NationStates Jolt Archive

Well, time for Ash to wake-up... Kinda left him hanging around IC night-fall, so I'll have to bring him up to speed...

First, as he entered, he noted some fallen zombies, the previous occupants had set traps and put-up a fight... Now, he had a choice, see if anyone else is inside, or sneak in and hope not to see anything?

He thought for a moment, as he snook a few glimpses into nearby rooms, and then decided...

"Hello? Is anybody there?"
He paused, and decided not to use such a cliche'
"Hello? Anybody here?"

He then took a position, seated, with his back to a wall, anything coming towards him would either have to be seen coming, or somehow manage to punch-through walls... He drew his gun...

A lone little girl crawled out from under some debris.

Ash hlstered his revolver and tried to calm the victim, "Hey, little girl, come ere, I ain't gonna hurt ya, don't be afraid...." Ash said, trying not to frighten the child.

The girl gurgled and snarled, not a good sign... I was trying to clear her throat in order to scream...

"Oh fuck..."

Ash acted quickly, and lunged, brainpanning the girl with his crowbar, something grabbed him...

"SHIT!"

The crowbar was deeply lodged into the girl's skull, useless for now... He spun as he drew the revolver, it was 'big daddy', a fat, bloated zombie, with half his intestines shot-out, and apparently decorating the interior walls nearby...

"Be a good chap, and die, motherfucker..."
He pressed the barrel against the zombie's skull, and pulled the trigger, it hung there for a moment, then collapsed.

Ash breathed a sigh of relief, and then regained his thoughts, retrieved his cowbar, and decided to finish searching the house rather than wait...
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A few crippled zombies were to be had, rendered mostly harmless by traps, but still, he'd like it better if there wasn't something that knew of his location trying to escape and eat him while he slept... A few swings of the crowbar solved that problem...

Next came finding shelter in this dump...

The attic... Well, that's a good place and all, but first...
He took the little girl fow a "walk"...

Opening the trapdoor was simple enough with his crowbar... He then stuck the "puppet" through the portal, he heard a click and a thud, retrieved the puppet, and found a crossbow bolt in her...

He tried again, this time, nothing... all clear?

He climbed up, and immediately found the remains of the previous resident, clutching a pistol and a note, a suicide note...

Not surprisingly, the pistol was empty, and didn't fire the same ammo...

He retrieved the bolt, closed the trapdoor, reset the crossbow, and went to sleep.
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He woke to the distant sound of gunfire and explosions, and decided to investigate from his perch before continuing on...

...

Nothing...

He then checked to see if zombies were gaurding his exit by peeking through cracks in the cieling, the same way as his predesseor naturally had, and explained why he ran out of ammunition... Making supply-runs...

He topped off his revolver, and went out for a walk, there was nothing left for him here except a barely safe place to sleep... He wondered why the zombies weren't resorting to arson in this confined city yet...

Then he realized, confined space, stupid zombies, no fire-fighting equipment, and a flash of something about the Tokyo and Dresden fire-raids he suddenly remembered... The 'smarties' weren't torching houses because they feared it would cause a firestorm...

Ash was now on the street, and heard some explosions in the distance...
He decided to try and see what that was about without getting into any crossfire, or worse, ambushed... He stuck to the wall-sides, kinda like he'd seen in some war-movie, what was it called again?

He then remembered, zombies, doors, windows, and decided to keep some distance from the walls and corners...

(Sorry i didn't do something with Ash. Forgot he was there. lol. U did good though)

As Ash made his way towards the fighting (I'm assuming that is where Tom and the others are), he saw what appeared to be a military surplus store with its door knocked off its hinges. The light from outside filtered in and revealed row upon row of grenades, Night Vision goggles, bullet proof vests, and in a smashed open cabinet in the back rifles and ammunition for almost any gun one could think of.

(Sorry i didn't do something with Ash. Forgot he was there. lol. U did good though)

As Ash made his way towards the fighting (I'm assuming that is where Tom and the others are), he saw what appeared to be a military surplus store with its door knocked off its hinges. The light from outside filtered in and revealed row upon row of grenades, Night Vision goggles, bullet proof vests, and in a smashed open cabinet in the back rifles and ammunition for almost any gun one could think of.
OOC: 'Kay, now you're just screwing with him...

"The gun store"*, guns galore, in spite of the fact that it was apparently picked-over a few times already...

Bulet-vest... useless, they'd just wiegh him down, and tire him out... if a zombie managed to grab your ribcage, you've got a hell of a lot more to worry about... No, he was more worried about hands, arms, and feet...

A pair of shooting-gloves well, one shooting-glove would keep his remaining hand well protected without relinquishing dexterity...

'Military' boots with steel inserts on the instep AND toe... Niiiiice....

First-aid-kits.... Immensly useful... he poured some anti-septic over his bandaged nub... it burned somewhat...

While tying on his new boots, he heard shuffling...
Crap clusterfuck with a hand grenade in a handbasket of poo...

It shuffled inside, snatched a bunch of vests, and shugged away...

Ash silently asked some unseen divine being "What the fuck was that about?"

Rather than dwell on such things, he hurried-up and tyed his boots nice and good, picked up a case of .223 ammo, and stuffed that and a pair of grenades and some food into a slightly used rucksack... Just before he left, he made sure to pick up a walkie-talkie, batteries and hand-cranked emergency-radio...

He turned it on and tuned-in:

"Blue sky, blue sky, this is burning Ash, requesting medivac, over."

*mistook mil-surp for gun store due to massive amounts of guns'n'ammo

"Well sir, I'll establish security here and let me know when you get in position, then we'll drop charges and fall up to you." Tom said out of breath taking a knee at the entry way. They had bounded up to the "r" building, or the 'Reason's Industrial HQ' building. ((I'm gonna do it again OWM sorry!))
"Okay, Khaine, I'll establish the over watch and commo relay point. Talk to you soon."

Tom nodded and started putting the security squad in place. They had an excellent vantage point from the first floor it was just too large for two squads to hold for an indefinite time. Tom saw the young man Robert move forward with the Captain while Conrad remained on the first floor with Tom, hands in pockets surveying the area.

Charlie Squad reported back to Tom that the floor was clean, they began establishing blind blocks and traps as they pulled out of the back rooms and exits of the building blocking only the points that were not going to be used for egress if the Reason's building became compromised.

The corporals' were guiding the privates in the art of improvised field traps and explosives, blocking and eliminating any chance of entry from behind. Successfully sealing off the ground floor Tom took the squads up one level and continued over watch on the streets. The machine guns were ported through windows, Tom loved to watch the glass tinkle down onto the street below as the windows were broken out to accommodate the M240B's and M249's.

The squads rotated placing explosives and sealing entry ways and pulling security. They began to run out of explosives on the sixth floor, and then the office furniture blockades began. Filing cabinets falling into doorways, couches being wedged into hallways, vending machines being first raided then toppled. The maze was being built to afford the advantage to the soldiers, and quite the advantage it was.

Tom flipped through the map he picked up at the security desk and took a look at the routes and explosives emplacement points. He had made sure that the squads had kept their claymores and grenades for last ditch efforts and room clearing. He was reviewing the map with the squad leaders backing up contingencies and plotting squad movements when Mason came online. Two single taps on the mic indicated that the commo station was up.

When the station went up Tom noticed that even his taccom became crystal clear with the new signal boost.

"Sir, we've set charges and emplacements and fall back positions for the first six floors. Nothing is getting to us alive for at least a day. We should be set. Do the observers see anything yet sir?" Tom asked into his taccom.

Tom began reorganizing his personal kit.

OOC: Thanks for letting my char tag along!

IC: "Whoo!" sighed Robert. Let's try to get in some practice here and there, eh? He walked up to the guy in charge - at least who appeared to be. There was that one guy from the alley and then the guy who saved him, and then another guy. Oh well. This was getting complicated.

"Hey... um... thanks," he said to the guy who appeared to be in charge (OOC: Mason). "Um.... well... hey... can I help you?" he stammered. "I'm not that bad with computers, but I suck at fighting... and I don't know much about military tactics or whatever... anything I can do? I owe you for saving my life. I would have been swamped down there without you guys."

Might as well stay here for a while, at least he'll survive - hopefully. There were military guys here, after all - or at least professional-looking men.

((That's fine, we'll just pick him up from one of the other rooms like he slipped in the back or side. Here, I'll set it up.))

There was a commotion and Tom and Mason looked up to see the purposeful man attempting entry into the rooms.
"Let him in boys!" Mason said ((Kind of had to OWM sorry)) Tom kept his hand on his pistol. You can't really know who you can trust in situations like this. Tom watched as he was led into the room and surveyed the area. Tom looked up at Mason querulously.

"Names Tom, SSG. Telz Immortal Soldiery. You seem a little bored." Tom said standing and extending his hand to shake toward the man.

"Immortal Soldiery?" Conrad questioned, ignoring the mans handshake. "And here I was thinking I've heard of every silly unit in existence. Name's Conrad, and I'm guessing that if you've lived this long, there may be a little truth to that 'Immortal' Part."

(lol Hurt, i was trying to make it at least somewhat easier on ur guy. He was in a tight spot already. lol. I think it is safe to assume that the player controlling the copter has went AWOL. I'll just take that over now...)

Burning Ash this is Blue Sky, we read you loud and clear. What's your location and situation? Give us a roof to land on and we're there. Crackled over Ash's radio in response to his query.

(And since Regina seems to have fallen of the face of the planet as well, i'll just kind of add a little something here. Michael has a job to do. lol)

As Michael headed towards the tv station, he heard a blood curdling scream come from behind him. He whirled around with his AA-12 readied and saw his worst fear. Regina, who had started following him, was being borne down under an immense wave of undead flesh. Behind the Basics swamping her Brutes came charging towards Michael while an Intelligent in the back directed them. He brought up his AA-12 and started spitting out shotgun blasts at 400 rounds a minute. Shrapnel tore into everything, shredding what was left of the undead's flesh. He emptied one 20 round drum and loaded another which he used half of to finish off the basics on Regina. The Intelligent knew when he'd lost so there was no sign of him.
Michael rushed over to Regina but he knew it was too late. The only parts left of here were her head and bone fragments, both of which the basics saw as inedible. Michael had seen gruesome deaths before but this was just unnatural. He turned away with a shudder and went on his way to the station.

Once he arrived, he discovered that it was the same as the one where they had watched the news anchor be devoured on the TV. He warily walked in but there didn't seem to be any undead around. He quickly located the satellite transmitter and dialed the President. He used every Red Alert code word he could think of to get pass the general screening and eventually got the President himself.

This is Traton. Who are you? I was told you threatened some of my staff.

Michael sighed with relief. "Sorry sir, I had to get through to you somehow. I'm in Merue and my name is Michael Taylor and I have what I believe may be the clue on how to solve our current situation."

There was silence on the other end. It went on long enough for Michael to get worried and he started checking to make sure he still had a connection. Finally, the President spoke. Boy, you have no idea how glad I am to hear those words. This is one of the first direct communications we've had from a survivor inside. I've had military generals up my ass trying to get me to nuke the place, but I just couldn't do that if there was the possibility of survivors. They kept saying there weren't any worth fighting for, but you just proved them wrong. Send what ever information you have to this secure relay. he said and told Michael a number to dial on the phone and upload all the data he had. Once you're done with that, we'll start working on a cure for this mess. We've been trying but we had absolutely nothing to go on.

Michael almost laughed with relief. "Yes sir! This is probably the only chance I'll have to contact you from here, so don't expect another call. Over and out" Michael said and disconnected. He then dialed the relay and uploaded all his information. By the time he was finished he heard noises outside. Crap, they found me. He thought and rushed out the back. He turned around just in time to see a Brute inside sniffing around, but didn't stay any longer. He took off at a dead sprint and started heading towards what sounded like weapons fire.

OOC: Telz, that's fine, so long as you don't have Mason go jihad or anything crazy. I can't be on a lot, finals week and all. :( Hurtful, you tryin' to kill us? Don't give Mt. Id any ideas about zeds w/ bulletproof vests. I can't believe they sell those at mil surp.

Mason came into the room that had been designated the main comm center. His men were setting up consoles and unfolding their precious satellite dishes that would allow them to interface with the OWM satellite network. A wheeled cart was being used to store the M8's, in easy reach but out of the way. On the roof of the building, a team was sending up the first of the 'Donuts', the little ring-shaped observation UAV's that the troops used to spot ambushes ahead of time. The OWM Donuts even had a special aftermarket modification: a single 7.62mm rifle round that could be used to take out high-value targets at range, virtually undetected. Unfortunately, the UAV usually lost control after the shot, and only a very skilled operator could keep it from crashing. "Have we managed to link up to SatNet yet?" Mason asked the Specialist manning the main console. The man turned and said "Sir, we are live in three... two... one... link up established, sir." The fuzz that had been obscuring transmissions instantly went away. Mason smiled. This would level the playing field; say what you like about armor and air support but without effective communications, no modern army could operate.

Suddenly Tom spoke into the TacCom, sounding as if he was right next to Mason. "Sir, we've set charges and emplacements and fall back positions for the first six floors. Nothing is getting to us alive for at least a day. We should be set. Do the observers see anything yet sir?" Mason replied, "We're sending up a UAV now, and... it looks like a city. Big surprise. But there is an unusual concentration of Infected about a mile distant- they seem to be milling around in a large square, with no real purpose. We'll watch that. No enemies are approaching the building, but good work with establishing the security. I'd like to see if we have an uplink back to HQ, maybe get some air support or even evac going here, it'll take a while to organize even if the signal is that strong, so don't get your hopes up."

OOC: Uhh... GM? Do you really have an exit strategy for us? Or does Michael really know how to end this? And Telz- what's our fallback point? You know, in case we do get overrun...?

(Exit strategy, yes. Michael knowing, no. Just the information to get the egg heads working on it. It'll come. May take some timewarps though (hint hint. lol). And we're also thinking bout a round 2 if anybody is interested after this one. I know some topics get old so I was thinking ending this one and starting up again on a similar base but not quite the same. Character transfers allowed and everything.)

OOC: Telz, that's fine, so long as you don't have Mason go jihad or anything crazy. I can't be on a lot, finals week and all. :( Hurtful, you tryin' to kill us? Don't give Mt. Id any ideas about zeds w/ bulletproof vests. I can't believe they sell those at mil surp.
OOC:
Well, in most RL countries such vests are illegal...
But don't blame me, I'm just making sure you get a good run for your money, besides, you've got AA-12s, claymores, and a few whilybirds... You don't get to complain to the guy RPing with only one hand and a limp!

IC:
Burning Ash this is Blue Sky, we read you loud and clear. What's your location and situation? Give us a roof to land on and we're there. Crackled over Ash's radio in response to his query.
Ash breathed a sign of relief, contact with survivors at last!

He walked a little bit more energeticly...
Barely noticing a massive pile of bodies and the thick smell of gunsmoke...

He responded between breaths, his heart pounding with excitement.
"It's glad to hear from you again, new location, in city."

He paused... wondering what else to say and where exactly "here" was...

"I'm amid a bunch of dead zekes, and you won't believe this, the zombies have gun-trucks and body armor, I repeat, gun-trucks and... Huerk!" *automatic weapons fire*

Just then, his foot was caught on something, he fell, then dropped the radio...

His scavanged M16 hit the pavement hard, and it fired a short burst wildly into the air on its own volition... The chamber was 'hot' and the safety was never on... this whole time...**

His ruck landed besides him...

And then the revolver, the one he kept tucked in his pants, discharged a lump of .38 special into his leg...

"FuuuuUCK!"

**Pretty sure even Telz will tell you that a big no-no...
On the upside, he's within sight of the main-defenses...

Edit:
OOC:
Guess what, now I'm gonna give Mt the idea to rp the crippled crawlers left behind from the MG-fire & AT4-blast... A few could even be brutes/intellegents, or whatever would be left of a "super-zed"...

Well... that was kinda rude, thought Robert as he noticed Mason walk to another room. He could at least say hi.Following him, he gasped.

THE WALLS WERE COVERED WITH COMPUTERS!

Tons of military hardware... oh man... what I could do with these, he paused. I could maybe be of some use, here. Except I still don't know any military tactis. But still... maybe we could get a message out? I don't think the whole world's under siege... is it?

"Excuse me, sir," he somewhat stammered to Mason. "Um... thanks for saving my life... can I help you? I'm OK with computers, and this little thing (Hhe swung his sword around) hardly does anything... plus I can't really use it... anything I can do for you?"

We're in some sort of a military HQ, barricading against the zombies. Just post an IC post and you're in... really.

OOc: I'm going too post an IC put can you list all the characters. there is no way in hell im going too look through all this...

Wow... don't swear there.

Mason: Leader of the military guys.
Tom: Same
Conrad: Friend and ally
Robert: Young kid who doesn't really know what he's doing
Ash: A guy trying to get to the military HQ.
Michael: A guy trying to get contact to the government (this is isolated in one city).

That's pretty much it.

"Um... hello..." Robert looked up at the guy. Where did this guy come from? "I'm Robert, thanks." He paused. "How did you get in here? This is like a fortress!" Seriously... this place is packed full of all these awesome computers!

"Um... hello..." Robert looked up at the guy. Where did this guy come from? "I'm Robert, thanks." He paused. "How did you get in here? This is like a fortress!" Seriously... this place is packed full of all these awesome computers!
OOC: Good luck trying to use them, I'm pretty sure the zekes have already messed up the power-grid though...

OOc: I'm going too post an IC put can you list all the characters. there is no way in hell im going too look through all this...
LaZy!
*head-desks @ "American" grammar*

And now for the unbound wrath of the character critic! Mwahahaha!
(I'm here to intentionally give ideas to Mt Id to make survival of all characters very difficult, so don't bother trying to go commando...)
Name: Jerry Carson
Age:18
Weapons: Chainsaw, Grenades, M4A1, and a deagle.

Age... "Aren't you a little short to be a storm-trooper?"

Weapons...
-Cahinsaw... Erm... right... I'll go stand over here now... you have fun with a melee weapon that breaks easier than an M-16 and makes a hell of a lot more noise; when outnumbered a bajillion to one by zombies...
-deagle: Is that like a beagle? Or the ever unreliabe qrist-breaking Desert Eagle? What model, the .45 IMI/ACP, or the .50 AE?

Everything else -which isn't much to begin with- looks fine and realistic, the above-mentioned aspects look ripped from an arcade-game, and are liable to give me very inventive ideas to give Mt-Id to kill you off with...

OOC: It's alright if its alright with you, Para. He's just pointing out the massive flaws in your plan, and your horrible grammar.

And I'm not the guy who set up the computers.

OOC: Sorry for guys waiting on my post, I have been really busy recently.

'This is a holy place. To go outside would be to throw our selves to the mercy of the devil!' Shouted Jedidiah venomously.

'Listen to me, the infected are going to come up here whether your God says so or not. If you want to live you can come with us.' Said Clair calmly. The argument had been going on like this for the last ten minuets with Clair calmly telling Jedidiah that they were going to die if they didn't move. To be quite frank this was getting boring, thought Mark.

'This is just your heathen lies trying to make trick us into leaving this holy place. Pay no heed to them my brothers and sisters, do not believe the lies of these daemons.' He shouted. The rest of the residents forming a group behind Jedidiah. The whole conversation suddenly became more dangerous.

'Listen I have had enough of this religious bull-shit. We are trying to save your lives. We have been keeping you alive by bringing you food from out there. So you have no right to question me.' Up until now Clair had been calm, but calling her a liar was pushing it too far.

'It comes from the heathen own mouth, she blasphemes and leaves this holy place to cohort with daemons, it is she who will bring us doom.' The rest of his group started shuffling closer Mark and Tony. 'We must make this place pure once more, it has been infected with this one and the other twos evil, they must be sacrificed to make this place pure.' At that moment the group of people the had been sneaking up behind them hit them with clubs, knocking Mark and the rest of the group out cold.

Mark was the first to wake. He felt like someone had beaten the crap out of, then he remembered they had beaten the crap out of him. He tried to get up but his hands were bound. He opened his eyes slowly the sun shining through shining through the glass into his eyes. He realized he was just in front of the steps leading in front of the alter.

'Well, its good to have you back with us sleeping beauty.' said a sarcastic voice that could only be Tony's.

'What's happening?'

'Why don't you have a look at the alter and find out.' Mark looked up his eyes adjusting to the suns glare. In front of him was the alter, with Jedidiah and two others in cloaks behind him. On the alter was Clair. She was naked and covered in bruises, her wrists and angles tied down to the alter. Jedidiah stood other her, a wicked looking blade in his hand.

'What are you doing? You sick F**k.' Shouted Mark. Jedidiah looked up.

'I am saving this church and removing the scourge of evil, one daemon at a time.' He said pointing his blade at Mark and Tony.

'What proof do you have that we are daemons?' said Tony trying to appeal to his rational side.

'I have the word of the lord and this.' he said as he removed a teddy from his pocket called Mr Fuggelz. 'You tried to violate her with this, tool of evil. Tempt her to your wicked ways, do not look for her around you though, i have already purged this place of her evil.' Mark started to notice the haunted look on Tony's face and the blood on the alter.

'I'll kill you, I swear to god I'll kill you.' Screamed Mark, his head filled with rage.

'Do not threaten me daemon. I am the lords servant and he has shown me the path to salvation. Now I will fulfill his plan and end this daemons life.' He raised his arm, the blade glissining in his hand. He brought his arm down the blade nearing Clair's stomach.

All of a sudden the room begins to shake, and the glass shatters. Jedidiah's thrust misses her when he falls over, the knife just grazing her hip. He rolls away from the alter before the other two can help him. The floor collapsing at that point, bringing the alter down through the floor along with the other two.

The church is filled with silence. Mark is close enough to hole to look down. For some reason it's incredibly dark, he can't see a thing. The he sees movement, a lot of movement. The silence is shattered by screams, a woman and two men screaming. The screaming of two abruptly stops. Suddenly a hand shoots out of the hole, screaming for help trying to pull himself up. He stops screaming too, his head disappearing into the whole, his arm however still there. The a face appears out of the hole, blood dripping from its mouth. The whole church is filled with screams.

OOC: Sorry for my noobish intro. Let me try that again.

Name:Jerry Carson
Job: Marine Sniper
Age: 18
Weapons: Knife, frag grenades, SKS Bullup (RBF works too), and M9 pistol, some C4, also If i can have an MP5 that would be great.
Equipment: Dragonskin Body armor, tact scope, silencer for pistol, combat boots, Military combat uniform, backpack, binoculars, uniform, civilian outfit, and radio(short range) Also some food and water.
Height: 6 Foot
Build: Muscular, Brown hair, Blue eyes, Tan skin.
Bio: A marine sniper visiting his hometown for vacation. When he finds out his home is burned down, he goes to nearest the military base.

Finally, he had reached the base. (Im not sure if it is guarded please tell me) Jerry went inside and founded the base almost deserted. He took out his M9 and held it cautiously. When he heard voices behind a door, his military training kicked in and he switched the safety off the pistol and kicked the door open yelling," FREEZE OR I'LL SHOOT!".
Inside he found 2 people. A boy wielding a sword and a man. He wasn't sure if they were infected so he kept the pistol aimed.
"DROP ALL WEAPONS!", hoping that zombies didn't know english and if they dropped thier weapons, they were humans.

Some of the not quite dead zombies began crawling towards the fallen Ash. They may actually be able to get this one. (i'm betting the others will see u first. lol)

OOC:
Finally, he had reached the base. (Im not sure if it is guarded please tell me)

Reading the thread is a good idea. The r-shaped building that you are attempting to enter is sealed off, trapped, surrounded on two sides by zeds, and guarded by a platoon of battle-hardened paratroops armed with Assault rifles, Claymore mines, M24 sniper rifles, grenades, M203s and M107s, and they are somewhat jumpy at the moment.

When he heard voices behind a door, his military training kicked in and he switched the safety off the pistol and kicked the door open yelling," FREEZE OR I'LL SHOOT!".

The room Mason and Robert are in is on the top floor of a several story building. The ground floor entrances are barricaded. Behind these... well... you read the top beforehand. And while the Comm operators don't have their rilfes ready, you can bet they've prepped their sidearms. At this point you are either A) a figment of our imaginations or B) riddled with bullets and shrapnel and just haven't quite figured it out yet. Try again.

It's not a base. It's the headquarters of the something Corporation, Telz had a good name for them.

And Dragonscales? Seriously, man, at least the Army has a battalion's worth of M8's. Those are still on the testbed.

I apologize for the rudeness but i think it's funny that you don't want to read the thread and then when you do make contact with survivors you draw a gun on them and kick down doors.

IC:

Mason, aware for the first time that the sword-wielding kid was standing next to him, turned and asked "What are you doing running around a city of zombies with a sword?" he asked. Just then, the door into the room burst down and a man wearing body armor and with a menagerie of weapons but wielding a pistol stepped in. Instantly, Mason dropped into a crouch, his PT-92 coming up to bear. The Comm operators did the same. "Tom," Mason said into the TacCom, "I don't know how, but a man got up here, he's holding a gun on me, and he's not one of ours. Get a squad or two behind him." Mason then focused his attentions on the man. He seemed too well-equipped to be a civilian-Mason guessed he was a soldier in one of the armies of the other nations that had sent troops to Mt. Id. But, from the looks of things, he was separated from his unit... or the only survivor. "Stand down soldier!" Mason barked. "I don't know if you're crazy, suicidal, or infected, but you look human, and right now there's a room full of men pointing guns at you."

OOC: This is an awkward situation. How the hell do we rationalize him getting past Tom? Maybe he was already in the building or something.

Sorry Kenavt. Not on a lot.

(Just say he found an entrance that hadn't been guarded at the time, eh? lol)

OOC:Sorry for my noobish intro. Let me try that again.
Better, I've seen much worse, like this one fellow, used a friggin "Jin-roh"-esque armor, a GPMG, and "unlimited ammo", and of course, "super-human strength due to selective breeding"...
In that RP, I was fending zombies with some black-iron pipe and a friggin thumb-tack! Or was I RPing the infected/unturned welder? Maybe it was both...

I think he was indisposed from his armor by a pretty face long enough for some bikers to finish him off... boom, headshot...

I apologize for the rudeness but i think it's funny that you don't want to read the thread and then when you do make contact with survivors you draw a gun on them and kick down doors.
I'm hoping he'll grow out of it, in the meantime, let him get blown up by a claymore and try again with another person. Trust me, if he gets shot in the face enough times for not reading the thread, he'll learn to read the whole thread simply to prevent his characters from getting shot in the head for silly reasons.
But then again, you're men hid the traps well, maybe he blundered into them anyways...

It's times like these I'm glad my character is merely severly injured and immobile whilst surrounded by undead with absolutely no cover...
Some of the not quite dead zombies began crawling towards the fallen Ash. They may actually be able to get this one. (i'm betting the others will see u first. lol)
K, scratch that...

IC:
Ash quickly came to his senses, and looked towards hat caused his fall.

What he saw was a zombie hand, on the other end... an upper-torso and head... a lump of its lower-jaw was missing... Ash tried to stiffle his fear and urge to recht...

He then looked around, the entire road was writhing in his direction.
Zombies...
Occassional moans could be heard, as zombies with still functioning voices tried to attract able-bodied basics into the action...

Ash could swear he heard one of them trying to pronounce"Brainzzzzzzzzzzzzz!" whilst gurgling on some blood...

He instinctively kicked at the zombie at his foot, and flailed around trying to find 'crowbar', while at the same time trying not to scream from pain nor terror...

Getting desprate, he clubbed an approaching zombie with his left-stump, and an unimagineable pain wracked through him... reminding him never to do that ever again... He then tried to stand, but his legs wouldn't cooperate...

He drew the revolver... and shot at the nearest zombies...

*pop*


*pop*

*pop*




*pop*

Adrenalin was still flowing this time, he was hurt bad, more zombies closing-in... had to act fast... vision getting blurry... losing quite a bit of blood... shit... must've hit an artery...
(Femor wounds tend to be fatal in 5 minutes, victim losses conciousness in 60-120 seconds unless stopped, he just wasted 15 seconds and 5 bullets...)

He was going off of something he saw from a B-rated survival flick... hoping it would work better IRL than in the movie, undid his belt, wrapped it around his bleeding right leg, and tightened it with all the strength he had... The bleeding slowed, but it wasn't stopping... fuck...
(he just bought himself 5-10 minutes)

Oh well, he did the best he could do... time to go down swinging... he clawed his way to the radio and M-16, depressing the transmit button with his chin and taking aim with a hand and nub...

"Blue sky, *pop* this is Ash, *pop pop, pop* I'm pretty fucked up in a bad way right now *pop*, leg *pop*, foot *urraagh, pop, pant*, hand, and arm injuries *pipipip*, think I took a lump of .38 in the femor... *ki-tick* oh, and I'm low on ammo now... so if you've got any friends in the area, that'd be just great, cause I'm staring at the most humiliating horde of crippled zombies a person could die at the hands of... Fuck, a St-Brenard could kill this horde..."

He then released the radio rom under his chin and worried about reloading... first he had to eject the mag... then pick it up (he only has the one from the gun) reload it, put i back in the gun, and resume firing...

After loading 5 cartridges, he decided to just use the revolver, fired its last shot, dumped the spool, and started reloading the chambers again...

A crippled brute then broke his left lag with his own crowbar...

"BAD CROWBAR, BAD!" *Bang, bang*

He then started waylaying zombies with his newly returned crowbar and partial revolver...

"Come and get some you motherfuckers!!!"

*Keep in mind, none of the fellows in this post can stand, see also: MGS "crab battle" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mHKHKR8x6A)

((Read the OOC thread. I can't really post to something that wouldn't happen or didn't happen, we need to get this figured out.))

Thomas heard a gunshot go off and a scream of pain. Finally I found someone he thought. But with a gunshot and a scream of pain. That didn't seem so good. But Thomas unslung his AK and jogged towards the gunfire.

Ash, read u loud and clear. We see you and are coming in hot crackled over Ash's radio and the loud THWUMP THWUMP of helicopter rotors could be heard as it came screaming down the street directly at the zombie horde and Ash. It stopped almost directly over ash and hovered a few feet of the ground. Three men jumped out the side and began clearing the immediate area around Ash as a fourth, a medic, picked him up and carried him into the chopper.

OOC: Oh, I thought he was still in that house. Im stupid...
Thomas spotted 2 marines dragging a wounded comrade into the helicopter.
Tom runs across the street and jumps aboard the helicopter right when it was about to take off. " Hullo, My name is Thomas Sandrock. I swear that I'm not infected", panted Thomas.

OOC: Oh, I thought he was still in that house. Im stupid...
Thomas spotted 2 marines dragging a wounded comrade into the helicopter.
Tom runs across the street and jumps aboard the helicopter right when it was about to take off. " Hullo, My name is Thomas Sandrock. I swear that I'm not infected", panted Thomas.
OOC: when threads get this long "search in this thread: [player name]" helps immensly to figure out their situation. Plus it generally eliminates "chaff" from not-quite-involved characters.
-Good posts also tend to restate the current situation from time to time. Like when I make sure to mention that my character's leg and left hand are FUBAR...
-I also have a tendancy to re-use survivors from these sorts of RPs, usually as some hard-nosed sgt or pvt on the brink of insanity and a section-8 discharge "for jerking off 10 times a day"

IC:
A half-concious Ash attempts to figure out where the voices are coming from as his eyes roll to the back of his head while mumbling something about zombies, trucks, and assorted demolition equipment... Followed by a "The spin is roomy".

Thankfully, he wasn't much in any condition to resist the medic's attempts to hoist him into the helicopter. Though an observant soldier would note his hand reaching for a hand grenade, and trying to pull the pin out with his thumb...

It then rolled out of his hand as the chopper lifted and heaved off the asphalt... Pin still in place.

"Damn! What happened too him?", asked Tom looking down at the wounded man.
"By the way", he asked the medic," do you have anything I can eat?"

OOC:
Mason, aware for the first time that the sword-wielding kid was standing next to him, turned and asked "What are you doing running around a city of zombies with a sword?" he asked.

"Um... long story." Robert paused. "Well... my dad and I live on the north part of town and he and Mom got ambushed but I escaped and managed to get our family sword-type heirloom thingy but it's better than nothing I could probably use a gun can I help you out with the computers I'm good with technology," Robert blurted out a little bit too fast. "Um... this is like my family sword and Mom and Dad got killed earlier by the zombies... Can I help at all?"

He then turned around and faced Thomas. "Um... greetings.. hello there, bud." And then Thomas raced away.

Sorry Kenavt. Not on a lot.

Tis fine, tis fine - this is the first time I've been on since Sunday.

OOC: Dude... Im back with Ash...
(Unless I missed something)

OOC: Dude... Im back with Ash...
(Unless I missed something)

Dude... I said you raced away somewhere. Where? To Ash, of course - but my character didn't know that.

OOC:No that was a different guy. You guys killed my guy and fed him too the zombies! Lets just go with that. Tom and Jerry are different. LOL Tom and Jerry. I just noticed that.

(wow...off topic now. lol. And we already got a tom. This is going to get confusing fast...lol)

The medic was startled at the man's appearance and almost pulled his gun on him. But he heard his words and set the pistol back in his leg holster. "Uh...we got battle rations in the back. Get some if you need them." he said and returned to Ash. "Man this guy has taken a beating...don't see a bite though. That's a relief."

The men who had jumped out quickly clambered back in and the helicopter lifted almost straight up as Sallay sought to get out of range of any remaining zombies. He looked back at his two new passengers and gave a thumbs up as voices were hard to hear over the rotor blades. He turned the copter towards the camp and they booked it out of there with their two new charges.

A lone jet flew across the open sky. The sole pilot was Ziyoshiyua Ashida, a 26 year old ace pilot.
"This is Whiskey Tango Foxtrot 142 on supply drop. ETA to target 5 minutes. Over and out."

The pilot had been flying for the last half hour or so. It had been a boring flight. No one to talk to. Not that he wanted to talk to HQ, no one there wanted to hear his bitching. And besides, it wasn't as if he was allowed to talk to random people on the ground.

He continued to fly, occasionally rolling just for the heck of it.

As soon as Ziyo entered the airspace over Merue, his plane started going out of control. The HUD started blinking randomly and the engines started coughing. Suddenly, all electronics inside the plane stopped and Ziyo could feel a sort of static charge making his hairs stand on end. The plane continued to coast for a little while but quickly lost airspeed and went into a nose dive.

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On the ground, the computers Mason and his men had set up blinked rapidly and then smoke started coming out of the sides. Once one was opened up it was apparent that the insides of the computers had been fried. "What the hell?" one said.

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Back at the survivor's camp, Sallay was just landing his helicopter when everything suddenly went haywire. His copter bucked and rattled before setting down hard and smoke started rising up from the dash. He started looking around for a extinguisher and called for help.
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Inside the Zinium plant, the Intelligents were laughing. It had worked! The Super Zed nearby looked on in triumph. No more help for those inside. The former scientists who had been working on the Zinium plant, now mostly Intelligents, had finally hooked up the reactor in such a way that, on command, it could send out an EMP field with enough force to reach miles around and up in the air. Any unshielded electronics caught in the area of effect were instantly fried. "Now its time to deal with those pesky survivors." The Zed said and, leaving behind just enough forces to operate the EMP field, he moved out with the rest of his troops towards the Survivor camp.

Ziyo (as I guess his nickname will be) tried yanking on the steering wheel thing, whatever it's called. First jerking it up, then down, in an effort to slow his descent.
"Shit shit shit!" he cursed as the plane continued its downward spiral.

To his radio he said
"HQ, this flight Whiskey Tango Foxtrot 142. Plane malfunction. Mayday mayday. Going down." he said.
*static*
"Come in HQ."
*static*
"Oh come on!" he said unbuckling, and grabbing his survival pack which contained a few days rations, an assault rifle, and ammo. Then he pressed the eject button and let the plane continue on its way to the ground. About 15 seconds later, the plane crashed and turned into a pile of flames.

Deploying his parachute, Ziyo continued his descent.

(sorry, didn't feel like typing all that out. lol)
As Ziyo dropped down, he could see some Basics walking around but they didn't look up or anything. They just all seemed to be heading towards the crash site. They may be temporarily occupied, but they wouldn't stay that way for long.

OOC: What kind of terrain did I crash in?

(Its an urban city...that kind of terrain. lol. Unless u want to crash a little outside the city in that case ur in hilly, mountainous areas. And i got to go for the night so i'll pick up tomorrow.)

OOC: Ok then. I'll be near main street to make things interesting.

IC:
Steering the parachute, Ziyo moved into position on top of an office building about 20 stories high.
Oh boy, haven't done this in awhile he thought to himself.
Landing, it was quite a bit harder than he had thought.
Struggling to keep from crying out in pain, he sank to his knees, and let the parachute envelop over him.
After a few minutes, he pulled out his combat knife and tore through the parachute's fairly thin membrane.
He stood, visibly shaking, and pulled out his rifle, a G-36, and surveyed his immediate surroundings. Taking a short tour of the roof, he didn't notice anything alive, or undead or whatever.
"God damn zombies." he muttered, setting himself up so that he sat facing the only door onto the roof.

Inside the Zinium plant, the Intelligents were laughing. It had worked! The Super Zed nearby looked on in triumph. No more help for those inside. The former scientists who had been working on the Zinium plant, now mostly Intelligents, had finally hooked up the reactor in such a way that, on command, it could send out an EMP field with enough force to reach miles around and up in the air. Any unshielded electronics caught in the area of effect were instantly fried. "Now its time to deal with those pesky survivors." The Zed said and, leaving behind just enough forces to operate the EMP field, he moved out with the rest of his troops towards the Survivor camp.

'Bout time they did that...

Except, well, that'd fry all electronics that where ON at the time, including radios, and the reactor... Which should automaticly trigger a SCRAM... preventing further use/abuse of emps.

would also freg the zombie-technicals...

OOC: 101st paratroops, lets get squared away here- what is going on?

And jet-guy... your callsign is WTF-142. Operative part WTF. Good question.

And the powerplant... I even saw that one coming! I was this close to having my guys start there, not in the hardware store... oh well, now we have no comm, or just bad comm, like before? Just to clarify, 'cause no comm is gonna leave Anders wondering what went down. And are you rp-ing Sallay now? Good.

IC: Mason stormed back to the consoles. "What the hell just happened?" He asked one of the Specialists. "Not sure, sir." the man said. "It almost seems like EMP..." "Have they nuked the place...no, we'd be dead... maybe it was one of those tactical EMP bombs..." Mason stopped the man. "Do we have any communications? Any hardened electronics?"

OOC: Do we?

OOC: Anything that wasn't on still works. But I'd expect that would be almost nothing. And yes, Callsign WTF is awesome.

The man scrounged around in a supply crate. "Well sir, we have a few long range radios but they're from almost ten years ago. We could probably set them up and shield them but it would take a while." he said to Mason and brought some old electronics equipment to show him. "We never bothered plugging these up because we thought we wouldn't need them."

(OOC: I am hoping for a reply from Mt Id's super zed underneath the church.)

Mark and Tony watched as the zombie's began to clamber out of the hole. The clergy stunned into silence the zombies just standing there, as if waiting for some signal. Neither the residents or the zombies braking the stillness. As both sides stood there Mark slowly grabbed Jedidiah's knife that had fallen from his hand in the tumble. Mark used it to cut through his bonds, then passing the knife to Tony. As Mark waited for Tony to finish cutting the bounds he noticed the Zombies starting to become restless, agitated, nudging closer to the Residents.

Then something strange happened, a new zombie crawled from the hole. It looked just like a basic, but something was wrong. It had no wounds, not a mark. It stood there, back straight, eyes black, his body help up right. Mark recognized this one. It was the one he had seen earlier. Oh shit.

The super zed grinned. They were through. "Get them..." he said and the zombies surged forward. They didn't seem intent on eating them, but looked more like they were trying to capture them alive.

IC: Mason stormed back to the consoles. "What the hell just happened?" He asked one of the Specialists. "Not sure, sir." the man said. "It almost seems like EMP..." "Have they nuked the place...no, we'd be dead... maybe it was one of those tactical EMP bombs..." Mason stopped the man. "Do we have any communications? Any hardened electronics?"

OOC: Do we?

"What the..." Robert pulled up a chair to one of the banks of computers, elbowing a confused specialist out of the way. Let's see, let's see... Aren't military EMPs usually just cause massive energy surges? And if your thing isn't on... Sitting back for a moment, thinking, he then rustled around in his backpack. Aha!!! Robert pulls out...

A brand-new BlackBerry Bold.

I left it off... didn't I? Robert struggled to turn it on. C'mon... YES!!! He started to pile through his applications - some not exactly legal. He turned around to Mason.

"Hey! I've got a working BlackBerry! And it's not exactly to manufacturer standards." Thank goodness I got my parents to get one for me. And that I hooked up with that guy online to get that homebrew. "It's got Wi-Fi, so maybe it can connect to your computers and any security things you have up. Calling, though, is scrambled. And it's not exactly got legal things on there, but stuff that involved hacking the security. So it should help!" Robert was instantly excited. I am so glad I turned this off to save the battery! How many bars.. though... Good! Two out of five. That's fine. But then he remembered.

"However... it's still a phone, and rather limited - but it's better than nothing."

Ziyo waited on the roof, shaking. In the missions he had flown, he had never been shot down, nor had to eject. This was a new experience, and surrounded by zombies of all things.
Over the last night, he seemed to have gone unnoticed, and he rummaged in his supply kit for something to eat. His hand hit something unexpected, and he pulled it out.
It was his combat tin. Inside, it contained what was usually issued to those deployed in the tropics, but it couldn't hurt.
"Let's see here, tape. Matches. SOS signal!" he said, holding up a small, outdated broadcaster and receiver. It was never turned on except in emergencies.
"Alright baby, work your magic!" he said. He attached it to the wall, and it began broadcasting ...---... over and over again over all AM frequencies.
He turned around to face the door again, and wait.

Sallay rummaged about in the supplies in the back of the helicopter. "Lets see...well, I got enough back here to get this thing flying again, but it won't be pretty." He said as he pulled out replacement parts for much of the fried console. Fortunately, the radio inside the heli had survived with only slight fusions which Sallay was able to solder back together. He then proceeded to replace the stabilizers, the onboard computer, and many of the relays, but was unable to repair or replace the altimeter, fuel gauge, or the radar.
"Well, she'll fly." he said to himself and turned the radio back on for a test. Suddenly, an SOS started coming over the radio. "What the hell?" he said and quickly out on the headset. "This is Blue sky responding to SoS. What is you're situation?" he said over the radio.

"What the... This is Lt. Ziyoshiyua Ashida, of the 17th Squadron. My plane was disabled, and I ejected somewhere over the city, over."

"Well Lieutenant, you're lucky f you're still alive. I'll try to come pick you up but the zombies seem to have come up with a way to knock electronics out all over the place. It'll have to be a quick hop. Set some smokes up so I can track you, but not so many that it obscures sight." Sallay said and started the heli's engines back up. After a few noisy cranks, they turned over and the blades started turning. He turned to his passengers and told them to get off. All but the men with the guns got off, the medic carrying Ash, and he lifted up into the air.

Rummaging in his pack again, he didn't find any smoke grenades, but he did find a flare gun.
"I don't have any, but I do have a flare. I'll shoot it up when I hear the chopper." he said

"Go ahead and shoot it to give me a direction" Sallay sent over the radio and climbed even higher, hoping that whatever the zeds had used before wasn't ready to be used again so soon.

"Alright then." he said, loading one of the two flares into the breech, aiming it straight upward, then firing.
"First shot away."

Mason turned to Robert, surprised. "You are full of surprises, aren't you? Well, fire it up." Mason turned to the Specialist. "Let's get those radios up, maybe someone at home base had something turned off. We need to let Anders know what happened, or he'll send out another platoon to look." Mason spoke to Robert: "It would be great if you could get a link to our MilSat network, but any kind of communication would be great. We never got the opportunity top be formally introduced. Captain Rodney Mason, B Company, 3rd Battalion, Air Infantry Recon Division. We're here as part of an international coalition to clear out the infection, but we haven't seen anyone else or even our own men for days."

OOC: Hey, Mt. Id, since you're now rp-ing Sallay and he's 'active' again, well... He identified himself as 'Major' earlier in the thread. Is he active military, because that would make him the ranking officer here. Just a Chain of Command question.

And also, where does Lt. Ziyo go, since he's an Air Force Lieutenant, not an Army/Marine one like all other personnel?

Sallay noticed the bright flare and turned his helicopter towards the light. But he wasn't the only one to see it. Mobs of zombies started hurtling towards the building at the same time he was. "Shit...Lieutenant, I suggest you prepare to repel borders. You have incoming and I mean INCOMING!" he called over the radio and told his men to lock and load. Looks like it would have to be a hot extraction.

(Feel free to RP the zombies attacking you. lol. I can't do everything :D)

(Uh...nope. Lol. I believe he was a FORMER major if anything so don't worry about ranking. Just call him Sallay. lol)

"What? Oh shit." said Ziyo as he looked over the edge and saw a swarm coming up.
He checked his weapon. Loaded, and the safety on. He turned it off and swung it around at the door.
Rummaging around in his pack again, he pulled out a bayonet and attached it to the front of the gun.
He had no grenades, so he just had to hope that the zombies could feel lead.

OOC: Well, since he's part of a smaller unit, I would imagine he would be near the bottom. I'm not military, but that's my guess

(RP some fighting Kage cause I got to go for the night. So long fellas. Be back tomorrow.)

OOC: damn. i wrote out something, then my internet chose not to respond. now i have to do it again.

IC:
The lieutenant heard the footsteps pounding up the last flight of stairs. The handle began to jiggle.
"Come on you mothafuckas." Ziyo said with clenched teeth, restraining the urge to open fire right now.
The door burst open, and the first wave of basics poured through.
Ziyo immediately unleashed a hail of deadly lead from his G-36, the rounds embedding themselves in the flesh of the zeds.
"What the..." he said as the ones he thought he had hit in lethal areas, and even had bullet holes to show he wasn't crazy, continued to stagger onward.
Reloading, the zeds still had about 15 feet before they reached him, Ziyo unleashed another barrage, this time at head height. The bullets ripped through the skulls of the zombies, leaving only one standing. This one got a special treatment. Lunging forward, Ziyo thrust his bayonet through the forehead of the zombie and gave a sharp left twist.
At least something can kill these things.
A few more waves completely emptied his store of bullets, so he pulled out his combat knife and detached his bayonet. Luckily, he could hear the chopper already.
Thinking back to his teenage years, when his father had enrolled him in a series of martial arts, he waited till the zombies were within a yard or two, before launching himself into a set of intricate manuevers, aiming his blades at crippling parts of the body, mainly the spinal cord and tendons.

"Well Lieutenant, you're lucky f you're still alive. I'll try to come pick you up but the zombies seem to have come up with a way to knock electronics out all over the place. It'll have to be a quick hop. Set some smokes up so I can track you, but not so many that it obscures sight." Sallay said and started the heli's engines back up. After a few noisy cranks, they turned over and the blades started turning. He turned to his passengers and told them to get off. All but the men with the guns got off, the medic carrying Ash, and he lifted up into the air.
Much Later: (priority for response: low)

Ash woke-up, laying down, face up... that was a good sign...

His head hurt... he had a headache...

He tried to sit up and hold his head, but then realized he was tied down... No doubt for the safety of whoever pulled him out of the horde...

...

Someone did pull him out of that mess, didn't they?

A few flashes of memory resurfaced... then he remembed something about a hand grenade... did he pull the pin?

He also recalled a very hard landing, more from how he felt than actually seeing or hearing anything as it occured, was that because of the grenade?

He was worried about the others... he tried to look around, but didn't see anyone with him, as he was isolated for fear he may be infected...

Was he infected? Do they think he's a zombie? Are they going to run tests?

After some point, he decided to see i he could talk to someone, anyone...

"Hello? Nurse? Sir? Anybody? I can't feel my leg..."

It was dark (emp fregged the lights), and it was still hard for him to see movement...

Mason turned to Robert, surprised. "You are full of surprises, aren't you? Well, fire it up." Mason turned to the Specialist. "Let's get those radios up, maybe someone at home base had something turned off. We need to let Anders know what happened, or he'll send out another platoon to look." Mason spoke to Robert: "It would be great if you could get a link to our MilSat network, but any kind of communication would be great. We never got the opportunity top be formally introduced. Captain Rodney Mason, B Company, 3rd Battalion, Air Infantry Recon Division. We're here as part of an international coalition to clear out the infection, but we haven't seen anyone else or even our own men for days."

"I just have to hope that the air isn't messed up... assuming your MilSat is a satellite... Hmmm...." Flipping to Wi-Fi, he couldn't find any Internet networks nearby because of the EMP. "Probably not. There's no Internet around... wait. There's always my cell phone provider." Robert hit himself on the forehead. He continued to stab away at his BlackBerry. "I think I may have something along the lines of a network, but the airwaves are all messed up because of that bomb. Give me a couple of minutes."

"It's nice to meet you, by the way. I'm Robert Ochiv, orphan. And I don't think I have any more surprises in me." He paused to rummage through his backpack. "I've got smushed crackers. That's it. Oh, and my favorite book by David McCullough (http://www.amazon.com/John-Adams-David-McCullough/dp/0684813637)."

"So... did you lose your men somewhere?" Robert continued to type on his BlackBerry. "And... by my guess it'll probably take a couple of minutes for the air to clear up. Right now I'm getting nothing."

Much Later: (priority for response: low)

Ash woke-up, laying down, face up... that was a good sign...

His head hurt... he had a headache...

He tried to sit up and hold his head, but then realized he was tied down... No doubt for the safety of whoever pulled him out of the horde...

...

Someone did pull him out of that mess, didn't they?

A few flashes of memory resurfaced... then he remembed something about a hand grenade... did he pull the pin?

He also recalled a very hard landing, more from how he felt than actually seeing or hearing anything as it occured, was that because of the grenade?

He was worried about the others... he tried to look around, but didn't see anyone with him, as he was isolated for fear he may be infected...

Was he infected? Do they think he's a zombie? Are they going to run tests?

After some point, he decided to see i he could talk to someone, anyone...

"Hello? Nurse? Sir? Anybody? I can't feel my leg..."

It was dark (emp fregged the lights), and it was still hard for him to see movement...
OOC: We are in the base right?
IC:
"Hey, ya finally woke up. That took forever", said Thomas, " we landed in god knows where. Those marines are really jumpy. One almost jumped me. What's your name? Mine's Thomas."

(yes ur in the base. lol)
As Sallay neared in the helicopter, he saw a pile of undead flesh and though he was to late. Then, to his surprise, he saw a human in the middle of it all, twisting and turning with two flashing blades seeming to hold the horde. "Clear 'em out!" he called back to his men and they opened fire as soon as Sallay reached the roof top and hovered about ten feet of the top. As the remaining Basics fell, Sallay allowed a breath of relief. He began lowering the copter so that Ziyo could climb on when he suddenly felt it lurch to the left. "What the...oh SHIT!" He said as he looked over and saw a giant Brute reaching through the side. The grasping arm of the thing clawed the air and connected with one of the men in the back. He fell back screaming while the other two unloaded whatever remained in their clips at it. Fortunately, one of the scored a shot that went up the roof of the things mouth and out the top of the head. The now lifeless body fell free and thumped onto the roof.
Sallay once again lowered the copter and called to Ziyo. "Going our way?" he asked with a slight grin.

"Please!" he said, tossing the bayonet at the nearest Basic, ripping through it's leg tendon, leaving it with just one functional leg.
As he began to run for the chopper, he picked up his emergency pack, along with his G-36. It didn't have ammo, but he might be able to get some from the survivors.
Tossing his sack, he kicked the nearest basic on the side of the neck, breaking it.
Jumping on, he gave the pilot the thumbs up.

Sallay cycled the rotors up and they lifted off. He quickly turned the nose back towards camp and booked it out of there. He didn't want to get hit by another EMP before he got back.

They made it to the camp and Sallay set down near the main area where the rest of the survivors were gathering. Sallay turned his heli off and let the blades slow down before he tried to talk. Once they had he turned to Ziyo and smiled. "The names Sallay. Good to meet you. You have one hell of a set of fighting moves there."

"Why thank you. To balance things out, I can't shoot shit with a firearm. Spray and pray. I am Lt. Ziyoshiyua Ashida, of the 72nd Fighter Squadron."

The zombies surged forward, jumping onto the closest residents. Some of residents being killed by the zombies instantly, their throats torn open. Others seemed to be dragged into the throng of zombies surging forward. The rest of the residents broke out into panic, running in any direction to escape. They had no where to run to, the only exit was the front door. Still some ran for it, opening the door to be engrossed by hundreds of Zombies that pored though the now open door. A dew of the residents simply stood there, while others in groups and made a circle that lashed out at anything within range. Would have worked perfect if it was against something afraid of being hurt. The groups were quickly obliterated. All this was observed by Mark and Tony that had managed to get into the top floor balcony observing the slaughter.

'My god.' said Mark.

'He ain't here, Mark so don't bother.' replied Tony.

'What do we do now?'

'We were lucky to get up here before anyone noticed. Our luck wont holed though, that door to the stairs up here isn't going to hold them.'

'What about the roof?'

'Best chance.' Tony did not do as Mark expected though. Tony smashed stained glass behind Mark.

'What the hell are you doing?'

'I'm going to the roof.' he said mater-a-factly.

'We are six stories off the ground, if we fool, we die.'

'Your really going to argue with me about heights when that scene is going on behind you.' He gestured to behind Mark. Mark glanced around and saw a scene from hell. The church was covered in blood, limbs and bodies lying between pews, being eaten by Zombies. Mark looked down the balcony and saw a young boy, trying to climb up to the balcony by using his back and feet to wedge himself between a statue and a wall to shuffle up. The boy was almost in reaching distance when a zombie jumped upwards, clamping its teeth on the boys thigh. He screamed and and fell into a group of them.

Mark didn't say a thing, he turned around walked onto the ledge of the window and began to climb.

Mason looked at Robert. "Lost my men? Well, yes... and no. We went in with a full battalion, and then on the second day of the fighting the Colonel ordered each company to split off. We hadn't met heavy resistance so far, and so he rationalized that we'd be able to clear blocks faster. I haven't heard from any other companies since, though I do have about a squad of stragglers, and, from what they say, B Company may be the only one left. As for B company itself..." Mason paused, thinking. "I went in with five platoons, standard for one of our Paratroop companies. Now, I have about three platoons left, maybe a little more. Three of my platoon leaders are dead, leaving me with my XO, Lt. Anders, who is in command of our base, and Lt. Sheehan. I gave command of one platoon to SSgt. Eriksson, and SSgt. Khaine has been absorbed into our command structure and can take command of a platoon any time I need him to..." He looked at Robert. "I think I just gave you a SitRep, that may have been a little much. And yeah, MilSat is a satellite network. Just try to get any linkup with the outside."

"Well Ziyo, if you need some training we got some shooting galleries out back along with enough ammo to last a while. But please don't waste it. It is all we got for now." Sallay said. "I'll be here working on the heli if you need anything else." he said and promptly pulled out some tools and went to work behind the console.

"Ha. If I was to try and start, you'd be out of ammo in a few hours. I expect I'll be fighting on the stairs in a delay situation. But let's see how I can help you with your repairs."

Tom was leaning over a specialist who was writing furiously on the radio log with a hand mic pressed against his ear. As soon as he finished Tom tore the sheet from the binder and strode to Mason.

"Sir, you better take a look at this." Tom handed Mason the sheet of paper as he walked back into the door of the now secondary com station.

' ...avo Comp... CP trans... on all channe... Col. Vildes orders all comp... to push to proto... Blooming Daisy... I say again...'

The RTO had done his best to fill in the blanks:
" Bravo Company CP transmitting on all channels. Colonel Vildes orders all Companies to push to protocol Blooming Daisy."

Tom ignored the implications of the protocol name and got to what he felt was the important issue at hand.
"Sir, that means that at least one company remains and it has a functional CP! They might have additional stragglers from the rest of the battalion. Can I have a group of volunteers to go find them and bring them back? With all of us here we'll have more resources, bodies, and be consolidated for rescue. What do you say sir?" Tom said with a shrug.

He was already packed and had the 'voulunteers' in mind if Mason gave the okay. If he didn't? Well, it would be awfully lonely pushing through a city full of shuffling undead alone, especially with no one to bum a smoke from.

And no one like to talk to themselves unless they're figuring something out. Tom left Mason to his decision and clapped the RTO on the back.
"Good look'in out specialist! We might just be able to go get your buddies and bring them here." The specialist turned around to face Tom. "Sargent, I overheard you talking to captain Mason. I'd like to go if he says yes." Tom looked the kid up and down dubiously. Guys that looked like him often had copious amounts of hidden potential, but if they hadn't realized it yet sometimes it could take a very dire circumstance to bring it out of them, sometimes it never came out. "Okay, I'll pull your shift while you go get ready." Tom sat down and relived the specialist while he went to get ready.

When the specialist returned he brought friends. There were ten men standing with ruck sacks, and full combat kit. Two were civilians that had the look of either retired or former soldiers. There were three Mt. Id local PDF and the rest were OWM para troops. Their M8's standing out against the Mt. Id weapons. The civilians had a few different weapons. One carried a Galil with a mini uzi tucked up under his arm pit, the other Had an FN2000, and a Five SeveN on his hip. 'Civilians' Tom thought and looked back at the specialist. The specialist shrugged.
"They asked me why I was packing, so I told them." Tom nodded and turn to look at Captain Mason.
"Sir?"

(uh, who are you talking to Kage?)

(they're out in the city still. lol. They just staved of a zombie assault at a forward observation post. lol.)

OOC: With 2 toms im going to change my guy's name back to Jerry.

OOC: Oh whoops. I'll delete those posts then

OOC: With 2 toms im going to change my guy's name back to Jerry.
IC: In the infirmary,Jerry saw an AA-12 laying on the floor. Well, looky looky he thought. We cant have you unguarded. He exchanged his Ak for the AA-12.


(DENIED! lol. why the hell would there be an AA-12 in the freaking infirmary? sorry bud, can't allow that. I only let one AA-12 in the RP and that one is still out in the city somewhere. lol)

OOC: Damnit i was so close:( lol

(lol. Maybe later, but think of something better than a weapon just randomly lying on the ground in an infirmary. lol)

OOC: I know. I was just playing around.

(mmk. Now lets see if anybody else will get off their ass and post. lol)

Having done everything he could to help Sallay with repairs, he began wandering around the camp, when he remembered he was out of ammunition for his G-36.
"Hey, where do you keep your ammunition?" he asked a soldier passing by. The soldier pointed, and Ziyo walked over to the ammo supply.
"Damn. This is more lead than I've seen in years." he said, loading his clip and putting a bunch of extra rounds in his survival pack.

OOC: Damnit i was so close:( lol
OOC
You really want to RP /w/ an AA-12 that bad, eh?
*Allows his Lt and SSG in OP: firestorm to have shotties as soon as he posts rest of platoon.

IC:
"Um... I'm kinda strapped-down at the moment, and my nose itches..."

OOC: sorry for the OOC....

OOC: YYYESSS!!! finally i can use a AA-12. That vid that you posted was beast.

(i'm confused, I just thought I said no AA-12s?)

(i'm confused, I just thought I said no AA-12s?)
OOC:
Different thread/RP I'm grouped with him for...

He's doing a platoon against a platoon of Orbath's elite, with me as his military-advisor.
It's kinda a work in progress...
Apparently I have to learn to teach how to describe stuff rather than teach him how to crawl/fight/run...

So I suppose normal fellows would have it easy to describe how to describe stuff over a forum...

*resorts to: "Have student give the soccer-balls names, ranks, serial#s, and AIT specialization" with pre-named soccer-balls, pre-set ranks, and pre-assigned duties*

So that actually just leaves him to 'describe given actions in specific locations'.

*Facepalms* Crud... I did it again...

Again: Sry for threadjack... and the 3 page OOC-wall of death in IC-thread.

(ah. lol)

Mason looked at Robert. "Lost my men? Well, yes... and no. We went in with a full battalion, and then on the second day of the fighting the Colonel ordered each company to split off. We hadn't met heavy resistance so far, and so he rationalized that we'd be able to clear blocks faster. I haven't heard from any other companies since, though I do have about a squad of stragglers, and, from what they say, B Company may be the only one left. As for B company itself..." Mason paused, thinking. "I went in with five platoons, standard for one of our Paratroop companies. Now, I have about three platoons left, maybe a little more. Three of my platoon leaders are dead, leaving me with my XO, Lt. Anders, who is in command of our base, and Lt. Sheehan. I gave command of one platoon to SSgt. Eriksson, and SSgt. Khaine has been absorbed into our command structure and can take command of a platoon any time I need him to..." He looked at Robert. "I think I just gave you a SitRep, that may have been a little much. And yeah, MilSat is a satellite network. Just try to get any linkup with the outside."

"Man... that sucks... about losing your men... kinda, that is. So.. how many soldiers is that, anyway?" Robert wondered.

"Hey... I think I got the linkup... it's just that I need a username and password. I could hack, but what's the point? I prefer to do illegal things in extenuating situations. And what's the message you want? We're surrounded by zombies in the middle of a city with almost nobody left alive? Backup please? Airlift operation? What?"

" Um... Yeah. I'll help you," said Jerry. And he unstrapped the man from the cot.

OOC: Sorry for the absence, I had to beat The Last Stand 2 and it took a while. Loved the first one, but they nerfed my beloved Hunting Rifle. Beat using Chainsaw/Shotgun | Chainsaw/AK when I found it. Telz, we are Bravo company. Nice try though. I'll act like you said 'Charlie'.

IC: Mason turned first to Tom. "That's incredible news. Go out and get those soldiers, we need as much help as we can get. We'll try to get our comm system up, but no guarantees." He turned to Robert, and said: That means I have about one hundred combat-capable soldiers left. A full Company is 180 men, a full Battalion is 900 men, sometimes up to 1080 for big ops.

OOC: I love last stand. lol

OOC: Where are your guys OWM?

yeah

Mark and Tony made good time up to the roof, someone had been nice enough to leave one of those window cleaner lifts they use for sky scrapers.

'What do we do now?' Asked Mark.

'We won't last long up here thats for shore.' replied Tony no real answers himself. As Mark stood to gain his bearings he noticed, the streets were strangely deserted.

'Where are all the Z's?'

'What do you mean?'

'There are no Z's down there.' Tony came closer and looked down.

'Your right, you also just solved our problem.' said Tony as he walked back to the elevator.

'What the flaming heck are you doing?'

'I'm getting on to solid ground for the first time in days. Now stop asking questions and get in.' Wallace felt like a child that had just been told off, but he still got on to the elevator. As they reached halfway to the ground they heard gunshots to the left of them. They both ducked down as bullets impacted the wall behind them.

'For f***k sake, someones shooting at us!'

He turned to Robert, and said: That means I have about one hundred combat-capable soldiers left. A full Company is 180 men, a full Battalion is 900 men, sometimes up to 1080 for big ops.

"Wow... I just hope that's enough," He commented. "I just decided to hack into the network, so I'm in and do you want me send a message to your nation's HQ? Like, for backup or something?"

OOC: Kenavt, get to the infermary and start a conversation with me and HT

OOC: I love last stand. lol
OOC: And yet you find the refferances I use as "wierd"?
OOC: Kenavt, get to the infermary and start a conversation with me and HT
I'm not that bad of a conversationalist!

Much Later: (priority for response: low)

Ash woke-up, laying down, face up... that was a good sign...

His head hurt... he had a headache...

He tried to sit up and hold his head, but then realized he was tied down... No doubt for the safety of whoever pulled him out of the horde...

...

Someone did pull him out of that mess, didn't they?

A few flashes of memory resurfaced... then he remembed something about a hand grenade... did he pull the pin?

He also recalled a very hard landing, more from how he felt than actually seeing or hearing anything as it occured, was that because of the grenade?

He was worried about the others... he tried to look around, but didn't see anyone with him, as he was isolated for fear he may be infected...

Was he infected? Do they think he's a zombie? Are they going to run tests?

After some point, he decided to see i he could talk to someone, anyone...

"Hello? Nurse? Sir? Anybody? I can't feel my leg..."

It was dark (emp fregged the lights), and it was still hard for him to see movement...

OOC: We are in the base right?
IC:
"Hey, ya finally woke up. That took forever", said Thomas, " we landed in god knows where. Those marines are really jumpy. One almost jumped me. What's your name? Mine's Thomas."
IC:
"Um... I'm kinda strapped-down at the moment, and my nose itches..."
" Um... Yeah. I'll help you," said Jerry. And he unstrapped the man from the cot.
As Ash tried to sit up, a slight heave of pain went through his legs...

"Well, at least I still have my legs... They're still a bit numb..." He said to himself, taking note of the nearly empty bag of what he assumed was morphine on the IV-stand...

"So, you're the medic? How's my vitals? And when's the next heli out of here showing up?"

As Mason and the others were working inside their observation post, a strike force of over 50 brutes and 5 intelligents was making its way towards them. They approached unseen within 2 buildings of them before the Intelligents set up the rocket launchers they had picked up from some of the dead soldiers. They targeted them on the roof and let fly. 5 missiles streaked out of their tubes and exploded on the roof with white hot light. A gaping hole appeared where the roof had been and the Brutes surged forward. They jumped from roof to roof and down the newly created hole.
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At the camp, a much larger force of 200 basics, 100 Brutes, and 20 Intelligents began an assault on the main survivor force. The Basics flooded forward with the brutes flanking. The intelligents set back and watched it unfold with evil grins on their faces.
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Back away from most of the fighting, a Super Zed was controlling unknown shadows that were both monstrously large and surprisingly small. Those survivors are in for a surprise the Zed thought and waited on the information he needed.

Tom looked at the Specialist. Mason was going to have a hay day trying to figure out if the risk was worth the pay off. He relinquished his seat at the radio and stood thinking the whole time. “Take this, I’m going to go get my kit together. You lot come with me. If we’re going to do this we need a plan.” Tom strode out of the com shack followed by the group. They went down through the mines and traps picking they’re way carefully to avoid detonating them. The ‘civilians’ that were in tow seemed to be fairly adept at this kind of operation; Tom followed the premade canalized route down through the belly of the Reason’s building until they came to the exit at the far end. Four men were posted as guards; one was asleep on a cot next to the far wall the other three, alert and ready for action. A short range radio had been pilfered from a local store; it was a Dora the Explorer model. The bright pink of the plastic casing almost made Tom laugh.
They passed the guards and ascended into the now primary base of the survivors. There was a little commotion as barricades were improved and fighting positions were maintained, guard shifts were rotated. The civilians were doing exceedingly well at adapting to the military life style that had been thrust upon them. Tom saw a man sitting on a field chair reloading magazines for an H&K G36C with practiced ease. He was in flight nomex and seemed to be far more occupied with the task than it required. Tom strode over to him. There are times in your life that you get feelings; strange feelings that instruct you in a way far above and beyond your intelligence or ability to reason. Tom had learned that these feelings were not to be ignored. He put his hand down to his side, splayed his fingers to stop the platoon behind him from following. He strode over to the man, pulled up an adjacent field chair sat and picked up one of the clear H&K magazines and silently began filling it. With a deft wave of his hand the rest of his platoon came over and did the same.
Tom wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing. He just knew to follow the feeling and leave reason behind at times like this. The man filling the magazines didn’t look up, he just continued to put one 5.56 millimeter hollow tipped round after another into the clear polymer magazine. Tom and the platoon did the same until the full complement of fourteen magazines were full.
Tom looked up at the man and spoke quietly “You ready?” He asked and proffered a magazine across the stack of 5.56 ammo cans. The pilot took it.
“Hargrave, I believe the LT could use a mag vest and a full combat load out. Keep it light and ask one of the guys in the infirmary if he wouldn’t mind loaning it out for awhile.” Tom turned back as the Specialist departed to get the vest. “We’ll meet you on the Northern side of the FOB in 2 hours, that is if the Commander gives the go ahead. If not find a good post over there and make yourself useful. The civilians could use a good leader when the shit hits the fan.” Tom stood stretching, looking at the rest of the platoon. “Alright everyone, let’s get this shit squared away I need you to get completely ready and be good to go when and if Mason says yes.” The platoon dismissed themselves and went to make ready. Tom hung his head and sighed. Missions were always a hassle.
(24 hours later, mid afternoon)
Tom heard the fwoosh and whistling sound of tube launched missiles and the detonation on the roof of the Reason’s building. He looked up in horror and quickly radioed Mason, who confirmed there were only two minor injuries, and no KIA. Tom saw the survivors turning to look at the explosions.
“NO! Face front! Prepare for an assault! Weapons free!” He barked into his radio and began to sprint toward the nearest barricade to support actions on contact, the recovery mission would have to wait right now they needed every weapon forward.

Ziyo turned around, seeing a milling force of charging zombies, running toward the target practice area, he ran through the camp yelling
"We're under attack! We're underattack!"
After seeing the people get in motion to cover, he ran back towards the frontline, fumbling with his clip. Firing could be heard ahead. Finally, he got the clip loaded, and looked up and began to spray the zombies with rounds from his G-36E. What he saw in front of him was the most terrifying thing he had ever seen. Hordes of the infected running forward, devouring and tearing apart the survivors.
There's no way these guys are smart enough to do this on their own! There must be someone giving them direction. thought Ziyo, looking behind the general zombie mass, and seeing some simply standing there, not helping in the assault.
And there they are.
After finishing off his ammo, Ziyo drew his flare gun, since he still had one flare left, and fired it in the general direction of the Intelligents. It swerved way before it was anywhere near the Intelligents, hitting a Brute in the chest and setting it aflame.
Drawing his combat knife, Ziyo rushed into the nearest isolated group of survivors.

As Mason and the others were working inside their observation post, a strike force of over 50 brutes and 5 intelligents was making its way towards them. They approached unseen within 2 buildings of them before the Intelligents set up the rocket launchers they had picked up from some of the dead soldiers. They targeted them on the roof and let fly. 5 missiles streaked out of their tubes and exploded on the roof with white hot light. A gaping hole appeared where the roof had been and the Brutes surged forward. They jumped from roof to roof and down the newly created hole.

"F***." Robert said one word, jumped out of his seat, turned off and put in his pocket his BlackBerry, and pulled out his sword. "This should be interesting."

Cutting and slashing his way through the horde, Robert wished he had had real training. Not his father showing him a move every once in a while. "Die!" he yelled at a particularily resilient zombie. Then they all started advancing on him. F*** again. "It's been nice hangin' with y'all!"

OOC: @Kenavt: You guys are within the sruvivor camp right?

Kagetora;14326924']OOC: @Kenavt: You guys are within the sruvivor camp right?

Yep, inside the most secure place, I might add - at least, I think. It's the communications HQ.

OOC: Lol, after the battle, you should give Ziyo your sword and trade it for the G-36. I think both characters would perform better. Ziyo can't shoot, and it doesn't seem like your character is very proficient with a blade.

IC:
By the time Ziyo got there, he saw it was too late. The group had been overrun and devoured.
The zeds immediately turned their attention onto Ziyo. The first to come was a basic, which Ziyo dispatched with a Chuck Norris style roundhouse kick to the neck, breaking it.
Another basic came, this one was dealth with with a stab up through the chin. A brute came, lowering its head and charging like a rhino. Ziyo simply sidestepped and the brute continued and bashed its head into a barricade.
Shit. I thought these guys weren't supposed to be so, so, hive minded. Ziyo thought to himself, brandishing his combat knife. The zombies seemed to be somewhat afraid for their lives, but that thought quickly dissappeared as the horde surged forward as one.
"Ah shit!" said Ziyo, quickly sheathing his knife and picking up an assault rifle (what model was it that was airdropped?) and began running backward, spraying the zeds with rounds.

OOC: And yet you find the refferances I use as "wierd"?

I'm not that bad of a conversationalist!

As Ash tried to sit up, a slight heave of pain went through his legs...

"Well, at least I still have my legs... They're still a bit numb..." He said to himself, taking note of the nearly empty bag of what he assumed was morphine on the IV-stand...

"So, you're the medic? How's my vitals? And when's the next heli out of here showing up?"

"Um... I'm not the medic, and we are in a military base. Why get out of here? The zombies are going to beat the shit out of you!", said Jerry, but looking at this man the zombies already did beat the shit out of him...

(the kind dropped was basically a modified XM8. Mostly assault version.)

Mark closed his eyes, squeezing them shut, accepting his fate was to be shot, probably a lot better than most people over the last week had. In stead the bullets stopped. Wallace opened his eyes across the street opposite to him, were a whole bunch of people on the roof of a building just lower than them.

'Is anyone alive up there?' A voice shouted. The elevator was still going down, mark was going to have to make a choice. He stood up, waiting to be sprayed with bullets.

'I'm unarmed, please don't shoot.'

'Don't worry, that was an accident, we thought both of you were zombies trying to reach our level.' As Mark got closer to the ground he saw the woman who had spoken to him, she looked almost exactly the same as Clair. 'Is your friend okay?'

Mark rushed to Tony, who was lying on the elevator floor. 'Tony...' Mark checked for a pulse and didn't find one. he rolled tony over to check his heart when he noticed a read stain hidden under Tony's coat. It was a bite mark. Mark jumped back, staring at the wound. Suddenly Tony shot up right and opened his eyes. They weren't his anymore, they were stained red. 'Tony...' Tony jumped up grabbing Mark by the wrists, pulling Mark closer to him. Mark fought him, his muscles aching with strain as he tried to keep away from Tony's mouth.

Zombies are in Marks opinion Humans without worries for safety, theres no little voice that goes, don't keep straining those muscels or they'll hurt. Tony used his impressive strength and lack of this voice to pull Mark closer. Marks face got closer to its mouth, the smell was terrible, like rot. Mark was about to get bitten when his own little voice said, screw this do what you have to do. So Mark in that way managed to turn Tony around pushing him to the rail. 'Goodbye Tony.' Said Mark threw gritted teeth, as he pushed Tony off the elevator.

(where's everybody gone? Just dropped of the face of the earth?)

(It's the holidays. Wait a day or two)

I'm hear, i need HT to RP for my character too rp back...

(very good point...sigh. lol.)

As Ash tried to sit up, a slight heave of pain went through his legs...

"Well, at least I still have my legs... They're still a bit numb..." He said to himself, taking note of the nearly empty bag of what he assumed was morphine on the IV-stand...

"So, you're the medic? How's my vitals? And when's the next heli out of here showing up?"

"Um... I'm not the medic, and we are in a military base. Why get out of here? The zombies are going to beat the shit out of you!", said Jerry, but looking at this man the zombies already did beat the shit out of him...

Ziyo turned around, seeing a milling force of charging zombies, running toward the target practice area, he ran through the camp yelling
"We're under attack! We're underattack!"

Ash was slightly puzzled by the response this man had given him... Had the zombies gone worldwide already? Was there really no escape for him, except in death?

He pondered fo a moment, long and hard... trying to think of what he should do next... And then the decision was made for him...

"We're under attack! We're underattack!"

Immediately, he tried to stand, and started looking for a weapon to arm himself with... He eventually found his ill-gotten rucksack, tossed it towards his companion, and pocketed his revolver and crowbar...

"To the front." He tried to say it in some stereotypical british-officer-ish way that was supposed to add confidence that everything was going to be fine in spite of the fact that someone just shot Marvin in the face...

He then started hobbling his way to the barricades, using the IV-stand as a crutch... and encouraged any "able-bodied wounded" to join him.

He believed he was already dead... may as well take as many of the undead with him as possable... With him, he had what some would call a "thousand yard stare", a death-stare, the evil eye...

"Um... need some help?" asked Jerry as he slung his AK over his shoulder and followed the man.

Tom turned to the sound of rapid semi-auto gun fire, which rapidly turned into the sound of full auto gun fire and a hail of bullets rushing down range toward targets, undead targets. Tom paused a moment as he heard the shouts increase in rapidity and urgency. Men and women began bolstering the ranks as they were severely outnumbered and their aims were not as accurate as a trained soldier but they made up for it with sheer volume of fire. They were slowly thinning the ranks. Tom had a hard decision to make. To go out with a platoon, reducing Captain Mason’s trained strength by 12 men, to possibly find additional forces to assist with the ongoing rampage. Or stay and fight off the wave of undead and hope there wouldn’t be another. Tom had another one of those feelings, there were going to be wave on wave of undead, and unless they found someone to help there wouldn’t be anyone left to care.
Tom reached for the hand mic on his shoulder and called Captain Mason.
“Alpha 6 this is White Raven, I’m taking this new platoon out to find Bravo Company. We don’t have a choice sir, there will be more waves.” Tom waited for Mason’s response.

Immediately, he tried to stand, and started looking for a weapon to arm himself with... He eventually found his ill-gotten rucksack, tossed it towards his companion, and pocketed his revolver and crowbar...
"Um... need some help?" asked Jerry as he slung his AK over his shoulder and followed the man.

Ash watched as the rucksack loaded with ammo harmlessly bounced off the soldier's chest, almost as if it hadn't been thrown at him at all, followed by his reply...

Rather than have to look after this fellow, he decided it would be safer if they went their seprate ways...

"No thanks, I'm pretty sure I'll manage fine... Do you have anything else to do?"

He doubled-back to retrieve the fallen rucksack, and his salvaged M-16...
Then he noticed the man's AK...

"Do... you know how to use that?"

"Yeah, why? Come on lets go.", said Jerry.

Kagetora;14327107']By the time Ziyo got there, he saw it was too late. The group had been overrun and devoured.
As Ash came out of the tent, he knew he was already surounded, he wasn't sure if the helicopter was operable anymore, but he remembered a hard landing, so chances are taking it again would involve an even harder -crash- landing, or an ambush...

He focused his attention to dealing with the zombies inside the compound, using the M-16 and its hi-capacity magazine...

*click*

He didn't have the chance to re-load the magazine yet... So he re-slung the rifle and drew the revolver. And stedied himself by sitting on his rucksack loaded with sturdy ammo-cans...

"Die!"

He then commenced shooting zombies from a fair stand-off distance (20 meters?), seated, in the open, with a small-frame revolver... Picking off some zombies attempting to feed...

The cylinder soon ran dry, and he went through the reloading procedures, letting the gun hang from a lanyard around his neck as the zombies approached... He then pulled out a grenade, set it between his ruck and butt, pulled the pin, and resumed firing...

Now he was shooting at zombies only 15 meters away...

OOC: did you throw the grenade HT?
No, he's sitting on it as a bit of "insurance", since he believes there no longer is anywhere to run to for safety anymore. Kinda his last-stand...

Trying to move him would likely get you either shot, blown-up, or mobbed, so you may want to reconsider your post. Throwing a frag when in the open like that is likely to injure yourself as well.

As for reloading someone else's gun while it's slung on their shoulder, and sitting on all the spare ammo for it, good luck with that IRL...

May want to read the psts of others to find how utterly fucked the improvised base is...
BTW, when fighting close around corners, I suggest the Ayoob method*, otherwise, the more contemproary "low-ready" when going around corners from distance.

*Ayoob is known for demonstrating how fatal a sloppy employment of the "low ready position" can be when used against a perp armed with an open hand and 3 lb hammer around a corner, or under steps... If you not know Ayoob, read any police training manual and/or google the name [Massad Ayoob].
As for "other" (http://www.angelfire.com/art/enchanter/title1.html) <May want to update firewall(s) before viewing though, 101st>

'You are one luck Son of a bitch! We were about to leave when we saw the elevator.' said some guy with a Hill Billy accent. 'Good thing to, we need another pair of hands to shoot.' He said pushing a rifle into Marks hands.

'What?' Mark was still slightly dazed, after killing his best, zombie, friend.

'We've been running around this city for ages, one place to the next, with, dam, zombie hordes chasing us. Well we are tired of running now we going to go to that place were all the shootings coming from. Help them out!' he shouted, whilst shooting his gun in the air with other people. Mark had the though he'd entered the Hills have eyes set.

'Come on lets go!'' with that people started running off the roof and onto others, getting closer to, where ever they were going. Mark was very confused, yet happy to be in company that didn't want to kill him. He started to hear gunshots and explosions coming in the direction they were heading. Eventually the front guys told everyone to get quiet, and shuffle forward. Mark and the others began to peer over the ledge of their building roof. In front of them was the biggest horde Mark had ever seen close to five hundred, it had to be. As the others in the group looked closer Mark started counting how many where there. About thirty people, of all walks life, hoodies, old men, young, men in business suites, well the Hill Billy's and the girl that looked like Clair. Among them he could see guys in pairs holding what looked like army ammunition crates. That would explain why they have so much ammo and guns.

'Right everybody this is what we our going to do. Were going to clear out this building, lock all the windows and doors, then were going to let rip on the big old mob down there. Understood good. Do it now.' said one of the Hill billy's that started to look like the leader of this group. Everyone broke up to batten down the hatches. Mark just stood there not understanding what to do.

'You the new one aren't you?' said the Hill Billy.

'My name Curtis Cook. How good are you with that rifle?'

'I was head of my class in academy.'

'Good. Well you can stay up here, find some place where you can get a good shot and aim for any of them that look like their leading the mob.'

'How do I know?'

'There the ones that like to stay towards the back.' With that said he ran off to find his own place on the roof. Mark sat there looking for these Zombies when the building suddenly started spitting out bullets.It looks like the rest of the group have started. With that mark took aim at what looked like an Intelligent one and fired.

Jerry was firing at the zombies but there were just too many of them. He needed something that would just tear up the crowd. A minigun would do just fine, but there was no fucking mini gun. So he had too improvise. But there was nothing to improvise with. Jerry thought, you know what? I'm screwed anyways, so I'm going to do what the idiot next to me is doing . Jerry took out an HE grenade and sat on it. One hand on the pin ready too pull it out.

(sigh. What's with the freaking suicide nades? lol)

The Intelligents ducked as a hail of led started hitting them from the rear. "What the hell?" one said. They picked up a radio that they had and called back to the Super Zed. We got a problem here. Theres a group of survivors hitting us from the back.

The Super Zed grinned. "Perfect. Lets go!" He called to the unruley mob behind him. They exploaded out from around him while the Super Zed laughed maniaclly.
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As the survivors in the rear shot down at the horde (where mark is), giant lumebering creatures slammed into the rear wall of their building and knocked a hole in it which tiny rat like creatures scurried through and started mobbing everything in sight.

"Breech!" One of the soldiers screamed as he started pushing civilians toward the fall back points and the Reason's building. As the civilians began to run to the fall back positions the heavy weapons opened up on the zombies hurtling through the Eastern wall of the compound. They had taken out on of the make shift guard towers and were now pouring over the barricades.

Tom turned in horror as the wave or rotting human flesh began to envelope some of the slower civilians. He grabbed his gear and began escorting civilians down the tunnels under the Reason's building. The rest of Tom's platoon helped him with the panicking civilians.

Once the hatch was locked not even a couple of those massive monsters would be able to rip it off to gain access to the pink goodies inside.

The civilians ran screaming down the tunnels toward the relative safety they perceived was there in bowels of the building.

"Sir! Alpha Six! This is White Raven! We're clearing the compound ground and initiating the fall back sequence. Once the main body gets to safety we'll commence operations from there." Tom shouted into the static of the radio. He hoped his message had got out. He turned to one of the soldiers standing guard at the hatch.

"Continue to say that message until you get a response from up top. Use your snake cams to take a look at what's going on. For no reason what so ever do you open that hatch again. Not even if there are civilians trying to get in. If you let them in and they're infected, or you get over whelmed we're all dead, even if you survive I'll execute you myself. That's how important this is. Do you get me?" They both nodded furiously. The older of the two had the dawning of solemn understanding in his eyes and Tom knew he wouldn't open the door to save his own mother. Good soldiers.

Tom continued to corral the rest of the civilians toward the storage areas where there was more space and ease of protection. He separated them into smaller groups and kept them confined and explained why he was doing so. Infections spread far more rapidly when you have a massed group of individuals. Keeping them away from each other and in smaller groups gave everyone more survivability. Tom hoped it would be enough. He got positive checks on the radios from all the guard points and listened to the message going up to Mason on the other freq. Why wasn't he answering!

Mason was still dealing with the broken commo equipment and the casualty assessment of the rocket attack.

"We have seven wounded, and two antennas are down but operable sir. We're receiving but cannot transmit until we get the antennas back up." A sergeant reported.

"We'll have to make due. Robert how is it coming, can you get in another airdrop request?" Mason asked turning to the young man who was furiously typing away on the blackberry key board.

"Sir! I have an incoming urgent transmission from White Raven! They are falling back with the civilians! The scout and sniper teams report that the majority of the civilians are at the yellow phase line and closing. We have everything ready once they reach red sir. Give the word." The specialist said.

(sigh. What's with the freaking suicide nades? lol)

The Intelligents ducked as a hail of led started hitting them from the rear. "What the hell?" one said. They picked up a radio that they had and called back to the Super Zed. We got a problem here. Theres a group of survivors hitting us from the back.

The Super Zed grinned. "Perfect. Lets go!" He called to the unruley mob behind him. They exploaded out from around him while the Super Zed laughed maniaclly.
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As the survivors in the rear shot down at the horde (where mark is), giant lumebering creatures slammed into the rear wall of their building and knocked a hole in it which tiny rat like creatures scurried through and started mobbing everything in sight.

OOC: Hey, unlike HT I didn't pull the pin. If someone would like too get me out of that mess, it would be nice...

IC: Screw it thought Jerry. He turned and ran leaving the lone survivor to fend for himself. Jerry finally unpin his HE grenade, chucked it as far as he could and ran as fast as he could back to whereevver the others went.

Mark was pretty happy up where they couldn't get him. He wasn't so happy when he heard one of the something in the building collapse, he was even more unhappy when he noticed the people they were helping running underground and he was dam near furious when he saw people running up the stairs to the roof and sealing the door behind them.

'What the going on?' asked Mark.

'Their in the building. We got to run now!' someone screamed at Mark.

OOC @ 101: Your fellow has a fully loaded AK, with morethan a single loaded mag in resserve, both hand, no limp, and military training/discipline; and yet he almost nearly copied what a one-handed crippled tourist with a revolver and a death-wish is doing...

The pre-occupation for finding/using a mini-gun also seems to show the rather poor rifle training he must've recieved, otherwise he wouldn't drop that AK except when 3 conditions are met simultaniously.

As for throwing a nade, yes, frag your buddies and run without warning... smooth...
"That was the worst throw I have ever seen, of all time"
"It wasn't my fault, someone put a wall in the way"

And since they already sealed the escape-route, you're fucked too. You shoulda split-up when you had the chance, never escort a cripple with a death-wish, that or pick your words very carefully when they talk about leaving the zombie-madness...

IC:
Ash seemed to be forming a halfway decent reargaurd composed mostly of himself and other armed slow people, the unarmed slow-movers where heard in the background wailing their heads off in their bunks as zombies tore them to shreds...

*bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, clunk, bang*

Somthing didn't sound right... something landed a few feet besides him... a rock?

He turned for a moment to look, as he drew his crowbar... GRENADE!!

He then noticed his 'companion' running away...

"You FUC-" *BOOM*

The blast took the air out of his lungs, and knocked him to the ground, he was pretty sure he was injured worse than he felt, blood and guts were everywhere...

Then he spotted his own grenade beside him...

It took some effort, but he managed to lob it into a nice and dense pack of zombies before trying to use the rucksack as cover...

Then these little "scritters" came up to him... headcrabs?

He climbed back onto his 'perch' as they started biting his ankles, others were climbing p as well, he swatted them off with his crowbar and readied his final grenade... now he was up to his waist in these things... the effects of the painkillers were starting to fade...

Now he swatted at them with his stump, as he was blindly fumbling to reload a single bullet into his revolver, he was almost completely covered by now... He wasn't sure he could scream even if he wanted to...

His feet wren't responding anymore... he really didn't know if he still had legs since the grenade-blasts... and he was pretty sure these blighters had finished that part off by now anyways... his left-arm was also bleeding heavil from bites, he also felt somthing plunge into his chest, he instinctively lashed-out with the crowbar, it hit something quite solid in front of him, but was now stuck...

Now, getting desprate to end the pain, he drew the revolver and started pulling the trigger...

*Click*

Empty chamber, moving on to the next one...

Then, somthing had him by the throat... and knocked him down... He heard some grunts, an explosion, and then felt as if he was being dragged... He could hear screams getting louder now... and could faintly hear cutlery being prepped... and sawing... He almost thought of it as a 19th century medical facility... for zombies...

He tried the revolver one last time...

*Bang*
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OOC2: And that, sirs, is how you die with style.
Now I just gave Telz and Mt Id an idea... A chop-shop for wounded brutes and "crawlers" to upgrade them back to "shambler"...

Kinda makes everyone feel silly for simply tying to cripple and walk past them now, eh?

OOC: Are you out of this for good? Or are you going to make a new character

(uh Telz the attack was against mark's position. Not in the reason's buildng. lol.)

OOC: Are you out of this for good? Or are you going to make a new character
OOC:
Nah, I'll just pop in every so often to give the GM some ideas to chuck at you remaining survivors... Like multi-armed super-zekes with guns...

I'm not sure norms can handle the added difficulty of using additional/replacement limbs though... Maybe for brutes...

It gives the intels that were former doctors something to do between battles...
And would explain how previous super-zeke could rip off a limb.

So, they escaped to the sewers?
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That or some zombies like their food 'seasoned to taste'.

And now, a final word:

BOOMER!!!!!!!!!

"We'll have to make due. Robert how is it coming, can you get in another airdrop request?" Mason asked turning to the young man who was furiously typing away on the blackberry key board.

"Maybe, if you guys can hold them off!" Robert dispatched another zombie, then rolled behind Mason and the other soldiers (OOC: Assuming there are some). Which is when he crashed into the side of the computer banks. Ouch. Note to self: this isn't a movie! Pulling out his BlackBerry, he immediately turned it on and tried to contact the MilSat network. "Give me a second!"

Jerry saw a boy playing with a black berry. WHAT THE HELL!?!? They were running from zombies and a kid was sitting there with a black berry. Jerry turned around and fired while retreating towards the group.

The Eastern portion of the Reason's Shopping square was barricaded with surplus conexes and cars. The horde had vaulted over the gate and barricades after the guards had fallen asleep. The square was wired with over 1,800 lbs of HME with a minimum safe distance established. The OWM demo expert had done an outstanding job at wiring everything and estimating blast distances. The civilians had no idea they were walking over the explosives they were so well hidden. All the detonators were hard wired, triple redundant, and ran to the command center in the Reason's building. It took some doing to find the wire but after the nearby buildings were stripped of the wire it was more than enough.

Mason had pulled the troops back to the building and was concentrating they're fire on the horde in front of them, and allowing the civilians to enter the building. The snipers were almost giddy with the massive supply of targets and weapons free ROE. The others were moving quickly to and from the commo room to inform Mason on the situation as the soldiers brought up a count of civilians coming into the building to the underground parking structure for holding. Tom had personally inspected the barricades that barred all entrances, there was no way out, and no way in from outside.


Tom made sure that the civilians were locked down and checked on the guards again. Everything was as secure as he could make it right now. He and his platoon went to the freight elevator and loaded up.

There was plenty of ammunition and supplies and Tom told the platoon to calm down and restock on ammo and food. They took 15 minutes to load up smoke and calm down.

On the way up the elevator the heavy weapons fire could be heard down the shaft along with intermittent explosions, sounded like grenades. Tom looked up at the ceiling tiles and closed his eyes mentally mapping the battle outside. Five of the seven turret mounted positions were still firing. The Eastern positions were down, doubtless they were dead or turned.

They hadn't advanced to phase line red yet so there was still time for everyone to make it to the fall back positions. Tom hoped they would make it.

(Ok, just for clarification, what has happened is that the Zombies have overrun the main camp and are now converging on the Reason building where the heaviest defenses are. All the civilians and soldiers have been ordered to fall back to the building as fast as possible to push back the horde.

Sorry Telz, I don't think others could understand what you were doing. lol)

(OK, what's happened? Are animals becoming zombified now? Whatever is happening, I'm just gonna say Ziyo retreated to wherever the new line of defense is)

(Animals can be infected so Yes. lol. But they're all between a Brute and a Basic. Not intelligent but still strong.)

Tom and his platoon came out of the elevator into the galley. The troops had made the bottom floor completely secure, and the massive concrete wall outside made it impossible for anyone to get into the parking lot or the multi-leveled parking garage below.

Never the less Tom had the platoon clear the area and double check the traps. Nothing had been trigger but they stayed at the low ready.

Things like this were rarely what they appeared and Tom had been in combat enough to know that essentially every four foot box could hide something. They slowly cleared the building's lower floor again before moving to the second and doing the same. All the while ignoring the gun shots from outside.

They were getting more and more sporadic as the minutes past. Tom knew it would be down to the last ten in a few moments if it wasn't already. Tom knew that the pounding on the doors for entry into the lower regions would have stopped, the remaining survivors would be focused on surviving.

He had to establish communication with the command structure, if not then he was going to have to lead the troops on his own a prospect he wasn't fond of. He knew he could do it but fighting on the ground is what he had always done and leading soldiers was what he enjoyed.That's why after the Great Unification War of Telz Tom had enlisted; after leading a militia platoon through rebel lines to eliminate a weapons cache of unimaginable size, he knew there was no place but the Telz Immortal Soldiery for him.

They reached the eighth floor. The gun shots were now small pops, like the sound the little poppers make on the Establishment Day celebration. He sighed. Two more flights before they made contact with Scouts and any command element. Tom checked his radio every five minutes but still nothing. He had since been able to contact the men and women in the lower levels. Some freak occurrence made the tons of concrete and the vertical distance a moot point. Like many things in combat you simply run with it. Tom simply asked the security questions to verify they were indeed the survivors he was speaking with. He made periodic checks with them while making attempts to contact Captain Mason. The M107's were still firing a few flights up on the arm of the 'r" and that gave Tom hope that the command structure was still intact, it was just a communication malfunction, they would get it sorted once they got up there.

One of the corporals came to Tom and told him it was all clear. Next floor, wash, rinse, repeat.

"Mason!" cried Robert. "I've got the network! What do you want?" He pulled a sword out of his backpack. Battle time.

OOC: Mt. Id kinda requested me to do this, no whining.

IC:
Ziyo had been fighting on the ground with men there, when he tripped on something. A clump of loose sod came off the ground.
What the hell? he thought, before seeing what was under it. He also saw a cord running in the direction of the ammo tent.
"Fall back!" he yelled to the other survivors still in the courtyard.
The group did so, setting up a new line of defense behind cover where the zeds would still be within the explosive's range.
Ziyo ran back towards the tent, where he saw a device set up to detonate the large amounts of explosives out front.
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" he yelled, waiting 3 seconds, before setting it off.

(Well that was actually to Telz but that works too. lol)

The explosion decimated the zombie horde. The Super Zed could only look on in surprise. His plan had failed. He grew furious and grabbed the nearest Basic and tore it to shreds. "Everyone back to the power plant!" He called out and the remaining forces he had retreated, leaving their dead and wounded behind.
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Over the remaining radio set up in the control room came a static filled voice: This is Mt. Id Heli flight 103 coming in for evac after first phase of Operation Liberation is complete. Any survivors please respond and let us know where to find you. Over

Suddenly the loud noise of a jet bomber was heard doing a low pass over the area. From its belly dropped a bomb-like object but after only a few feet of falling a parachute opened and it began to drift across the sky. This first one was followed by many more until the sky was literally littered with slowly drifting objects. From the ground one could see what appeared to be a fine mist spraying out from the canisters and falling like a rain to the ground.
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The Super Zed that had just lead the failed assault looked up in dread. It had happened. They found away to stop them. He called out to his forces. "Into the buildings! Now!" and they all started cramming into the building around them. As the mist dropped ever closer, the Super Zed tried to think of a way out. As the mist reached ground level, he was surprised to see it suddenly turn into a gas which spread out in all directions: even into the building he was in. Everyone of his forces it touched instantly started convulsing and collapsing. This "cure" didn't return them to normal. It just instantly killed them. He was horrified and started backing away from the gas. He bumped into a metal wall behind him and pressed up as close as he could. Then he realized something that could save him. It was a bank vault. If he could only get inside... He twisted the vault door and it slowly swung open. Then he had to turn around and try to close the massive door behind him and seal it shut all the while the gas creeping ever closer to him.
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The survivors at the camp looked up in astonishment. What was this? The mist reached the ground and began its vapor trick. Every survivor that inhaled the gas began to cough and have trouble breathing. The cure was scouring their lungs and other body parts for any trace of the virus. Those infected but who hadn't turned yet were healed of the virus, but they all started to black out and fall down where they were. None escaped the gas for very long. Those on the upper levels did have a little more time in which to wonder what was going on in the vision obscuring vapor. (Here is where you inform the rescue team of your whereabouts. lol.)

OOC: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

IC:
""Battlefield":
A select few basics had been sent to search for "survivors" of the blasts, and drag them to the relative safety of the medical tent for "healing"...

But the gas had other plans...

They quickly found themselves flailing uselessly in pain against their untangiable foe...

"surgical ward"
The gas came in throgh the windows, initially, there was no response... but then, the experiments started convulsing, siezed, and died, as well as any attendants coming to their aid... all forshadowed by the creeping gas-cloud...

It didn't take long for the 'doctor' to realize the signifigance, as an act of self-presservation, he did the only things he could so, he wrapped himself in seran-wrap and held his breath... hedging his bet that zombies didn't need to breath. He was wrong, and improvised with an oxygen-mask...

He then had a few barely-functioning basics stuff his crudely mummified body into an empty oil-drum...*

*BTW: Pure oxygen+fuel+plastic+metal=fun

(Sounds like a freaking time bomb...lol. And you're welcome to take over the zombie hordes in Overrun 2. lol. Don't feel too bad)

Tom looked up as the crackeling transmition broke over the radio.
"...Sierra nine module alpha, on aproach from station Mercury. We have survivors. Nothing is moving in the Det. area Mercury [break] Permission to land and retrieve."

Tom saw some strange VTOL move into position directly above the Reason's building.

"Seirra Nine, Mercury. Retrieve survivors and take to decon facility over."
"Roger, good copy Mercury, Seirra Nine out."

Tom watched the VTOL decend, the wind was whipping around on the roof top helipad as civilians began to cluster around the base of it.

Tom and his platoon held off the few scattered reminants of the zombie horde to allow the civilians to board. So many dead, so many turned. He looked down at the black swathe that had been Ash. One of the heroic civilian survivors who had given his life in a last ditch effort to buy more time. Mason was looking over his shoulder and watching as his Minions picked through the dead. Single shots range out in the now silence. It was finally over.

"Captain Mason?" A LTG. in clean OWM battle dress returned Mason's salute and handed him a manilla envelope which he promptly opened. Mason stood stunned and Tom could only imagine what it said.
"I've been promoted to Major..." The pause told Tom all he needed to know. With promotion came reassignment usually.
"I've been reassigned to oversee another outbreak in Oscar Wildes. Not nearly on this scale but who knows by now." He said resignedly. Tom nodded, behind the OWM LTG. was a TIS SGM who was surveying the area, Tom no doubt knew he was in a similar situation.
"Well done seargeant, here are your new orders. The TIS needs you in another province. We've coordinated with Mt. Id's military and found out you were here on leave. You've been summarilly indoctrinated into the TISSO due to the circumstances. You have eight days to get your affairs in order before you disapear. Make it quick." The SGM. turned on his heel and reboarded the VTOL. Mason looked at Tom with an upraised eyebrow. Where did they all come from? they both seemed to ask each other. Tom shrugged and waved his platoon on board. He unhooked his grenades and sistematically pulled the pins before dropping them over the balcony, and watching them detonate in a large heap of zombies pilled up infront of a dead machine gun position. Just in case. He told himself. Mason chuckeled to himself as they boarded the VTOL to they're new locations, whereever they maybe.

"Well, it's been an adventure sir. Same time next year?" Tom said hefting his weight up into the chopper.
"No, I think I'll settle for something with less adventure. Maybe Aphganistan."

(uh...tom not in Overrun 2? lol. Don't leave yet...)

((I guess we'll have to see wont we :) /))