NationStates Jolt Archive

Breaking News ''I am here in Metropiles City where it appears the undead are atacking .'' ''Wait!Whats that?!'' ''Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!''Brodcast is cut off.

OOC: How does the rest of the world find out?

''We need aid and fast!''President Micheal Ryan says ''I don,t think we are going to surrvive'' Transmission ended.

(OOC: Perhaps someone has PC Telivision and has his/her country's channels and alerts the local media and government?)

OOC; From that transmission

ooc; Yeah thats it

(OOC: Perhaps someone has PC Telivision and has his/her country's channels and alerts the local media and government?)

Yeah thats it

OOC: Not very detailed my man, you need to make longer and more detailed posts or else everyone else ends up doing all the descriptive work in your own RP.



The carrier and it's escort slowly cut through the waters of Fanrai. On it a Hind-D was being prepped for take-off while Ursavian soldiers started prepping their gear. They had a Genetic with an RPK and one with a flamethrower. Besides that they had four Naval Marine commandos (the commandos of the commandos). They all began to prep up and as the last ones loaded on the commander of the squad was stopped by the flight engineer of the helicopter.

"Remember, once you touch down you're not Ursavian anymore. As far as our government's concerned you don't exist until you're out of their airspace, got it?!" The flight assitant yelled over the helicopter's sounds.

"Yeah, it's the same-old-same-old!" The Naval Marine commander called out in return.

"You bet!" The flight assistant yelled.

Then both men moved up the ramp and it was pulled up by the hydrualics. Then the unmarked Hind-D took off from the carrier and broke Fanrai's radar range (if they had it activated in that area). They cut over the water and came near the coastline where the beaches seemed nearly abandoned. Then they started crossing highways as they continued their flight in the unmarked Hind-D towards anywhere that looked like it majorly needed help.

The streets of the city in Fanrai looked deserted, it was midday and not a cloud on the sky, really pleasant weather. Cars and trucks stood still, some had been abandoned in the middle of the road, some had smashed out windshields.
Newspapers laid scattred on the ground "THE DEAD WALKS" could be read on the headlines, a still silance.

The sound of a helicopter rotor could now be heard.

A group of six people moved slowly along the streets, they heard the rotor, not much time left. There were five armed people, clad in faint black overalls and tactical vests, bare heads, no helmets and the hair stubbed, carrying H&K G36 rifles and P30 pistols. The man accompanying them was clad in a business suit, quite heavy and no armnament, unlike his protectors he looked like he was about to faint from terror and exhaustion.

One of the black cald figures took out a small device, pressed a small three digit code and a red lamp started to shine at it.

In the distance was a large city square with a statue in the middle of it, smashed, the rock debris was scatterd around it, by it was graffiti on the ground, a white text tag saying "Repent, for the devil and his army march!"
The sound of a trash can being overturned could be heard, shambling figures, a handful emerged from the alleys and buildings, weak, dirty, bloody.
Bleak stare, looking beyond with no focus.

The chopper sound grew more intense, the dark group moved out on the square, four in a defensive line, one by the fat business guy almost dragging him out on the square, he was somewhat resisting seeing the approaching figures, in the past days he had seen the same figures doing things no man should witness, but hearing the chopper he was somewhat relived.

"This is Urdel with your limo out of here boys, I got your position and coming in for a land." Was heard over the small radio the paramilitary like figures were carrying.

The figure dragging the fat man picked up his microphone and says "Nice to hear from you, how much air is between us?"

"Ten o clock mate." Was heard over the earpice.

Puzzeld the figure looked left and saw the chopper coming in much sooner than he thought. But the shambling and ugly figures closed in and started to let out what sounded like a growling and hissing at the same time.

The line of the protectors took aim and fired single shots with the G36 rifles, aiming for the head, each hit dropped the mindless figures once man like sacks of sand. "Like shooting apples on poles back home." one of them said. The protector closest to the business suit now with sweat spots under the armipits drew his P30 and aimed for the mindless ones coming on the flanks.
Not one of them came to close for comfort.

The chopper closed in and landed. Civilian model Bell 407, faint black like the overalls worn by the protectors. With his last ounce of breath the fat man dragged himself on it, with some help of the crew. Firing a couple of more rounds just for good measure the protectors goto on board.

The protectors did not seem too bothred by this, they had a look over themselves that just stated "boring!", one of them wodered to himself why people were so afraid of these sad looking nimwits. The fat man on the other hand panted like he had just run a marathon and looked shocked that if someone would surprise him now he would have a heart attack, he was even more shocked by the guards he had hired, how could anyone be so calm? He thought to himself.

All of the sudden one of the sad looking nimwits appeared by the door as it was about to close, the same guard who had been dragging the fatty grabbed the dirty nimwit by the forehead and jaw. The guard was wearing knife-safe, kevlar gloves so any biting of his hands and fingers were out of the question, he was not careless.
"Now will you look at that, this bloke got better teeth than me, and he probobly don't even go to the dentist." He almost laughed out to his mates exposing his own as well as the shambling nimwits jaw.
"Well can't have that, it's no fair. Hold it, chin up." The guard sitting in front of him said and took out his pistol. The jaw of the mindless was shut and aimed upwards, held in place the dirty figure was trying to drag himself loose almost in some kind of panic, braindead even this one knew what would happen, and even braindead he did not like it.

The black clad guard put his gun to the exposed teeth of the former man while his comrade held it.
"Seems ya got a hole there." The gunman said and fired. The head and body was dropped from the now hovering helicopter into a mass of 20 like the one they just shot the gums out of.

The crowd just stood and watched as the chopper flew away. The fat man had passed out, seems as if he wouldn't be able to pay up his fee until tomorrow.

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OCC: Like it? Send me a TG and tell me or if you find someting to improve.
Unsure if this will be a start of someting bigger.

The news of a "zombie attack" was at first met with skepticism by the population of Nikovalusca - was the world suddenly the stage for a B horror movie? - but the following trickle of reports and information soon confirmed that something had indeed gone horribly wrong in the country of Fanrai. The issue at hand quickly switched to "What, if anything, should we do about it?" and was argued fiercely across Nikovalusca's nine demes.

In the end, altruism won out over isolationism, though Archon Fenriz du Vall's interest in getting his country recognized on the international stage was more of a factor in his arguments than was charity. "Whether we make any difference or not," he said, "is a matter of extra PR; the world will notice our presence, and remember us."

The Baphomet Division was immediately mobilized following the Authoritarian Assembly's approval. The Assembly did not intend to commit the entire division, at least not until there was definite cause, but an advance element consisting of the 1st Platoon, B Company, Adramelech Infantry Battalion was loaded into a Super Stallion helicopter and dispatched towards Metropolis City to scope out the extent of the disaster.

Official Communique to the Government of Fanrai

The Theocratic Democracy of Nikovalusca has decided to respond to your plea for help. We have dispatched a Nikovan infantry platoon immediately, and are holding a division on standby should the need for further deployment arise. We request permission for our transport aircraft to enter your airspace. We would also like to inquire the location of the nearest airfield facilities should we see fit to deploy mechanized forces.

Ave Satanas
Regie Satanas

Fenriz du Vall
Archon of the Nikovan Authoritarian Assembly

Valad Astarte
Magister of the Nikovan Ambassadorial Circle

SIC:

South Lizasauria's secret service soon leanred of this and forwarded the information through the proper channels.

INTEL agent: Sir, it seems that the infected have exited the other cave mouths, there are now reported outbreaks in at least five neutral nations.

Assistant Director: Good God!

(later that day)

Head of the cave project/quarintine: Damn! We should have warned them dammit! We should have warned the rest of the wor-

Cigar smoking man: And hand over the invaluable knowledge and power the ancients possess??? Are you mad

Head of cave project: Damn! You cold bastard!

Cigar smoking man: Many of us were once like you, paladins for justice and truth, it was out business to uncover it...but then the truth found us, humans make up the majority here and they are savage, uncivilized brutes that demand cold and equally brutal treatment. *continues to grin maliciously as he puffs his cigar* we surely will not hand over these ancient, holy and highly dangerous information to those who do not rightfully own it.

Head: The cave belongs to Lesbania-

Cigar smoking man: Be that as it may some of it belongs to the Virgons, who are an ancient people of which most South Lizasaurians have descended. We plan on taking what is ours back.

Head: So you value power and security over the lives of foreigners?

Cigar smoking man: No....I value oneness with that which belongs over the lives of potential hostiles, because I promise you, if any other nation but ours discovers what the cave has to offer they will surely use it against us and all others. It is better this way.

Head: Yeah, yup! I'd rather have monsters and a zombie apocalypse ravaging this planet rather than an international pissing contest!!!!!!

Cigar smoking man: You'd better hold your toungue...."professor" or you may soon find yourself joining those within the quarantined city. You know I can fill you with holes here in front of the guards and I'd get off scott free, I know people. Now are you going to follow my orders or are you going to persist in crossing me?

Head: *forced tone* I apologize "Sir". Permission to return to my duties.

Cigar smoking man: Granted. *leaves after rudely putting out his cigar on the proffessors desk which both melted some of the plastic leaving an ugly mark and left a nasty stench of tobacco*

OOC: This is based off of my caves of doom. ICly an evil force from the caves began raising the dead and now countries connected to the cave network are under undead attack.

OOC: South Lizasauria, hate to break it to you but that's pretty much impossible. All those caves would all have to be directly connected and the chances of five countries all having the same cave system running through them is laughably-slim to non-existant.

OOC: South Lizasauria, hate to break it to you but that's pretty much impossible. All those caves would all have to be directly connected and the chances of five countries all having the same cave system running through them is laughably-slim to non-existant.

OOC: Even so the chances of the OP's nation neighboring one of the few cave nations isn't as slim as being connected to the cave itself, which brings us back to the cave being the cause of the outbreak.

OCC: Sounds like time for nuclear cleansing....

OOC: I agree.


The Naval Marine commando squad and two Genetics got it easy. They were pulled back before they reached their designated landing point. They were all puzzled, even as they touched down. They went below decked where they unequipped and rested for a while. Meanwhile, miles away in Ursava, silos and nuclear missiles were being prepped for launch while keys were passed out and all the steps required, save for hitting the button, was put in to play; ready to be launched at Fanrai.


OOC: I give him three posts to post an OOC complaint and give me a good reason why I shouldn't nuke him.

OOC: Don't nuke the guy lets do some zombie killing action first :)
Or maybe I or someone else shoud create a more detailed thread to work on.

Lisa White was sitting with her back to the bar counter. She was exhausted

The restaurant was quite small located in the heart of the city.

Lisa was not alone in the restaurant. There were 7 other survivors

Billy Hamond, 27 who was a waiter at the restaurant

Greg Walker, 21 who was a dishwasher at the restaurant

Wendy Banks 45 and Danny Banks, 48 a couple who were present at
the outbreak

Elizabeth Sturm, 19 and her fiancé James Ashton, 22

Harry Bonds, 58 yearold restaurant manager

Lisa was only 23 years old. She was at the restaurant celebrating her best friends 23rd birthday last night when the outbreak happened
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The Chairs and tables were piled up against the doors and windows to keep out the "Insane"

"Its quiet out there, maybe they left?" said James Asthon comforting Elizabeth

Harry the manager was quite a round man and balding

"I dont care, were waiting here for help. No one is going to loosen up out blockade. They will come back and kill us otherwise! Help will come to us!" said the man

"Well what are we going to do with food!?" said Greg walker

"We have food supplies. besides help will come before we run out!" argued back Harry

"We cant count on that" said Lisa standing to her feet.

She had blonde hair down to her shoulders

"Had any word from the police?" she said

"I rang the police last night they said they would send help but.... I guess they never made it. I can only assume the police are no longer effective and the police station is probably overrun with them" said Harry

"Well I'm not going to stay here forever... I wanna get outta this city!" said Billy Hammond
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.................. THE NIGHT BEFORE...................................

Lisa and her best friend Kellie entered the restaurant and to the bar.

Lisa was wearing a black singlet and dark jeans.

"I cant believe the others didnt show up!?" said Lisa

"Jenna isnt even texting me back!?" said Kellie

"Ok well... Maybe they are planning a surprise party?" said Lisa reassuringly

The Restaurant was quite emtpy which was unusual

"Where is everybody" said Kellie

Billy the waiter who was currently serving the bar walked over to them

"Can I get you guys anything?" he said

"Um shots of the best booze you guys got!" said Kellie

"Um firsty can I ask where is everyone. I cant beleive a restaurant like this would be so empty?" said Lisa

"Tell me about it. Customers have been delcining over the last couple of days and we have had quite a number fo staff not showing up for work also or calling in sick"

"Hmmm strange" said Lisa

........................................ 1 hour and 34 minutes later.................................

There was a banging at the windows

"Huh!?" Lisa turned around. she was quite sober while Kellie was quite drunk

"Eww look at that guy" said Kellie

"Looks like he's even more drunk then you" said Lisa jokingly

a large round and balding man ran out with the phone in his hand

"Get here as quickly as possable! Yes. Yes ofcourse i'm closing the restaurant!" said the man

"Hey did I hear you say your closing up!? this place is supose to be open till 11!?" said a young man with a young women

"I'm sorry but there is a riot down town, For security reasons I'm closing the restaurant and locking everyhthing up" he said

There was a scream from outside and thought he wondows some shadowy figures were running up the streets and more people were beginning to tap and bang at the windows

the door was pushed open and 3 figures with wounds all over them burst though biting and rushing at the patrons

"Shit!" Lisa grabbed Kellies arm and they jumped over the counter

Screams filled the restaurant as the patrons tried to fight off the invading insane

The manager dropped the phone and also ran behind the counter

"Block the door and windows!" he shouted

"You guys! get up and help seal up the restaurant!" he yelled at Lisa and Kellie

"Are you mad!" Yelled Kellie

Lisa jumped up

"She's in no state!" yelled Lisa

By this stage the patrons were beginning to slowly push the invaders out of the restaurant by arming themselves with thier chairs and showving them out the door

Lisa dragged over a table and tipped it up to block the door

a body tripped up and grabbed Lisa's leg, she looked down and its eyes had lost all expression, it tried to bite her ankle

"Ahh!" he pulled up her leg and then stomped on its neck

within 20 minutes the seige was over. 13 people survived. and the restaurant was sealed. blood was on the floors and the windows were still being banged on

Lisa went behind the counter, Kellie was gone

"Where.... Kellie!" Lisa ran over kellie had a large wound on her shoulder and thigh

"Oh my god! How did this happen!?" said Lisa

"I went to hide in the bathrooms but they caught me... I'm fine but the wound hurts like hell!"

....................................................... 1 hour later...........................................

Within the last hour the manager had rounded up the survivors and gave them orders to remain calm and stay inside and listen to instructions. Lisa wanted to leave to take the wounded to the hospital but the manager disagreed by saying the "rioters" were hitting the hospital hard according to infromation he recieved while on the phone to the police

Kellie by this stage was quite pale. her eyes were going lighter and losing colour

"Hey.. Kellie wake up!" Lisa shook Kellie, she had passed out for a second then came too

"I cant feel anything.... I'm going numb?!" she said confused before passing out

other patrons who were also bitten were also feeling faint and going pale. Lisa was beginning to suspect the insane had passed something on to thier victims

within 3 hours all the wounded patrons were dead with no longer a pulse. As a safty precaution the bodies were quickly moved to the back fridge and locked inside.

Local Radio station

The executive had been dropped off at the airfield a while back but the stench of his sweat still hung in the Bell 407 chopper, what ever he paid to the company he would have to chip in for a new chopper atleast.

For now, the group was glad to be out of the chopper for a while even if it meant standing in the open for a while. The day was still nice, afternoon, a cool breeze. They were a bit out of the city but had already spotted a few mindless stragglers out here, no sense in picking them off unless they came to close, besides, there were not that many of the mindless buggers, ten, top fifteen maybe ramin around the suburbs near the citylimit.

The radio tower they stood by were on top of a hills in a highland overlooking the city. Pwere was not out around here, maybe the plant was well away from here or maybe the effects were not that widespread.

The group was calmy chatting, it was open ground here, no chance of a sudden ambush by shambling corpses, even if they were forced to flee, more helicopter were on standby, they had radios and emergency pick up areas marked out. For now, all was calm, no traffic, no urban noise, nothing. If it wasn't for the price that had to be paid for this stillness, the "infection" was actually a blessing thought some in the five man group. Four of them stood guard while their boss was inside fiddling with the instruments to get the job done.

The boss, Rove Ersen was inside trying to get the message out over all radio frequencies to possible survivors in the area, the corporation had gotten the request by a wealthy philanthropist to get possible survivors out. Vicekrs Security Corporation had no qualms with this, as long as he paid all was well and good. The broadcaster started up.
Finally, after three cups of coffee and four packs of chocolate raided from an vending machine standing in the lounge it worked.
The message was broadcasted on all frequencies. "Hope people still had hope enough to listen for news" Ersen thought to himself, the people operating the station before the VSC group sure didn't have hope to broadcast, they didn't even lock the door when they left.

---------------------------------Important Message----------------------

To all survivors in the city, you are not alone, you are not abandoned, you have by special request been ordered to be evacuated by a private proffessional, security corporation. Stay were you are safe, get to a telephone, dial 332-1241, give your location and await rescue, call agin to get information on when you are scheduled for evacutaion or update your situation.

If any form telephone communication is non existant, get to one of the four largest city squares in the city, every four hours a helicopter will show up and be active for one full hour before returning, the first choppers will show up att 00:00/24:00 am/pm and come back every four hours.

Vicker Security Corporation are responsible for your safety and rescue, they are armed and supplied, a rule of "zero tolerance" of illegal activites are followed, all actions made jepordizing safety will be met by lethal force.
Do as they instruct and you will be safe.........
[Message repeats on loop]

The restaurant survivors were getting anxious about what was to come. They feared the insane would come back in force. The situation had deteriorated far quickly then any would of expected.

"Is there a TV around here somewhere?" asked Lisa

"Its nothing.... I mean all it shows is the Chief of Police giving an announcement and saying the police station will offer refuge and reading the points of Martial Law... But that message has been on loop all night so.... Its probably overrun or something... I dont want to risk it. We are safe here" said the Manager

"Well what about a radio?" Said Lisa

There was a scream outside. it was high pitched and shrill. glass breaking was then heard. It caused Wendy to break down at the sound of another civilian dying

These type of screams had been heard all through the night at civilians, alone tried to walk through the streets

The Manager walked out with a small radio

"Here.... I doubt you'll get anything from it" said the Manager

"It doesnt matter. We ought to stay informed. For all we know they could be planning to send in the army or something" said Greg heading towards Lisa with the radio

The radio crackled to life and the emergency message from the Vicker Security Corporation blared out

"Oh my god! Were going to be ok!" said Elizabeth rushing over

Lisa broke out into a smile of relief

"Wait just a minute! Did you not hear!? The helicopter is gonna show up at midnight! are you seriously considering going out there to a large public square and waiting till midnight for evacuation!?" said the Manager

"Well what do you propose!? The helicopter aint gonna pick us up here!" said Billy

"Well find some other way outta here couse your not leaving thorugh there!" said the Manager pointing to the blockade of tables and chairs

"What about the back door?" said Lisa

"That allyway out the back leads out into the street which as you know is crawling with those people!"

"Well we have to leave some how" said Lisa

"Where is the nearist public square?" asked Danny

"Well..... the nearist... most logical place for a helicopter pick up is the... City Stadium?" Lisa was interupted

"Why dont we try for the police station? they have a helipad... maybe" asked Greg

"Thats quite a way, away. are you seriously willing to make your way through the streets that far?" said Lisa

"Lets head to stadium...." The manager butted in and interupted Lisa

"The Stadium was also being used as a makeshift hospital during the initial outbreak..... dont you think its suicide to head there is the insanity it brought on through the bites?"

"Well its the biggest and closest area for a helicopter pick up" said Lisa

"Ok... were leaving thorugh the back" said Billy

"You leave! and I'm gonna lock the door behind you and never let you all back in!" yelled the manager

"Fine...." said Lisa

Wendy and Danny stopped

"We'll stay here and wait it out till its all over" said Danny. Wendy was still sobbing

Lisa looked about at the ones who were going to leave to the stadium

"Ok so I guess its Billy, Greg, Elizabeth, James and me.... Grab any tools we can use as weapons..."

"NO! That is restaurant property! I'm not going to let you abandon me and then steel from me!" said the manager

"We need to protect ourselves!" yelled James

"Get fucked!" yelled the manager

Billy punched the Manager in the face, he fell to the ground

"Keep an eye on him" said Billy to Danny and Wendy

They grabbed some kitchen knifes and went though the back door
The Manager stood up and slammed the door behind them and locked it

The Allyway was quite narrow. There was a trail of blood leading up to a dumpster at the end of the Ally.

"Is there someway we can avoid the street?" asked Elizabeth

"I'm afraid not.... But there is a park across the road, we can cut through that, there might be less of those people in there" said Lisa

"Ok lets go"

They cautiously made thier way slowly out of the ally

The road was a mess. it was desolate. cars had thier windows smashed in. blood was all over the street as with news papers and other litter. A car crash was further up the road

there were a few of the zombies stumbling further down the road but they were heading in the opposite direction

"Cant they see us?'' asked Elizabeth

They they found out why they were heading away from they. They surrounded a car and began banging on the windows. from inside the car the heard a muffled "Get away from me!" then the car windows were smashed in and the zombies grabbed at the unfortunate person who was trapped inside

"Come on quickly!" said Lisa leading the way into the park across the road

The Nikovan Super Stallion made one pass over the ruined city before looking for a likely landing zone. From the air, things looked worse than the Nikovans had imagined. Listless figures wandered the streets aimlessly, except when they had a living person in their sights; then they closed on their prey with mindless inexorability. More than once the Nikovan soldiers witnessed a live human being dragged out into the open from a car or a building and torn to pieces. The helicopter's machine gunners held their fire, knowing it would only be a waste of ammunition to try to intervene.

"Alright boys, lock and load!" Lieutenant Hadavasc shouted over the roar of the rotors as the helicopter wheeled around to look for an open space large enough to land. "The LZ will be hot the moment we jump ship: you can bet every one of those things from a mile around is gonna wander over when they hear our noise. Shoot to kill, do not hesitate. And I don't need to tell you," he skewered every man with a furious look, "that those bio suits had better be sealed up tight. We're taking no chances here. I know you were all perfectly healthy when we left, so if any man complains of so much as a sniffle, I'll shoot him myself. Understand?"

"Sir, yes sir!"

"LZ has been chosen, touchdown in two minutes," the co-pilot's voice crackled over the intercom. The troop hold was filled with rattles and clicks as the Nikovan soldiers loaded their assault rifles and secured their biohazard filter masks over their faces, checking over their equipment for the umpteenth time before disembarking.

The Super Stallion's pilot had chosen a large park in the middle of the city for the LZ. The grass flattened and trees whipped about madly under the force of the rotors' downdraft; then the Stallion's landing gear hit the ground, the cargo doors flew open and the 50 soldiers of 1st Platoon spilled out and fanned out into a defensive perimeter. Once the soldiers were dropped off, the plan was for the helicopter to seek the nearest airfield to land and refuel. They still had had no communication from Fanrai airspace authorities, but they would keep trying to contact them.

The first thing the Nikovans noticed upon disembarking, even before the Stallion had had a chance to lift off, was four people in civilian clothing approaching from the commercial district across the street. They appeared to be unharmed, but as Lieutenant Hadavasc had said, no chances. 3rd Fire Squad leveled their assault rifles while their Sergeant yelled "Halt!"

A helicopter was flying overhead.

"Hey Look!" yelled Elizabeth

The Survivors looked up. It headed towards the park

"Lets get to the park, thats where its going!" said Lisa

They entered the park. the entrance of teh park there was a community notice board

"Hey look at this" said Billy

The Notice board contained from outdated messages about a community BBQ while some more recent notices were of disapearances and lost persons cases but one note stood out

Lisa grabbed it

'To the citizens of Metropiles City. Due to the recent breakdown of law and order within the city, Martial law has been declared. In this time of emergency we ask all civilians to remain calm, to seek shelter and wait for the disorder to calm down. We are trying to control the situation as best as possable. A curfew has also been initiated to help combat the large crime spree overwhelming the city. From the Metropiles Police Department'

"The police have lost control of the situation" said James

"Halt!" yelled a voice from the park

The survivors got a fright from the sound of the voice

"Wait! Were human!" yelled Elizabeth

The Survivors ran towards the helicopter and its soldiers but approached with cautioun as they got closer

"Were not like the other" said Lisa

Sergeant Danelasek looked the four over. They didn't look infected, but...

"Stand down, 3rd Squad," Lieutenant Hadavasc ordered sharply. The men did so, and Hadavasc motioned for the four civilians to come closer. He hoped the lowering of the rifles had sent a sufficient message. It was hard to make a platoon of black-uniformed, black-masked, heavily armed men look less threatening.

"Come!" he shouted. "We will not harm you!" At a sharp hand motion from Sergeant Danelasek, the men snapped their rifles up to cover the street and the buildings.

"Thank god" sighed Lisa

The survivors ran over to the soldiers, Lisa went over to the man who called them

"This is Elizabeth and James, Greg and Billy and I'm Lisa.... There are some more survivors holding up in the restaruant just across the road" said Lisa

Lieutenant Hadavasc looked over at Danelasek and jerked his head in the direction Lisa had indicated; the Sergeant saluted and led 3rd Squad across the park towards the restaurant.

"I am Lieutenant Mikael Hadavasc of the Nikovan DEFENSE:ground, commanding officer of this platoon," he said, turning back to Lisa and offering his hand to each of the survivors in turn. "I apologize for threatening you, but in this situation you understand that we can take no chances. What can you tell me about what happened here?"

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3rd Squad halted at the street and took a minute to observe the restaurant. Sergeant Danelasek thought it odd that the alleged survivors holed up in the place had not come out to investigate the sound of the chopper, and it gave him a wary feeling. The windows of the restaurant had been smashed, though were now blocked by haphazardly piled furniture; it didn't look like there had been further forced entry, but... it looked too damned quiet for live people to be in there.

"Go," he ordered quietly, and the squad's two fire teams crossed the street quickly, sidestepping broken glass, debris, and someone's severed arm. Their assault rifles and support weapons were raised as they reached the restaurant. Danelasek tried the door; it too was blocked. "Hello?" he shouted through the shattered window. "Is anybody there?" Silence.

"Help me clear this shit," he said, reaching in and shoving chairs off the top of the pile. Within seconds they had cleared the top furniture and shoved the tables back, stepping carefully over the jagged window edge, boots crunching on broken glass. "Hello, survivors!" Danelasek called out again.

"Sir!" a soldier called from the back room. Danelasek entered, and saw the PFC standing next to an industrial fridge. The door was hanging drunkenly from its hinges, the inside stained with blood, gobbets of flesh still stuck to its frozen surface. It appeared to have been battered open from the inside; but who could have been so desperate to get out to have inflicted that on themselves?

"The back door is open, sir," another private came up and reported. "Looks like it was opened from the inside."

"Let's check it out. I don't think we're gonna find the survivors here."

Danelasek and his fire team trotted through the door, which banged on its hinges as an overzealous PFC shoved it aside. Danelasek was about to turn and reprimand the soldier when he stopped dead. "Oh, hell..."

A mass of ragged figures was gathered around something at the end of the alley. They turned at the sound of the door, and the fresh gore streaming down their faces was shockingly visible; the eviscerated body in their midst twitched back and forth as they gnawed and worried at it, tattered internal organs spilling from its body cavity like macabre spaghetti. The figures howled and charged the soldiers, right as a young Nikovan private vomited in spite of himself into his filter mask.

Danelasek swore and began emptying his clip into the keening mob.

Lisa took a breath and tried to explain what happened

"What ever is going on it happened so quickly.... It was just like any other day and before I knew it I was helping block up a restaurant and fighting for our survival... I dont even know how this all happened" she said

"Well if anybody cared to notice there were some slight signs" said Greg. He continued on

"People had bee dissapearing over the last ocuple of weeks. more people were not turning up to work and calling in sick and then in the last couple of days crime was beginning to rise, home invasions, murders and car crashes... But I just wanna get outta here now" he said

"So have you got a plan... Can we leave?" asked Lisa

OOC: I agree.


The Naval Marine commando squad and two Genetics got it easy. They were pulled back before they reached their designated landing point. They were all puzzled, even as they touched down. They went below decked where they unequipped and rested for a while. Meanwhile, miles away in Ursava, silos and nuclear missiles were being prepped for launch while keys were passed out and all the steps required, save for hitting the button, was put in to play; ready to be launched at Fanrai.


OOC: I give him three posts to post an OOC complaint and give me a good reason why I shouldn't nuke him.

I don,t want you to nuke me.

John Harolds was walking in the streets of Metropiles City until he come upon a Soilders and 7 other surrvivors ''Thank god there is shelter'' he said to himself . He walked to the soilders.''Stop Right there pepole!'' he said in a heavy accent ''This zone is now closed off.''

Broadcast to the city
"Anyone need some mercs? if so contact the Varangian Mercenary force by means of a radio or by Writing a V somewhere visible from overhead shots."

OOC: I assume you're talking about my soldiers and Marble's survivors?

IC: "Our mission is to scope out the extent of the disaster here," Lieutenant Hadavasc replied to Lisa, "and advise whether it merits our country deploying more of its armed forces to bring it to an end." He grimaced behind his mask as he looked around at the deserted street.

"You may go with the helicopter," he said after a silent moment. "Perhaps you could guide the pilot to an airfield? We need to refuel."

"Stop right there, people!" a thickly accented voice called out from some distance away. "This zone is now closed off." Hadavasc turned in mild surprise to see a man approaching the platoon.

Now, there are a number of things a lone man can do when approaching 40 heavily armed and armored soldiers who have been given orders only a step away from "Shoot everything on sight;" if Mr. Harolds had paused to reflect on this before accosting the Nikovan platoon, he might have realized that swaggering up and shouting orders was not high on the "smart" list. All the proof he needed was the rattle-click of twenty assault rifles instantly being cocked and aimed at his body.

A PFC shouted out "And just who the hell are you, buddy?" before the Lieutenant silenced him with a gesture. "I'm sorry, but I do not recognize your authority to make such a statement," Hadavasc said to the newcomer in a deceptively pleasant tone of voice. "Perhaps you would like to tell me who you are, and why you think you have the authority to give orders to me and my men."

At that moment, the sound of howling and rifle fire broke out from behind the restaurant.

Lisa turned in fright at the sound of the gunfire behind her former refuge

'The others!' she thought

"Look I still want to try for the Stadium. My parents probably fled there in the initial outbreak" said Elizabeth who was still in James arms

"There were a number of 'safe zones' declared for refuge, not just the stadium you cant guarentee they fled there" said Greg

"Are you going to ferry more survivors out of the city? The police station, Stadium and a barricade on mainstreet are the main designated 'safe zones' or refuges. I just picked this up at the notice board back there" Greg handed a city map to one of the soldiers with red circles showing the worst affected areas and blue circles to show the 'safe zones'

Meanwhile , the army is holding of the zombies. The horde charges at them sreaming with hunger. The surrvivors can hear the army's death sreams from insine the safe zone.''What is that?'' John Horolds says. '' Don't worry, thats probaly just the army testing a new weapon ,'' some lady said. Right now John wished he stayed in Canedia shooting the movie.

OOC: So... John wasn't talking to my people? Could you clarify who he's talking to, since I asked in my last post? Then my characters won't be talking to thin air. ;)

IC:
Danelasek came back to the *click* of his rifle's empty magazine. For a few seconds there had been nothing but howling and squeezing the trigger and bloodstained monsters and the cacophony of his squad's fire and - now there was just silence and a pile of shredded corpses at his feet, ending not three feet from them.

"Sergeant, report?" Lieutenant Hadavasc's voice crackled urgently over Danelasek's helmet mike.

"All clear, sir," he replied after taking a deep breath. "Contact, no casualties." He bent over the nearest body as he said this, reaching out carefully to turn its head this way and that. The eyes were a blank milky white, the flesh sallow and bloodless, save for the spatter where rifle fire had blown half of its neck and collarbone away. The lips were twisted in a rictus of animal hunger. Danelasek shuddered involuntarily. As memories of the last thirty seconds filtered back, he realized that none of the creatures had stopped until suffering head or massive body wounds, and he reported all of this information to the Lieutenant.

"Roger that," Hadavasc said. "Did you find any survivors in the restaurant?"

"Negative. This lot may have been eating one when we found them, but it's impossible to say for sure."

"I see. Return to the LZ, we're about to mount out."

"Yessir." With more than a few muttered curses at the "zombies" as they reentered the restaurant, 3rd squad moved quickly back to the park.

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Lieutenant Hadavasc nodded briskly as he got off the radio with Danelasek. "There were no survivors in the restaurant," he said simply to Lisa and company as the soldier handed him the rough map. "As far as where you would like to go, you may do as you wish," he continued, glancing over the paper briefly. "The helicopter must leave within two or three minutes, so if you want to take it to safety you must get on now. My men and I will head to the nearest safe zone to see what kind of situation they have there. You may accompany us or go your own way." Privately, he didn't put much faith in the map until he had had a chance to see things for himself, but it least gave them a direction to head in.

"What safe zone will you be visiting first?" asked Elizabeth

"Elizabeth I tink you should join us in the Helicopter" said James

"No I'm not leaving my parents behind. The Stadium is the closest safe zone to where they live. I know they will be there"

"I'll go with you to the Stadium" said Lisa

"Well I'm going on the Helicopter" said Greg

"Ok well hopefully we can meet up later then we might head to the Police station after we check out the Stadium, stay safe" said Lisa

James was a bit disapointed you could see it in his face he wanted to take the Helicopter as he saw it as safe but he coudlnt just abandon Elizabeth

'' I,ll come with you ,Liz,'' John said hearing the conversation. Meanwhile , President Micheal was in the millatary base talking to General Jack Cornelius '' What are we going to do about the infection , Micheal ,'' Jack said. ''I don,t know,'' he said with sadness. ''I think we should bomb them,'' Jack said. '' What!? Are you crazy !?'' Micheal said. ''I,m sorry , we have to ,'' Jack said. Micheal sighed. There was one other choice. Mercs. He hated Mercs. But they would save many pepole.

OOC: Are you going to send mercs , DaWoad.

Message from the Varangian Military force.
To: the government of Fanrai.
From: The VMF (mercenary Force)
Before you consider doing anything increadably drastic hear us out. For a trifling sum we are willing to go into your city and pull out survivors. We will also provide containment to keep the infection from spreading. Don't get us wrong, it will cost you, but there is no need for further civilian causalities.
respectfully,
General Hammer

OOC: Are you going to send mercs , DaWoad.

OOC: lol sorry took me a second. I'll send em if you r willin to pay for em

To:The VMF From:Fanrai

We will pay you 500,000,000 if you save the pepole in are neighboring countrys.

ooc: what do you mean exactly? do you want me to move in to the city or just surround it?

ooc: move in to it.

OOC: got yah on it.
IC:
"done and done"

Varangian base
"Scramble scramble scramble!"
"all land based forces MOVE!"
helicopters and V-22s took off as they loaded. Preloaded equipment was in the air in extremely large airborne carriers already and they were taking off as well heading for the city. They'd be there in twenty minutes tops. The Varangians were GOOD at deploying at speed.

Near Ground Zero (the city)
Spec. Fors. had been predeployed and were now moving into ground zero.

Squads of light infantry led the way into the city. Most troops would have been at least a little freaked but these were the Varagian Mercs. and they had actually seen worse. LAVII's and M249 armed soldiers took over from beleaguered Fanrai troops. Outside the city Marine Forces cut off the city from the outside by encircling and beginning to dig in. Just within the fortifications the Heavy "Slammers" division were gearing up and entering their vehicles. Soldiers boarded Porcupines and gun ports opened in their sides as Troopers aimed their SABR H&K XM29s out in prep for the move into the city. Over the city the 10 Spec ops squads broadcast over the city. "We are coming. If you can get yourself to one of the designated safe zones do so NOW. If you cannot make some sign that you are there and we WILL come and get you. Do not attempt to hide. Please let us help you."
This was broadcast across all radio and television waves and from the skies Specfors in helicopters said it over large speakers mounted on their helicopters in order to get it to absolutely anyone in the city.

OOC: Kind of weak intro there.

IC:
-TLA Science command-
"So this Fanrai has fallen under an outbreak?" the scientist asked as he was handed over some files from a military aide. "Yes." "I don't know why they expect us to care, we might have an outbreak of our own brewing, we don't need to worry about someone elses."

"But still, we should observe what the others are doing about it, we will have to take care of whatever's in there eventually and seeing the common tactics of the enemy and those trained to deal with it would be helpful." Another scientist said speaking up.

"But we must not let on that we might be in a similar situation, there is no need to alert the world... yet."

-Public Message from The Lone Alliance-
We would like to announce that we are watching the situation very closely due to the possible dangers which would arise from this.

OOC: Kind of weak intro there.

IC:
-TLA Science command-
"So this Fanrai has fallen under an outbreak?" the scientist asked as he was handed over some files from a military aide. "Yes." "I don't know why they expect us to care, we might have an outbreak of our own brewing, we don't need to worry about someone elses."

"But still, we should observe what the others are doing about it, we will have to take care of whatever's in there eventually and seeing the common tactics of the enemy and those trained to deal with it would be helpful." Another scientist said speaking up.

"But we must not let on that we might be in a similar situation, there is no need to alert the world... yet."

-Public Message from The Lone Alliance-
We would like to announce that we are watching the situation very closely due to the possible dangers which would arise from this.

OOC: mine? . . .sry :(

James, Elizabeth, Billy and Lisa made thier way cautiously out of the park

"If I'm correct I think that that street leads to the Stadium" said Elizabeth

"Yes your right... Come on" said Lisa

they walked down the streets. It was a mess. A chewed corpse was lying on the footpath nearby as with a ripped of hand. Elizabeth covered her mouth with her hand in shock.

A window smashed open from the 4th floor of an apartment and a zombie came falling out and splattering on the path. The survivors jumped with fright and then carried slowly on.

"Oh my god! Look!" Billy ran over to 2 police cars that were parked across the street to form a barricade. The windows had been smashed in and 2 police corpes were lying by the wheels

Lisa bent down to reach the gun from one of the corpses. She felt so sick from the sight

"How could people do this to someone" she said in disbelief. It looked as though the unfortunate cop's guts had been ripped out

Lisa grabbed the gun and handed her knife to Elizabeth. Billy grabbed a gun from the glove box of the police car

They continued down the street when they came to an intersection. a group od about 5 zombies were feasting on a body with another 4 stumbling around the street.

"Quickly" whispered Lisa they made thier way across the intersection

OOC: mine? . . .sry :(
OOC: Not you, I mean the first post in the thread was kind of weak. Your's was fine.

Lieutenant Hadavasc watched the civilians until they were out of sight, then signaled to his men to gather around. The Super Stallion rose ponderously into the air behind him, setting the trees thrashing and debris whipping about under its downdraft.

"We're heading to this safe zone," Hadavasc announced once the helicopter had gone, pointing to the nearest marked blue zone on the map. It was more than twenty blocks, but it was substantially closer than any of the others. "We'll check out the situation there, get the story from civilians or whatever law enforcement or military personnel they have left. Let's move." The Nikovan soldiers checked their weapons and equipment and mounted out by squads, forming a short column that moved briskly down the street. As they left, more than one of them wondered why everything was so quiet; the Lieutenant had said that they'd have to fight for the landing zone, but aside from the spooks 3rd Squad had run into, they hadn't seen or heard a thing. It should have been comforting, but instead it only increased the soldiers' sense of dread.

OOC: I don't know about you guys, but I'm ready for some hard-core zombie battling action. Talking to civilians and getting ignored by Fanrai is only entertaining for so long, so who wants to build up a nice juicy gore-fest?

OOC: works for me. My mercs are gonna do just that right bout . . .. oh lets say now.

IC:
The slammers had buttoned up. Encased in at least 50 tons of battle steel with multiple machine guns and the Rhino class MBTs main guns they moved into the city along every possible route. Around the city the marines moved closser and dug in closing it off from any chance of the infection spreading. Any plane taking off would have to get through the Pheonix force's Hawk-3 interceptors and anybody trying to leave by land would have ALOT of touble braking through the entrenched marines. Within the city the last legion's three lighter battalions had created their own defensive points and had set up a battlefield HQ and hospital. now the armored Porcupine IFVs and LAV VIIs were traveling in groups of ten through infected areas to try and relieve the beleaguered defenders of the "safe" zones. 50 heavy squads had been left with the command post and artillery and were completely dug in an ready to go. An improvised STOVL airstrip had been put together within the Varangian controlled zone and the idea was to check then airlift any survivors who were uninfected from that site.

The first sign of the creatures was when they began to pour out of buildings towards the armored columns. That was a mistake, Auto cannons, machine guns, and main guns fired instantly at the in rushing horde and the "walking dead" died for a second time as they were literally minced by outgoing fire. As they few able to still move closed with the column firing ports opened and rifles stuck out of the Porcupines giving them the look that had originally given them their name. That took care of the rest of the "dead". The lighter armored convoys actually fared better. they were designed for anti-infantry combat and LAV VIIs and porcupines cut swathes through the city as they moved for the "safe Zones". One such "safe zone" was being overrun and 3 spec for squads dropped straight into the chaos. "undead" died by the hundreds as they opened fire and managed to separate the survivors. Five lightfire helicopters formed closed support and their mini guns tore through the incoming undead as the three squads loaded up civilians then took off. A single squad was left behind and fell back due to the covering fire of the Lightfires and made it out of the immediate zone then fought its way to the top of a building and set up camp waiting for pickup.

James, Elizabeth, Billy and Lisa made thier way cautiously out of the park

"If I'm correct I think that that street leads to the Stadium" said Elizabeth

"Yes your right... Come on" said Lisa

they walked down the streets. It was a mess. A chewed corpse was lying on the footpath nearby as with a ripped of hand. Elizabeth covered her mouth with her hand in shock.

A window smashed open from the 4th floor of an apartment and a zombie came falling out and splattering on the path. The survivors jumped with fright and then carried slowly on.

"Oh my god! Look!" Billy ran over to 2 police cars that were parked across the street to form a barricade. The windows had been smashed in and 2 police corpes were lying by the wheels

Lisa bent down to reach the gun from one of the corpses. She felt so sick from the sight

"How could people do this to someone" she said in disbelief. It looked as though the unfortunate cop's guts had been ripped out

Lisa grabbed the gun and handed her knife to Elizabeth. Billy grabbed a gun from the glove box of the police car

They continued down the street when they came to an intersection. a group od about 5 zombies were feasting on a body with another 4 stumbling around the street.

"Quickly" whispered Lisa they made thier way across the intersection

from the top of a building the stranded spec for squad's sniper saw the group crossing the intersection. He turned to the Sargent. "got ourselves three survivors down their Eon. Any ideas?". "Shit," Said Sargent Eon, "you clay and macy stay up here. I'll take the rest of you mongrels and we'll see what we can do."

ooc sorry for ignoring you I will start posting again Sept.27 at 8:00 am maybe for know I will post one thing

John got in the helicopter and it took of. Oh god , he realized that those pepole down there needed a helicopter still. If he went down there , he could just call his private helicopter . Who knows , maybe his personal helicopter piolit is still alive. "Can you please stop the helicopter?" he said.


ooc sorry for any misspellings

OOC:Is it not too late for me to join in?

OOC: go for it . . .this threads dying fadst though

Varangian military forces pounded their way through the city, thousands of undead were shredded and the refugees were taken fro the city safely. Soon after the entire varangian force closed in on the city sterilizing it house by house until not one "undead" was left.
The Varangians then left as Headquarters set up a payment method with their employers government . . .it was gonna be one BIG bill.

(OOC: hahaha so its over now?)

OOC:I'll delete that last post if anyones still kicking around I just figgured I'd finish it up . . .

OOC: Well, this RP doesn't seem to be going anywhere, so might as well finish it off. Pity, I think it could have been fun.

Fanrai: taking control of another player's characters without their permission is a BIG no-no. I never gave you permission to control my helicopter's pilot, especially for something as ridiculous as random zombification. My characters never gave IC permission for your character to get on the chopper, since you never made it clear that your character was even talking to them. I realize that you're probably new to RPing, and that's why I'm giving you feedback, but that kind of RPing will get you thrown out of an RP in the future.

OOC: its over no flamefest please

OOC: Like I said in that post, I'm not flaming, just giving him feedback.