NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is an alternate time line which ignores all current conflicts/wars/events happening in Cuborg and Macgruber. What happens in Vegas, er, this thread, stays in this thread. The zombies in this thread will follow the basic Romero rules: head shots/decapitation kill the zombie, zombie bites turn you into one of them in about five hours, zombies can't run, etc. For the most part, we will be playing as individuals or small groups, instead of our entire nations. Refer to yourself in 1st or 3rd person, I don't give a rat's ass. And remember folks, it's really boring to have a hundred special forces guys.

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Name: Ivan Kalashnikov|
Profession: Construction worker
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Weapon of Choice: 3/4 meter steel rod
Brief Physical Description: 6 foot 7 tall. Graying girl-ish hair and long beard. Wearing black sweater vest, white T-shirt, blue jeans and construction boots.
Brief Bio: Immigrated from Russia to Canada in the '90s. Charged with multiple sexual assault and robbery charges, fled to Cuborg. Worked as construction worker for 15 years until fired for taking two days of to comfort his dying father in Russia. Torches construction company in revenge, kills 3. Flees to South Cuborg and works at another construction company. On the job when outbreak begins.

It was a month since the power had gone out. After those monsters had taken over most of Cuborg's cities, the power plants went offline due to neglect. Now the only light on this cold winter night was the moonlight. Ivan Kalashnikov sat on the same roof he had been sitting on for 30 days. The roof of the First Cuborg Bank served as an excellent shelter. The roof access door had been barricaded. But Ivan's food supplies had almost been depleted. The stash, which he had taken from a local Shop N' Save, only had one bottle of water and a bag of beef jerky ("Try some of our jerked meat!") left. Ivan stuffed both items into his vest pockets and contemplated jumping off the roof to the streets below. It's only two stories down, you pussy, he thought to himself, I bet it won't even cripple you. He grabbed his trusty steel rod, took a few steps back, and took a running jump of the roof. In the few short seconds of free fall, a thought occurred to Ivan. How the hell am I going to get back up there? He hit the dumpster in the alley with a dull THUD. His water bottle broke, and Ivan lied there in the puddle. Shit. Suddenly, a zombie lent over him, posed to grab. Ivan swung his foot up and grabbed the undead monster's arm. He flung the creature over him and a meter away. Ivan quickly jumped to his feet and grabbed the rod he had dropped on impact. He took a quick 360-degree look at his surroundings. Shit! No less than a dozen zombies had flocked to his location, pouring slowly from the bank's open back-door frame. Ivan, crazy but not stupid, ran towards the street, trampling the disorientated zombie...

Name:Nikkita Peterov
Profession:Police Officer
Gender:Male
Weapon of Choice:M-16
Brief Physical Description:Icey Blue eyes, Long blonde hair
Brief Bio:Russian Imgrant, 22 years old

Name: Leo Takei
Profession: martial arts enthusiast/teacher
Gender: Male
Weapon of Choice: Mp5
Brief Physical Description: brown eyes, 5'9 , black short hair
Brief Bio: 34 year Chinese immigrant to Cuborg. Wanted on a Aggravated assault charge in Macgruber when a man accidentally made a "How can you see with your eyes squinted?" joke. considered a deadly weapon due his training. during the early hours of the outbreak he watched several young students get mauled by Zombies and then turn several hours later, he felt helpless that he could save them from the creature but not the bite.

Ivan's feet kicked snow into the air as he ran from the Bank. As he ran, the shambling scattered pockets of zombies tried to walk towards him, but Ivan was simply too quick. He soon got tired, and it got hard to breath. Shit. He stopped running, and looked around him. A few office buildings, a burning newspaper stand, a gas station... weighing out his options, Ivan ran across the street to the Shell station. The undead were slowly catching up to him. He quickly burst into the convenience store beside the pumps. He stuffed junk food and cartons of cigarettes into his pockets before leaving. Suddenly, a zombie pounced as he walked outside. He pressed his massive hands against the creature's forehead, keeping it from biting him. The zombie grabbed Ivan's shoulders and Ivan swung it into a pump. The zombie fell limp, and Ivan turned around. Shit! The hoard of the undead he had attracted on his trip had caught up to him. They were maybe 10 meters away. But what's that? One or more survivors coming up the street (OOC: Hint hint)?

Name: Matt Brakes.
Profession: Store Clerk.
Gender: Male.
Weapon of choice: Whatever he can get his hands on.
Description: Long brown hair, glasses, a ripped white shirt and loosened black tie. Black skinny jeans.
Brief bio: 27 years old. Moved to Cuborg with mother after the death of his father at the hands of gangsters. Relatively bookish, he also enjoyed spneding an hour or 2 at the firing range on a Friday and going to the movies.

Matt took a few seconds to regain his senses. The shop he had managed to barricade himself into since the outbreak was being broken open like an egg. Zombies poured through the barricades of tables and display rakcs propped against the doors and windows. A young man and woman pressed themselves against the barricades to prevent their collapse.

"Matt!" Screamed the woman. "Come on, help me!"

Max could only stand where he was, the shock sinking in. Then he turned, and grabbed the Colt 1911 that lay on the shop counter. He ran up the stairs.

"You fucker, Matt!" Screamed the man. "Fuck you!"

As Matt turned, unsure of what to do, the zombies broke through. The man was grabbed by endless clawing fingers and pulled through the window.

"James!" Screeched the woman. But her words were futile. The screams of James soon ceased, and zombies crawled their way through the window, flooding into the shop. Matt couldn't bear to watch any more. He ran upstairs and performed a flying dive out of the window. He landed heavily on a car roof. The alarm blared.

"Shit shit shit" hissed Matt. For the zombies were drawn to the alarm like moths to a flame. From all sides, countless zombies converged onto the car and its live resident. Matt raised the gun...

Ivan heard a crash and a car alarm. He noticed that some zombies off in the distance were flocking towards the sound, and not himself. Ivan kicked the hose of the pump, pressed the button for 'Leaded' and ran towards the alarm. As he took his first steps, Ivan pulled his Zippo lighter from his breast pocket, did a cool opening-the-lid trick, and threw the lighter into the crowd of gasoline vapors, zombies and fuel pumps...

Ivan heard a crash and a car alarm. He noticed that some zombies off in the distance were flocking towards the sound, and not himself. Ivan kicked the hose of the pump, pressed the button for 'Leaded' and ran towards the alarm. As he took his first steps, Ivan pulled his Zippo lighter from his breast pocket, did a cool opening-the-lid trick, and threw the lighter into the crowd of gasoline vapors, zombies and fuel pumps...

Matt didn't have enough time to fire even one shot before his persecutors exploded in a ball of flame and fumes. The firestorm was immense.

When it dies down, Matt jumped from the car to the ground, almost feeling the intense heat of the tarmac through his shoes. Spotting a man by the gas station, he walked over to him.

"Thanks for saving me man" he breathed. I'm Matt. "you are...?"

In truth, he looked more bear than man. Just the kind of guy max wanted on his side.

"Ivan." Ivan looked behind him and saw more of the damn things off in the night. He started walking towards the burning gas station, and managed to savage a decent lighter from the convience store. He walked back outside and noticed that they were more zombies slowly shifting towards the new guy and himself. He lit a cigarette and check out his options:
A) Kill this guy and take his gun
B) Hold up in the gas station 'til morning
C) Kill this guy and use him as bait
D) Try to head north
After seriously considering stealing the gun, he decided to head north, to Macgruber. Word on the street was that Macgruber has less of the undead, and that some cities are still standing. So Ivan would head north. If Matt didn't want to follow, then Matt wasn't going to be keeping his nifty 1911 for too much longer...

Leo Takei sits above in his apartment like he has for the last 15 days. He peeks out the window only to notice a large man talking to some white guy. he reaches for his machete and Beretta 92 he keeps resting by the door. he quickly exits his apartment but is confronted by a zombie in the stairwell. He raises he 9mm and fires 2 shots.....

Ivan hears two shots ring out from an apartment complex across the street from the gas station. "You," he says to Matt, "Check it."

Name: Captain Tina Jordans
Profession: Ralkovian Special Forces
Gender: Female
Weapon of Choice: MP7(limited ammo)
Brief Physical Description: Picture of her (http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/arrondock/Ralkovian%20Pictures/charaters/?action=view&current=blaugh2.jpg)
Brief Bio: born in Thomson, Ralkovia she was a bit of a tomboy and by the time she reached 21 she enlisted in the Special Operations for Ralkovian Involvement or SORI through officer training school. She is now 24 and directing a special mission to recover house leader Spara Renfo. Was dating a member of her team, Special force regulation allows dating and sex as long as it is protected and no feelings in the work place are shown.

Name: Private Thomas Brown
Profession: Ralkovian Special Forces
Gender: Male
Weapon of Choice: Crowbar
Brief Physical Description: medium height, some muscle, blonde hair, blue eyes
Brief Bio: Average city kid who joined the special forces

Name: Deel Goola
Profession: Death Guard
Weapon of Choice: Gois Assault Rifle with blade attachment at the end

Name: Deva Gura
Profession: Death Guard
Weapon of choice: B12 Light Machine Gun(limited ammo, 1 magazine to be truthful which is 60 bullets)

Tina sighed as the chopper passed through the city, she looked around the sight disgusted her. It reminded her of the time the Void bombed the ralkovian city of Trens, the smell was horrid and death was all around. She remembered it like it was yesterday, she had been digging through rubble when she felt someones arm, she had quickened her pace as she pulled the rubble apart,"I'm coming," she said to whomever was under the rubble as she tried to pull the last of it off. She stopped, it was a small girl her entire lower body was missing, she had been dead.

Sergeant Leonard turned to her,"Captain did they say what we were up against?" Tina snapped out of the nightmare,"Sorry leo what did you say?"

Leo looked at her funny before repeating his question. Tina turned to him now,"They said something about the walking dead. I don't know what the fuck that was about but from the looks of it, its probably some large scale riot. Or some shit like that." Leo smiled as she cursed, girls normally didn't curse in ralkovia, it was improper.

A young private, an 18 year old with short blonde hair and blue eyes, such a cutie tina thought, spoke up,"I don't know ma'am, they sounded pretty serious when they said it, and I'm reading this book about zombies by Max Brooks and it says that Zombies often look like-"

"Kid shut up," said Leonard grabbing it and throwing it out of the chopper,"Hey I spent 15 buwx on that book," the private responded. "Kid your going to be paying a lot more for a broken jaw if you don't shut your mouth," The sergeant said angrily.

"Leo you shut up, kid trust me there isn't no walking dead," she said smiling towards the kid. The pilot of the HPTH-1035 yelled out that they were approaching the LZ, it was the rooftop of the hotel (whatever hotel their is) and that they were to immediately retrieve the house leader and his entourage. "Okay, men can I get a Hoo-ah," she yelled to her command. The 10 man all gave a loud hoo-ah as the chopper landed on the pad of the hotel.

Immediately they were swamped by the tourists and others who had taken to the rooftops pushing their way through the group the helicopter hovered away preventing anyone from trying to get on.

The squad pushed their way through before finding the house leader and his two assistants along with 2 death guard."Sir lets get on board and we'll have you out of here and back in ralkovia in a second just take my hand and tell your assistants to do the same," she screamed to the man over the uproar of the crowd.

"Okay, lets get out of here," he said grabbing her hand. They led the 3 civilians as the death guard pushed anyone out of the way."Okay Paul, bring her down we got the package."

"Got that captain," the pilot said bringing the chooper down. The crowd screamed trying to get on board, the death guard acted as a buffer pushing the crowd back before getting on themselves."PLEASE DON'T LEAVE US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY WILL KILL US ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" a man screamed. One of the women pushed past the death guard,"PLEASE TAKE MY BABY!!!!!!!!!!" she cried handing the baby in a small pouch to Tina. Tina grabbed the baby from the woman, her natural maternal instincts kicking in as she feared the mother might drop the baby to its death. Private Thomas looked at his captain, her uniform was a bit ripped from so many people pulling on it just like his was but her long hair had been forced out and he could also see part of her breast from on of the rips. She turned to him and showed him the baby, he immediately blushed,"So what you going to do with the kid captain," the private said, realizing just how beautiful she was, he wanted to ask her out really badly right now."Kid that baby is probably older than you are," said Sgt. Leo busting the kids chops once again.

The death guard immediately pushed the woman back as the helicopter got ready to take off away from the side of the building."Peeling off," paul the pilot said into the mike as the helicopter pushed away to the side."Lets get home," Leo said smiling before kissing her on the neck."Leo not now," she said smiling. Private Thomas felt horrible in side, his love had been taken away from him already.

"PLEASE TAKE ME WITH YOU," a man screamed as he jumped on the front of the helicopter. The glass broke as Sgt. Paul tried to take control of the chopper."SHITSHIT SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT, GET THIS FUCKER OFF MY WINDOW I CAN'T SEE," he said.

The chopper tilted into the building its blades immediately cutting people in half as blood sprayed into the chopper. The blades hit against a portion of a large pillar breaking the blades. Paul pulled away,"THIS IS DELTA BIRD, THIS IS DELTA BIRD, WE HAVE BEEN KNOCKED OUT OF THE SKY, BLADES BROKEN, WE NEED HELP COPY," he screamed trying to take control of the chopper. Leonard who had been to busy unbuckling himself and kissing Tina flew out of the side as the rudder started to break. A sickening thud was heard from the ground as Leo plummeted 50 stories into a car."LEOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!," Tina yelled almost jumping out of the helicopter to save him. Thomas grabbed her before she could unbuckle.

Paul took control and almost stabilized the helicopter,"DON'T FAIL ME CHEREE," he said to the helicopter as he pushed forward trying to get out of the gap between the hotel and a large building. The helicopter lurched forward sending the screaming man who tried to get on the helicopter off of it, he was sent into a building and into glass. He was alive and laughed at his good luck, from inside the room he was laughing at something grabbed him and sent him down to the floor of the room as it ain't him alive.

Paul lowered the chopper and took it out of the area. For a few minutes everything seemed it might be okay until the chopper began to lose air."I'M ALMOST OUT OF CITY LIMITS COME ON COME ON COME ON, IF I CAN A LOT OF NICE FLAT LAND I MAY BE ABLE TO SAVE US ALL," he said trying to push the chopper to her limits but the chopper didn't want to go and soon began to fall to the earth. Paul curved the choppers ascent and instead of a dive into the ground it became a glide into the ground ending in the helicopter hitting a 10 story parking garage. Deel Goola patted Deva on the back as he grabbed the house leader and jumped out of the chopper which was 30 feet above the parking garage. Thomas unbuckled Tina a few seconds later before it hit the asphault and did as the death guard Deel Goola did. The 6 landed landed and the death guard immediately jumped forward blocking the shrapnel as the helicopter punched through the concrete and into the stories below.

They all looked around at the huge hole in the pavement (http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t180/arrondock/Ralkovian%20Pictures/charaters/?action=view&current=bombgoingoffinbuilding.jpg) before the house leader began laughing.

"What the fuck is so funny?? My boyfriend and some of my closest friend died," the captain said furious at the man.

"We survived against all odd," he said laughing. Something moaned behind them. They weren't alone on the rooftop at least 100 pale faced creatures shuffled towards them."SHIT, YOU STOP, PLEASE STOP WE AREN'T HERE TO HARM YOU," the captain said walking towards the group.

Thomas grabbed her quickly before the dead could grab her,"Private What the hell are you-" Thomas shot the zombie closest to her. It fell over no blood or anything."THESE ARE ZOMBIES," he said grabbing her. The death guard began to open fire, putting the dead down for good. Pretty soon the crowd had thinned and the death guard took pleasure in breaking the heads of the enemy.

Name: David McMullen
Profession: Police Officer (in training), Army Reserves
Gender: Male, 19 yrs. old
Weapon of Choice: Beretta M9 (55 rounds left), 30-06 scoped rifle (9 rounds left), combat knife, any others he can find
Brief Physical Description: 5'9", 185 lbs, short brown hair, hazel brown eyes.
Brief Bio: A young deputy in training who visited the city, just before the outbreak, for a friend who was recently diagnosed with a terminal illness (who is in tow)

Name: Carl Peace
Profession: Gunsmith
Gender: Male, 17
Weapon of Choice: Dad's .44 (48 rounds left), baseball bat, any he can find
Brief Physical Description: 5'8", 163 lbs, medium length blonde hair, blue eyes.
Brief Bio: His family moved to the city when he was 12, and since then he's been helping his family run the small gun shop they inherited from his grandfather, and learned how to handle guns from his father, a retired police officer. Was diagnosed with a terminal illness a little bit before the outbreak.

David scanned the nearby roads, checking for any signs of movement. He eased up a little and turned and looked at Carl, who was checking the rations. Carl sighed and looked up.
"Based on how much we eat, we have enough to last us justa few more days," He said, answering the young deputy's question.

The building they were in was sure to have some vending machines.
"Okay," David siad quietly. "Here are the battle plans. We search and clear the rooms and look for anything useful on the way. Batteries, vending machines, money, weapons. Don't bust the vending machines right away if you find them, the noise might attract more zombies if they're in here."

OOC: Ralkovia, Nagiyuma I'm assuming your in the same city as we are (Undisclosed city 200km for Macgruber border.)

Before Matt can enter the building Leo exits the building with his bloody Machete and Beretta. He wipes the blood off the machete on Matt's shirt

Ivan looks at the stranger. I like the cut of his jib he thought. The undead were closing in. It was time to go.

(OOC: yeah) David and Carl finished the sweep, finding no zombies on any of the four stories of the building, and busted open a vending and a drink machine.
"Where do you think they are?" asked Carl.
"Maybe they went towards the sound of that crash," David replied thoughtfully.
"I hope so."
Refilling his canteen from the water bottles, he wondered where exactly they were.
"Where are we, Carl? What part of town?"
"Somewhere downtown, Dave. Near the park."
"Any gun shops nearby?"
"I think so...." Carl trailed off in thought and scratched his chin.
The hairs raised on the back of David's neck and he sprung to attention, looking around.
"We're not alone," he whispered.

Looking around frantically, David wanted to know where the heck the noises were coming from. A look of despair covered his face as he realised
"We forgot the freakin basement!" He trained his Beretta on the basement door as it burst open, and he placed the sights on the head of the first zombie, pulled the trigger, and backed up a bit. Carl was behind him. He motioned towards the door and they ran for it. Countless zombies were coming out ofthe basement.
"Why the HELL were they coming out of the basement!?"
"I think they tried to hide in there Dave but one was infected."
David nodded. It made sense, and was probably what happened. Outside, a few yards from the door, he stopped and sent another round at the zombies, which to his reckoning numbered thirty or so. One came out of a nearby alley and grabbed at Carl. He frantically fought for his life from the zombie, kicking the zombie away as hard as he could. He pulled out his .44 revolver and shot it in the chest, hopping back some steps, then turning and running as more emerged from the alley.

Ivan hears two shots ring out from an apartment complex across the street from the gas station. "You," he says to Matt, "Check it."

"Ummm.. Okay..." Matt spoke, forcing himself to keep the fear out of his voice. Moving quickly, he ran to the door and quietly opened it. Keeping his gun hand forward, he crept into the hallway.

"Hello?" He tentatively called. "Anyone there?"

In answer a low moan emitted from the room next to him. A zombie shambled from the dark doorway, arms outstreched in a cruel parody of life.

Wasting no time, Matt aimed and fired, cooly blowing a hole through the rotting cranium. But no sooner had it hit the floor than more were emerging from doorways and halls around Matt. He knew he didn't have enough ammo to take them all.

"Whoever's up there... Help!" Matt shouted, carefully conserving his ammunition.

"Ummm.. Okay..." Matt spoke, forcing himself to keep the fear out of his voice. Moving quickly, he ran to the door and quietly opened it. Keeping his gun hand forward, he crept into the hallway.

OOC: Leo's outside.

IC: With the undead pouring from the appartment and the streets, Ivan flicked his ciggerette away. The zombies were closing in. Ivan ran up to the steps of the appartment, and slamed the door shut. That would buy the group some more time. The sun was coming up from the east, and it gave the advancing monsters a spooky glow to them. Ivan looked at the two men he had somehow gathered, and then took a look around him.

Three cars (two upside down, and one burning), the still-burning gas station, the hoard of zombies coming from the east, the pillaged Kendo's Gun Shop down the street, the group of dead police officers in the middle of the road...

Ivan, without saying a word, sprinted to the pile of dead cops, and within 15 seconds, he had ran back to Leo and Matt with two M9 pistols, and four spare magazines. He stuffed the magazines into the last empty pockets in his vest and spoke to the other survivors. "Run with me." And then he took off north.

"Can zombies climb trees?"
" I don't think so, Carl, why?"
"I love climbing trees."
David chuckled a bit. He looked around at the littered bodies that they had dropped. The good thing about zombies was that they were slow, although they came in scores. They had outrun most of them and taken down the ones in their way. He knew it was taking a toll on Carl, who was running out of time as it was.
"Do you think zombies can feel anything?" Carl asked suddenly.
"No. What's with all the zombie--" He looked at Carl, who was examining the scratches on his arms. Carl looked up.
"Got 'em from the one that grabbed me. I'm not sad, I was gonna die anyways soon. It's been almost six weeks, ya know."
"I know," David answered quietly. He sighed. "I''m sorry. I wanted your last days to be out of this hellhole, but it seems.."
Carl nodded. "I know." He handed David the .44 revolver and the ammo. David shook his head.
"You'll need it before the end. So long as you're not zombie I need someone to help me. I have no idea where I'm going. I can't-"
"Head south," Carl cut him off. "Follow the main road south. There's a store down there, near a gas station, with people in it. Matt, James, and a girl. Can't remember her name. Find them. They have a good barricade on the store but could let you in through the fire escape." He again pushed the revolver and ammo on David.
"How do you know you're even infected?"
"I don't, but bloody wounds are zombie magnets. Now take the gun and get out of here. Oh, and...." Carl rummaged around in his pockets and took out a set of keys. "They're for the gun store. North of the gas station. I'm sure Matt could use ammo for his .45, he never kept much of it."
There was silence for a few minutes as David took the supplies up in his pack. It was broken by Carl, who started coughing up blood. David saw the bites on his back and side. He clenched his jaw and placed his sights. Carl looked at him with zombie eyes.
"Do it," Carl said. "Now."
"I'm sorry, Carl." He pulled the trigger.

"Time to go south."

Nikkita sat their at his desk watching the barricades at his desk with his M-16 at his side ready wearing his Riot Control Suit he found before it all started. His dog Saul was barking as he spotted people heading north at first he was ready to take action but he could hear them talking he hesitated he yelled "Over here hey!" he was not watching behind zombies were coming in the distance, he grabbed what ever he could the pictures of his family, ammo, water and called Saul his dog to his side he ran

OOC: Leo's outside.

IC: With the undead pouring from the appartment and the streets, Ivan flicked his ciggerette away. The zombies were closing in. Ivan ran up to the steps of the appartment, and slamed the door shut. That would buy the group some more time. The sun was coming up from the east, and it gave the advancing monsters a spooky glow to them. Ivan looked at the two men he had somehow gathered, and then took a look around him.

Three cars (two upside down, and one burning), the still-burning gas station, the hoard of zombies coming from the east, the pillaged Kendo's Gun Shop down the street, the group of dead police officers in the middle of the road...

Ivan, without saying a word, sprinted to the pile of dead cops, and within 15 seconds, he had ran back to Leo and Matt with two M9 pistols, and four spare magazines. He stuffed the magazines into the last empty pockets in his vest and spoke to the other survivors. "Run with me." And then he took off north.

Matt didn't need telling twice. Keeping his trusty pistol in his hands, he followed Ivan as close as he could, whilst keeping a distance from the man.

"You know where we're goin'?" he called breathlessly.

Now armed with his friend's revolver and directions, David headed south towards his destination. He moved at a brisk pace, on the lookout for zombies and The Three Bullets, Carl's family gun shop. He clenched his jaw at the thought of Carl.

"Damn it. Damn it all." he thought, clenching his fist as he moved briskly south. "Hopefully I'm not the only one alive here."

Soon enough, he saw the gun store, but the key would be of little use for the door. The door was busted in and the place ransacked. Still, he was sure he could find some kind of ammo and maybe even a gun or two. He entered, checked for zombies, and searched the ransacked place, overturning already overturned furniture, checking in closets, and looking in the cash register. He found a key in the bottom of the pennies, and looked around for anything it could go to.
The safe!
He went to the back door, which of the two, one was still intact. He smirked.
Good ol' steel doors.....

"We should head north to Macgruber. I heard there where some cities left and fortified. I heard Lemongrad was one of them and its closest." Leo says as he catches up to Matt.

"Before the power went out, I heard to the CB radio that Lemongrad was still standing. We have to make it there." This was the most Ivan had said in months. They seemed to have outran most of the stiffs within a few minutes of running, save for a few zombies picked up while running. Ivan, not being as young as he used to be, got tired, and stopped. He panted heavily, and light another cigarette. He looked around, seeing five zombies in the distance, and a parking garage. Ivan's eyes focused on some sort of tank wreckage, no, a helicopter in the distance. Ivan pulled one of his M9s from his jacket, and walked very nonchalantly towards the burning wreckage. One of the zombies had gotten close enough to him that Ivan fired three rounds and struck the head twice. Another zombie tried to flank the group, but Leo beheaded it with a mighty slash.

"I hear talking" Leo says.

After finishing his search in the untouched rear of the gun shop, David now had 10 more rounds for the rifle and revolver, as well as 3 more sorely needed clips for his Beretta. His .30-06 had a new rifle sling, and he was packing a shotgun now too.
About 30 minutes of travelling south later,at a brisk pace (as always, to keep the zombies off), he could barely make out some sort of debris in front of a parking garage off in the distance. Thinking there could be survivors nearby, he quickened his pace even more, pistol in hand, towards the debris.
"That's some sort of crash," he thought to himself. "No way it's old either, with that fire nearby."
Suddenly he heard gunshots. The sound was somewhat invigorating, and got his blood pumping.
"Someone else in this hell hole!" He hurried now more than ever to get there, glancing around every now and then to chek for undead.

Ivan now heard two diffrent talking sounds. One of the was down the street. Better check it out. The group made it to the burning helicopter. Several bodies laid mangled and charred. Ivan wrinkled his nose and searched for any salvageable equipment. Nyet. He slid a fresh magazine into the recently-used M9, and pulled the second one. Holding a gun in each fist, Ivan sprayed four shots at another closing-in stiff, downing it. Ivan called into the darkness. "Who's out there?" Ivan aimed a M9 down the street, and another at an advancing zombie. With his left arm, he fired two rounds at a zombie. Both misses. He quickly abandoned firing with two guns, and aimed like a normal person at the stiff. BANG, BANG, BANG, CLICK. The zombie and the magazine both hit the ground roughly at the same time. Sliding the second magazine into the pistol, he shouted again. "Identify yourself!"

Leo quickly raises his gun as he runs to hide behind a mailbox.

David called out to the voice "David McMullen! and yourself?" He sent some bullets towards an approaching zombie, all four shots hitting but only the last bringing it down.

"Leo. We're heading north to Macgruber. You alone right? what kind of gun you have?" Leo replied.

"Got a Beretta, a .44 revolver, a rifle, and a shotgun."
He thought about it for a second.
"I don't need the shotgun. My friend, he's gone now, told me to head south and find a guy named Matt at a barricaded store, near a gas station. I'm guessing it's not there anymore?"

OCC: can i play as a zombie or someone in the proccess of turning into a zombie?

"The gas station is gone." Ivan motioned at the damaged car park. "There's some people up there. We can take their supplies."

Leo spoke up first. "You mean we're going to steal their supplies?"

Ivan got in Leo's face. "It's either us or them. Who do you care most about: us or them?"

"I will not murder innocent people!"

Ivan points his loaded M9 at Matt's head. "You really give a shit about somebody you DON'T EVEN KNOW? And you'd be willing to die for them?" Ivan pulled back the hammer with his thumb. "We have to do... whatever it takes..." His finger tensioned up on the trigger...

can i play as a zombie or someone in the proccess of turning into a zombie?
OOC: Sure, you can be an infect survivor.... OR BETTER YET, you know Matt's backstory? Where he leaves two people to die? You can be a bitten survivor of that attack. Which will be juicy considering Matt's in our little group. But for how long?

OCC: I want to be a National Guard soldier who was bitten and is now a infected human(almost 100% zombie) and sort of leads my own group of zombies.And ill be him for awhile until one you guys kills me off.

OCC: I want to be a National Guard soldier who was bitten and is now a infected human(almost 100% zombie) and sort of leads my own group of zombies.And ill be him for awhile until one you guys kills me off.
OOC: Sure, but remember the Romero zombie rules: head shot=death, no running... I guess you can have marginally higher intelligence for a zombie, like the bald, black zombie in Land of the Dead... We're just waiting for Matt to come back.

Name:Kash Wilson
Profession:Calaverian National Guard(Urban camoflauge with black vest/combat boots)
Gender:Male
Weapon of Choice: AK-103
Brief Physical Description:Athletic, ice blue eyes, dirty blonde hair(now extremely pale skin)
Brief Bio: Was sent to Cuborg to help with the zombie infection. His patrol was destroyed and he is the only survivor. His last known event was being bitten by a zombie.

OCC: dude, can you let my guy run?

Kash stumbled in the hospital, his body pressed against the wall leaving smears of blood that poured out of his neck. He moaned at his wound and was turning exremely pale. Behind him was a trail of bullet shells and three dead zombies. Kash held onto the rail and walked down to the street before walking out into the city. There was signs of chaos as stores were broken,police cars that were empty. The skys were grey and light breeze passed through his hair. Kash's breathing intesified " Fuck, they got me....they....they got me." He thought to himself. The barrel of his AK-103 still smoking from engaging them. Kash became dizzy before falling down in the middle of the a city street where all was quiet...there was blackness.

OCC: dude, can you let my guy run?
OOC: Not as a zombie, no.

OCC: okay that's fine.

Kash gasped as he woke up,pulling his face from the gravel. Things were much different now. His senses were different. He was also very hungry, he looked at his hands,they were bloody as was his neck. The blood was cold as ice, as was the rest of his body. The world was so differetn in his eyes now, he walked slightly off balance, his rifle attached to his chest. " What happend...food.....I'm hungry, I'm starving....something...eat something now.." Kash said to himself as he walked the streets.

OOC: Waiting for Matt.

Hearing the argument between the two men, David had been walking up, nice and out in the open so he wouldn't get shot up by them.
"Chances are if they came in on that chopper, then they're better equipped than us who've been here the whole time since the outbreak.... Trying to steal from them would be risky. But then again the ones on that chopper might not even be here anymore."

OOC: Waiting for Matt.

OOC: Matt.

"Guys! GUYS!" Shouted Matt, jumping between Ivan and Leo. "If we're gonna start bumping each other off, then start with me. Because... I can't stand it. I don't want to see any more companions die."

He walked away, turned.

"Ivan. We'll go see what supplies those people are willing to give us. If they aren't willing to share... Then we can redistribute. Okay?"

"Agreed." Leo says as he follows Matt.

Kash continued down the street, walking like one of the undead, although a bit more straighter. The blood on him was cold and rather sticky. The other zombies around him didn't pay any attention they just walked past him. He felt like he was drawn to them and them to him. When he came around a corner he saw the other humans. Kash tried to act as human as possible in case he was spotted. " Hungry....are they warm?...im cold..."

Leo Spots a man seemingly in pain walking with the Zombies. "Look over there" Leo yells as he fires his gun at the Zombies around the man killing 4 of them. "Somebody help him" He yells again.

" Hes coming towards me?....okay...im hungry still...im cold...oh he looks good, warm." Kash turned the safety off on his AK-103. " Just come closer...just need to put my hands on him...."

"He's reaching for his gun," Ivan said quietly to his group, before shouting "Let's see some hands!" He points his M9 at the fatigues-wearing man.

"Oh shit!" Leo yells as he runs towards the mailbox. he empties his magazine at the legs of the zombie with the AK.

"He's reaching for his gun," Ivan said quietly to his group, before shouting "Let's see some hands!" He points his M9 at the fatigues-wearing man.

"Shiiiiit" Whispered Matt. "Look at how those other zeds follow him around the place."

He raised his 1911 anyway, just to hammer home Ivan's point.

Kash fell to the ground onto his knees and yelled " Hel...hel....help me.." He reached out his hands towards Matt. "Please come closer...help me...feed me." He thought.

Kash fell to the ground onto his knees and yelled " Hel...hel....help me.." He reached out his hands towards Matt. "Please come closer...help me...feed me." He thought.

"Dont move!" Matt warned, still aiming at the stricken man. "Hands above your head!"

Kash raised his hands into the air. He had already ordered a troop of about zombies to go around them while there attention was at him. " Flank them....go around...you can eat then..."

"Son of a bitch, they're flanking us! Pull back!" Ivan shouted as he spit out his cigarette and fired 15 rounds blindly into the crowds, a waste as it only downed two stiffs. He did a 180 and reloaded his handgun. "Move it!"

Kash raised his hands into the air. He had already ordered a troop of about zombies to go around them while there attention was at him. " Flank them....go around...you can eat then..."

"Cover me" Hissed Matt. And then he took a tentative step towards Kash. Seeing no reaction, he took another... And another...

Leo stops running for a second. "what the hell are you doing?" he quickly adds "Toss me that shotgun!"

Kash smiled inside " I can feel his warmth...flesh...closer..need to grab..." His voice echoed " Help...shrapnel in neck..."

Kash smiled inside " I can feel his warmth...flesh...closer..need to grab..." His voice echoed " Help...shrapnel in neck..."

Matt turned, his back to Kash.

"Hey!" He shouts. "Where are you go-" He spotted the hordes of zombies encircling Leo, Ivan and himself.

"SHIT! GO GO GO!"

Kash lunged forward and put his arms on Matt's shoulders pulling his back to the ground before staring into his eyes. Kash was emotionless till he opened his mouth exposing white teeth.

"Fuck, there goes the shottie and the AK..." Leo leg sweeps a near-by zombie, brains it with his machete, and starts running up to Ivan.

Kash lunged forward and put his arms on Matt's shoulders pulling his back to the ground before staring into his eyes. Kash was emotionless till he opened his mouth exposing white teeth.

Matt's fingers, slick with sweat, purchased the muzzle of his gun. Tightened. He brought the handle of the gun to bear and pistol whipped Kash hard in the jaw. Something cracked. The infected rolled aside. Matt clambered to his feet.

"Jesus, this has gone to shit." He stated, re-aligning his gun and setting off in the direction of the others. Behind him, the horde grew ever larger, and marched, incessantly, toward their prey.

Ivan shouts at Matt. "Book it!"

Kash felt the impact of Ivan's bullet but no pain. He began firing fully automatic in there direction with his AK-103, more like a spray and pray style at the moment. " Back here!! come here!!!"

occ: gtg now

David was outside the circle of zombies looking for Ivan
A zombie came up on his left, he withdrew his combat knife and stuck the zombie up through his lower jaw, squeezed off two shots with his beretta, shot the impaled zombie in the forehead, yanked his knife out, and shot at a few more zombies.
He finally caught sight of Ivan
'"Ivan! Shotgun!" he yelled, tossing the shotgun at him.

"Thanks!" Ivan catches the gun, and throws it underhand to Leo. "Heads up!"

OOC: What kind of shotgun

"Thanks" Leo says as he catches the gun. "lets get the fuck out of here" Leo yells as he starts to run away.

Bullets from Kash's AK whined all around Matt, but none impacted. Seeing a zombie loom ahead of him, he raised his gun and fired a few rounds into it. The momentum of his movement caused several to miss, but one struck the zombie in the chest. Matt went to fire again, but his gun did nothing but click.

Desperatly, Matt lifted his leg and slammed his foot into the rotting skull, causing it to burst like an ovverripe melon. Satisfied, matt continued onwards...

Ivan, running, spots Adbul's Corner Store two blocks up. The gates were up. "Get inside the store!" Ivan loudly suggests.

"Go for the Store." Yells Leo as he runs for the store.

OOC: standard civilian pump shotgun

David ran into the store and positioned himself at the gates, and did a quick look around for any zombies. He got ready to lower one of the gates, and waited for Matt, Beretta at the ready.

Matt took a flying leap through the door where David was waiting. Crashing heavily onto the floor, all he did for the next few seconds was breathe in, returning the oxygen to his starving lungs.

With everybody inside, David pulled the gate down to hopefully slow if not stop the zombies for a few moments. He looked around at the group.
"Well, what now?"

"Barricade the gate. Move the racks in front of the gate." Leo says as he heads into the back room. As Leo enters the back a zombie begins to thrash wildly. fortunately for Leo he hanged himself and is stuck in midair. Leo swings his machete at its neck, severing its head from its body. he then searches the body finding a 44. Magnum on him and a extra 6 rounds.

Moving the heavy metal shelves in front of the gate, Matt asked "Does anybody have any .45 ammo, by any chance?"

"Okay," he replied, pushing some of the racks in the way. He kept an eye out for candy bars and water bottles, so he could toss them in his pack.

"Can't help you ,Matt. is everybody OK? Nobody bitten?" Leo enquirers as he enters the main part of the building. Then an item catches his eye, a Switchblade in the display case. "Hey somebody pass me one of those knifes please. The one with the black handle? Leo asks.

Ivan shook his head 'no' to both questions, and put both hands on the heavy 'super wall' of cigarettes. He gave an animalistic roar, and ripped it off the supports. His arms shook but he managed to turn right and throw it against the barricade. He wiped his brow, and picked up the cigarette cartons he'd knocked over. Ivan tried to stuff them into his pockets, but they were full so he placed them on the counter. He opened on and lit a smoke.

"Okay, it's about 6:30, Day 31 into the outbreak. These gates will probably hold pretty good. We have plenty of food and water, but only a few guns. Now, Matt, I know I threatened to blow your brains out, but that's just how serious this situation is. We may have to kill other people to get out of here alive..." Ivan said. "Tonight we take as much food as we can and make it out of this city. The countryside will have less of the infected, and will take us to Lemongrad. Who's with me?"

Ivan shook his head 'no' to both questions, and put both hands on the heavy 'super wall' of cigarettes. He gave an animalistic roar, and ripped it off the supports. His arms shook but he managed to turn right and throw it against the barricade. He wiped his brow, and picked up the cigarette cartons he'd knocked over. Ivan tried to stuff them into his pockets, but they were full so he placed them on the counter. He opened on and lit a smoke.

"Okay, it's about 6:30, Day 31 into the outbreak. These gates will probably hold pretty good. We have plenty of food and water, but only a few guns. Now, Matt, I know I threatened to blow your brains out, but that's just how serious this situation is. We may have to kill other people to get out of here alive..." Ivan said. "Tonight we take as much food as we can and make it out of this city. The countryside will have less of the infected, and will take us to Lemongrad. Who's with me?"

Matt smiled. "A crazy guy.. The best guy to be with. Sure I'm in."

"Right, we should tend to any wounded, and then gather food and water. Is anybody hurt?" Ivan set his M9 down on the counter.

"I'm good, no cuts, scratches, or bites," David piped in, tossing a box of .45 ammo from his pack to Matt. He gave the shotgun shells to Leo, who now had the shotgun, and set to work reloading his magazine for the Beretta. He checked his .30-06 and its scope.

"Backpacks are nice," he said. "So are steel doors."

He reloaded his gun and replaced the batteries in his flashlight. He rummaged around in his pack and removed any non-necessities, trash, and broken items that he could find.
"See any non-perishables?" he asked. "Any canned food, beef jerky, water, stuff of that sort?"

"I'm good, no cuts, scratches, or bites," David piped in, tossing a box of .45 ammo from his pack to Matt. He gave the shotgun shells to Leo, who now had the shotgun, and set to work reloading his magazine for the Beretta. He checked his .30-06 and its scope.

"Backpacks are nice," he said. "So are steel doors."

He reloaded his gun and replaced the batteries in his flashlight. He rummaged around in his pack and removed any non-necessities, trash, and broken items that he could find.
"See any non-perishables?" he asked. "Any canned food, beef jerky, water, stuff of that sort?"

Taking David's advice, Matt snatched a backpack from a rack ahead of him. He grabbed some tins of beans and water bottles into it. He then crossed over to the freezers and removed some cooler blocks to wrap around the food.

"Nobody likes hot water" He mused.
He then took the bullets David had offered him, and carefully slotted each round into his magazine. He knew that keeping the clip unloaded would save the springs, but he couldnt take the chance of being unarmed.

"I don't recall you answering the man's question Matt?" Leo says as he grip's his 44. that's tucked in his pants." Anyway we should take the freeway to get out of the city. It would be safer and faster." Leo explains still looking a Matt and his hand on his gun.

"I don't recall you answering the man's question Matt?" Leo says as he grip's his 44. that's tucked in his pants." Anyway we should take the freeway to get out of the city. It would be safer and faster." Leo explains still looking a Matt and his hand on his gun.

Matt returned the gaze, then switched back to David.

"Sorry. Yeah, I got a bunch of tins from these boxes here. Looks like they were restocking."

He cocked his pistol.

"Put your gun on the counter Matt. Do it now." Leo orders.

"Put your gun on the counter Matt. Do it now." Leo orders.

"What? With those things ready to burst in at any secojnd?" Retorted Matt. "Did any of you remember to check the back rooms, per chance?"

"I did. NOW PLACE THE GUN ON THE COUNTER." Leo yells.

Look I havent read the previous posts (nor am i planning too) but i enjoy telling stories so... here you go...

There once was a special forces guy...

joking joking

Ill try to catch up on whats happening but basically Im gonna start my own guy who has nothing to do with the rest of yours. Sorry to be a douche but i have limmited time.

Dont hate me.

Wait what season is it?

OOC: It's winter. Read the previous posts. Carefully.

OOC: This is NOT New England.

"I did. NOW PLACE THE GUN ON THE COUNTER." Leo yells.

"Can we trust you Leo?" Queried Matt, hovering the 1911 over the counter. "Look. Ivan's gun is on the counter. Mine is above it. Yours.. It's in your hands. You're acting like that crazy zombie soldier we found outside. Have you been bitten?"

OOC: Thats why i deleted my post.

"Can we trust you Leo?" Queried Matt, hovering the 1911 over the counter. "Look. Ivan's gun is on the counter. Mine is above it. Yours.. It's in your hands. You're acting like that crazy zombie soldier we found outside. Have you been bitten?"
"Answer the question. Have. You. Been. Bitten?" Ivan says as he stomps out his smoke.

Jack lifted his head. He was curled around the bowl of the toilet. Leaning against the wall was his AK and his pack. "CAN WE TRUST YOU" a voice yelled from the main room of the store.

Hearing more talking outside the bathroom Jack stands up reaching for the AK against the wall. He stumbles, falling against the door with a loud thud. "Fuck..." he mutters under his breath.

Name: Jack Brannigan
Profession: None
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Weapon of Choice: Beaten up Ak-47 with front flashlight and a hunting rifle with about 7 bullets left.
Brief Physical Description: 6 Foot 4 Inches. Jeans and whatever he can find.

Ivan hears a THUD come from the back room. "I thought you cleared it. Leo, check it out. I'll keep an eye of Matt." He grabs his M9 from the counter, and holds it in a non-threatening manner.

"Oh shit" Jack mutters after hearing the scutter of feet towards the door. He reaches for his AK and checks the clip. Suddenly the clip drops, spilling bullets all over the floor. He drops to his knees scrambling to pick up the fallen bullets.

Leo kicks down the door with his shotgun out. "let's see some fucking hands!"

Jack drops the Ak and the half full clip and falls to the floor on his stomach. After a second of thought he sticks his hands out to the side of himself.

OOC: Is there something i dunno about why it takes so long for people to post.

You know what i gotta go.

OOC: sorry bout that

leo points the shotgun to this stranger's head and fires

With Leo out of sight, matt drops his 1911 on the counter.

"I think there's something the matter with Leo" WHispered Matt. "You saw what he was like just then."

Ivan lowers his voice. "Leo might not be the most sane person in our group, but we need him. At least until we leave this city. At that point, he will be useless." Ivan turns to gates. A couple of stiffs were banging against the barricade. He turns back to Matt and David. "David, keep packing food and water. Matt, go help Leo drag the body to the roof."

Matt entered the room where Leo was standing over the body. "Look, no gun." He shows Leo his empty hands. "Lets give 'em something to munch on." He grabs hold of the body's legs.

leo clubs Matt in the head with his shotgun, followed by a sidekick to his temple. leo yells loudly "let go of my gun!"

leo clubs Matt in the head with his shotgun, followed by a sidekick to his temple. leo yells loudly "let go of my gun!"

"What the fuck!" Shouts matt. "I never went near your gun!"

He steps backwards, head swimming from the heavy blow inflicted on his temple. Blood clouds his eyes. He crashes hevily to his knees.

"The fuck Leo... The.."

Ivan bursts into the room, and notices Matt lying on the floor at gunpoint. "Good show. Check him for bite marks."

"Fuck that." leo says as he unsheathes his machete. "He was reaching for my gun. i saw it clear as day."

Ivan bursts into the room, and notices Matt lying on the floor at gunpoint. "Good show. Check him for bite marks."

"I haven't been bitten. I'd know if I was." Whispered Matt. "Here, check me. But just get the fuck off my back all the time."

"Let him up. But take his guns." Ivan leaves the back room and peruses the Zippo display cases. He looked for a few moments before settling on an black lighter with the anarchy symbol in white. He replaces his Bic with it. He stands up to the gate, looking into the streets. Some more zombies had lurched up to the gate. No sign of that solider one. Suddenly, a hand came through the metal gate. Shit! Ivan severed the hand by toppling a display case that was part of the barricade on it. Another fist came through the weakening barricade as a mass of bodies pushed against it. "Little help?" Ivan calls out, as he starts bludgeoning the hand with his steel rod.

"Let him up. But take his guns." Ivan leaves the back room and peruses the Zippo display cases. He looked for a few moments before settling on an black lighter with the anarchy symbol in white. He replaces his Bic with it. He stands up to the gate, looking into the streets. Some more zombies had lurched up to the gate. No sign of that solider one. Suddenly, a hand came through the metal gate. Shit! Ivan severed the hand by toppling a display case that was part of the barricade on it. Another fist came through the weakening barricade as a mass of bodies pushed against it. "Little help?" Ivan calls out, as he starts bludgeoning the hand with his steel rod.

Matt laughed.
"Without a gun? Hmm..."

Nethertheless, he ran to the barricade and pressed his weight against a shelf that looked ready to topple, allowing access to the undead horde.

Nethertheless, he ran to the barricade and pressed his weight against a shelf that looked ready to topple, allowing access to the undead horde. OOC: so your screwing us over?

OOC: so your screwing us over?

OOC: no, but the zombies are about to push it over. I press myself against it so they don't have access.

OOC: no, but the zombies are about to push it over. I press myself against it so they don't have access. OOC: oh

leo sees the barricade start to give way. "cheese it! the back door!" leo unlocks the backdoor, and waits for the others before oppening it

Ivan immediately books it to the back door, grabbing several bags of chips and beef jerky along the way. "David! Matt!"

Matt lets go of the shelf. He grabs the dead mans AK-47 as he runs. Turning at the door, he sees the shelf he was holding topple, and a slow spill of zombies emerge into the shop...

OOC: The AK has no magazine and one chambered round. And for the sake of moving this thing along, let's just say David runs with us.

OOC: The AK has no magazine and one chambered round. And for the sake of moving this thing along, let's just say David runs with us.

ooc: Just pretend I said 'hunting rifle' rather than AK :P

OCC: What's happend?

OCC: What's happend?

OOC: since we left you with a broken jaw, we got into a store, killed some guy we found inside, rowed, and now zombies are breaking down the barricades. And we're leaving.

OOC: Read and find out

Ivan bursts out of the back door, and takes a quick look around. No zombies in the alley. He pulled out both M9 pistols and trained one down each end of the ally. He waited for the others to leave the building.

David was a few paces behind Ivan, Beretta in hand, thinking to himself that he should be less quiet and actually suggest stuff every now and then.
"Which way's north, and which way we goin' right now?" he asked while running, checking behind and to his left for the others.

"North is that way" Leo says pointing left "lets move, but stay quite."

David nodded, and took up the rear. He smirked, noticing Matt's new backpack, and checked the side of his own pack for his flashlight.
His hand bumped on Carl's .44, the one Carl had gotten from his dad. He pulled it out and examined it, making sure to keep up pace with Matt.

Ivan trained both pistols to the left and walked briskly down the alley. A stiff stumbled into his path, and Ivan clubbed it with both guns, creating a sizable dent in its temples. It fell, and the group moved on. There was a light at the end of the darkened ally. Shit! The alley ended where they had started, by the helicopter wreckage. The soldier zombie's jaw laid in a bloody puddle where it had been blown off. The talking they had once heard there had ceased.

the reflection of light off of something to their left caught David's eye. The glint was moving. David jumped as he realized it was moving and nudged one of the group members, pointing at it. It looked like something on fire, and it was a good distance away.

"What the fuck it that?" Ivan mutters.

David unslung his .30-06 rifle and tried to get a look through his scope. All he could see was a moving fire, not what was moving it.

"All I see is a friggin mobile fire........ like a torch maybe?"

The hair on the back of his neck stood up on end. He looked around, the group didn't seem to notice anything, and the feeling went away. He looked back at the fire through the scope, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up again.

"I've got a bad feeling about that fire...."

"Give me that scope..." Ivan grabbed the rifle from David and looked at the flaming thing. "Oh dear God, it's a..."

OOC: What are you getting at? What the heck is it?

David went cold.

"Please don't say zombie with a torch. Super-weapon holding Rambono-looking guy??" with a comlink light on his shoulder? I'd rather it be that than a zombie with a torch. 'Cause that means what we saw with that soldier zombie wasn't and isolated incident....."

"Isolated or not lets get the fuck out of here!" Leo proclaims as he pumps his shotgun and rushes down the opposite ally way. "Hurry up i got a car a few blocks north in a storage unit."

David ran along with them, looking left and right for any movement along the streets and alleys. Snow placidly fell, covering the dead bodies and the mangled wrecks. The air was cold and biting, the kind that would wake you up and open your eyes. The group made their way quickly to Leo's storage unit, although they were out of breath, they were not overly hot because of the cold of winter.

"Come on just a few more blocks!" He says before sending a Zombie flying through a plate glass window with one burst of his shotgun.

Panting furiously, Matt brought up the rear of the group.

Behind him, a dull thud gave him a shock. Turning despite himself, he saw a plain zombie, bones broken, trying to drag itself upright.

What the... he thought.

Looking up, he saw open windows of the higher floors. Zombies dropped out of them like confetti. It was only a matter of time until one of these living raindrops landed on a member of the party.

"Away from the buildings!" Matt yelled.

Another zombie smashed into the ground with a loud THUD. Ivan looks up to avoid getting smoked by unseen falling stiffs. The ones that had already hit the asphalt tried futilely to crawl to the group of survivors. Ivan pockets one of his handguns and grips the other with both hands. THUD. Another walking corpse falls. THUD. THUD. THUD-THUD. This was getting to be a potential problem. Ivan saw the sign for 'U-Store It' just down the street.

"my car is in locker number #12" Leo says as he rushes towards the right locker.

"my car is in locker number #12" Leo says as he rushes towards the right locker.

Matt reached the locker and turned, raising the hunting rifle to his eye.

"Hurry up Leo" he urged. "I'll hold em' off."

As he checked the magazine, the seven rounds looked extremely pitiful.

David stopped next to Matt, his hands on his knees. One of the zombies had almost fell on him from the buildings, and it scared the heck out of him. He took several deep breaths before straightening up and drawing his pistol. He wiped the cold sweat from his brow and aimed down the road, checking left, right, and up.

Leo quickly unlocks the door and rushs into the back seat "Guys hurry! Ivan you drive!" Leo shouts as he removes the 44. from his belt and places the shotgun on the floor.

Leo quickly unlocks the door and rushs into the back seat "Guys hurry! Ivan you drive!" Leo shouts as he removes the 44. from his belt and places the shotgun on the floor.

Matt climbs into the car and stands out of the sunroof, aiming his rifle at anything that gets too close.

David jumped into the back seat and aimed his Beretta out the rear passenger side window.

OOC: Let me proudly say,
I got Cuborg into NS and RP, w00t w00t!

OOC: This isn't the time, Richard.

Ivan grabbed the keys, and put them in the ignition. The car sprung to life and Ivan gunned it. The car left a cloud of burnt rubber and exhaust as it left the storage room and rolled on to the streets. Ivan drove through the field of crippled zombies, crushing many under the tires, and stopped outside the now-empty convenience store. "Matt, go in there and in 30 seconds come out with as much food as you can. Okay? Go with Leo."

OOC: This isn't the time, Richard.

Ivan grabbed the keys, and put them in the ignition. The car sprung to life and Ivan gunned it. The car left a cloud of burnt rubber and exhaust as it left the storage room and rolled on to the streets. Ivan drove through the field of crippled zombies, crushing many under the tires, and stopped outside the now-empty convenience store. "Matt, go in there and in 30 seconds come out with as much food as you can. Okay? Go with Leo."

Matt nodded at Leo and stepped out the car.

Moving to the doorway, he poked the rifle around into the store. A zombie loomed from the depths as he turned the corner. He fired once, taking the top of its head clean off.

"Clear Leo." He called, sitting on the counter. "And hey, my pistol!"

David was now aiming out the sunroof, doing slow 360's and keeping his ears trained for noise. He surveyed the path the car had forged through the street and crippled zombies. Some were still futilely clawing their way to a destination they'd never reach.

He checked again for threats.

Leo walks into the store and moves into a corner with a large box. "A little help Matt?"

Ivan kept the car running. "Leo! Get over here!" he shouted as a stiff shambled towards the car.

David shot the zombie in the head (1 out of 2 shots hit it)as it approached.
"Hurry up in there!"

"Leo!" Ivan shouts from the top of his lungs, "Just fucking do it already!" Ivan lights another cigarette with the car's lighter. The plastic piece of shit begins to melt, so Ivan casually tosses it from the car. He checks his watch. "Come on!"

leo points his .44 at Matt's stomach and fires three consecutive shots, before kicking the gun out of his hands and kicking him to the ground. he bolts to the car, and climbs in to the back seat.

Ivan guns it. Although it was not confirmed, and Leo shot a fairly non-lethal body part, Matt was surely dead (OR WAS HE?). And with another liability out of the way, the only thing stopping the psychotic alliance of Ivan and Leo was David. Would David play ball, or would he have to be taken care of as well?

David ducke back into the car, a look of curious confusion on his face.
"Did a zombie get Matt or somethin'?" he asked. Then he shook his head. It was too late to matter, he guessed.
"How far 'till we're out?"

Ivan eyeballs the fuel gauge. "I say we have about 100 kilometers of fuel left. We can make it to the border."

leo points his .44 at Matt's stomach and fires three consecutive shots, before kicking the gun out of his hands and kicking him to the ground. he bolts to the car, and climbs in to the back seat.

Matt pushed himself against a wall into a sitting position. he was bleeding heavily from his wounds. His slipping fingers purchased the handle of his 1911. He could hear them now, the moaning of the former humans as they made their way towards him.

"You're gonna have to work for this meal" He hissed, as the first rotten man stuck his head around the corner. He began inserting rounds into the discarded AK-47 magazine whilst the zombie distangled itself from the doorway.

'Click' whent the bullets, as they slid into place.

The zombie came closer. Sighing, Matt raised his pistol and fired into it, several times. The zombie dropped to the ground. Matt loaded the clip into the AK and trained it on the doorway.

OOC: That was from resident evil. I almost feel sorry i damned your character.

"Matt eh?" Leo says loading three 44. rounds into his gun. "I shot him thrice. Me and Ivan agree he is unstable. You can play ball and we will make it to Lemongrad. I don't want to have to kill you."

The car was moving at a decent speed. Occasionally, a loud THU-UD would be heard as the car ran into a zombie. In a few minutes, they would leave the city, and it would be nothing but smooth sailing to Lemongrad. And unless David caused a problem, they would make it...

"Fuck you!" screamed Matt, loosing off the assault rifle rounds in short, suppressive bursts.

But he knew mathematics were against him. And sure enough, the tell-tale click that signified the empty weapon came all too quickly.

"Shit." hissed Matt, lobbing the empty rifle at the crowd. His shoulders slumped. He picked up his 1911, given to him for his 21st birthday, and checked the mag. only 10 rounds remined.

He sighed. Reinserted the magazine. Kissed the slide.

"Leo, you'd better hope that these things tear me limb from limb." He growled through gritted teeth. "Because otherwise, alive or dead... i'm gonna kill you."

He raised the pistol. Fired once. Twice. He was amazed how quickly the empty casings dropped to the floor. Last round. Fired. The zombie in front of him dropped to the floor, eye blown away by the bullet. matt swung off the backpack David had given him, remembering the .45 bullets in there. He stopped. The next zombie had reached him.

"James?" He whispered.

His spirit left him. The gun dropped from his hands.

The zombie crouched down and sunk his teeth into Matt's soft neck. His eyes never left his former friends face.

OOC: are those hints?

David sat in the back, pale, staring at the floor of the car. A thousand thoughts were going through his head at the moment, causing his head to swim a bit. He forced up the question:

"If.... if Lemongrad is a haven of sorts, wouldn't zombies be encompassing it soon? I think..... we should be ready just in case there is a horde at the front gates. I'm pretty sure there are going to be some undriveable roads too..."

The car struck another zombie. The walking corpse rode up on the windshield, and Ivan swerved the car violently to the left to shake it off.

"Well, we stand better chances heading there than we do staying here, with blood thirsty traitors like Matt." THU-UD. Another hit and run. "When we hit the border, we'll ditch the car and look for supplies in Jagexville." A zombified Micheal Moore stumbled into the streets. "GTA, motherfucker!" shouts Ivan as he guns it...

OOC: This is to bring up everybody to speed, and to empathize that we are not in England.

The city is question is a generic Cuborg city, not unlike most decent sized American ones. Matt is dead (OR IS HE?). David, Leo and Ivan are in a car headed for the last few cities of the living, in Macgruber (north of Cuborg). As far as I can understand, Ivan has food and cigarettes stuffed into his clothes. The group has two M9 pistols with two-and-a-half magazines left (Ivan), an .44 Magnum and a pump action shotgun (Leo), and a generic pistol and a bolt-action hunting rifle (David, AKA the other guy).

So stiff. So stiff.

So hungry...

Need flesh. Need warm, live flesh.

Gun. Will need gun.

Matt stooped to the floor to collect his bloodstained 1911. He reloaded it sloppily, showing noen of the care he exercised before when tending to his gun.

Leo... Ivan. Kill.

He walked from the shop. Saw the skidmarks from the car tyres on the ground.

Lemongrad.

He turned. A horde of zombies at his back. he bagan to walk.

Hungry.

Ivan's eye began to twitch. Hmmm. Should probably have that looked at or something. Then the other eye started. Uh oh. Ivan suddenly yanked on the steering wheel, sending the car careening across the lanes, smashing random zombies. The car ran over the curb and the car shook. Ivan began laughing manically as he pulled the wheel again. Sparks flew as the car scrapped against the buildings. The car hit a red, bolted-down mailbox, and as Ivan regained his common sense, the car flipped onto its roof and slid down the street.

Ivan's eye began to twitch. Hmmm. Should probably have that looked at or something. Then the other eye started. Uh oh. Ivan suddenly yanked on the steering wheel, sending the car careening across the lanes, smashing random zombies. The car ran over the curb and the car shook. Ivan began laughing manically as he pulled the wheel again. Sparks flew as the car scrapped against the buildings. The car hit a red, bolted-down mailbox, and as Ivan regained his common sense, the car flipped onto its roof and slid down the street.

OOC: Interesting ;), pity without a car you've been infinitley slowed down.. Much easier prey.

Ivan crawled from the driver side window. Shit. He staggered to his feet. The car was never getting back up again. Leo and David were still in the car. Zombies were slowly closing in on them. And the engine was on fire. Shit! Ivan fired a shot at a far off zombie. Miss. The engine burst into an even bigger fire. The gas tank had cracked open, and it was only a matter of time before it exploded. Ivan grabbed both Leo's and David's leg with his mighty, weathered hands and dragged them from the car. Ivan's breath was strained and erratic, but he managed to pull the two heavy men away before the entire car burst into flames.

Ivan aimed his M9 at another stiff. BANG THUD. "Time to go..."

"What the fuck! my shotgun was in there you fucking Russian retard!" Leo says jumping to his feet.

David rolled out from under the werckage, snapping some fingers back into place and screaming as he did so.
Crack-crack. Crack.
He breathed deeply and hastily looked about him, drawing his gun.
"Ivan!? Leo!?" He pulled himself up using the wall, looking around. He saw them running north, and ran after them as best as he could.
The .44 Carl had given him just before he died bumped against his stomach as he ran.
"Did I ever tell Leo and Ivan that I had that?" he asked himself as he ran, slowly starting to catch up with Leo and Ivan now.

The car exploded a second time behind the group of badly injured survivors, taking a zombie with it. Ivan took a look around. The burnt-out wreckage, some dead bodies, an Caligula's Casino armored car...

The armored car. It wouldn't last forever, but it would get the group out of this bad spot. It was just a block down the street, could the group make it?

"unless that armored car was unlocked we ain't getting in" Leo says as he watches Ivan examine the truck. "We best get going" Leo starts jogging north.

David piped up unexpectantly.
"We could just check it really quickly," he said. "You know, run up, quick pull on the handle, run back if it's locked."

Ivan limps quickly to the armored car. Unlocked. And the keys were sitting in the ignition. How convenient and unlikely. "Yo, it's unlocked! Hurry up!" Ivan climbs in the driver's seat, but remember the last time he drove. Better not take anymore chances he thought as he shifted over to the passenger seat.

OOC: Perhaps ol' Matt can 'meet up' with the survivors as they're leaving...?

"Fucksake" leo mutters as he rushes back to the armored car."I'll drive" he says as he pushes David out of the way and enters the driver's seat.

David makes his way to the back and opens the back door warily, incase any unpleasant surprises pop out. Luckily for him they didn't. He entered the back and as he did the armored truck lurched forward, almost casting him out into the cold again.
"By gum, man!" he yelled as he grabbed for a handhold. "There isn't a seat belt back here, ya know!" He sighed and interestedly went through the discarded sacks that accompanied him in the back. He pulled out a vial of odd-colored liquid.
"What's this stuff? Samples? Of wha-"

The label read:
subject #24682189, after infection

He dropped the vial back into the sack carefully, and placed the sack in one of the in-car lockers. He went through the other sacks. Nothing but money in those ones.

"What you got back there David? A sample of what?" Leo asks as he starts to drive the car.

"I'm, not sure what it was. It said something about after infection, though, so I put them in the locker-thingy in here. The rest of these sacks are cash."

The smell of burmomg gasoline caught in Matt's nostrils.

Smell. Car.

He turned a corner. Found himself in view of Lemongrad. Not far to go now.

OOC: Um that's 200kms away, plus remember there are high walls,razor wire, snipers, grenade launcher posts, pits, and machine gun nests all around the city.

"An anti virus?" Leo asks as he turns a corner crushing several zombies.

Ivan started to feel funny, like the kind of sensation you get before blacking out. Then it went black.

A disembodied voice rang in his head as images of soldiers training played out. "When you hear your trigger phrase 'anti-virus', you're close enough to begin... total discretion until then... the cache... mission objective is... destruction of the objective... no witnesses..." Then images of zombies came up, in scenes he never remembered being.

Leo turned another corner, banging into a wrecked car. This stirred Ivan from his little freak out. But Ivan was... different now. He remembered. The objective. Destroy the objective. No witnesses.

"Either that or a blood sample from an Infected,"David replied. "But it was probably so they could make an antibody. Wouldn't doubt if there were some vials labeled, like, 'Antibody 1', or something like that."

Ivan listened to Leo and David's conversation with extreme interest. The vial was either the objective, or would lead to the objective. But Ivan was injured, tired and poorly armed. It was time to go to Second Object 7G: the cache.

"Move over, I want to drive." Ivan, in one smooth motion, shoved Leo from the truck and took control of the vehicle. In a rare act of compassion, he slammed on the brakes, and yelled at Leo to get in.

OOC: Um that's 200kms away, plus remember there are high walls,razor wire, snipers, grenade launcher posts, pits, and machine gun nests all around the city.

"An anti virus?" Leo asks as he turns a corner crushing several zombies.

ooc: oh, i didnt realise it was that far.

wait, wherabouts are you then?

OOC: a few blocks away in a armored car. it won't last just walk north and we we will meet again.

Leo quickly jumps to his feet and enters the back of the car.
"So whats your back story?" Leo asks to David.

"Well, the reason I'm here in this city is that I found out my friend, who I'd known since he was born, was diagnosed with some unpronounceable terminal illness. I came to visit him and bid him farewell. His name was Carl Peace, and his father was an ex cop. You might know his uncle, who worked on that project to reanimate dead tissue. Anyways, I'd been here for a few days when the infection broke out. I'm a native of Nagiyuma, a country southeast of here. I'm a deputy-in-training, and following tradition, I'm also in the Army Reserves. The majority of our police force are also in the Reserves, in case we get attacked. It's optional, but if you have a criminal record it's a mandatory signature on the Reserves form to become an officer. We only have a standing army of around 9 million, because we're not at war, but if we were..." he smirked." It'd be a whole lot higher."

Ivan pulled the truck's handbrake and the truck did a 180 degree turn as it stopped. The truck lurched forward as it began driving in the opposite direction. South.

"Ivan what the fuck are you doing?" Leo yells "Macgruber is north. what, does vodka make you deaf?"

"Quiet, citizens." Ivan pulls a road map from the glove compartment and compares it with the surroundings. "Very good." He stops the truck outside the old Jefferson place. To the casual eye, it was exactly what it seemed like: a large abandoned house, left empty since Jeffery Jefferson and his family disappeared 37 years ago. But Ivan knew otherwise. The Jefferson were removed from their home during the night by ex-KGB officers. The house was deemed, by corrupt inspectors, to be hazardous to be lived in and was scheduled for demolition. Several more corrupt officials postponed and eventually forgot about the demolition.

"what the fuck are we doing at the old Jefferson place?" leo asks

"Woah!" David exclaimed as he grabbed for a handhold. "Huh? Wha? What happened?"

"What's the Jefferson's Place?" he asked, confused.

Ivan says nothing as he backs the truck up to the front door of the crummy mansion, crushing the white picket fence and a stench. He shouts at David and Leo to open the truck's rear doors. He takes the keys and climbs into the back of the truck. He went to door of the house, yet he did not go for the door knob. Strangely, he reaches for the mail box, of all things. He tears the golden box from the wall, and a 9-digit keypad is revealed. Ivan enters the password (3-7-2-7-2-4-7-9-1) and the house's door opens slowly.

David did as he was told, and opened the back door of the armored truck. He wondered why they were here, of all places.

The door began to slide close... Ivan doesn't look like he's the type to hold it.

Leo quickly rushes in behind Ivan. "What the fuck are we doing here?"

The inside of the house was dark and dusty. The only light was from the flickering lamps. "This... is a safe house for Нирвана operatives." Ivan moved to a door to the right of the entrance. He opened the door, and it led to a portmanteau of a closet and a vault. Firearms and explosives lined the walls. AK-47s, Dragunova rifles, Claymore landmines, RPG-7s, Spas-12 shotguns, Uzi 9mms, Spetsnaz ballistic knifes. High quality weaponry, none of that cheap Chinese copy crap.

Leo stares blankly at the racks of explosives and firearms. "Who are you?"

David took a deep breath.

"THAT," he said,"is high quality weaponry. Hell, that's Spetznaz cuttery right there!" He pointed at the knives, then lowered his hand.

"By the Loyal Swords*," he said quietly,"We shouldn't be seeing this stuff..."

He sighed.

"Too late now I guess," he replied to himself, "I'll just go along with it." He directed that last statement more at Ivan than himself.






"By the Loyal Swords" is a Nagiyuman saying derived from an historical event that occured in the country long ago. (Nagiyuma's history coming soon!)

"Anyway. how many guys are in your army of yours dave?" Leo says as he grabs a AK-47, a ballistic knife and a couple magazines, but then something catches his eye. He spots a armored vest on one of the racks. "I'm so taking that!"he says as he snatches it.

Ivan places his M9s on an empty rack, and takes an ballistic knife, two Claymores, a two-way radio, an Uzi and some spare magazines. He walks out of the armory and into the hall. Ivan sets one of the mines at the door. He tapes it against the door, leaving the 'FRONT TOWARDS ENEMY' side facing the hall. Pulling the trip wire taunt, Ivan secures the ends to the door hinges and arms the Claymore. "They try to get in, BOOM. You try to get out, BOOM." He begins to climb the large staircase, and begins talking into the radio. "Товарищ Тэйтарин, что является вашим предполагаемым временем прибытия в пункте извлечения? Мы имеем испытательные предметы и образец."

"fuck this shit I'm going for the door!" Leo yells as he moves out of the armory grabbing a Spas 12.

Ivan stops at the top of the stairs. In one swift motion, he spins around to Leo and pulls the manual detonator to the Claymore. "Careful, citizen. Go for that door, and I'm giving you 700 steel balls in the face." Ivan puts his thumb on the trigger, to empathize his point. "Besides, do you really want to go outside, anyways?" Ivan turned away, and received a transmission. The radio buzzed and squawked. "Товарищ Калашников, я - 30 минут от пункта извлечения. Безопасная посадочная площадка и ограничивает предметы. Конечная коммуникация." Ivan grinned at this, and turned back to Leo and David. "I need one of you to help me. Leo, follow me."

David was still busy perusing all of the weapons, taking one out here, examining it, putting it back, and taking another, repeating the process until he had body armor, a web belt and harness, a Dragunov slung across his back with one round in the chamber, a full clip, and 3 spare clips; two Spetznaz ballistic knives in easy-access sheathes; his Beretta M9 with three full spare clips and one in it; an Uzi slung across his chest with 3 spare clips; and a spaz hanging from his belt with 8 shells and 16 extras.

He met up with Leo and Ivan, a look of grim determination on his face.
"Ready to do what needs to be done?" he asked Ivan. "Leo, I don't think it would be good to try and find out what and why, but just to do what we're told and forget what we see. That's best.... just forget what we see. No need to remember it when we're done."

"могло я, пожалуйста убейте его?" Leo asks Ivan

"Oh, no need for that, Leo. I'm stable. As for your question, Nagiyuma has a standing army of around nine million during peace time, and I'm not sure about war time because, well, I haven't seen a war." He wondered why Leo was so quick to kill.

"Leo, why do you want to kill me?" he bluntly asked. "I mean, I trust you slightly, but you don't trust me. I know you wouldn't risk saving me or anything, but I didn't think you'd be so quick to label me as a threat." David was genuinely curious.


OOC: I took the stats from my nation when the thread started and used those for the peacetime army count.

Ivan keeps walking. He fingers (OOC: not that kind of finger) his Uzi...

"I'm just getting a bad impression of you David. I'm going back to the armory." Leo says as he goes down the stairs and enters the armory.

He watched Leo walk away, then turned to Ivan.

"So Ivan," David said,"What do you need help with?"

"I need you to take a rifle and get on the roof. Kill any walkers by the truck that look like they might be trouble. And try not to get crushed by the helicopter..." Ivan walked off into a room and locked the door.

OOC: Introducing new character, controlled by me. He won't be around for very long, probably leaving or getting murdered before too long.

Name: Tatarin Komarovsky
Profession:
Gender: Male
Weapon of Choice: Helicopter-mounted weapons.
Brief Physical Description: 49 years old. Dark haired, pale-faced Russian type. Short hair. Burnt right side of face. Wearing Russian pilot's uniform.
Brief Bio: Joined the Russian Air Force, 1963. Aced his pilot's test, flew missions over Afghanistan, Iraq, Vietnam, Mongolia. Face disfigured in Mongolia helicopter shoot down, 1992.

Tatarin flew into the city limits. The limited-production Ka-60 helicopter broke the silence of the dead and empty streets. He was coming up on the old Jefferson place, a favored hide-out for the KGB and Russian Special Forces. He began circling the building. Ivan heard the chopper's engines from the mansion.

David nodded, and made his way to the roof. He picked off a few zombies that got a little too frisky with the door and the armored car, and spotted a hellicopter in the distance. He waved briefly as it started circling and resumed cleaning the yard and streets of zombies.

Leo begins searching for more Ballistic knifes when he hears a helicopter approaching. He quickly grabs a Ballistic knife and puts it in his back pocket and grabs a rpg and rushes for the roof.

Tatarin made his descent to the roof. The wind from the rotors rustled Ivan's hair as he climbed the stairs to the roof. Tatarin's chopper rested on the ground just as Ivan saluted the pilot. Tatarin exited, and returned the salute. The two men began conversing in Russian, looking suspiciously at Leo and David. Tatarin started.

"Почему - там гражданские жители здесь?"
"Белый имеет образец."

Tatarin walked up, with a sly grin on his face, to David. "So, two point, civilian. I need sample you had in truck." He spoke in broken English, with a very thick Russian accent.

David nodded. He took off his pack, and retrieved the sack from the inside. He had padded the sack with foodstuffs around it so the contents wouldn't break.
"Here you go," he said as he handed the sack to the chopper pilot.

Tatarin took the sack. He checked the contents. "Очень хороший." Suddenly, the Claymore at the main door went off, spraying shrapnel into the hall. The door was pushed in by the rotting hands of the stiffs. Tatarin tossed the bag carelessly to Ivan, who in turn rummaged through it to find the sample. He pocketed it, and tossed the food into the still running chopper. Ivan nodded at Tatarin. The pilot climbed into his seat at the controls. The metal bird rose from the roof, and almost looked like it was flying away from the Jefferson mansion. But it turned to face the crowd of zombies pouring into the building. The modified Ka-60 had rocket pods mounted on either side of the fuselage. Tatarin fired the 24 rockets at the truck, and the ever-growing mass of walkers trying to get in. The rockets sent stiffs flying, and destroyed the truck. The supports of the front part of the mansion collapsed as a rocket exploded on impact with it. The entire front of the building caved in slightly, sealing off the stiffs only way in. Tatarin smiled, and flew back towards the roof, which was unaffected by the cave in. He positioned the chopper, and hovered 15 feet above the mansion. Ivan's radio crackled.

"Бросьте образец и убейте свидетелей."
"Нет, товарищ. Я имею лучшую идею."
"Только разрушьте образец. Я мог заботиться меньше об оставшихся в живых."

Ivan kicked David in the stomach, and spun around to grab Leo's rifles. He trained the Spas 12 at David, and the AK at Leo. He stepped back, keeping a careful eye on both men. He turned to David. "Drop your weapons. Kill Leo." He turned to Leo. "Kill David."

Leo considers blowing Ivan and David to hell with his RPG, but quickly decides he can kick a cop's ass and places the RPG, .44 and the ballistic knifes on the ground. "Ivan i suppose I'll be shot if i grab a weapon?" Leo looks at David and laughs.

"Kill him or I'll kill you both," Ivan said to both of them. "And keep in mind who has the bigger guns. Drop your weapons and fight like men."

David sighed and placed the rifle on the ground. He unslung his Uzi, dropped it and his pistol, and both his knives on the ground. Cracking his knuckles and his neck, he assumed the Jeet Kune Do stance after walking up several paces.

OOC: Hmm, tensions rising.. If you linger around the house for too long, the past will catch up with you...

Leo removes his shirt only to show off his rippling muscles and takes a basic kung-fu stance and waves for David to make the first move. "你敢鬥爭了隆重的主人？勇敢的，但愚蠢的." Leo yells.

David tried to keep his head as he and Leo slowly circled each other. When Leo's back was to the open stairway, David sent a quick right jab at him, followed by a low left.

OOC: >.< arg

Leo defects the right jab and tries to quickly grab the next and yank David off balance to kick him in the rib with a sidekick.

David retreated after the blow, his ribs smarting, and this time he went on the defensive, waiting for Leo to attack.
"This guy's fast," he thought, "And he definitely knows his way around in a fight."

Leo begin moving his feet side to side as he moves towards David. Leo gets closer and throws several fast defensive sidekicks at David's waist.

David gets hit by the first couple, blocks one, and dodges another. He was getting more and more the gist of Leo's moves so far, and retaliated with a quick snap kick at Leo after recovering.

Leo gets hit by the snap kick, and hops on his feet for a few seconds. He rushes at David throwing multiple jabs and elbows while keeping a hand protecting his face.

David managed to block some of the hits, holding his ground and responded with a feigned right jab, bringing his left foot up at Leo's stomach.

Leo gets pushed back by the kick and goes down to perform a leg sweep on David

David is brought down to his knees by the leg sweep, and into a tough predicament. He falls onto his back to recover only to see Leo looming in closer. He throws his legs up, preparing to block.

OOC: man, it would suck if I got thrown down the stairs lol.

Leo moves onto his knee as he throws a kick aimed at the side of David's leg to try and knock it off to the side so he can get on top of David.

David uses the monentum from being kicked to roll away and gets on his feet, bracing for an attack.

Leo jumps to his feet and with all his strength he grabs David and tries to throw him down the stairs of the mansion.

David's eyes widened as he was lifted off of his feet and tossed down the open doorway into the mansion. He yelled out as he collided with the stairs, landing on his left arm and bouncing up another few feet, and landing against the wall.

His left arm must have been cracked, his legs hurt like hell, he was probably covered in bruises, and he was pretty sure a rib was sliding around.

A low series of wails responded to his crash against the wall, and as he was trying to get up off of his stomach, he looked to his left. Zombies were practically crawling over each other to get to him, they were about 20 feet away. He saw Leo smirking at the top of the good 20 stairs.

David felt something bump against his chest, inside his jacket. He unzipped it and felt the handle of the forgotten .44 Carl had given him. He yelled out in pain, lifting himself up with his badly hurt left arm, and in one fluid motion drew the .44, leveled the sights, and fired twice at Leo, then shot three at the oncoming zombies.

"One round left,"he thought,"me or another stiff?"
He smirked, and popped a zombie in the head, reaching in one of the vest pockets with his injured arm, hissing at the pain.

1 shot goes whizzing past Leo but the other hits him in the stomach.he stares at the wound for several seconds. Leo looks at David and removes his ballistic knife from his back pocket and fires at David's chest. "May you live forever." Leo says as he quickly limps towards his weapons.

"Shit!" David yells and yanks the knife out of his arm. Thank goodness his arm was in the way of that, or it would have hit him in the heart. Hell, the knife still managed to nick his chest through his arm. He took the vial he had pulled out of his vest pocket with his good hand, and glanced at the title, which read "заключительное противоядие физический усиливающий агент"

He had no idea what it was. He turned the vial upside down, bit the bottom off, spat the glass out, and jabbed the vial onto his wounded arm.

He convulsed for a few seconds as the mixture of who-knows-what coursed through his body. Then he went limp. Meanwhile, a zombie managed to shamble up to him. He grabbed the zombie by the neck with his left hand-the once wounded one- and shoved it back toward the other zombies. He then was suddenly standing. He ripped the vial out of his arm, and watched as the circular hole slowly closed up.

"They have more of these," he thought., " Saw more of these. Same title, same color, same effect. Must be the same effect. They might use one on Leo, with that .44 round in his stomach. He's the threat now."

He then kicked another zombie away and climbed up the stairs, on all fours, like an animal. He caught sight of the chopper, which had taken off, and his gaze went to the RPG.

Ivan tossed the AK at Leo, and dropped the shotgun, and unslung his Uzi. He takes a glance down the stairs. If Ivan had learned anything from the movies, whenever a dying man injects himself with a strange vial, it is NOT good. So Ivan radios his pilot comrade. "Альфа одна к боевому вертолету. Альфа одна к боевому вертолету!" Almost instantly, Tatarin replied. "Боевой вертолет здесь. Нуждайтесь в пуле, я имею миллион." "Цели находятся на крыше!"

The helicopter swung around, and faced the building. Two panels on the bottom of the nose dropped off, and two heavy 25mm cannons exposed themselves. Tatarin angled the Ka-60 so its nose was level with the general direction of the roof. "Возьмите покрытие, входя горячий! (Take cover, going in hot!)" Ivan grabbed Leo and threw the two at the ground, behind the concrete stairwell extension. "Down!" Tatarin pulled the trigger on his throttle, firing heavy shells at the roof.

The large, anti-tank rounds smashed into the concrete, sending fragments flying everywhere. The rounds exploded on a solid impact, sending even more shrapnel into the air. Some rounds hit soft spots in the roof and pierced through them, embedding themselves in steel and walker alike. The previously-discarded RPG was knocked down the stairwell as the concrete it was resting on was violently shattered. The helicopter began 'step stepping' and strafed 25mm shells at random.

David caught the RPG as it fell down the stairwell at him. He started shaking uncontrollably again, and crouched. Once the shaking stopped, he pointed his elbow towards the ceiling and jumped. He hit the ceiling of the stairwell with this elbow, fracturing it. He jumped again. He fractured the ceiling more. The third time, me managed to break through the roof, and on the fourth jump, broke completely through, exposing himself to the open air. He aimed the RPG at the chopper in mid-jump, and fired at it, not caring about the RPG's recoil.

The rocket flew towards the Ka-60 with frightening speed. Tatarin swung the chopper around, trying to evade the missile, but was too late. A large explosion ripped apart the rear rotor. The helicopter began swinging wildly. Billows of black smoke came from where the rear rotor used to be, and the chopper began to swing around back towards the roof. Ivan jumped to his feet, and watched as the flying behemoth spun around and around, coming closing to violently crashing into the roof. Tatarin tried to steady it, but he knew the bird was doomed. With the last bit of strength he had, Tatarin pulled on the throttle, angling the chopper at a 45 degree angle. The sack with the vial, along with some small arms, slid from the open side door. The pilot unholstered a flask he had keep for such an occasion. Ivan jumped at the vial, seeing what it had done to David, and grabbed Leo. Tatarin crudely guided the dying Ka-60 towards the stairwell. Tatarin took a quick swig from his flask. "Na zdorovje." The helicopter's blades smashed into the concrete, and seconds later, the body folded in on itself and exploded. The aviation fuel had for a powerful explosion, but Ivan threw Leo and himself from the roof at the last second.

The last thing Ivan saw before landing hard and blacking out was the cold, snowy ground...

OOC: sorry i was away with holiday related stuff.

IC: The kickback from the RPG threw David off balance enough to where he tumbled down some of the stairs before recovering. A zombie grabbed a hold of him but he punched through its putrid forehead and lept over the mob, making his way to the front door via grabbing the ceiling and swinging his body monkey-bar style. He knew if he hit the chopper that it would be exploding any second now.

He heard the explosion and was at the front doorway when he saw the flames erupt down the stairway, charring some of the zombies, reducing others to ash, and the explosion had nowhere to go but towards the front door.

It knocked him back hard enough to embed him into a wall, a blow that would have killed an ordinary man.

He was no longer ordinary. With superhuman strength, speed, agility, heightened senses, and a crazy regeneration rate, he was the shining achievement of the Russian scientists that had created the vial's contents.

He unstuck himself from the wall, surveying the area around him with hawk-like awareness.

Twenty targets to the north, minimal threat, advancing towards my current position. Southeast, nine targets, minimal threat, advancing east around the Jefferson Place, probably headed towards agent Ivan and target Leon.

He threw the ballistic knife that Leon had embedded in his arm and impaled one of the zombies to the north in the forehead.

Nineteen targets to the north, minimal threat, advancing towards my position.

As Leo gets to his feet he relies how much this wound really hurts. He limps over to a sack on the ground with a AK in one of his hands. "What do we have in here." Leo quietly says to himself. "No vial, but a... what the fuck is this a smoke grenade?" Leo picks one up. "A R..KG-3 Impact grenade!" Leo stands up fires 3 rounds into the air. he lifts the sack up and starts removing the pins from the grenades. Leo looks at Ivan "Run! its time i do my part."

Ivan's head still spun from smoking the asphalt. He was sporting some nasty bruises as well. Thank God the vial hadn't broke open. Ivan looked up. The burning remains of the helicopter. Tatarin, dead. A lone tear formed in his eye. Ivan turned and saw Leo with one of the sacks from the chopper. If Ivan knew what Tatarin kept in those bags, Leo was about to make a serious hole in something...

OOC: Not to be a smartass, but an RPG has no recoil.

OOC: >.< that's right. It's the AT-4 I'm thinking about. You can't fire that thing inside a building 'cause the shockwave will 'echo' and turn you basically to jelly if I understood it correctly.

IC:
Objective A: Validate Agent Ivan's body, living or dead, and ensure safety of Sample 65.
Objective B: Proceed to waypoint Theta with Sample 65.
Conditional Objective: Administer an Antidote vial to Agent Ivan if possible.
Current Objective: Eliminate all potential threats.

David ripped the door off of a nearby car and did threw it while running at the nine zombies. It struck three of them, taking two down for good and trapping the third under it. David angled his run to a 45 degree angle towards the wall next to the zombies. he jumped and kicked off of the wall towards the remaining six, Planting his boot in one's face and bringing his fist down on the top of another one's head.

Leo hears a large smash and get ready to throw the sack of unpinned antitank impact grenade in the empty street.
"Ivan, run! i must do this! i have nothing else. i must die to save everyone else from this thing! I will kill my self in the name of Cuborg!"
Leo fires another burst from his AK in the air.

Ivan looks at Leo, and then the grenade sack. He saw Leo clutching a lot of pins in his fist. "Give me some of those."

Ten seconds later, Ivan had strapped ten of the anti-tank grenades to his chest. Using a piece of string from his pants, the pins were all daisy-chained together. Ivan slipped the vial between two grenades. "If this is what that crazy fucker wants, he's not coming any closer."

David threw the last zombie face first into the wall.

He was confused.

From what he heard, had Agent Ivan forgotten his mission?

Processing next action.....
Administer mnemonic recognition phrase beta.....
Administer alternative mnemonic phrase gamma.....
Eliminate Agent {agent name here} if memories cannot be re-established.

That seemed logical. But first, to deal with Leon. He estimated Leon;s position via his voice and tossed the zombie that was trapped under the car door over in that direction.

Chance of hit...... >68%

Leo smiles as he sees the zombie fly towards him. he steps off to the side as the body smacks against the pavement. Leo reaches into the bag as he moves towards David. he pulls out a grenade and throws it at the car near David.

Ivan tightened his makeshift suicide vest, and started firing pot shots at David with his Uzi. After a few bursts, Ivan snapped and started firing full auto in the general direction.

Name: Axel Maroone
Profession: Engineer
Gender: Male, 27 years old
Weapon of Choice: Anything he can
Brief Physical Description: About 6'2", long, wavy brown hair down past his shoulders, blackish eyes, wearing denim jacket, jeans, and cowboy boots
Brief Bio: Axel once had a wife and son and an ordinary life as an engineer. That life was left behind when his family was killed in a drunk driving accident. Axel stabbed the driver to death with a broken bottle and then mortally wounded his equally drunk passenger by throwing a brick at his head. Since then he has been on the move to escape the law.

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The loud roar of a hard-pressed engine filled the air of the street as a big conversion van ripped down the road at somewhere close to 60 mph. The brakelights came on and the van screeched and skidded to a halt, thudding over several dead zombies and leaving rubber on the road.

The air was filled with the sound of gunshots; to Axel Maroone it sounded like some idiot firing full automatic. He unfastened the seat belt, put the van in park, pulled out and pocketed the key, took off his sunglasses, drew a pistol from a shoulder holster, and opened the door of the van in a swift series of motions.

He leaned out, one foot on the road, one on the floor of the van, using the door as a shield. The pistol was a .38 and modified to be capable of fully automatic fire; it was loaded with twenty rounds in an extended magazine and the safety was off.

Axel fired two shots at the sky and roared, "STOP FIRING YOUR GODDAMN GUNS!"

David heard the grenade hit near the car and retreated back around the house, then jumped on the wall of the Jefferson Place and climbed onto what was left of the roof.

Mnemonic recognition phrase Beta

"спагетти!"