on me." Minutes later they were flying off to the QCS headquarters.

"Hey," Mick replied with a laugh and a grin, "I'll hold ya to that. Tequila on the rocks is my drink of choice."

Frank chuckled. "Well, little do you reaize that I picked up an extra passenger." Everyone looked at him. "Thats right, my right wing snagged a hithicker who managed to get inot the cabin, was as esay as shoving him out the door though." John just stared. "that doesn't count....." he murmered.

John said to Frank "Was that a zombie you're talking about, is he dead I hope?" He prayed that Frank wasn't a zombie.

Yup, a zombie. Little bastard grabbed my jacket, NO ONE TOUCHES MY JACKET!" He shouted at the whole cabin. "S then i kinda grabbed him and threw him out. And to make your fears dissapear, if he bit me, i wouldn't be here."

Saya was roused by the pilots shout, her eyes instantly going red, "Will you people keep it down, I'm trying to sleep!" She glared daggers at the pilot, then went back to sleep.

John sat back as they flew off and said "Frank, it was a hell hole down there for 12 hour's, my goodness, wave's of zombie's coming, but luckily my CAR-15 SOPMOD dispatched them with ease." He sat back and took off his helmet, and wiped it with a wet rag.