NationStates Jolt Archive

December 12, 2012 12:45 A.M.

An asteroid has impacted the Antarctic. NASA scientists, intent on studying a relic of the past have brought it back to Houston, Texas unknowing of the deadly substance they have been breathing in for the past few hours.

December 13, 2012 1:06 P.M.

While studying the asteroid, a scientist has found something extrodinary: Life within the rock from space. The answer to the great question has been answered: we r not alone.
and that answer will doom mankind.

December 15, 2012

the event has been highly publicized in every newspaper, forum, and news channel all over the world.
a conference has been organized to be set up in Europe. one of the scientists who first found the asteroid is scheduled to speak,
While the other scientists r scheduled to tour America.
the Airborne version of the virus will become an epidemic within 36 hours

December 17, 2012

The Red Eye flight to Europe out of JFK international airport was about to land in Paris, France.
The feverish scientist sat in his seat, sweating profusely. Blearly Eyed, he looks around the cabin, his pulse quickens. he takes off his seatbelt, intent on going to the bathroom. he is too weak. his heart stops. his eyes close.

His eyes snap wide open. His blood shot eyes gaze at the man across the aisle.

IT HAS BEGUN!!!

if u wish to join this RP please come up with ur character and describe his/her strengths and weakneses and appearance. this RP will last from 2012 to the climax in 2032.
have fun
:sniper:

In the Vatican, atop the wall, an older priest stood watching the city sleep below him. He was slender, though he showed muscle tone. His sandy brown hair, starting to gray at the temples, was kept short, and his gray eyes spoke of having viewed things he would rather forget. He was a former NAVY Seal, having given up that life for one of his faith. He had been promoted to the rank of a Legate, or Representative of the Vatican, through the assistance

Now, he didn't even work for the Swiss Guard, but as Legate for the Vatican. He had been chosen as one of the ones to go to the conference, but was not looking forward to it. He had studied Science for years, and was a man of both, but he feared asteroids. He had read to many stories about viruses coming to earth on their backs, and was nervous about the meeting.

"Fr. Michael, a word with you for a moment," an Italian voice called from behind him.

Turning, Fr. Michael Sullivan saw Fr. Gabrielle Amorth coming towards him. "Hello Fr, Amorth, what are you doing down this far south, last I heard, you were on the Rubicon, helping out families there."

"I was, but the Holy Father asked me to return," Fr. Amorth responded. Suddenly, his face went from jovial worry to edged concern. "Fr. Michael, be careful, I think something might have come down with that rock. Something not of this world. Be careful."

"Fr. Amorth, are you saying a demon came down on that rock?" Fr. Michael asked, a bemused smile on his face.

"Don't patronise me, I don't think it was a demon. I know them well enough." Fr. Amorth heaped scorn into his voice. "This is something else. Promise me you will be careful?"

"Of course Father." Fr. Michael responded.

"Good, now I am off." And with that, Fr. Amorth turned and left.

The next morning, Fr. Michael, along with his translator, began to make their way to Paris. They boarded the train, and made their way north and then west, on the direct line to Paris. The two of them stepped out of the train and boarded a car, provided by the Archbishop, and were taken to the rectory near Notre Dame, where they would be staying for the duration of the Conference.

Fr. Michael made his way to the top of the bell tower, and looked out toward the airport, watching the Red Eye out of JFK, as it made its way in.

The Scientist lunged forward!!
Fear and adrenaline filled the man across the aisle but it was too late.
The scientist sunk his teeth into his throat, blood spouting from the Jugular. There were screams through out the plane.
CRACK!!!
went the retort of a gun fired by the onboard Air Marshall.

The bullet hit the scientist center mass.
the scientist looked up from his meal to see this new target standing and holding a gun. he charged.
CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!
The scientist knocked the gun to the side and sunk his teeth into the jugular. no time to worry about his previous kill when he had this.

the first victim clutched his throat, gasping for air. heart beating fast as a fever set in. the heart stopped eyes closed.

his eyes snapped wide open, bloodshot. found his prey and lunged.


the infection spread quickly through the cabin. those that were not infected were being ripped to shreds by those who were.
the pilots had no idea what was going on, all they knew is that some1 was trying to get into the cockpit.


"FUCK" the captain swore, "Terrorists."

"Quickly put her down!!" the copilot screamed over the chaos back in the cabin, "We're almost there!!!"
they could see the runway.
they told the control tower their situation and were immidiately given clearance to land.

when they landed they were met with a counter-terror team.
the door on the side of the plane opened and a ladder was set up.

Paris, the city of love, would soon become the city of carnage and blood.

Flagstaff, Arizona

Ullesse MacCormick woke up to the sounds of sirens and gunfire.:mp5:
he pulled the curtains back on his apartment window. the sight below stunned him. fires were raging, there was blood all over the streets, cars were overturned. a man was being chased by a large group of other men, the others tackled him and began devouring him, blood was gushing. Ullesse (Uly for short) gasped. one of those things down on the street looked up at him. Uly was on the second story. their eyes locked and he stared into its eyes. they were bloodshot and had the look of bloodlust in them. It charged for the entrance to the complex.
it pounded on the door of the complex.
the others looked up from their meal and ran towards the door as well.

"Shit!" Uly yelled as he raced for his gun safe...

The Scientist lunged forward!!
Fear and adrenaline filled the man across the aisle but it was too late.
The scientist sunk his teeth into his throat, blood spouting from the Jugular. There were screams through out the plane.
CRACK!!!
went the retort of a gun fired by the onboard Air Marshall.

The bullet hit the scientist center mass.
the scientist looked up from his meal to see this new target standing and holding a gun. he charged.
CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!
The scientist knocked the gun to the side and sunk his teeth into the jugular. no time to worry about his previous kill when he had this.

the first victim clutched his throat, gasping for air. heart beating fast as a fever set in. the heart stopped eyes closed.

his eyes snapped wide open, bloodshot. found his prey and lunged.


the infection spread quickly through the cabin. those that were not infected were being ripped to shreds by those who were.
the pilots had no idea what was going on, all they knew is that some1 was trying to get into the cockpit.


"FUCK" the captain swore, "Terrorists."

"Quickly put her down!!" the copilot screamed over the chaos back in the cabin, "We're almost there!!!"
they could see the runway.
they told the control tower their situation and were immidiately given clearance to land.

when they landed they were met with a counter-terror team.
the door on the side of the plane opened and a ladder was set up.

Paris, the city of love, would soon become the city of carnage and blood.

Fr. Michael watched as the plane came in quickly, its lights dim in the distance.

"Tabernac," he muttered, suddenly taking Fr. Amorth's advice for face value.

"The old Exorcist always did know what he was talking about."

Rushing down, he found his translator swearing loudly, cursing every demon the man knew.

"What is it?" Fr. Michael asked.

"Some kind of Infection, re-animated the entire plane," the layman responded.

"MOP 1 for all personnel, I don't want anyone out there without masks." Turning to the Archbishop, he shouted, "Contact the Vatican, tell them to shut down and lockout the city."

OOC: Do you mind if I play as the Vatican as well?

no.
as long as this creates a good story line i don't care where u r on the planet.

"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!!!!" Uly said as he listened to the footfalls coming up the stairs, coming ever closer. then there was the banging on his door as he loaded a .22 magazine. the door splintered as an arm came reaching through.
the door burst open and in came one of those things, one of The Infected (Uly knew nothing of the infections at this point in time though)
Uly put one round into the things skull, and one by one they flooded in, each being dropped like a sack of potatoes. then came the last one.
it charged in, Uly fired one round. CLUNK!! the thing kept coming. CLUNK !!! CLUNK!!!! CLUNK!!!! were the only sounds that were made in the apartment. then finally a CLICK!!! Uly was out of ammo.the thing grabbed him by the throat and shoved him against the kitchen counter, trying to get at his throat with its teeth. Uly was holding it at bay with one hand while the other searched the counter.
he felt the contour of a knife. he took it and shoved the blade into the thing's eye.
it finally "died"
further inspection of the body revealed a surgically implanted metal plate.
Uly heard bangings in other rooms of the apartment.
"Shit!" Uly said as he began filling up several mags of .22, .45, and.222 rounds.:sniper:

Fr. Michael was holed up in Notre Dame. Alongside him where several civilians, blue-collar workers mostly. There where some fellow priests in there, as well as a soldier with the French Army.

Looking around, he could see that they where in trouble. The civilians where armed with axes, hammers, crowbars, even a few machetes, but there where no guns. And sadly, no nails either.

"Lets pull these pews over to the door, I want a barricade formed at each one."

The soldier and a couple of the civilians, carpenters by their looks, fell to it with a will, but they where not fast enough.

A zack bashed opened one of the doors, and several of them started filtering in, moving up the stairs.

As the group moved to that back door, they didn't notice the disturbed dust, and barricaded it as well, trapping themselves in the Cathedral with one of the monsters.

"Okay, lets start looking around, see what we can find. Maybe there are some old Maquis weapons stashed upstairs."

Three of the Blue-Collar guys volunteered to search the upstairs, and started moving.

Reaching the second floor, they split up, with one searching that floor, and the other two making their way up to the bell tower.

As soon as the two bell tower searchers were gone up the stairs, the third guy found that he suddenly couldn't breath, as jagged somethings chewed into his throat. Looking down, he saw a Zombie had bitten down on his jugular.

He was able to mouth the oath tabernac before he fell silent to the floor.

Fr. Michael was holed up in Notre Dame. Alongside him where several civilians, blue-collar workers mostly. There where some fellow priests in there, as well as a soldier with the French Army.

Looking around, he could see that they where in trouble. The civilians where armed with axes, hammers, crowbars, even a few machetes, but there where no guns. And sadly, no nails either.

"Lets pull these pews over to the door, I want a barricade formed at each one."

The soldier and a couple of the civilians, carpenters by their looks, fell to it with a will, but they where not fast enough.

A zack bashed opened one of the doors, and several of them started filtering in, moving up the stairs.

As the group moved to that back door, they didn't notice the disturbed dust, and barricaded it as well, trapping themselves in the Cathedral with one of the monsters.

"Okay, lets start looking around, see what we can find. Maybe there are some old Maquis weapons stashed upstairs."

Three of the Blue-Collar guys volunteered to search the upstairs, and started moving.

Reaching the second floor, they split up, with one searching that floor, and the other two making their way up to the bell tower.

As soon as the two bell tower searchers were gone up the stairs, the third guy found that he suddenly couldn't breath, as jagged somethings chewed into his throat. Looking down, he saw a Zombie had bitten down on his jugular.

He was able to mouth the oath tabernac before he fell silent to the floor.

i assume u read World War Z.
good book.

James West woke up in his apartment on the seventh floor in the apartment complex close by Hell's Kitchen in New York City. A man of twenty-five, he had recently been dumped by his long term girlfriend; Jennifer. He had seen her a few times at different parties, she had been with another man each time. He didn't know who the other man was, but he was determined to find out.

He flopped out of his bed, he lived with his roomate; Frank Bellmonte, who didn't appear to be in bed at the moment. He stumbled out of the room, over all the junk on the floor. James himself worked in an office building, and Frank was currently unemployed. He walked into the living room, the tv was on and Frank was sitting there watching cartoons. James sat down on the couch next to him, and changed the channel to the news. There was a reporter, in France...

" Reports are coming in that the situation is elevating even as we speak.. officials do not want to comment directly on it yet..."

"Screw you man," Frank said before changing the channel back to Bugs Bunny. "You don't get control over the TV till its your TV Time, and that's not till 3."

"Whatever," James said, and got up and walked over to the kitchen, and started making himself some breakfast. "You know, our neighbor, Mr. Thomas, he's in France right now, he's supposed to be coming home sometime tomorrow."

"Good for him," Frank said. "Never liked that guy, I hope he dies."

James shook his head, and poured himself a cup of coffee. He had a feeling this day was going to be just another boring day.

Uly had two .22 carbines on his back, a .45 tucked inside his pants, several steak knives in his belt, a pocket full of shot gun shells, and a sawed off shot gun in his right hand. the funny thing was, he was a pacifist who only used these weapons for sport shooting.
he flipped open his cell phone. "Searching for service" it said. he knew that reception in Flagstaff was bad but he always had one or two bars when in town.
he went to the computer and logged on to the internet, "your attempt to log on failed, please try again." he checked the dial-up modem, it was on.
he flipped on the T.V. "Please stand by for the Emergency Broadcast system." he changed the channel, "Please stand by for the Emergency Broadcast system."
"Please..."
"Please..."
"Please..."
every channel was out of service.
he flipped on the radio, static.
88.1 static
92.9 static
103.0 static
110.9 "Ladies and Gentlemen," [I]thank God[I]Uly thought "I regret to inform u that although we said we were going to stay on air as long as we could, our barricades r starting to be breached. i just want to say that even though i never met over 90% of u, i just want to say that i love u all. please try to make it through this. Good night, good luck, and God Bless."
CRACK!!!!!!
the radio went silent.

Cautiously, Uly moved out of his apartment, shot gun poised as he walked down the stairs. somewhere in a first floor apartment he heard some1 screaming "NO MOMMY!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!!"
"Jesus Christ." Uly said under his breath. he didn't believe in God, but he had a feeling that at the end of this he would believe.
he reached ground level and caustiously crossed the street, using overturned cars as cover. he sprinted across an open stretch of ground and made it onto the Urban Trail.
he made his way north along the foot path, heading for his friends house.
along the path, he came across a baby carrage* (Spelt wrong i know :headbang: ) there was blood all over the near by area along with bits of bone and flesh strewn on the dirt. he looked into the carrage* (spelt wrong i know :headbang: ) in there, strapped down by a seat belt was a baby, legs gone half an arm eaten, missing an ear. "HOLY SHIT!" uly said as he stared at the deceased child. but when he said it, the baby lifted its head and looked up at him with its half eaten face and one eye. the one eye was blood shot and looked hungry for flesh.It tried reaching out with its one good arm for him.:eek:
Uly turned and ran down the foot path untill he couldn't see the carrage* (Spelt wrong i know :headbang: ) anymore.
but the true horrors were about to begin.

James West came home from work that night. Another boring day at working, almost no one had come in to work that day actually, everyone had called in sick. And according to the news, it seemed to be worldwide almost, some sickness, they didn't go into much detail though. There was also talk about mass riots all over the place. People in big cities were evacuating, it seemed almost exciting really.

He turned the corner, walking down the sidewalk. He didn't actually own a car, with all the public transportation in the city, and the prices of gas, he thought it'd be smarter just to walk or take the bus. He was on his road now, approaching the apartment building. Way down the street he saw something strange, three people were running in terror, and a fourth person was chasing after them, catching up on them pretty quickly. James didn't like to witness a crime, but even more, he didn't like to be involved with them. With a thud, a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder, he jumped and looked behind him, it was Frank. He had an ice cream cone in his hand.

"What the hell Frank, don't do that!" James shouted.
"Sorry, didn't think it'd scare you," Frank said, taking a lick of his ice cream cone. "Want some?"
"What?" James said, as he had turned back looking down the street where the other people had been before. "No. Come on, lets get inside."

They walked up the stairs and got to their floor. They looked over at Mr. Thomas's door, and there was a mess in front of the door. James walked up and knocked on the door.
"Hello?" He asked, there was no reply.
"Oh well," Frank said. "Let's go inside."
And the two walked inside their apartment, and locked the door.

OOC: Is it to late? If not heres mine...

Tokyo, Japan

Captain Brandon Williams was on patrol at the US embassy. He had heard radio reports of civil disturbances in the downtown area, and had been pulled off hsi break time to bulk up the other soldiers their. For the past few hours he had heard gunshots, explosions and screams coming from less the two miles away. One of the snipers on the walls has spotted a "crazed" civilian feasting on a corpse and put a round through his head. A screeching of metal caught his attention. Twenty people had dashed up to the gate and started beating on it, what stood out ost was that all of them had severe wounds on their body, so severe tht they should be collapsed in pain and incoherent. The crowd surged forward again the gate shuddered but held. By now, the entire military garrison had goten to the gate and was calling for the crowd to dissapate. The crowd gave one last heave and the gate crashed off its hinges. The soldiers instantly opened fire, rounds ripping into the crowd. A few fell, but the rest surged foward. Captain Williams paniced and threw a grenade into the crowd, it detonated and remains splattered over several of the soldiers. They gasped and looked like they were choking before they fell to the ground. they got up a few seconds later, and one dashed towards another soldier. With incredible ferocity, he tore off the other soldiers arm and bit through his neck, blodd gshing out in fountains. Cpt. Williams panied and raced towards the embassy, the crowd in pusuit. He heard the roar of a helicopter and dashed onto the roof, it had already taken off. He ran to the edge of the roof and jumped, grabbing the skis and pulling himself inside. Every weapon instantly pointed at him. He held up hsi hands and shouted "Don't shoot!" They lowered their weapons and the helicopter roared over the city. Below, the infected ran through the streets, chasing what surviovrs remained. He saw a horrifying sight, one of the creatures was dragging a small child out a window, then proceeded to tear him to pieces. He looked away and almost threw up, years of war had helped him contain that urge.

thanks 4 joining.
no its not too late.
oh, and the zombies we're going up against run, make no sound (Moans), stalk their prey untill the appropriate time of action, will often work to together to bring down a kill, and will cannibilize each other if there's not enough food at the moment.

Uly continued running,
he was getting near his friends house now.
Chandler Jameson had been Uly's friend since middle school, they went paintballing often but hadn't spoken in a very long time.
he went off of the Urban Trail and ran into the Culdesac.
something in the center of it was slowly crawling towards him.as Uly neared, he drew his Colt .45. the thing had nothing below the waist, its chest cavity was ripped open and u could see the heart pumping. it had the same blood shot crazy eyes as the rest of them.
CRACK!!!!!
he neared Chandler's house and saw that it was heavily barricaded with scratch marks all over the wood along with smeared blood.
"Please be there, Please be there!!!" Uly thought aloud as he neared the door.
then he heard it, foot falls. dozens of them about a block a way.
"Shit!!!" Uly ran to the door and started pounding on it.
"Any one in there!!"
there was no reply.
"Please, they're coming i need a place to hide.
"There's no more room for another person, find your own place!" it was Chandler's voice.
"Chandler!? Thank God, Chandler its Uly!!!" Uly turned to see one of the Infected sprinting towards him on the other side of the Culdesac, 30 seconds.
Uly began pounding on the door.
"LET ME IN GOD DAMN IT!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!" the door opened and Uly fell inside. some1 grabbed him and started to drag him inside.
instinctively, Uly began to kick and punch. "STOP IT U JACKASS!!!" some1 yelled at him. Uly looked up and saw a kind female face staring down at him.
CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! went the retort of a shotgun, then the slamming of a door.

The two got to the couch, and sat down. Frank continued to eat his ice cream cone, rather quickly. James grabbed the remote and turned on the tv, he then opened the can of pepsi he had in his other hand. The television came on, the channel was Cartoon Network, however there were no cartoons. Instead it was a blue screen with white letters that said "Please Stand By". Down in the bottom corner was the cartoon network logo though.

James flipped through a couple of channels to find them all like that. Every single channel was off air. Except one, NBC news. There was one anchorman, he sat in a lone chair at the desk. His face was grim, but it looked like he was trying to stay calm. "...the US government has declared it a state of national emergency. Contact between countries in Europe has dwindled down drastically, and in some countries, there is none at all. What was first declared as a new form of the flu has escaladed into a full blown epidemic. The disease seems to... if I have this correct... bring the dead back to life."

"Balls..." Frank said, pausing from his ice cream cone to look at the tv in awe.

"While the origin of this disease is unknown... scientists theorize it came from the asteroid that came down over antartica. There is no known cure, but the symptoms are very easy to identify. It seems to be communicable through blood or saliva, though air born isn't ruled out. If infected, the victim will begin to sweat, and go into a form of seizure. Their body will lose life for a few seconds, but then later they will.. stand back up again. After revival they seem to have very little brain waves, except for the instict to hunt. It is also known the only way to kill one is to... remove the head, or destroy the brain."

"Tits," Frank said in awe again.
James however had been staring at the tv wide eyed and opened mouth. When the word "tits" came out of Frank's mouth, he looked over at Frank with the same expression.
"You have ice cream on your glasses," James said, and stood up.

Frank took off his glasses and wiped them off on his shirt. "What are we going to do?"
"The only thing we can do," James said. "I'm going to go down to the store before this gets to bad, and I'm going to get some supplies. Lock the door until I get back, and don't open it for anyone but me. I want you to stay here and clean up, and find as many weapons as possible."
"Why do I have to clean up?" Frank asked.
"Because this place is a pigsty," James replied before turning around, grabbing a baseball bat, and sneaking quietly out the door.

London, England

Lukas stood backed against a wall. He had no ammo left, and those freaks were after him. He had a few knives but didn't like his chances. He heard a bin rattle and hid in a shadow. A group of zombies moved past him, almost stepping on him. The zombies stopped suddenly. They all turned on one and tore it to pieces, devouring it. Lukas retched, and the zombies saw him. Steping away from the dead monster, they ran at him. He swore and pulled two of his knives out, slashing at one of them. He kicked out at ones chest and knocked it over.

He ran down the street and found a sports shop. He smashed the window, ran in and came out with a cricket bat. He swung it at ones head and heard a crack. He walked backwards, swinging the bat infront of him, trying to reach somewhere safe, a building, ANYTHING he could barricade. One of the zombies lunged for his neck. He ducked and stabbed a knife through its eye.

The two tower searchers made their way to the tops of the tower, ransacking as they went. However, they found only a few MAS36 Bolt Action rifles, and very few rounds.

The two of them reached the tops of the tower at roughly the same time, and waved to each other, pumping the rifles into the air. As they did so, the wind shifted, and the smell of ash was carried to them.

They looked over the edge, and saw large numbers of Zacks making their way to the Cathedral. Looking around, Jean, currently inhabiting the northern tower, found some old masonry, and dropped it over the edge. It smashed into the skull of one of the ghouls below.

That drew a laugh from his buddy, Alderic, laughed at the ingenuity, and began to pry up pieces of stone and masonry, following his buddies lead.

Jean looked over, as one of the zombies rushed Alderic and biting him, tumbled over the edge, pulling Alderic with him. Jean watched as the two of them fell down, crushing several ghouls as they hit.

Panicked, jean shouldered the rifle, took out his axe, and cautiously made his way to the elevator. He opened it, only to find a wounded Zack inside.

Swinging his axe, he decapitated the ghoul, and wound up getting his axe stuck into the wall. As the head rolled to him, he un-slung his rifle, leveled it, and fired into the walking-demon's head.

On the ground floor, the people looked up in fear, wondering why the rifle had been fired.

OOC: Yeah, World War Z was awesome, I can't wait for the movie.

OOC: Shit...this is going to be hard then.


IC:
Captain WIlliams tapped the piot. "Where are we going?" The pilot looked back at him with eyes filled with panic, then continued flying. " U.S.S Nimitz." Said one of the passengers. " Supposed to be on its way to Europe." Captain WIlliams looked down, he remembered all contact with Europe mysteriously ceased two hours before the embassy was stormed.

Lukas was holed up in a police station with a few other survivors. A policeman with a pistol,a young girl and a few men with knives, bats and clubs. He could hear the zombies scratching at the makeshift wall they made outside the door. They had to find some better guns, or they would be killed before the week was out.

They had already shot one infected inside the station, and had to listen while infected outside attacked other survivors while they screamed for help. Lukas wasn't religious, but now he hoped there was a god looking after them.

OOC:THEY'RE MAKING A MOVIE!!!!!?:)
OOC: what does OOC stand for?

"Sarah?" Uly said staring into the face. Sarah Koenen had been Uly's girlfriend through out High School. they broke up during the first year of college. Chandler had caught the rebound. but for all he knew, Chandler and Sarah hadn't been going out lately.
There was banging on the door.
Uly sat up still looking at Sarah. "What r u doing here?" he asked.
"Chandler called us."
"Us?" Uly asked, he then looked around and saw two familiar faces.
"He called me around 2 in the morning, the infection was still slightly contained at that time. i came over and Connor and Kadra were here as well, he tried to call u but the phone lines were down." Sarah hugged Uly, "Thank God u made it out okay."
Uly broke away from the embrace, "What's going on?"
Chandler came forward with a T.V. remote, "This is what's going on," the T.V. turned on with NBC on the screen.
"We're now getting reports," the lone anchorman said, "that the infection is spreading like wild fire. We've lost contact with Paris, Orleans, Madrid, Tokyo, Phoenix, Houston, Berlin, London, Venice, Rome, Hong Kong, Bangkok, and even The Vatican." he was very solemn, with bags under his eyes and a five o'clock shadow on his chin. "Scientists have confirmed that the infection came down on the Asteroid, their now calling it the A-Virus." he paused for a few seconds, listening to something very intriguing that only he could hear.
"We're now going live to the streets of New York City, Benjamin Harris is on the ground there, Benjamin..."

OOC: what does OOC stand for?


OOC: Out of Character. Also, lols for using OOC asking what it meant

this is getting good!!!:D

OOC: Out of Character. Also, lols for using OOC asking what it meant
OH!!!!!
thanks

Fr. Michael swore a storm in French, English, Latin, and Japanese. He had used his SpecOps training to cannibalize some technology, and pirate a radio band from the NBC News Satellites, as the anchor reported that contact had been lost with the Vatican.

The group turned and looked at him, he could see many of them where catholics, and the Arch-Bishop had been doing his best to keep them calm before he ran off, naked, into the night, shouting about how the demons had come to devour his soul. Which meant he was the only ordained in the room. (OOC: I have nothing against the Arch-Bishop of Paris, never met him, never been out of the US. I just needed a reason why he wasn't there, and breaking under the stress just seemed funny.)

"There is no communication coming out of the Holy See. The Pope may or may not be in trouble, but he was there when it started," Fr. Michael stated, his eyes hard behind the water that was welling up within.

"But he has the Swiss Guard, the best army in Europe!" the other soldier exclaimed.

"I know, which is why we have to make our way there. I know that there is a bus in the garage, we might be able to use it to get to the Vatican. It will be the safest place to be right now." Fr. Michael stated, surveying the group.

Just then, the door up to the stairs banged open, and the third searcher stumbled out. "Found a rifle," he said, as he fell over, blood leaking from his foot.

Just to make things run smoother for this RP,
it would be great if every1 that is involved subscribed to the thread if u haven't already. just a thought.

"Thanks Tom," A man standing in a crowded street in New York came on the T.V. "I'm here with chief of police of New York, Chief Huffman." a cop came on screen, "What is the current situation Mr. Huffman?" Huffman just stared down the street, the camera man paned and zoomed to what he was watching. dozens of police officers in riot gear were being overrun by a swarm of Infected. The SWAT teams immediately opened up :mp5:
"JESUS CHRIST!!!!!" some1 not on the screen yelled. the camera man paned to the other end of the street. The Infected came by the dozens down the street, tackling refugees and cops as they went.
"Oh SHIT!!!!" the camera man yelled and made a mad dash to the nearest building. there were the sounds of gunfire, screams, and water cannons all coming from outside the apartment building. the camera man ran into an apartment on the third floor, for some reason he was still filming. there was a roar of jet engines. The camera man went to the window and filmed a jet fly by and drop something a few blocks a way. there was a huge explosion. "JESUS!!!" the camera man yelled. the government had authorized the use of MOABs.
the sound of shuffling came from somewhere in the apartment. the camera view turned to see an Infected charging. the camera was knocked out of the camera mans hands and fell out the window. the camera somehow survived the crash and landed in the street, still rolling. it filmed the entire street being overrun and every1, refugee and cop alike, being ripped to shreds before going staticy.
Chandler turned off the T.V.
"That's what's going on."

James walked quietly down the street, he had heard plenty of noise in the distance, but the area he was in seemed... awfully calm at the time being. He fidgeted around with the bat, any noise at all and he'd jump and look around. He finally got to the store, an old small buisness run grocery store. He knocked on the window and the door, but no one came to answer.

He looked around intently to see if he was alone, it seemed like he was, so he took a swing of his bat at the window. The window shattered, he looked around again, seeing if he caught anything's attention. He then quielty walked in over the shattered glass, and grabbed a shopping cart. All the lights were out, but that was fine with him, he could hide in the shadows. He pushed the shopping cart through the store, filling it with food stuffs that he knew wouldn't perish anytime soon.

He was just going through the aisle with cereal when he heard more footsteps. Crunching of glass, something else was inside the store too. Terror struck him, he knew he'd have to keep his mind working or else he'd freeze up and not know what to do. He grabbed inside the cart, pulling out the baseball bat. He gripped it so hard in his hands that his knuckles whitened. Then he heard a voice.

"Don't worry, it'll be ok..." The voice said. He didn't think those things could talk, and he was about to come out from hiding when he heard another noise. The other person that was being spoken to.
"Help..." The person coughed a very full sounding cough, and James heard a quiet splash, he assumed the person threw up. James peered around the corner, and saw a man, he looked greek, and a woman, who looked like the man's wife. She seemed to be really sick, and he saw a dark liquid dripping off her mouth. It looked like blood but he couldn't tell in the darkness.
"It'll be ok.. we'll go back to the freezer, we'll be safe in there," The man said. James watched them as the man managed to get his wife to her feet, and they walked back, past the meats and towards the freezer.

They got inside the freezer, and James slowly crept along behind them. He was crouched down, and he walked past the counter. The freezer door was still open, and the light was on, he heard another cough and splash, and this time he did see a puddle of blood. He stayed in the doorway.

"Ankita? Ankita? No! No no no!" The man screamed from inside. James looked in and saw the wife lay motionless. He then stood up in the doorway. This took the man completely by suprise and he screamed and looked for a weapon. "Stay away from us you monsters, get away from us!"
"Hold it! Hold it!" James said. "I'm not one of them..."
The man seemed to be slightly calmed by James voice, but he still held his deceased wife in his arms. He looked down in her blank face. "She's gone... one of them bit her... I killed it, I killed it with the knife in our house.. but I knew we couldn't stay there."

James looked at them, then turned around to look at the rest of the store, the man was being loud and he was afraid it would attract attention. The man looked up at James and peered around him into the store as well. James didn't see anything, and turned back around, to see something horrifying.
"Oh my God!" He shouted.

The man looked from his stunned expression down towards his wife, her eyes were open now, blood shot, and she looked at him blankly one more time before her mouth opened and her teeth sunk into his neck. He screamed in agony, and James stood in shock and horror. She let the bleeding man drop to the floor, and looked up at James. She jumped to her feet, and hurled towards the door, but James slammed it shut and locked it. She crashed up against the steel door, her face right in the little window, she banged herself up against the door, splatting blood all over the window.

James turned and started running, slipping and falling down on something, he looked what it was to see a puddle of blood. He cried in horror and got back to his feet and ran out of the shop. All the way to the smashed window he could hear her pounding against the door. He got out into the street and started running for home. He knew a shortcut through an alley, and although it would be pitch black he was willing to risk it.

He dashed down the dark alley and passed a voice. "Wha's goin' on?" It was a hobo, he ignored it and kept running. He climbed over a fence and was back out onto the street again, however, he saw one of them. It heard his footsteps and turned and started chasing him. He ran the corner to his street and dashed down the sidewalk, he got to the apartment building and quickly started running up the stairs. He heard the creature behind him, he ran up to the door, and pounded on it.
"Unlock the door!" He shouted, but it opened up after his second hit. He ran into the apartment, and into the kitchen. A broomstick was disturbed and fell off onto the ground behind him, and he saw Frank sitting at the table, there was another brookstick propped up against the table, the end of it broken.
"Did you know we had two brooms?" Frank asked.

Right then though, the creature dashed into the kitchen as well, James and Frank both turned around and looked at it in horror. However its attention was on them, and it tripped over the broom stick lying on the ground, and flew forward. It fell head first onto the broken broom, the sharp end going right through its jaw and into its head. It then crumpled onto the kitchen floor.

"Jesus Christ!" James shouted.
"Is it dead?" Frank asked.
"I think so..." James said. "Come on help me get the body outside of the apartment, and this time we'll actually lock the door."
And so they did so, and then holed up inside the living room.

Newark, New Jersey

Steven Erickson was holed up in his run-down apartment on the outskirts of Newark. An amateur photographer, photographs were neatly framed on the shoddy walls. He had run into some trouble financially after he got fired from a position with a well regard local paper. Steve was watching reruns of "Friends". "Fucking a, there isn't anything on..." He flipped channels to the local news network. "... reports of gruesome homicides have grown exponentially in the last day. Vicious rioters are taking to the streets and police are doing all they can to quell the disturbances. Currently, police are advising all citizens to board up their windows and stay inside. We will be going off air now inde..." Steve turned the TV off and walked to his bedroom closet. He pulled a shiny red aluminum baseball bat out and decided it was his best bet for self-defense. Suddenly, a burst of automatic fire erupted from his apartment block. Steve opened his door to see an gangbanger having his neck ripped apart by a maniac. He ran at the creature and swung with all his might. The creature was hit in the back and his spine gave a sickening crunch. It stumbled and fell flat on it's face. Steve exhaled and started to tend to the fallen gang member. The street thug had partially severed neck and was missing one of his limbs. His face was covered in blood spatter and his hand was clutching a 9mm machine pistol. Tucked in his pants was a small Glock 36. Steve had no experience with a firearm, but he was blessed with an understanding of the dangers of a inexperienced firearms user. He decided that his best chance was to take the Glock and use it as a secondary weapon. His thought process was interrupted by a low moan to his side. The crazed person was dragging himself towards Steve using only his arms. Steve stumbled back, surprised. He grabbed his bat and gave it a good whack on the head and 3 more for good measure. He was interrupted by fully automatic fire taking place in the streets. He ran to the window in time to see one of the local gangs trying to hold a building against a growing horde of rioters.

OOC: Sorry for setting it during the beginnings of the outbreak, i'll catch up with all you guys soon.

Uly was numb. "U look thirsty," Chandler said, "U wanna drink?"
"sure," Uly replied instinctively.
"follow me" they went into the back of the house and entered the bathroom, it was small and tiled. the bath tub and the sink were filled to the brim with water. Chandler took a cup and scooped it into the tub and handed it to Uly.
"what the fuck is with the sink and tub, Chandler"
"Zombie Survival guide, 'On the Defense' states that u should fill up anything that in some way can hold water. water lines will go down eventually." Chandler explained, getting a glass of water himself.
"Those things out there are not zombies, Chandler" Uly stated, still stunned.
"Then what r they?" Uly was silent, "They're raised from the dead by a virus, they crave human flesh, only head shots can kill them! If they're not Zombies then what r they?" Uly was silent. "come out here in the living room." Chandler said walking out of the dining room, "we've come up with a long term plan of survival". maps of the area of and surrounding Flagstaff were covering the table. "what we're going to do," Chandler said staring down at the maps. "is we're going to go to Camp Navajo." Camp Navajo was an army base outside of Flagstaff, near I-40.
"R U FUCKING CRAZY!!!" Uly yelled, that's right near I-40, and to get to I-40 we're going to have to cross town and get onto a MAIN ROAD!!!! Then we're not entirely sure if they can give us any form of protection!" the wooden barricades began to make cracking noises.
"U got a better idea?" Uly was once again silent. "We leave in two hours, make sure u have ur shit together." Chandler left Uly to stare at the maps.

The Helicopter landed on the U.S.S Nimitz, the deck was eerily quiet. "Something doesn't feel right..." Said one of the soldiers. Captain Williams walked towards the bridge, and slipped. What he slipped on was a puddle of blood. He scrambled to his feet and brought his M4 to bear, scanning the area. He slowly walked up the stairs to the bridge, the glass was shattered by bullets and spattered with blood. He knocked on the door, and it burst open. A man attacked him with an axe, he grabbed him and they both tumbled down the steps. He impacted half way down, rolled on top of the man and started to beat his face furiously. Cries of pain brought him to his senses, the man was actually crying out in pain! He rolled off him and backed away. "Hey, sorry man, didn't realize." The man got up and felt his pulpy nose. "You broke it!" He shouted and slugged him accros the face. Williams chuckled. "Guess that makes us even, huh?" He helped the man to his feet and started walking to the bridge. The man stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "I'm the only one left." He said sadly. Captain Williams looked down the deck, the hatch leading to the lower levels had been sealed and barricaded.

Captain Williams slumped against the door to the bridge, the helicopter crew quickly joined him. "So, what now?" Said the pilot. "The choppers almost outta gas.. are the fuel lines up and running?" The man from the bridge noded. "Up and running, just got to hook them up" "And after that, where to?" Said one of the soldiers. " We make an all out effort to get to australia." Said Captain Williams. He went up to the bridge ad brought back a map and rolled it out. "We should stop at the phillipines for fuel, then continue to continue to Aussey land. After that, I don't know."

Frank and James had thrown the body outside and managed to close and lock the door. They also barricaded that hallway with a couch, a chair, and a dresser. They figured it would take a lot of force to open that door now. They were currenlty in the kitchen, mopping up the blood on the floor. They had the radio on, but they weren't getting any signals, they didn't even bother with the tv anymore, it was pointless.

"So we don't have a handgun at all?" Frank asked.
"No," James replied.
"Tits man, I mean, we live in New York, and we don't even own a weapon?" Frank asked. "That's crazy."
"What else did you find?" James asked looking up at his friend.
"Well, those two brooms, then that bat you took with you, a couple of knives around the kitchen, a toy lightsaber, and a power drill."
"What are we going to do with a powerdrill?" James asked quickly.
"What are we going to do with a toy lightsaber?" Frank asked back with a smile. Then they both jumped as they heard a noise. Something was pounding on their wall. Frank pushed up his glasses on his nose and the two of them walked over to the living room. The pounding was coming from the wall they shared with Mr. Thomas.

"Hello?" James asked. "Is anyone in there?"
There was no reply, just more pounding and grunting and something that resembled a growl.
"Ha, maybe Mr. Thomas finally got himself some pussy, huh?" Frank asked with an awkward smile and a high five that was never returned.
"How thick are these walls?" James asked.
"Oh I dunno... maybe--"

But before Frank could finish, a fist, covered in blood and chipped paint and insulation burst through the wall. The two men shouted and ran across to the other side of the room. The arm flailed around, looking for something to grab onto. Then it receeded back into the wall, and a face peered through the hole. It was Mr. Thomas alright, but his face was covered in blood and his eyes were red. Mr. Thomas screamed an animalistic scream and continued pounding on the door. James looked out the window, and saw several more of those things running towards their apartment building.

"This shit just got real Frank," James said and he ran for the kitchen. Frank still remained in the living room, staring at their cannibalistic neighbor in almost amusement. James came running back into the room holding the baseball bat, and he gave Frank the power drill.
"Now what?" Frank asked.
"Wait till it comes through, then kill it," James replied.
"Oh screw that," Frank said.

The zombie peered its head back through the hole, and Frank walked right up to the wall. Like a chainsaw he squeezed the trigger tight and the little drill whirred. He shoved it forward into the hole, the drill bit going right into the creature's skull and into the brain. Blood spattered out of the hole and onto Frank and all over the wall, the creature screamed a bit more, and then was suddenly quiet. Frank pulled the drill out and stepped back away, and smiled in pride.
"There you go, problem solved." Frank said looking back at James.

But right as he said that, several more thumps and bangings of zombies came from their door.

The Helicopter had been fueald up and was ready to go, every one had climbed aboar except for the man fron the bridge. 'hey, aren't you coming?" He shouted. The man just noded and walked to the fuel lines and slashed them open. "What the hell do you think your doing!" he shouted at him. The man looked at him and said sadly. "All my friends are dead, I failed my crew. A captain goes down with his ship." The XO of the nimitz continued to stand their as fuel splashed over the deck. "Take off, then when you're out of range," He lit a match. "Boom." The helicopter took off, and Capain Williams looked back, the Nimitz was split in half by a large fireball, then slowly sunk beneath the waves.

"What the... " Steve ran back to his apartment and grabbed his custom Nikon D2 camera. He photographed the dead bodies in the apartment hallway and proceeded back to the window. The gangmembers were slowly being overcome by the horde of bloodthirsty maniacs. He took an entire card's worth of pictures before realizing that the horde was beginning to cross the street towards his building. He grabbed some supplies from the nearby bloodied apartments and took an inventory.
"Handgun, ammo, backpack, bedroll, bat, medicines, knives, camera, cleaning kit, memory cards, food, and a canteen..."
He finished packing the backpack when he heard running footsteps from the adjoining hall.
"They can't have gotten in this quickly!" He readied his bat and slowly walked to the intersection. A head popped out from the side and he swung.
The bat barely missed the head. Whatever had just come tackled Steve and held a knife to his neck.

The pounding on the door continued, the dresser and the rest of the barricade shook. The two men stood there in the middle of the room, motionless. Then they heard banging on the wall next to them again, through the hole in the wall their former neighbor had recently punched through they could see a few of the zombies running around in the other room, throwing themselves against the wall. Frank squeezed the trigger of the drill, making it whir again. James look around.

"There's no way we can take all of those things," James said.
"So what are we going to do?" Frank asked.
James looked around the room, and saw their only option, the window that led to the fire escape. He walked up to it, and tried to open it, but it was stuck shut.
"Well, thank God we didn't have to resort to this in a fire then," Frank said.
"Heh.. yeah, but I think we would have found a way to open it," James said, and bashed out the window with the baseball bat. "Lets roll."

Minutes later the wall cracked open more, and finally the zombies managed to squeeze into the room. The ones at the door retreated from there and came in from the wall as well. They all ran around the apartment, trying to find their victims. However, there was no one in there. One of them heard a noise though, and ran over to the window, it stuck its head out the window, sniffing around, looking up it spotted two men climbing onto the roof. It snarled and hopped out onto the fire escape and started climbing up, the rest soon followed afterwards.

(OOC: Although its probably fake, or at least just some really messed up people, look, zombies! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMolPfabyZo )

OOC: Pretty Freaky video, probably fake though.


They had fifteen water bottles, five Beeferoni cans,3 Kid Cuisine meals;),several bags of fruit, 4 .22s, 1 .45, 2 shotguns, and fifteen mags between the five of them when they entered Chandler's backyard. the barricades started to splinter. Uly gave Chandler a boost over the fence in the backyard. Uly was the last 1 over.
progress was slow as they hopped over backyard fences. it was eerily quiet. there were no birds in the skies, no dogs barking. the only sound was the occasional scream, gunshot, car alarm, or breaking glass.
finally they hopped the last fence and got onto the Urban Trail heading for downtown Flagstaff. it was barely 1 P.M.

The Infected finally broke through the door. five of them in all. they scanned the room. nothing. the door to the backyard was open. one of them went outside. he sniffed the air, listened. he snarled and ran straight through the fence. the others followed. as they ran through the yards, those that reanimated inside their houses quickly joined in the chase. they were running straight for the Urban Trail.

Lukas sat and guarded the window. They didn't have anything to board it up with, so that was their weak point. He could see them. The Infected. They were just down the street, watching him. They had a half-eaten corpse laying at their feet, and a stream of blood ran down the gutter. The blood wasn't like in the flicks, it was much darker. The zombie things weren't like them either. These ones were smarter, faster. Lukas sighed, and that was his mistake. When he looked up again, the zombies were gone. He kicked away his chair.
"Shit! They're gone! Get armed, c'mon!" A sound made him stop. it wasn't the scratching, that had been happening all day and night. No, it was something else... He whirled around, brought his pistol to bear and emptyed the clip into the zombies head.
"They're inside!" he screamed.

OOC: "look, zombies! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMolPfabyZo" *shudders* yeuch. head rippyness

OOC: hey guys, just so u know, i got war declared on me. i'm about to nuke my self, "Scorched Earth". if u guys could support me that would be great.

OOC: I hope you don't mind if I join in.

IC:
Uhhhh UUUhhhh uhhhh,

Melanie had her eyes shut, moaning as she was ravished, it was unbearable. THUMP THUMP THUMP, the door rattled as knock after knock suddenly made the entire shack fill with the sound of dead wood.

"Fuck!" melanie shouted as her eyes shot open, she sat up and threw her boyfriend, Bobby, off of her. Twisting her jeans up, she flung the door open.

"Now is really not the-" The sight of the intruder, Rick's, face made her stop short. "What? What's wrong?" she gasped.

Rick just looked at her, his face paler than an albino snowman, he was sweating profusely, he looked past her to Bobby, and for a moment his face showed something other than fear, it was there for no more than a second, when, without wraning he turned to the side and vomited. The stink filled the cramped shack almost immediately.

"Jesus" Bobby muttered " Eat carrots lately?" Booby wasn't overly sensitive to people's moods...

"Listen to this" Rick said between gasps of breath, holding up a small radio.


We interupt this programme to bring an emergency announcement

"No! Change it to 98FM"

hisegrfdgsdfgidvhiisshiisss(You know, static)

"It's static, who gives a flying-"
"Shut up Bobby!"

The static slowly resolved itself into sounds, there was a slow steady beat, and whispers, heavy breathing and smothered sobs. The slow steady beat, a heavy, dull thudding as of flesh thudding against a slab of metal. It continued, almost rythmically, getting louder and louder. And stopped.

And screams.

So many screams.


Another sob, but that was from Rick,
"I..I saw them" he was crying, not the loud, whining crying of children, but that of genuine horror.

Even Bobby could see that Rick was about to fall apart.
"Ricks, it's ok, we'll-"




CRASH

The thin wooden walls all but exploded , splinteres of wood of wood flew across the shack and embeded themselves in the oppossing wall. Bits of wood floated down, spread around the shack by the ceiling fan.

There was no exchange of words, no horrifying monster to see, because the second the wood hit the fan, they ran. They ran like their lives depended on it. Which it did.

"Run!" Frank yelled as the two of them dashed across the apartment building roof top. James was just a little bit behind him. Frank was just a little bit bigger than James, not fat, but he had a little droop over his pants line, however he was the fastest runner James had ever seen. They got to the edge of the building, and looked across, it was a decent sized gap to the other building's roof, but they didn't have much of a choice.

They ran back a few feet, then turned and dashed, the both held their breaths and jumped. They both just made it on the other side, inches away from the edge, they turned around and saw the zombies running across the roof as well. One zombie in the lead jumped across the ledge, but in mid air James swung the back and collided with its chest, it flew back a little, just enough to tumble down between the two buildings to a crunch on the ground.

The two turned and ran, making way to another fire escape. They ran down two floors of the stairs, and got to a window, they then busted their way into the room, which was another apartment. They ran across the apartment to the door, and flung it open. They made their way through the hallway, and down the stairs. They ran out the front door into the street, and stopped to look around. They heard a lot of noise, but they didn't see much. However they did see a car with an open door. So they ran up and jumped inside, the keys were in the ignition.

Frank turned the keys just as the creatures ran out of the front door, James shouted for them to go and Frank slammed on the gas and they sped down the road, with one of the creatures bumping up against the back of the car and falling over.

"Where do we go?" Frank asked.
"West, we have no where else to go but west," James said, relaxing a bit in the safety of a moving car.
"Hey, look at that, the tank is full of gas," Frank said.
"Then lets drive as long as we can.." James said, and they made their way out of New York City, the City of the dead.

They had finally made it to Australia, after a few close encounters i the Phillipines, they had arrived to find Sydney a sealed city. After being shot down over the opera house, only Captain Williams and a badly wounded soldier survived. He died within hours. Now he took to walking the desterted streets, he could hear people in the apartments above him, watching him, making sure he didn't suddenly roar and dash in their direction, eyes filled with hunger. he had finally walked onto a military base, and after a few hours of questioning, joined the members of the Australian Army as they headed to the US, to Flagstaff, Arizona. "Why their?" He asked. the pilot responded in a thick Australian accent. "Because its the only city near the west coast that we haven't lost touch with. We're still getting weak radio signals from them, HAM radio operstors and the like. Like it or not, we're all going itno hell." Brandon sighed and leaned against the wall of the transport, he tried to sleep, but the memories of what had happened wouldnt let him.

"On the right! On the right!"
The small reception room was filled with the stench of blood, the blare of gunfire and the cries of a child. The zombies had overwhelmed them, and now they were surrouned. Pumping round after round into the oncoming hordes, it was clear it wasn't making an impact. Only him, the police man and somehow the child were still alive.
Click. Click-click-click.
He yelled and threw the gun at a zombie. They backed into a corner, bats and knives out, ready to get out or die.

It was they the door exploded in a shower of red hot lead and wooden splinters. Impaling some zombies to the wall and schiskabobing (OOC: terrible spelling :headbang:) others in the skull, a squad of soldiers dressed in urban camo burst through the once-door and showered the zombies in bullets. moving back towards Lukas and the others, a soldier fired a shotgun blowing the head clean off one zombie, then gave a military salute and said, "Lt. Jakobs, at your service."

The Pilot of The transport turned back. "This is where you guys get out!" He shouted. They were over a military base, and on inspection, their were live people inside. Everybody jumped, parachutes popping open before they hit terminal velocity, and slowly floated to the ground. Within seconds they had their gear up and ready.

Lukas and around 5 soldiers were in a truck headed for Heathrow. Jakobs explained it to him.
"All of England, with the exception of the London airports and Hampton Court, is filled with Zed's. So's most of Japan, China, America... Hell, everywhere... So we're headed for Heathrow to get a cargo plane, take all the survivors we can, land in Dublin, gather up survivors there, and then hoof it over to one of the places we still have contact with. Either Sydney, Australia, Flagstaff Arizona in America or Paris, France. We're still waiting on orders for that."

They arrived at Heathrow to find it besieged by Zombies. One of the soldiers put on a medical mask and pulled out a flame thower. He patted it's side.
"God I love these."

OOC: Although the individual plotlines are good, I think zombie stories thrive on small groups of humans working together to survive. Bring the various characters together, and I think the story overall will improve.

OOC: I agree with that, I'm trying to get my characters to meet up with some others.

OOC: Sorry for the absence, had my wisdom teeth out wednesday, and been on vicadin ever since. God love America.

IC:
The head of the last searcher now adorned the spike of one of the flying buttresses of the cathedral. Thrown there by Fr. Michael. The mouth still moved, and the eyes watched the people inside the cathedral, but the body was now safe to handle. As it turned out, the man had been bitten on the ankle, and had thought it had been scrathed by a wierd piece of art.

The group now had three rifles, including the one from the last searcher.

Fr. Michael led the group in the sweep up the building. They where going room to room, Fr. Michael in the lead, axe in hand. Behind him, rifle in hand, stood Jean, the last searcher's, wife, Claudette. Two Blue collar workers, Alain and *Generic French Name*, both armed with machettes.

As they worked their way up, Fr. Michael held his hand up, stopping the column. He moved up to a door, and kicked it in. Out came two zombies.

They rushed forward, charging the woman with the rifle. She fired twice, sending rounds through the first monster's knees. It fell to the ground, writhing toward her.

The second one had its head sliced off as Fr. Michael swung from behind, lopping off the head.

Noticing what looked like a scrap of cloth from Jean's pants, the young woman leaned forward. as she did so, the zombie sprung at her, biting her neck, scratching her chest, face, sides, arms.

Rushing for the rifle, *Generic French Name* was downed by a third zombie that had been lying in wait.

Fr. Michael grabbed the rifle, and put a round first through the wife and the zombie, and then caved in the head of the third zombie with the stock.

Before he could do anything, the bitten man pulled out a flare gun, handed it to Fr. Michael, and then put his machete into his head.

"This is getting expensive, we have to get out of here," Alain commented.

The sound of hands smashing on windows and doors drifted through the building.

"We need to get to Castle Gandolfo, that is where the Curia, the Pope, or at least the Swiss Guard are probably hiding. If we can make it, we should be fine," Fr. Michael stated, as he made his way back to the ground floor and to the garage.

"But how, it is just you, me, and that soldier now. And we are completely surrounded," Alain said, despair creeping into his voice.

"By bus."

A large, old bus sat there, sturdy as a tank. It was an old amphibious bus, rebuilt from a former DUKW that had come ashore with the Free French on Juno Beach on D-Day.

It had a small plow on the front, which would come in handy, and placed the passengers above the grasping hands of the horde.

"we need to re-enforce it," Alain commented.

"Then lets get to work," the soldier said, hauling a bunch of welding tools into the garage, "We have a lot of work to do."

Lukas and the other soldier stood at the back of the truck with the doors open. The truck bumped and shook and it ploughed through the zombies, and the soldier letting off gouts of flame at anything behind them. Eventually they reached the gate to the terminals and ran inside. There was about 10 soldiers in the departure lounge. One of them walked over.
"Good to see you, but we got one problem." He pointed to a head. It's body was several feet away from it at this point. "Thats the pilot."
"Shit. How the hell we gonna get out? Can anybody fly planes?" There was no response. "Damn it. I'll pilot it, even if we crash it's better than this place."

"I spy.. with my little eye... something that is... green," Frank said as he drove along the abandoned highway, they were now in Pennsylvania.
"The trees," James answered. "My turn... I spy with my little eye... the edge of th end of the world, where the dead have come back with the intention of killing off every living being, and the only survivors are stranded in god knows where, wondering at all if there is any form of government or system that is going to come and save them. Curled in a ball in a corner of a house, or some other building, crying to their beloved God, asking for mercy, in a completely dire and hopeless situation."
"Well... that's almost too depressing to answer." Frank said. "How about we turn on the radio?"
"Don't bother, it's dead, remember?" James said as he looked out the window.

So far they hadn't had much trouble on the highway, it was clear for the most part, with a few abandoned cars here and there. They had managed to stop and get some gas from an empty station a couple hours back. However, James saw something ahead that might prove to be a problem. It seems that the military had attempted at one point to install a road block, a checkpoint. But now it was all abandoned, but James and Frank both knew they wouldn't be able to drive through it, they'd have to get out and try to find another car.

They pulled up as close as they could, stopped the vehicle, grabbed their two weapons, and stepped outside.

The plane was currently over New York. They had picked up about 20 people in Dublin. Lukas was in the cockpit with Jakobs. He looked out the window and saw what was below. Horde upon horde of zombies, on the road, on the roofs, everywhere. Heaps of bodys piled up in the squares, and abandoned cars pockmarked the city. There was no one left. At least there wouldn't be soon.

(OOC: Sorry, long one...)


They walked slowly and quietly among all the abandoned cars. Up ahead was the checkpoint, a fence set up, military vehicles, and tents. James tightened his grip on the bat, and looked in every single window, and around every car. Frank held the power drill like a gun, and walked cautiously as well, his eyes straight ahead but dashing back and forth every so often.

They got to the tents, and smelled something awful. They opened one of the tent flaps and looked inside, there were portable operating tables behind a sheet of clear plastic tarp, but the tarp and everything was covered in blood. They saw a few bodies here and there, gunshots to the head, and they also saw a few random limbs on the ground, an arm or a leg. James quickly turned away and vomitted on the ground.

Frank closed the tent flap, and looked around some more. "James?"
"What?" James said as he wiped his mouth clean.
"Do you think there are guns here?" Frank asked.

Nothing else was said, the two went and searched around for weapons on any sort. Frank climbed into the back of an old truck, to see a dead body sitting down, propped up against the wall. Frank jumped back for a second, but saw the bloody mess on the side of the head, in the dead soldier's hand was a pistol, he had shot himself. Frank reached down slowly, and pulled it out of the hand, and got out of the truck. He walked around to the front and then looked inside a hummer, but didn't find anything.
He walked over to the other side, and saw a leg covered up by the rest of the truck, but then he saw it move. He stiffened up and held the gun up. He slowly walked around the corner and looked down. What he saw then was a lady, lying on the ground, obviously pregnant, she was crying. He walked up to her, the gun down now.

"Excuse me lady," He said.
"Get away from me!" She screamed.
"Calm down!" Frank said. "Be quiet, or you'll attract them here."
The lady looked him over and saw that he was not a monster, and then she leapt up and hugged him. Frank felt very awkward. He half hugged her back.
"My family was trying to escape, when we got here," She said. "The military had set up a blockade, they were only allowing clean people through. That's when those things got here. We were outside of the car when they came out of the woods..."

James was standing along the edge of the road, looking past all the trees along the side of the road. The forest was too thick to see through, but he could see the edge of it. Some birds rustled and took off into the sky, crows.

"...my husband pushed me inside a car and closed the door, he told me to stay down. The kids were being pushed back in the crowd, I was screaming and screaming for them. My husband went after them, and he disapeared into the mob of people. That was the last I saw of them, those things reached the car I was in, I locked the doors and just lay down. I heard screaming and screaming, and then gun shots..."

James turned around and was walking back to the checkpoint when he heard a noise, he turned around. Something had stirred in a bush, and it sounded big.

"...I lay there, as still as I could, I cried and I cried. I knew that all that was left of my family now was me and my baby. I had to do everything I could to keep my baby alive. So I lay still, as still as a rock, like I was dead."

"Frank!" James shouted over his shoulder. "Frank, we need to go!"

Frank heard James shouting, and turned back towards the woman. She looked to be maybe early thirties, thirty-tree possibly. "Lady, we need to go. Me and my friend, we're heading west. You can come with us."
"Don't leave me," She said desperately.
"We're not, come on," He said and helped her to her feet.

James was running back to the cars by this point. He knew something was in the forest, watching them. He didn't know where Frank was, so he climbed on top of a truck and looked around. Then he saw the two of them, on the other side of a few tents, Frank and what looked like a pregnant woman.

Then they attacked
Two came from where James had been looking into the woods, he heard them bust from the trees, snapping twigs. He jumped around and looked at them from on top of the truck and saw them running straight for him. He looked around again though, and saw three more running towards them from the other side of the road. The two reached the bottom of the truck and started to climb up to the top, he swung the bat down low, bashing one in the head. Blood splattered across the window as it tumbled down the side and lay twitching on the ground. The other one grabbed at his leg, and he swung the bat down and hit its wrist, he heard a crack and it let go, but it still tried to get up.

He jumped off the other side of the truck and started running. The thing had got off too and was chasing him, he ran through a tent flap and into the tent they had previously looked in when the thing caught up. It jumped and tackled him and he flew down, crashing into an operating table. He landed in a puddle of dried blood, and the creature went down for his neck.
He grabbed the side of its head and tossed it away from him. He looked around for something as a weapon, and found a scalpel. It heaved itself back at him, and he shoved the instrument outwards, the blade stabbing into the creatures eye, blood squirted out all over his clothes. The creature went into a shock, shaking all over, and then it fell down limp to the ground.
James got back up, now covered in blood, and grabbed the baseball bat.

He ran out of the tent to see Frank and the pregnant lady.
“Run!” He shouted as he saw the three more jumping over hoods of cars. The three people made their way towards the end of the blockade. The zombies catching up on them. Then they saw a car with the door open, they all made their way to it, the lady got in the back seat and closed the door. Frank hopped into the passengers seat as James was diving for the drivers door, but a creature grabbed ahold of him. It pinned him against the car, and he did all he could to keep it from biting him. The other two were getting closer and closer.

“Help!” He shouted. But before he could utter another word he heard a bang, and the creatures head blew back, and crumpled to the ground. He looked to see Frank aiming a pistol, which turned and fire two more time. The bullets hit the oncoming zombies in the stomach, and one in the leg, both of them tripped and fell but started to get up. But by the time they got to the car, it was screeching down the road in escape.

They were passing over Pennsylvania, when one of the soldiers yelled.
"Firefight! Firefight!" Everyone except the girl rushed into the cockpit and looked out. There were three people fighting off zombies.
"At least we're not alone here."

As they were driving, they heard a noise. A very familiar noise. They opened the windows and all looked out of the windows and up into the air to see a plane flying overhead.
"Oh my God, others are still alive!" James shouted.
"Will they see us?" Lilly, the pregnant lady in the back asked.
Frank shouted outside the window, though he knew they wouldn't hear his voice. "Hey! We're down here!"

Lukas saw the people looking out the window. They couldn't land anywhere, thats for sure, but maybye...
It was a long shot, but any extra people would be needed. Lukas grabbed a box and a knife. he carved the words, 'ARMY GARRISONED, FLAGSTAFF, ARIZONA' into its side and attached it to a parachute. He ran inside the cockpit, hit the Bay Door button and threw the parachuted box out of the small gap before the pilot closed it fully. He hoped they'd see it.

OOC: On a lesser note, this has to be one of the least-sense making post i've ever made.

The car watched as the plane sped ahead of them. They desperately honked the horn of the car, hoping that it would attract the attention.
"God damnit," James said in desperation.
But then Lilly pointed at something, a parachute had fallen out of the plane and was slowly drifting down towards the ground, it landed off the side of the road, a bit into the woods. James pulled the car over, and he and Frank got out, telling Lilly to stay in the car.

The two of them walked into the woods, their weapons in hand. They saw the white parachute, all tangled in a mess in the trees above, but there was a box attached just low enough for them to jump up and get it. They looked on the edge of the box.
Army Garrisoned, Flagstaff, Arizona
Frank and James looked up at each other. "Lets go."
The two of them headed back to the car, and then they, accompanied with Lilly, made their journey towards Flagstaff.

OOC: Is this thread dead?

OOC: Looks like it. I still hang around though.

this thread's not dead yet.
i can't give anymore replies, but i'll keep reading.
oh, Flagstaff doesn't have an airforce base, only army, no walls on that one.
but it does have 1 airport, very small though. probably 6 or 7 miles from Camp Navajo. take a look of Flagstaff on google earth sometime.

OOC: I'd planned to crash the plane anyways, have most of the people die and swap character perspective.

OOC: if its all right with u guys, i would like for Camp Navajo to be overrun pretty soon. after all, its only an Army National Guard base who's main objective is to store the rocket motors to ICBMs.;)


The Infected ran down the Urban Trail, saw their prey, tackled them, and ripped the five of them to shreds.


Uly looked back, it was too late as he felt teeth sink into his throat.

OOC: sucky ending i know, but i had to finish mine up.
i'll keep reading though!!;)

The undead finally broke through the impromptu barricade. They streamed in by the thousands, overwhelming the security. Captain Williams saw this, their wa no safe place to run to. The building would be broken into within a second. He drew his pistol, placed it against is temple and pulled the trigger. The world went white. (OOC: I'm out)

OOC: is it still open and do you have to be a good speller?

(i allways tend to look at rpgs late)

OOC: And wait for it... wait... wait one more second... annndd now its dead.

OOC: That's to bad, I had a great character plot ready for this. Oh well. *Looks at other RPs*.