NationStates Jolt Archive

Ivan heard two gunshots from down the street. Sounds like something small, maybe a .22 thought Ivan, as he quickly spun around. He saw a man standing behind a van. He turned back to David. Where the hell did he go? Ivan dropped the Uzi's empty magazine to the ground, and slid in his last one. He put both hands on it, and raised it to his head, aiming at the van.

"Civilian! Lay down your weapons and step away from your conveyance!"

"Fuck that, I have a gun too!" said Axel. He thumbed the pistol's change lever and switched it to fully automatic, then aimed it two handed at the guy with the Uzi. He got in a safer, more covered position behind the van door and shouted, "why the hell are you guys having a firefight here? There aren't even any zombies!"

"Where have you been for the past month, citizen, living under a скала? There are zombies everywhere! Now drop your gun or we won't leave any part of you left for the walkers!"

"I mean, there aren't any zombies, here, on this street, dumbass," said Axel, putting on his best bold-and-brave voice, "No, the guns not going down. Not when everyone else is going crazy with them. Why is everyone shooting each other? This is insane."

Leo walks up to the van with a AK in one hand and the sack in the other. "This is the AK-47 assault rifle. it fires 600 rounds per minute and your hiding in a van behind a door. this thing will rip you apart, you best put down your gun and move over now." Leo shouts

Ivan spoke up again. "Drop your fucking gun!" His Russian accent began to slip.

"You're shitting me if you think I'm going to drop my gun for you. I don't drop my gun for anyone," said Axel. But he did point the gun away from Ivan and at the ground. He stepped out fully from the van and shut the door. He was completely exposed now. "Now can I know what the fuck is going on here?"

"Drop your gun now!" Leo aims his AK at the new guy. "If you want to survive you will do it now."

Axel cast a resentful look at the second man and raised his pistol again, this time pointing it at him. "You know what? I don't give a shit how good of a rifle you carry, if I shoot you with this you'll die too. Now why don't you guys just talk to me like civilized people?" He pointed the gun back down at the ground and waited.

Ivan waited for the stranger's gun to not be pointed at him to fire. He took a five-round burst at the man's torso. He then rolled behind the grenaded car for cover, should the stranger survive.

Leo fire several shoots at the stranger's upper chest as he moves behind the van for cover and places the sack on the ground and places two hands on his AK..

"The fuck!" Axel grunted as he dove into the van and felt something hammer into his shoulder. The bastards had shot him. The windshield and driver's door window both blew out from the shooting. He'd taken a bullet through the left shoulder, and his jacket's left sleeve had been torn on the upper arm where another bullet had grazed, leaving a hot red trail on the skin underneath.

He grabbed his motorcycle helmet off the floor and rose up from the floor. He pitched the helmet through the empty space where the windshield used to be at the man with the Uzi and then took quick aim at the groin of the one with the AK. Ten shots spat out in a second and the pistol rose fast to stomach, then chest, then head height (Axel knew from experience you had to aim low on full auto).

Something him in the back of the head and he fell down in the van, sending the remaining five shots in the pistol through the ceiling. This shot had grazed the back of his head and he could feel blood running down into his shirt and a hard, throbbing pain. He looked around. There were more guns in the back, and Molotovs, but he wouldn't be able to reach them. No choice left now.

He tossed the empty pistol into the back and raised both his hands so they could be seen from the outside. "I surrender now, you bastards. Quit shooting!

Leo standing behind the van sees several rounds place threw the door where he was perilously standing when he shot the stranger. Leo hears the sound of metal hitting the pavement and the stranger surrendering so he rushes over and aims the gun at the stranger's head "Give me one reason why i shouldn't blow your brains out right now!"

Axel considered a moment, wondering if he should say something like because I'm not one of them or because I can help you, definitely deciding not to say what he really wanted to (because you guys started this damn fight) but then noticed something.

Now he had a moment to decide whether he wanted to save the hostile stranger's life, and after all this thinking, which lasted about two seconds, said "Behind you," raising a shaking finger to point at the zombie which was now only a few feet behind Leo.

Leo ducks down and leg sweeps the zombie causing it to land on its back. Leo fires 6 shoots at it head effectively removing its head. Leo looks around and notices no other zombies near him. he gets to his feet. "get up stranger"

"Axel," said Axel simply as he got back out of the van and stood up. He brushed one hand over the back of his head and it came away sticky with blood. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath. His shoulder and head were both throbbing painfully and his jacket and shirt were getting soaked with blood.

He looked at the two men. The one with the AK was Asian (Axel was thinking Chinese, but he really didn't know how to tell them apart) and the other looked Russian. Then he took a glance back at the van he'd been living with for the past week or so and winced. All the windows had been shot out and bullet holes pockmarked the body. "We're all very lucky considering how much gas I have in there," he said suddenly, thinking about the containers of gasoline and the Molotovs in the back. They had been miraculously untouched. "So, em, now what?" he asked.

"Do you have enough gas in there to get 200km?" Leo lowers his AK.

"I think that I probably do. Only got one passenger seat, though, I took out all the back seats to make room for my junk." He turned back to face his car. "I need to get some first aid on these wounds."

He reached in over to the passenger seat and knocked off a pile of cigarette packs, chewing gum packs, a flashlight, and a map to reach his first aid kit. A moment's consideration and he grabbed a half-full bottle of Rebel Yell whiskey off the floor and stepped back out.

He took a swallow of whiskey and started pouring a little iodine disinfectant on his head and shoulder wounds. As he did this he asked, "what's in 200 kilometers anyway?" Then started fumbling out bandages and gauze.

Ivan points his Uzi at Axel's head, while standing back far enough to avoid possible grabbing. "You can give us your van or we can take it from you. Your choice."

"You know I really don't think this is fair," said Axel, knowing they also didn't care, as he wrapped bandages around his head. "I try to talk to you, you shoot me, I warn you before the zombie kills you, and now you're taking my car. It's you kind of people that are really the problem here, not the zombies."

Despite his protests, Axel had no intention of fighting them any longer. He was outgunned and he knew it. "As long as you let me keep my stuff." He finished the head bandages and started on his shoulder. "You may need to do something about the tires, though," he said. There were three flats, courtesy of all the shooting. "And you probably fucked up the engine, too," he added, pointing out several bullet holes in the hood.

"Watch him." Ivan pops the hood and checks the engine block. He returned to the back of the van. "We still run. One bullet in the battery. If we push-start it, we can still make it to Macgruber." Ivan looked at the van, then at Axel. He grabbed the scruff of the tiny man's shirt, and flung him into the streets. Ivan jumped down on Axel, and pulled the grenades from his vest one by one. He placed them next to Axel and pulled a Claymore from his pack. He gave Axel another good punch in the face, and placed the mine on his chest, business end pointing down. Ivan stood up, leaving a trail of loose wire behind him... "Start pushing the van, Leo."

Leo watches the events happens and feels uneasy so opens the back of the van and notices its cargo."Meh, I liked the shit that was in the Armory." he thought to himself. Then he hears Ivan telling him to push the van. So Leo starts pushing the van from the back.

(Axel is 6'2")

Axel wiped blood off his nose and then looked at the claymore mine on his chest. He wasn't a military man and didn't know exactly how it worked, but he knew he didn't want it on him. He was terribly afraid something bad would happen if he touched it. He overcame his fear and pulled the 8" inch hunting knife he carried from its scabbard on his belt and cut the wires to the claymore. THen he grabbed the mine and threw it away from himself with all his strength. He didn't wait to see what would happen; he got to his feet fast, picked up a couple of the grenades by him and started running for the apartment building across the street, and seconds later he was inside, running the hardest he ever had in his life.

OOC: The stuff in the van includes three containers of gasoline, three coolers (one with perishable food [mostly bread and cheese cubes], one with bottled water and soda, and one with liquor), a lot of random food items, a few cigarette packs, a lot of chewing gum packs, two pistols (one is a .44 Magnum but only has half an ammo clip and the other is a .22 with lots of ammo), two bolt-action rifles, flashlights and glow sticks, maps of the city, and a crowbar, shovel, and axe.

OOC: I Don't want to rain on your parade, but if you threw though grenades at that close range you would be dead to. I must remind you that they are anti tank impact grenades.

OOC: My mistake, I'll edit. I didn't know they were big AT grenades

Ivan knew that the Claymore was harmless unless he pressed the trigger on the detonator, and ran like hell to the van Leo was pushing. He climbed in the driver's side door, and turned the ignition. The battery may have been destroyed, but with the push-start it was running in no time. "Get in, Leo!" Ivan shouted as he got the engine running.

Axel pounded up the stairs, breathing hard. When he got to the third floor he went through the open door of one of the front apartments and opened a window. He could see the men trying to drive his van away, but the going was slow with the flat tires. He pulled the pin on one of the grenades, waited two seconds, and threw it down the street, aiming about ten feet in front of the van.

Ivan grabbed Leo and dragged him into the van. The grenade's parachute (OOC: yes, really) deployed and slowed the grenade down. The van speeds up and away from the falling grenade and turns a sharp corner...

OOC: The grenade is question, the RKP-3, does actually deploy a parachute to destroy slow moving tanks. The van gunned it and was far away from the blast.

OOC: Khorsun i was wondering if your country would like to have a war with mine. If so i was also wondering if your country would prefer have land/water/air battle mostly during the war. Would you also like to fight Cuborg (Are countries are islands connected with each others). if you will i will send you the link and we can start.

OOC: I had an IC post but I lost it because the computer signed me out. Anyway, yes I would be interested in fighting a war, but I'm not ready for that yet. Once I have my military and factbook up I will.

OOC: Ok when your ready telegram me. i hope that is very soon

Time.

He had rummaged through the wrecked Jefferson Place and finally found a working, serviceable RPG. He'd also found one intact Uzi and his Beretta was still on the roof. He lowered his Dragunov and readied the RPG at the van.

Damn computers. Can't control me forever! Fuck the programming.

He steadied his aim, perfect, per the effect of the vial, and pulled the trigger.

click.

He sighed.

"I'll get you Leo, you'll see. Let's see how long you can live with that lead in your stomach, without any medical treatment or at least something to dull the pain."

For effect, he blew the fourth tire, smirking at the van's sudden jolt towards some buildings.

the stinging pain started to get unbearable for Leo, as he layed in the back of the van. He saw the sample vial that Ivan had ripped from his vest and grabbed it. he popped the cap off and poured about half an once on his open wound. the pain got much worse, blinding him, and he passed out...

The rear-left tire blew out. The van shook as it rode up on the curb. "Leo!" Ivan shouted, soon noticing Leo was unconscious. "Shit!" The van took a corner, and scraped up against a parked car. Sparks flew everywhere, and the side of the van was torn. Sparks got into the gasoline and started a small fire. Ivan spun around and swore again in his native tongue. The van, with its driver distracted, clipped a zombie and smashed into a wall...

Ivan fell out of the driver's seat onto the street. The fire was spreading and Leo was unconscious. Ivan's Uzi was still in the van, and several stiffs were moving up from the streets...

Leo awoke to a fire and tried to get out of the van before it spreads, but the a can of gas tipped and it lit his back on fire as he exits the van. "AHH!AHAHAHAHHH!" Leo screams as he tries to smother it by rolling on the ground, but it keeps burning....

Ivan runs over to Leo, pressing himself against him to smother the flames. The stiffs were getting closer, and in larger numbers. The fire died out, Ivan looked and expected to see horrible burns.... yet there was nothing. Maybe Leo drank one of those vials.... the vials that Ivan needed. So now Leo was the 'package'... this wasn't going to be easy.

The van exploded, and so did the supplies inside. All Ivan had left was one of his M9s, a few clips, his combat knife, and a frag grenade.

David fired at the zombies, placing the scope on their heads or spines. Even though he overpowered the nanobots' programming of his free will, he still had to follow the priorities and protect The Vial.

Leo used a vial of one of the 'A-Series' samples. The A Vials were one of the first mysterious vials that had been shipped into Cuborg. The reports were sketchy at best, but somebody wanted to create a potent regenerative formula. The first attempts, Series A, was viral. Most persons subjected to the virus died, but came back as a 'zombie'. Series B, what Ivan believed David to have injected himself with, was mostly nanobots. All of the Series A samples were to be destroyed, but they somehow found themselves in Cuborg, where they were accidentally spread into the water, causing the situation in Cuborg and Macgruber.

Ivan looked around. Stiffs everywhere, from every direction. There was no way to kill them all, no way to escape... Ivan eyed his grenade...

Agent Ivan in danger. Potential Sample disaster.

"Shit," David said aloud to himself. He pressed the clip release on the Dragunov and smoothly reloaded it, cocked it and slung it across his back. He jumped down and took long jumping strides, running his fist through a zombie's neck, keeping his momentum up. He saw a glint of metal.
Ooooh. Machete.

He picked it up in mid stride and decapitated the nearest zombie. The closer he got to Agent Ivan, the more apprehensive he felt about the zombies. They seemed more different, frenzied sort of. Like they could somehow be afraid.
Alert. Series A Sample recipient in immediate area.

"Leo."

"Shit, David's back. Get up!" Ivan shouted at Leo, as he tried to pull him up. Ivan one hands his M9, cracks his neck, and squeezes off a shot. The bullet enjoyed a brief flight before embedding itself in David's (or rather the thing that controlled his body like a grotesque puppet) head...

David flexed backward very quickly upon seeing the gun in Ivan's hand, everything moving in slow motion to him as the bullet sped towards his face. He cocked his head back and forced him momentum downwards, the bullet leaving a nice gouge in his forehead, scraping the bone. To a human it would look like the bullet went into his head, it happened so fast. His instincts kicked in and he feigned dead, aided by the nanomachines in stopping his pulse. He was basically in a coma/hybernation. The zombies walked right by him and continued on for Ivan and Leo.

He inhaled and rolled over, retreating already before his pulse had even sped up, and turned and headed left.

"The Sample is lost," David thought to himself. "Agent Ivan either sustained cranial trauma and suffered amnesia regarding the samples or is using a mnemonic device not registered in the database. So screw it, give me my body back!"

He rubbed the new scar over his left eye.

"The faulty sample isn't worth it! I took the only working samp--"

He picked up a bucket and cut his wrist, letting the blood into the bucket. His arm healed and he cut himself again. He stopped when the bucket was half full. He peeked around and found by fate that he was near a pharmacy.

"There, an alternative to the mission. And I'm a universal donor too! Take that, nanobot bitches."

OOC: You're... doing a complete blood transfusion... by yourself? With a bucket?

OOC: No, I'm trying to make more Vials (a few of which are for you if you stop shooting at me lol).

Leo raises to his feet and picks a steel rod off the ground. "Come on!" Leo yells at the creature and then takes a defense stance.

Ivan saw an opening in the hoard of stiffs. He sprinted past it, and was now drawing some of them away from Leo. Ivan aimed his M9 at a few of them, dropping two with four shots.

David ran to the pharmacy, hunched over to keep snow from getting into the bucket. He entered through what used to be the doorway and looked for a way into the back. He hoped, skipped, and jumped over the debris and set the bucket down on the counter. He searched around frantically for some sort of containers he could keep the blood in until he needed them. Ironically, he found a box of vials.

He smirked.

Leo chases The beast into the pharmacy.

Unfortunately, the stiffs start to circle around him again. This time there was no opening. "Shit! Leo!" he shouted, panicking.

OOC: the beast?? what beast O.O

OOC: Well you tend not to call a mutated freak pretty.

OOC: It never said I was a mutated freak but ok...


David looked Leo in the eyes.

"Leo, I'm trying to make more vials, so people can be saved. Either you can get in my way, or you can go and help Ivan. "

He picked up a vial and dipped it into the bucket.

"We don't matter, we're but pawns in a big rat race, doomed to end in a deep, dark place. Let us make these samples of the antivirus before we do. Go get Ivan."