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The patients (you guys) wake up and look around. They’re on bunks in a large, bleak, white cell with maybe fifty other people with as many bunks. There is a large door on one wall that appears to be sealed shut and on the door the “biohazard” symbol has been plastered on. There is an elongated “mirror” on one wall that stretches almost the full length of the room. Murmurs of questions start coming from all around.

“What’s going on?”
“What happened?”
“I don’t know. Never seen this place before”

Then the memories start coming back.

“Shit! The zeds! What happened?”
“That gas! It must have knocked us out!”
“What WAS that stuff?”

They start searching their clothing and areas around their beds. It looks like most of their stuff is still with them. Whatever couldn’t be identified as belonging to one person had been heaped in the corner. People start climbing out of their beds and looking around for familiar faces or at least a comforting one.

(QUE inter character interaction. And yes, you are all in the same room. Lol)

What the... William Carleton decided not to resort to the headbanging and panic of the others in the room. He could sense their thoughts, anyhow. The experiment worked, but I escaped! He had indeed escaped his captors and evaded the zombies, but now he was here. Why? William quickly examined the thoughts of others in other rooms. We're in quarantine. Well... that's a genuine good choice. But when do we get fed? He looked down at his growling stomach, and then realized something.

I am hungry. For human flesh. He immediately glanced around with panic, and then hid underneath the covers of his bed. Oh no. NO! I cannot eat anyone! That would be barbaric! And rather rude. Plus, I'd be killed. I MUST HIDE THE SECRET.

Michael woke up from his sleep and looked around. What happened? He wondered. Last thing he knew he had been helping stave off the zombie rush back in Merue. Then...the Cure! his message had gotten out! They had figured out a way to stop the infection! But if that was true, why were they all here in this facility? He shook his head in wonder and climbed out of his bed. He noticed that his backpack was with him but his AA-12 was missing. Maybe it was around here somewhere...Oh well. doesn't matter right now. What does matter is finding out what the hell was going on.

Michael woke up from his sleep and looked around. What happened? He wondered. Last thing he knew he had been helping stave off the zombie rush back in Merue. Then...the Cure! his message had gotten out! They had figured out a way to stop the infection! But if that was true, why were they all here in this facility? He shook his head in wonder and climbed out of his bed. He noticed that his backpack was with him but his AA-12 was missing. Maybe it was around here somewhere...Oh well. doesn't matter right now. What does matter is finding out what the hell was going on.

A guy knew the cure! William almost jumped for joy, until he paused. But that would mean that he would understand the nature of how zombies become zombies. But I could get healed! Trying to resist his new flesh-eating instincts, he held his breath as he walked across the room to this 'Michael'.

"Michael." William paused to gain his attention. "Do you know how to stop the zombie infection?"

Michael looked over at William with a thoughtful expression on his face. "How do you know my name? And what are you talking about? The infection has already been stopped. We're here because of that. Or at least, I think that's why we're here"

John woke up. What the hell just happened? His head hurt and he ached all over. He still had his stolen MP5K from the last attack. The saw 2 people talking and went over. "Hey I'm John, whats your name?", asked John.

OOc: I'm talking to Mt btw.

(And btw, Michael is an NPC. I'm also a GM so don't be surprised if I take over multiple characters. lol.)

Michael looked over at John. "My name is Michael. What's yours?"

OOC:ok.

"John," said John," do you know what happen?"

Michael looked over at William with a thoughtful expression on his face. "How do you know my name? And what are you talking about? The infection has already been stopped. We're here because of that. Or at least, I think that's why we're here"

"We've been quarantined." William sucked the information out of a guard outside the room. "And they believe the infection has continued. Besides, we're quarantined." He decided to ignore the blatant question of how he knew his name. If it ever got out, it would be chaos.

John woke up. What the hell just happened? His head hurt and he ached all over. He still had his stolen MP5K from the last attack. The saw 2 people talking and went over. "Hey I'm John, whats your name?", asked John.

OOc: I'm talking to Mt btw.

"John." William quickly interfered as he examined John's thoughts. Just a bunch of violence surviving on the streets. He should be clean. "John, why are we here?" He decided to ask the question to see how much the others knew.

(No ken they don't think the infection has continued. They think the survivors have a possibly contagious side effect that is slowly fading and that's why they're quarantined. and please take out the sensing from outside the room. I need the room to be tele proof for my plot to work :()

Michael looked at William. Strange... "What's going on I don't know. What I do know is that none of us here have the same sickness the original zombies had so something has changed."

Tom took three quick steps to the plastic screen in front of him and looked pasted. Two guards, not OWM's, but they look like they know what they're doing. Tom did a quick gear tap and noticed he was completely unarmed but all his gear was other wise untouched. He was alone in the cell. They had to have segregated him for a reason. He could see other forms moving on the other side of the opaque plastic. Other quarantines. They must think we're infected some how... No they would have shot us on site. Something else... Tom sat on the cot provided and stripped his gear and inventoried it quickly. All the pouches and pockets were empty. It made no sense, the last thing he remembered was being on board a VTOL heading home to a new assignment as a TISSOP (Telz Immortal Soldiery Special Operations) platoon sergeant. Then nothing. Tom remembered falling asleep. That was the key, he was so exhausted he fell asleep and that's when he remembered the blurry waking dreams.

Tom waited, hearing only muffled noise through the thick opaque tarpaulin. Then he wanted a cigarette. He poked the thick plastic hard and managed to touch a guard.

"You got a smoke stooge?" Tom growled through the tarp. The soldier shuffled in place for a moment then was still. Tom punched the tarp and definitely got his attention the second time.
"I'm not a fuckin' prisoner I'm in quarantine troop! Give me a pack of smokes and a light or..." Tom waited for a moment and stepped back. The cigarettes and pack of matches came through a double sealed pocket door. Tom unzipped his side and took the pack of cigarettes. He looked at the pack, ultra lights, go figure. POG guards always smoked crap like that, no wonder he was such a push over. Tom bit the filter off and packed the tobacco down to make a bite. He lit it and kept the match going, he fogged the filter and began to roll it, licking his fingers occasionally until it was at a needle point. It looked authentic but without the nicotine it was just a pin prick. Tom thought on it for a minute, extinguished the filter-less and light up another, this time smoking it down to the filter and began the process all over again. Not sure why he was doing it but being what felt like captive he reverted to his training. He had been a prisoner during the Telz Votoc Expansion. He had killed 11 guards and escaped this vary same way. This was why Tom was alone in a 4x4 cell.

Ben woke up when he rolled off his cot. "AH, dammit." As he scanned the room he tried to remember what happened. He had been speeding on the highway when he got stuck behind cars being cleared of people for quarantine. He looked around and noticed that one guy was getting kinda pale. "Nah, he would be trying to eat us by now."

(No ken they don't think the infection has continued. They think the survivors have a possibly contagious side effect that is slowly fading and that's why they're quarantined. and please take out the sensing from outside the room. I need the room to be tele proof for my plot to work :()

Michael looked at William. Strange... "What's going on I don't know. What I do know is that none of us here have the same sickness the original zombies had so something has changed."

OOC: Acknowledged.

IC:

"Hmm..." William wondered, his cravings coming back. He sat down on Michael's bed, trying to stop himself - but then he had a brainstorm. What if our experiment went wrong! Look at me! I'm practically a zombie! Oh no! He decided to keep this to himself. "Clearly, yes."

"Hey, you never told me your name," said John to Will," what is it? Is there anything to eat around here?" Ask John not knowing that Will was hungry and ready to kill.

Ziyo and his platoon had recently been deployed from Kagetora as a new unique force, specifically trained to counter a threat from anything zombie.
Walking up to the commander of the guards, Ziyo saluted.
"Kagetorian Special Operations unit, deployed here to monitor the situation."
"Go on ahead." said the commander

The platoon walked in, gazing into all of the quarantine rooms. Ziyo wasn't recognizing anybody from the last incident. Ziyo began to deploy guards around the doors, 2 of them for every door leading in or out of a quarantine room, and 4 at the entrance to the compound.

OOC: Could I have the same character I had except with complete memory lose and think's his name is John?

(uh...sure 101. lol.

Kage, are your forces at the compound where Michael and the others are? If you are I suggest any characters you want to remain alive stay inside somewhere. lol)

Tom could hear raised voices from the next 'cell' over but couldn't understand them. He was still waiting. He had searched the room a couple of times to see if there were cameras or listening devices, he found none. Just the same four plastic walls, ceiling, and floor as when he had awoke. Tom usually replaced his boot laces with garroting cords. But this time he was on leave and none of his standard kit. Tom sat and moped, no weapons and nothing to do but wait until ((the GM comes back :D )) they came and got him.

Selean Sliverworth was just waking up. His mind was foggy and he found it hard to fosuc. Quickly everything came back to him. The barriade of burning cars and the horde of over running zombies, not to forget those screams. He looked up and found people all around him. Where was his?

Looking over to his left he could see a few men talking to each other and to the north-west he spied his equipment jumbled up with all the others. He carefully studied the room walls and looked over the people around him. Some looked to be just as confused as him and other were still sleeping peacefully. He had to get information. So sliently he got up out of the bed and walked over to the group of men chatting.

"Hello fellows."he said in his fake (wherever the zombie outbreak was)accent that sounded more real then most natives. "Where are we?"

(Hey Telz, I can't do nothing until I figure out where the crap you are. lol

Fighter, if you can't bother to even look up where this is, should I really let you RP with us?)

"Hey, you never told me your name," said John to Will," what is it? Is there anything to eat around here?" Ask John not knowing that Will was hungry and ready to kill.

"Is there anything to eat around here?" Depends if you're a cannibal. Or a zombie. "Go over to the door and ask!" William pointed over his shoulder. "And I'm Will, or William.

"Hello fellows."he said in his fake (wherever the zombie outbreak was)accent that sounded more real then most natives. "Where are we?"

William slowly craned his neck around. Great. More flesh. He felt like he was going to take a dry heave if he didn't get some food. He quickly responded to Selean's question, saying, "Dunno," before hiding under the covers. Must... fight! Trying to get something else to do, he decided to explore his telepathic powers more carefully and realized something. Selean's a secret agent. Now... that's random. The plot thickens! I would stroke my beard if I had one.

Kagetora;14415976']Ziyo and his platoon had recently been deployed from Kagetora as a new unique force, specifically trained to counter a threat from anything zombie.
Walking up to the commander of the guards, Ziyo saluted.
"Kagetorian Special Operations unit, deployed here to monitor the situation."
"Go on ahead." said the commander

The platoon walked in, gazing into all of the quarantine rooms. Ziyo wasn't recognizing anybody from the last incident. Ziyo began to deploy guards around the doors, 2 of them for every door leading in or out of a quarantine room, and 4 at the entrance to the compound.


To:Kagetora Special Forces
From:Task Force 13 (Special Situations)
Subject: Zombie Threat

Once our prime minister even heard a faint rumor about zombies he almost collapsed from shock and fear (he has a deep seated fear of zombies) then he almost mobilized the entire army. However his advisors calmed him down and he ordered us in. We have almost unlimited resources and are here to help you contain any threats. How can we be of assistance?

P.S. who is running that facility we would like to know who is making zombies...

Fighter, if you can't bother to even look up where this is, should I really let you RP with us?


Yes, because the OOC and IC REALLY says where we are. Perhaps if you ran a better RP I could find it?


William slowly craned his neck around. Great. More flesh. He felt like he was going to take a dry heave if he didn't get some food. He quickly responded to Selean's question, saying, "Dunno," before hiding under the covers. Must... fight! Trying to get something else to do, he decided to explore his telepathic powers more carefully and realized something. Selean's a secret agent. Now... that's random. The plot thickens! I would stroke my beard if I had one.

Selean carefully watched the man who after answering him dived under his covers. Even to the untrained eye he seen nervous.Not that anybody could blame him with zombies running around and all but he would have to watch him. A man like that could be more of a hinder then a help around here. Who knows what secrets he hiding.

Yes, because the OOC and IC REALLY says where we are. Perhaps if you ran a better RP I could find it?




Selean carefully watched the man who after answering him dived under his covers. Even to the untrained eye he seen nervous.Not that anybody could blame him with zombies running around and all but he would have to watch him. A man like that could be more of a hinder then a help around here. Who knows what secrets he hiding.

Mt. Id... Duh.

To:Kagetora Special Forces
From:Task Force 13 (Special Situations)
Subject: Zombie Threat

Once our prime minister even heard a faint rumor about zombies he almost collapsed from shock and fear (he has a deep seated fear of zombies) then he almost mobilized the entire army. However his advisors calmed him down and he ordered us in. We have almost unlimited resources and are here to help you contain any threats. How can we be of assistance?

P.S. who is running that facility we would like to know who is making zombies...

To: Task Force 13
From: Kagetora Special Forces
Subject: Re:Zombie Threat

I am sorry to that. But as of now, there is no immediate threat, and we are just stationed here as a precaution. While we currently have no need of assistance, company would always be nice.

OOC: The facility is run by the military of Mt. Id. The outbreak of the zombies was an accident in the city of Merue (sp?) in Mt. Id after a contamination of the water supply. Lt. Ziyoshiyua Ashida was a pilot who got stranded in the city, and afterwards was instated as head of a new unit trained to counter anything zombie.

(ok, check OOC. I'll put a summary of BOTH story lines there to save the confusion.)

Michael approached Bridget. "Not a clue. Seems like some sort of quarantine but beyond that I can't tell. The name is Michael. What's yours?" He asks.

To:Kagetora Special Forces
From:Task Force 13
Subject: Reinforcements

We recieved your request for company and are sending a squad of about 20 crack soldiers. They will be accompanyied by some civilian scientist to check the subjects and the area if the possibility arises. Expect the Forces soon.

Tom's watch alarm beeped in time with his impatient foot tapping. He looked down at it and attempted to shut it off. The SGM had given it to him along with a fresh TIS uniform with his new rank of Platoon Sergeant on it. Always wanted to be three up two down. Tom mused to himself. The insessant watch alarm was beggining to irritate him. It was not a standard issue watch it was a watch the Elite SHARK (SEAL was taken :D ) teams used. He wiped away some dirt on the face and pressed the 'mode' button. The digital face dissolved and was replaced by CSM Varez's face. You got to be shittin' me. Tom's left eyebrow shot up and he looked at the face.
"Are you fuckin' serious sergeant major? A communicator watch? Now I really have seen everything." Tom chuckled at the image of the old grumpy CSM.
"Khaine we don't know what's happening but you know we never leave a man behind, even if it is more politically expedient to do so. Your orders are to gain as much intelligence as possible and return to Telz and debrief the Commanding General's Assembly. Do not for any reason attempt to harm any Mt. Id personnel or escape from quarantine. The Mt. Id government has assured us that they are doing everything in their power to get a handle on the situation. Expect to have a pelican case waiting once your quarantine is lifted, it will have orders and equipment for you, Ami packed it for you. Varez out."
"But..!" Tom spluttered and the watch became a watch again. He rolled his eyes and gave a heaving sigh. Same bullshit different country. But I suppose that's what it takes to run a country. You can't tell everyone that Zombies almost took over Merue. You'd have mass panic or crazy people popping innocents out of ignorance. Nothing to do but wait now. Tom leaned back and looked up at the ceiling, he absently pulled out another cigarette, bite off the filter and lit it. Only 8 left, they better hurry.

Commanding General's Assembly:
Issuance of Orders:
Order Number: 083-98A
Order Effective Date: I 22JAN2009
Distribution:


Overlord
Commanding General's Assembly
PLS. Khaine, Thomas
Telz Immortal Soldiery Special Operations Command
Raven Platoon 3rd Special Operations Group Bravo Company.


To support the government of Mt. Id with the incident in question Telz Immortal Soldiery Special Operations Command has ordered seven platoons to high alert for no longer than two weeks on a rotating schedule.

In additional support Telz has sent an envoy of virologists, physicists, and molecular biologists to assists. Total of forty scientists and ancillary crew.

In addition Telz has given authority to treat PLS Khaine, Thomas as a conscript for duration of conflict, or until resolution is decided by the Telz government.

In accordance with ISR: 210-3 equipment has been sent to PLS Khaine, Thomas. by way of legal channels through the Mt. Id government. PLS Khaine, Thomas will be call signed as Raven 7 for operations in the Mt. Id area.

Orders Delivered to Raven 7:
Primary Objective: Collect Intelligence on the incident at handover and key points of the incident for further analysis and prevention of incidents like this in Telz.

Caveat: For no reason is Raven 7 or Raven platoon to collect military or other related data on the Mt. Id government. It would be in poor judgment and go against the spirit of the Mt. Id/Telz alliance of 2008.

Secondary Objective: Eliminate targets specified by the Mt. Id military and any that threaten Telz or the Raven platoon.

Terchiary Objective: Assist in any way shape or form the elimination of the threat(s) to Mt. Id before they become a world wide incident.

Signed,

Overlord Kane,
Leader and Overlord of the Telz Immortal Soldiery.





(( I saw you guys doing communiques and they looked cool so I wanted to do one too :D ))

(All right. Fun time :D)

"Connect the module."
"Done"
"Activate power converter"
"Done"
"Connect transformer"
"Done"
"Fire it up!"

The scientists all looked at each other with expectant grins on their faces. Their test subject looked at them in stark terror. The machine pointing directly at him looked more like a bomb than anything. All the subject knew was...nothing. He had been minding his own business up above before he had been dragged here and placed in front of this...thing.

The machine started cycling up to full power. Lights came on, diodes flashed...and sparks started flying. The scientists flinched back away from the machine and hid behind their console.
"What's going on?" The head scientist asked his colleges.
"I don't know!" one said.

The pitch of the machine started getting higher and higher and the lights got brighter and brighter until it looked like the sun. The subject was frantically trying to escape but couldn't for the straps holding him down to the chair. Suddenly, the whole contraption exploded and sent waves of energy out in all directions. Where the subject had been remained nothing but a pile of cinders, but for the scientists, it was much worse. They began convulsing and twitching like they had been hit with lightening bolts and then collapsed and laid still.

A few minutes later, they started moving again. This time however, their only purpose was to find something to eat. Something living.
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The research building where the machine had been used became the center of a holocaust. radiating out from the building, the waves scrambled any person's brain it came in contact with wrecking havoc with their mind. Some gained special powers, some lost most mental function. All gained the uncontrollable desire to feast on living flesh.

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Inside the quarantine room (buried under 50 feet of dirt and rock), the survivors and their guards were safe...for the most part. Those at the entrance to the area were actually above ground and were affected just like the others. But some of them remembered: There had been living ones below. A recently turned Intelligent summoned a horde and they began to assault the living down below.

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Inside the quarantine room, screams and shots were heard coming from the hallway outside their room. A crazed guard came crashing through the now open seals of their room with atleast 5 zombies on his tail. He tripped over a bag on the floor and his weapon went flying. The zombies quickly piled on him, at first not noticing the others in the room. The man twitched and screamed as he was devoured alive.

Brigdet continued to dream in her cell, briefly and violently thrashing about...

She was back in the bookstore, at her little table, signing books and generally looking bored. She sighed only two copies of her book had been sold, another wasted day she thought. She then noticed a young man drifting towards her table.
"Greetings stranger." giving him a brief smile. "Did you bring it?"
"Of course" he replied handing her some coffee.
"So how does it go?"
"Not very well John, these people don't even seem to know what a Dragon Gopher is and how dangerous they are."
"Well it is getting late maybe we should leave and try again tomorrow?"
"Yes let..., John see that man over there by the monthy phonty 1,0001 quotes stand?"
"Yeah I see him."
"Well hes been eying me for the past hour now, its getting kind of creepy lets get out of here..."

Briget continued to drift in and out of her dream state, between the bookstore and the quarantine cell she now found her self in, between the man she loved and the cold and hard realities...

An hour later, present time
Opening her eyes bridget glanced around the room, seeing the others and the piles of belongings. What did I grab before the... she thought.
"Hello? Anyone got a clue whats going on?"

OOC: Do the quarantine people know about zombies?

"Hey, I'm John. No I don't have a clue but I do think I remember something about rabid people running around," said John starting to recall some prior events.

"Oh SHIT!" he yelled as the zombies ran out of the open door. He picked up the guard's M16 and fired it at the men. At the end of the burst all of the men laid sprawled on the floor. " What the hell was that?" he asked.

(OOC: They know about the original zombies cause that's where they came from. And now they know about the rest. lol)

The guard is still living, but bleeding profusely and fading fast. "They're...They're everywhere! All the top level guards have been taken and it looks like most of the city has been turned into...things! Get...out...of here!" he says with his final breath and collapses, dead.

"Shit, EVERYBODY THE ZOMBIES ARE BACK!!! DON'T PANIC!," yelled John not knowing what else to do.

"Shit,shit,shit!", yelled Selean as ran over to where his supplies were and picked up his M14 DMR and slammed ammo in while yelling for everyobdy to wake up and get armed. He bough his gun up to eye sight as he swung towards the door that was being guarded by John and quickly fired a short tap that got a zombie in the head. He went into what his old mentor called semi-auto mood. Firing not for effect but with aim in one quick fuild movement that took out one zombie after the other. "Hurry up guys me and John can't hold them backs by ourselves. We gotta get outta here before they trap us here. Do you wanna deid now?"

"Shit,shit,shit!", yelled Selean as ran over to where his supplies were and picked up his M14 DMR and slammed ammo in while yelling for everyobdy to wake up and get armed. He bough his gun up to eye sight as he swung towards the door that was being guarded by John and quickly fired a short tap that got a zombie in the head. He went into what his old mentor called semi-auto mood. Firing not for effect but with aim in one quick fuild movement that took out one zombie after the other. "Hurry up guys me and John can't hold them backs by ourselves. We gotta get outta here before they trap us here. Do you wanna deid now?"

OOC: Let's just say we know each other.

"Selean! Get the door. I'm going to get more ammo and a pistol. Make sure no one gets through!" yelled John. He ran over to the dead guards and found an M9 pistol, ammo and a utility belt. He quickly armed himself and put extras in his pack and started to cover the door with Selean.

The zombie rush finally abated for the time but screams could still be heard off in the distant parts of the compound. Many of the survivors were terrified of what had just happened and were almost frozen in shock.

Michael ran over to the pile of materials and searched frantically for a weapon. He was shocked to find his AA-12 in the pile and quickly pulled it out. He then remembered he didn't have any ammo left for it. He searched some more and pulled out an M1911 pistol with some ammunition. He ran back over to the entrance and looked out in the hallway. He didn't see any undead remaining so he called back into the room "All clear! Hurry up and lets move!"

The Kagetorian guards at the entrance had been zombified, luckily none of them retained their intelligence, but they dropped the 4 AA-12s they had been carrying.

The rest of the platoon had formed defensive positions in chokepoints to protect the survivors.
"Hold the doors! We can't let them through!" Ziyo yelled, firing off bursts with his AA-12.
The first quarantine guard had fallen, screaming as he was ripped apart, madly trying to shoot his attackers with his shotgun.

"All clear! Hurry up and lets move!"

Running over to Michael, Ziyo saluted.
"Lt. Ziyoshiyua Ashida. My platoon and I will form the vanguard of the convoy. We are all armed and trained in ways to counter the zombies." he said before running off, gathering his men.

"Michael! Follow me," Jerry yelled. He was going to lead the survivors to a weapons storage near the base. He reloaded his weapon and ran out into the open to clear the way.

OOC: Can I have an AA-12 in this one?

OOC: Sure you can have an AA-12, there are a few by the entrance that my soldiers used to have.

(ga! There's a reason my AA-12 had no ammo! lol. Those things are just way unfair for the zombies. lol. Since when do militaries provide AA-12s as basic assault weapons? lol

And how does jerry know about a weapons storage?)

Michael nodded to Ziyo and started organizing the survivors into groups. About one in three had a weapon so he had the unarmed set in the middle with the armed forming a forward and rear guard for the whole group. When they had all lined up with their weapons and other materials he nodded to the others. "So where to now?"

OOC: He's guessing. Could I have 1 clip of ammo plz? PLEASE! PLEASE!!! lol.

(Fine. you can have an AA-12. But please keep the number of those things down. lol. There is a reason I only allowed one last game. And how can he lead them to one if he is guessing? lol.)

Ben watched in horror as zombies swarmed into the hall. Guards shot frantically but one shot the lock off the cell. He creeped out after the wave moved on, picking up a shotgun and pistol along with some ammo. "Well then.."

(is ben in a different cell too? I so confused...lol)

OOC:oops, didn't read 3rd page, to avoid screwups yes.

Ben wandered through the complex and came upon a group of people. One of them jumped and fired. Ben just missed losing his leg. "Oi, I'm not one of them!"

Michael heard a shot fired out in the hallway and ben's yell. "Hold your fire!" he called and raced out. "Who are you?" he asked.

"Ben Noble, any clue as to why were here or where this shitstorm came from?" At that moment zombies began pouring through a door at the end of the hallway.

He's clean! William quickly realized that as he scanned the person's mind. No zombie thoughts... He glared at his own stomach, and then crawled out of the bed, fighting the tremendous urges. "He's clean!" he quickly yelled. Can't let this man die... well maybe I can... He licked his lips faintly, it would be hard to catch. William ran forward to the front lines and hid behind some rubble. Let the soldiers handle this, I'll just stick around.

Been popped out from cover to pelt the zombies with fire. As he returned he noticed that pale guy he saw in a cell when he was being moved. "His eyes, something's wrong" Ben didn't have time for that as another rush came.

As John was walking up the path, he noticed an AA-12. SWEET, he thought. He picked it up and put a fresh clip in it. He picked up an extra 5 clips and more ammo. Then he called Selean to help him search for a weapon stash for the rest of the survivors while Michael hopefully guarded the entrance.

OOC: This was before the next wave of zombies.

As Ben downed zombies he noticed one hiding in the back while others suicidally rushed past. He targeted it and when it saw what he was doing it jumped. "Shi-" the thing landed on Ben and was going to rip out his throat when Ben put two rounds in its forehead.

"Shit..." Michael said and started taking shots with his pistol gotta get a better weapon... he thought as he dropped as many zombies as he could. He saw one zombie jump Ben and raced over to help. He pulled the now dead zombie off of him and pulled him to his feet. "Close call man." he said and looked around for anymore targets. There were none. "We gotta move fast." He said and got the group in the cell heading towards the exit. As he was moving back he noticed another person (Telz) in a separate cell. He opened the seals and called in. "Who's there?"

John and Selean came back with some pistols and assult rifles but nothing much. "OH SHIT!" said John dropping his stash and firing at the zombies with an AK. The zombies dropped and started to come towards him. One was running. John fired at it. It took 5 hits and kept on coming. Then John drew a .50 cal revolver also from the stash and blew off the zombie's head. After the rush, John and Selean were back in the bunker dropping off the weapons.

OOC: I wanted to make that short sorry. And can we introduce a new type of zombie that doesn't feel pain but isnt as strong as a zed?

(Already have one. Called a brute. lol)

Cpt.Richards looked over the city as the helicopter made a pass. "Jesus" he thought "somebody tore this place up good".
"hey were almost near the landing zone look and see if you can't spot the facility were looking for." Near the entrance of a short building a flurry of activity was taking place. Solidiers were setting up heavy weapons and were moving into place. The helicopters set down as the passengers got out Cpt.Richards heard hideous shreaks followed by the moaning the eaisly regconized as that of a zombie.

ooc:by the way i'm going by the zombies as described by max brook's book Zombie Survival Guide

(Oh no you don't UD. Read the OOC. They describe the kind of zombies we have.)

ooc: Could we have hybrids? Because there should be the runners also. Theres too big of a gap between strong and weak.

ooc:sorry missed that.

(Don't take all my tricks away before I reveal them! lol. I just outlined the most common zombies.

Here's the post about the zombies: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=14415011&postcount=15)

OOC: Sorry, ha. Um... So the main defenders are me, Selean Mike, and Ben right? Oh yeah and ofcourse there is our zombie friend from kenny.

(those are the active ones yes. There are other NPCs fighting I just don't feel like writing out each and every action. lol)

ooc:ok so it doesn't matter how they are killed?

(Nope. lol. Kill em off as fast as you want. lol)

ooc: phew i thought i might have to headshot em all. fun times... fun times.

Ic:as soon as they hit the ground Cpt. Richards was shouting orders: Get on the radio to the general and tell him the site has live zombies presumably loose and get those civilians out of here.

He then jogged over to one of the frantic soldiers from the base and asked "who's in charge here?""

Been popped out from cover to pelt the zombies with fire. As he returned he noticed that pale guy he saw in a cell when he was being moved. "His eyes, something's wrong" Ben didn't have time for that as another rush came.

OOC: Me? Sweet. I want to reveal it soon anyway.

IC:

William jumped out of the rubble and headed toward Michael, but not before throwing a glance at Ben. Great, he better not tell anyone! When he got to Michael he quickly said, "Watch out! He's armed! But I think he's on our side."

The soldier Richards had run over to was still fighting the attack. Suddenly, he lunged towards Richards and started trying to bite down on his neck.
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Michael looked over at William. "I figured that out already thanks."

The man had him pinned to the ground but fortunately he was able to pull out his combat knife and stab him in the neck (ooc:just like call of duty 5)ic: as soon as he pushed the body off him he ran back to the copters. "form a defensive perimeter and shoot anything that even looks in our general direction. and get me the general now! i sure hope we live to see the end of this.

The soldier Richards had run over to was still fighting the attack. Suddenly, he lunged towards Richards and started trying to bite down on his neck.
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Michael looked over at William. "I figured that out already thanks."

"Oh. Sorry." William quickly turned around to face Richards and the "soldier". I hope this works, he thought as he quickly tried to take the soldier's mind by telepathy. C'mon, it's just a puny zombie... you've done this tons of times! His stomach rumbled loudly. You have to get away from that... sack of beautiful, beautiful flesh... FOCUS!

OOC: Can my guy like take over/give very powerful suggestions to lower-level zombies? You can RP the zombie's reaction.

hes kinda dead. sorry.

hes kinda dead. sorry.

OOC: I was typing it up as you were typing yours up, so I didn't have a chance to see your post and respond accordingly. It happens sometimes, you just have to deal with it. And, to get respect and look better, capitalize. Just a recommendation.

This keyboard is being unresponsive. That's all I have to say.

Wait I have an idea. IC:As Cpt.Richards ran back to the line he found himself being tackled by an unseen force. He roled over as he hit the ground only to see the zombie he just stabbed."What?!" he thought"I just killed you how did you come back?" This time the zombie fought with a renewed strength and Richards found him much stronger than before. Just as the zombie was about to deliever a fatal bite his head exploded from the shot of a sniper from Richards squad. "Thanks" he said"I owe you one."

(Uh...DUDE! You're 50 feet underground still while richards is way above ground!)

(Uh...DUDE! You're 50 feet underground still while richards is way above ground!)

That could draw up some issues...

That could draw up some issues...

I already said what I was going to say just make it work somehow.

(Yes you can ken. But not from so far underground. lol. Lets just move on now...)

Ben still marveled at the way the zed had lept at him. After the door had been re-sealed he went into one of the cells and sat on the bed."where had I been before this" he tried to recall" bolting down the highway in my car when the police on the border of MT. Id pulled me over....." he was jolted out of his thoughts as he caught another glance at the pale guy, Will. He was staring intently at another survivor. Alright, he couldn't stop putting his suspicions off.
"Hey, Michael. There's something I think I should yalk about."

Michael walked over to Ben. "All right, what's up?"

"It's that Will guy, something is wrong with him. He keeps staring at people..intently. Like he's going to attack them. I was doubtful at first but after what I've seen whatever these things are can do, I woulden't be surprised if it could disguise people.

" Hey guys, what are you talking about?" asked John walking up to the group.

Michael looked over at William. A disguised zombie? Not sure that's possible...interesting idea though he thought and then he started to wonder...what if it was true? "Well, keep an eye on him. Don't let him do something that would make us kill him." he said to Ben and then to John. "Nothing. Don't worry about it. We got it under control...I think" He said.

OOC: You make this waaay to easy. Besides you don't have enough men.

ooc:I'll wait to tommorrow. They are about to call in reinforcments and much much more. Lets just say this could get explosive.

OOC: UD, it's kind of unwritten but understood that your military isn't allowed to send a whole army in, or launch missile strikes.
Also in response to the question about the AA-12's issued to my men, this platoon (the only one of the sort) if specifically trained and equipped to combat zombies, so of course they have AA-12's (but not much ammo, that's why they're trained in kendo (fighting with a katana))

IC:
Ziyo and his platoon had finally broken through to the top. Most of their AA-12's were already out of ammo, but a few still had shells left. Most had drawn their katanas, and were forming a human palisade while the few remaining shotguns covered them.
Seeing a helicopter and what looked like an organized military, Ziyo ordered his 24 remaining men to move towards them.
Saluting, Ziyo sheathed his sword and said
"Lt. Ziyoshiyua Ashida, Kagetorian Anti-Zombie Platoon. Good to see we're aren't the only ones here."
Looking over his shoulder, Ziyo saw a man attempting to call in reinforcements and a(n) airstrike/bombing run/missile strike (whatever it is that's "explosive.")
Drawing his katana, he rushed over and held it next to the man's neck.
"Don't even think about it. There is no way to determine what kind of collateral damage you will cause. Do it, and it will be considered a declaration of war."

(Ah. Makes sense now Kage. And UD, if you call an airstrike on my city, i will retaliate. lol. Even if it is in a non related thread.)

Michael and the others followed Ziyo up out of the bunker and saw what was going on. "Hold it Ziyo!" he called and ran forward. "We don't need to be turning on each other now. We need every able bodied person to get us out alive"

OOC: Not to mention killing members of several militaries, also, sorry for the minor godmod in this post.

IC:
"You've been warned." he said close to the man's ear before drawing back and sheathing his sword. Weapons were already drawn in both parties when Ziyo turned around.
"Sorry, paranoid. Dealing with zombies again already doesn't help one's mental stability."

William decided to follow everyone else out of the bunker and out into the sunlight. "Hey, guys!" he yelled to no one in particular, but just everyone. "We should try to contact the outside world, and then get out of here."

Kagetora;14422474']OOC: UD, it's kind of unwritten but understood that your military isn't allowed to send a whole army in, or launch missile strikes.
Also in response to the question about the AA-12's issued to my men, this platoon (the only one of the sort) if specifically trained and equipped to combat zombies, so of course they have AA-12's (but not much ammo, that's why they're trained in kendo (fighting with a katana))

IC:
Ziyo and his platoon had finally broken through to the top. Most of their AA-12's were already out of ammo, but a few still had shells left. Most had drawn their katanas, and were forming a human palisade while the few remaining shotguns covered them.
Seeing a helicopter and what looked like an organized military, Ziyo ordered his 24 remaining men to move towards them.
Saluting, Ziyo sheathed his sword and said
"Lt. Ziyoshiyua Ashida, Kagetorian Anti-Zombie Platoon. Good to see we're aren't the only ones here."
Looking over his shoulder, Ziyo saw a man attempting to call in reinforcements and a(n) airstrike/bombing run/missile strike (whatever it is that's "explosive.")
Drawing his katana, he rushed over and held it next to the man's neck.
"Don't even think about it. There is no way to determine what kind of collateral damage you will cause. Do it, and it will be considered a declaration of war."

ooc:Nothing big I promise. Would it be possible for me to bring in a total of 30 men. A few plastic explosives and a flame thrower to burn the dead bodies? Btw did anybody else get the zombies attack issue/easter egg, because I did the day after i posted here and it was kinda weird.

((This post has two purposes: One to make up for time while I was gone for a more flowing story line and two to supply and equip my character. And give me a little time to catch up with you guys if I need it. I don’t look at the IC for one day and you eager beavers post the crap out of it! Good job guys!))

Tom heard Mike’s voice from the open door.

“Hey Mike, it’s Tom. Sounds kind of like shit hitting the fan out there!” Tom said stepping away from the corner he was waiting in. He came out and clasped Mike’s hand, happy to see a familiar face.

“So looks like we have… What fifteen in your group? I guess we better get a move on. Looks like the guards either turned or just ran. Can’t blame them really, probably POG’s anyway. So do we have any weapons I can barrow? I seem to have been relieved of mine. Ah! Thank you Ziyo, you’re always good for a blade!” Tom took the proffered tanto from Ziyo, the extraordinary craftsman ship of the weapon struck him as odd for an issue blade; he then realized it was a family heirloom not issue.

“I’ll be sure and get this back to you Zi.” Tom said sliding the blade into a canvas sheath on his shoulder.
“Mike I’m going to run down to the command room, if I can get in I have a weapon and some equipment there. It’s probably locked. I can handle myself, and I already know you shoot me if I turn, which needless to say is much appreciated.

Tom took off toward where he thought the command center/TOC would be. It was actually a janitor’s closet but he took the time to forage around for anything useful. Finding nothing he continued on. Seventeen wrong turns, empty rooms, two zombies and another janitor’s closet later Tom realized he was getting nowhere fast. Out of desperation he tried to call his CSM on his Dick Tracy wrist watch.

He flipped the ‘mode’ button and the watch began a faint rhythmic beep. Ah! A locator! What the? Dammit, a Heart rate monitor?! Seriously?! Tom rolled his eyes and tried again.
This time a small green triangle began to follow a red dot at the inner edge of the watch bezel. That’s more like it! Tom followed the tracker all the way back to his cell. It was making a Geiger counter ticking sound as the alarm, so Tom deduced it had a Geiger counter on it as well. It sounded like he either had enough radiation to glow a violent green and piss streams of antifreeze or he had found it.

Mike and the others were probably on the surface or close to by now. Judging by how long it had taken him to find nothing but dead bodies and empty rooms he was guessing they were a long way off (( of course he was wrong)). On a whim Tom looked on the left hand side of his cell door, a small alcove; where you would normally see a fake plant or printer in office buildings, hidden in shadow stood a pelican case the size of a photocopier. So stealthy! Tom thought and rolled his eyes and wanted to stomp his feet he was so furious, he regained his composure and set to opening it.

The holes that would usually house 1500 series master locks were taken by heavy gauge plastic zip ties. Tom had a brief fit of mental spoiled brat tantrum before he remembered the beautiful blade Zi had loaned him. He made quick work of zip ties, the razor edge sliding through the plastic in a pleasing ‘hot knife through butter’ fashion. Tom threw open the lid and gazed at:

Pelican Case Contents… (http://photobucket.com/tomkhaine)

Now he was ready to go! He just had to catch up with a group that had a 45 minute head start on escaping the ‘underground-wonderdome-and-funhouse’. He could do it, he had done harder things.

Ben was still aprehensive about Will,but decided to let it go for now. He turned his attention to a small square panel in the wall. When he tapped it it came aglow with a UI. "Neat" he didn't recognize the words, different language. He tried some command codes that didn't work until he hit one that turned the screen blank. "Damn..wait." it rebooted with a new UI with words in English. He scanned them over and saw one that read 'comm system'

Terry stumbled forward, he could see a group of people not too far away. His MP5 hung lazily over his shoulder gently swinging into his side. He gasped at the sudden thought of the people in the distance thinging that he was a zombie thing so he shouted, "NOT DEAD, I'M ALIVE!" He then squinted to see their response.

ooc:Nothing big I promise. Would it be possible for me to bring in a total of 30 men. A few plastic explosives and a flame thrower to burn the dead bodies? Btw did anybody else get the zombies attack issue/easter egg, because I did the day after i posted here and it was kinda weird.

ooc: NO!!! Seriously! NO MORE THAN 10 MEN!!! No plastic explosives. Like I said YOU MAKE THINGS TO EASY FOR US!

William silently watched as a new person decided to rise from anonymity. Great, more flesh, he thought but then felt sick. He quickly ran to the edge of the compound and threw up his last meal before they were quarantined. Great. Just great. Might I die?

John was in bed. He figured it out. Ben and Michael were talking about Will. Will had been acting up lately and he was throwing up. John got up and approached him.

Terry's eyes were fixed on the group, they were silent, silent but still. Again he gasped, 'They could be dead ones!!' he thought. He pointed his gun in the air and fired off two rounds, still slowly stumbling towards the people.

ooc: where are you?

OOC: Outside, nearby but in some rubble.

IC:

Oh my... oh my! William was too preoccupied with his troubles that he didn't notice John approaching until he was finished. Hey! What's this! He spun around exceptionally fast, and resisted the urge to jump on John. "What do you want?" He couldn't help but snarl. "Just leave me alone while I puke my insides out!

"What the hell is wrong is with you?" said John," are you a fucking zombie? Seriously you don't eat much and youv'e been eyeing people strangely."

fine there will be two men Captain Richards and Private Simmons (nicknamed Jimmy). I will kill the others in a hellicopter accident.

"What do you mean I don't eat much?" William retorted. "What is there to eat? Huh? And I'm eyeing people strangely?" He was not very happy with this turn of events. Maybe I should just eat this guy and satisfy my appetite and not die. "Of course, of course." William glared at the man. "You wouldn't understand. NONE OF YOU! I could eat you right now and you wouldn't even be able to blink before you'd be dead!" He turned around and walked away. No one understands! I'm one of a freaking kind!!!!! NO ONE!

"What are you talking about" asked John ready to pull out his M9 at any moment.

"What are you talking about" asked John ready to pull out his M9 at any moment.

"What do you mean! You know! I know! I know everything!" William turned around and was ready to burst into tears. "I'm a freaking animal. I don't even belong on this earth. Shoot me. Please. End the pain." He threw up again right at John's feet. "No one understands."

"Ok, are you sure?" asked John raising his M9

"Ok, are you sure?" asked John raising his M9

"Do you think I'm really sure?" William cried. "I'm a zombie! I am a blight on the world! And... and..." -William had a huge sob- "I'm not human anymore. I'm different. A new race, a new species. One of a kind. I can control my urges, but they consume me." He pointed at the vomit on the ground. "Soon, I will have no traces of humanity left at all. I will be... mindless." He sat on the ground and cried and cried.

OOC: Don't shoot William. Please.

"SHIT!" yelled John. He slammed the door and ran in to find Michael, Ben, and Selean.

"Alright lets evac and report what happened here back in the copters" said Cpt. Richards he and Pvt. Jimmy loaded their stuff onto one of the transports and jumped on right as it was taking off. Before they got to far off the ground a horde of big hulking figures rushed out and jumped straight off the ground and hit two off the helicopters causing them to crash and burst into flames. The shock from the explosions hit Richard's helicopter and sent it careening towards the ground Richards grabbed jimmy and jumed out the open sides before the helicopter crashed and burst into flames. "Wow, that was a close one" Said Jimmy.
"See if anyone else is alive and salvage what you can from the copters." Ordered Richards. After a quick look Jimmy came back and said "no one is left and there was hardly anything to pick up we lost the radio too."
"Well" responded Richards "looks like we will need to procede inside this facility, make contact with any survivors, find out what kind of zombies we are going up against, and most importantly find a way to call base and get ourselves out of here.

"SHIT!" yelled John. He slammed the door and ran in to find Michael, Ben, and Selean.

John, William's voice wandered in through John's mind right before he got out of range. There are some new visitors here... He walked over to Captain Richards and Private Jimmy, drying his tears off as he went. Focus. The longer I stay away from John, the longer I survive. Survival is the object.

"Hello, sirs." William noticed the burning helicopter in the background. "I see you had a less-than-pleasant landing. Can I show you to the nearest gathering of humans? You see, there's a zombie infection in the area."

OOC: By the way, my guy looks and partly is a zombie, so feel free to act accordingly but don't kill him, and try not to hurt him very much.

After John told them he ran trying desperatly to find a radio. "Where the hell is it!", he yelled. Then he found it. "YES!" he said. He put in the 101st comunication line and called," Base, this is Echo 419. I repeat this is Echo 419."

"Come in Echo 419," the radio said.

"We have a problem in Mt. Id. You've probaly heard about it."

"Whhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa............" the voice on the radio faded out.

John checked it again only to find the battery dead.

Shit he thought then he scrambled to find new batteries.

Richards and Jimmy scanned the first floor of the complex. "Lets see if we can't find a radio" said richards. They both scanned all the rooms and found nothing. "Hey" shouted jimmy "I found extra batteries and some flashlights we could use."
"well i suppose we can take them come over here i think i found a map to this place." responded richards.

ooc:hey 101st we need a radio and you need batteries want to rp a meet up?

ooc: No Screw the batteries! NO BATTERIES! That was the whole point of running out of juice.

ooc: No Screw the batteries! NO BATTERIES! That was the whole point of running out of juice.

ok.

"Do you mind? I'm talking to you!" William followed Richards and Jimmy. "Do you always ignore civilians like that!"

OOC: I posted before 101st in response to you, I think you missed it. Unfortunately I cannot provide a link, but it is post #107.

Looking over the map Richards looked for anything that might have a radio or be a place where people might stay. "says here that there are some rooms with beds a few levels down maybe we should check that out." Said Richards. "Well i don't think were going to find much anything else on this floor" replied jimmy. With that they moved out.

ooc:does anybody want to meet my guys and explain what is going on to them?

To:Mt. Id. Head of State
From:The office of the Prime Minister, The Federation of the United Dependencies
Subject:Secret Facility

It has come before my desk that you are running a facility that has become overrun with mutated humans, namely zombies. We sent in forces to assist another in guarding and inspecting this place and have lost contact with them. I demand a full explantion of what exactly is going on and as soon as we retrieve our men or what is left of them we will begin a full investigation. If I do not hear from you soon I may be forced to take drastic measures. Measures that I don't want to take but may be necessary for the protection of my citizens.

Richards and Jimmy turned to face the person calling them. "Who are you and how did you get here?" Richards asked as he and Jimmy raised there weapons. "And just where are these survivors" Jimmy added.

ooc:btw not gonna shoot.

Ben looked up from the monitor. He was trying to contact the outside but he couldn't figure out the codes for calls. He turned to see Will confronted and than leave. "Well, one less worry" he turned back to the computer. After some tinkering he found the emergency broadcast station. "Guys...look at this." the screen was flooded with images of a city under siege. Troops were overrun by zombies as special zombies broke the defense. One of the leaping ones pinned a cameraman and the recorder fell at the perfect angle.

Richards and Jimmy turned to face the person calling them. "Who are you and how did you get here?" Richards asked as he and Jimmy raised there weapons.

ooc:btw not gonna shoot.

"Who am I? William, at your service. How did I get here?" He scratched his head. "How do I explain this..." he trailed off. "Oh yes. There was a zombie invasion. Zombies everywhere. But then the government of Mt. Id, the country you're in, rescued all of the survivors and then killed all the zombies, quarantining the survivors. Then more zombies came along. This was where we were quarantined, but no longer." William smiled, showing some rather pointy canines.

Ben looked up from the monitor. He was trying to contact the outside but he couldn't figure out the codes for calls. He turned to see Will confronted and than leave. "Well, one less worry" he turned back to the computer. After some tinkering he found the emergency broadcast station. "Guys...look at this." the screen was flooded with images of a city under siege. Troops were overrun by zombies as special zombies broke the defense. One of the leaping ones pinned a cameraman and the recorder fell at the perfect angle.

Upon hearing this through Ben's mind (for he was too far away to hear it personally), William rushed to the monitor. "My brethren..." he muttered quietly under his breath. "I understand what they feel..." Louder, he stated with a tone of worry in his voice: "Oh no! What are we going to do!"

Richards and Jimmy turned to face the person calling them. "Who are you and how did you get here?" Richards asked as he and Jimmy raised there weapons. "And just where are these survivors" Jimmy added.

ooc:btw not gonna shoot.


"You talking to me??" asked Terry, now lowering his weapon so that he now didn't hold onto it any more. It once again hung over his shoulder.

"well, going to the city would be suicide....but there isn't food here." in his head" well at least not for us anyway." "We should go into the wilderness and hide from the zombies there."

ooc:woah how many people are in this room?

OOC:dunno, let's hope it's a big room

ooc:woah how many people are in this room?

OOC: More than a couple. And capitalize!

IC:

"OK, but do any of us have survival skills for the wilderness?" William wondered out loud. I will at least survive the longest, most likely.

"So William let me get this straight there are other survivors" said Richards. "Well if you can help us find a radio or someone who can fix the one we had we can radio our forces and have them picked up and transported out of here. By the way those huge monsters that attacked our helicopters were they zombies too?"
"My what sharp teeth you have" noted Jimmy.

"I do, I was trained in the military. We can look at the topography when we get out of here. I should be able to spot a stream of lake(OOC what's the terrain here like?) so we can eat fish until we find local fruits and game."

ooc: Hello I just offered a quick way out. Look above.

OOC:sorry. people let's not get OOC happy

Ben Noticed the zombie talking to a new guy. He heard something about a radio fix. "I now a thing or two about electronics, what's wrong with the radio?"

"Well" said captain Richards "Our only radio we had was busted when we cracshed perhaps if we get it could you work on it? By the way what were those monster that attacked our helicopters where they zombies too? Just how many zombie are there here? How should we identify them?"

ooc:Hey when ever Mt.Id gets on could someone tell him my government sent his governmenta message.

Ben took the radio from Richards" Hmm... Gimme a sec, do you have another busted radio I could scrounge spares from?"

"There might still be one we could salvage from the helicopters but we would have to go outside to get them." Replied richards. "I can send jimmy out with you to get it."

"I don't think there are parts to replace the busted up one anywhere near here...wait." Ben ran over to a dead guard and rummaged. "Genius" he came up holding a radio." Gimme some time now."

"ok, So can you tell us what attacked us" said Private Jimmy.

"oh, I'm just as confused as you are. One leaped through the air and pinned me earlier."

"oh, I'm just as confused as you are. One leaped through the air and pinned me earlier."

Richards responded by saying: "Well I was pinned by one who I thought was a guard and then some massive monsters took down our Helicopters I don't know if those were zombies though. If they were then it makes me wonder Just how many different types of zombies there are..."
"So" said Jimmy "What do you know of this place?"

OOC: Seriously guys, we are not calling in a rescue mission already, that's just lame. The last one went way longer before that. Also, in case you aren't aware, we're QUARANTINED! They won't take us out, because what if we are infected? They don't even know the cause yet!

IC:
Ziyo and his men were waiting right outside of the complex.
Oh my god. Are Kagetorians the only ones with brains? We have to find a fortifiable position. he thought to himself.
"Alright listen up!" he said to his platoon. "You, you, you, and you," he said pointing at the men with ammo for their AA-12's still "are coming with me. I'm going in and forcefully taking control of the situation."
Walking into the complex, he drew his katana, also a family sword unlike most of the ones his platoon used. The rest of his men had their AA-12's raised to cover the room.
"EVERYBODY LISTEN UP!" he said, waiting for everybody's attention before continuing. "Unlike most of you, I have both experience with zombies, and military training. If we stay here, we will die of starvation and thirst. We don't have enough supplies. My men have been trained to fight this kind of threat, and we're leaving the area in 30 minutes. You are welcome to come with us. Those of you who stay here, I'm not coming back."

"Umm... Does anyone have spare batteries?" asked John holding the radio.

Noticing the troops," I'm coming. Oh yeah, there's a boy out there. Yeah he's a real fucking smart zombie that's half human. Don't ask me, but I think he's going to call in a horde so let's get the hell out of here."

OOC: NO ONE HAS BATTERIES I REPEAT NO ONE HAS BATTERIES! All radios don't work.

Kagetora;14425414']OOC: Seriously guys, we are not calling in a rescue mission already, that's just lame. The last one went way longer before that. Also, in case you aren't aware, we're QUARANTINED! They won't take us out, because what if we are infected? They don't even know the cause yet!

IC:
Ziyo and his men were waiting right outside of the complex.
Oh my god. Are Kagetorians the only ones with brains? We have to find a fortifiable position. he thought to himself.
"Alright listen up!" he said to his platoon. "You, you, you, and you," he said pointing at the men with ammo for their AA-12's still "are coming with me. I'm going in and forcefully taking control of the situation."
Walking into the complex, he drew his katana, also a family sword unlike most of the ones his platoon used. The rest of his men had their AA-12's raised to cover the room.
"EVERYBODY LISTEN UP!" he said, waiting for everybody's attention before continuing. "Unlike most of you, I have both experience with zombies, and military training. If we stay here, we will die of starvation and thirst. We don't have enough supplies. My men have been trained to fight this kind of threat, and we're leaving the area in 30 minutes. You are welcome to come with us. Those of you who stay here, I'm not coming back."

ooc: Can we just rp that the people we call in all get attacked by this massive horde being called up and die? Oh and why does this guy get a whole platoon but I get maxed out at 5 men?

ic:Richardson looked up to the man and responded "Well seeing as you've got the most men and a plan we'll follow you. By the way what is your rank and what army do you come from? Come on Jimmy pick up what supplies you can and lets go."

Ben scavenged what he could off the corpses. Ammo, weapons, rations, spare radio parts. He wished the guard radios used the same batteries. Then again, life hadn't been fair lately anyway.

ooc: Can we just rp that the people we call in all get attacked by this massive horde being called up and die? Oh and why does this guy get a whole platoon but I get maxed out at 5 men?

ic:Richardson looked up to the man and responded "Well seeing as you've got the most men and a plan we'll follow you. By the way what is your rank and what army do you come from? Come on Jimmy pick up what supplies you can and lets go."

OOC: And the point of that being? And because I had already had this idea before the OOC for the thread was even put up, and I'm already in the process of killing off most of them. They didn't receive a whole lot of training, and from what I've been hearing, they aren't trained against all of the new kinds of zombies.

IC:
Saluting, Ziyo responded frankly and coldly.
"Lt. Ziyoshiyua Ashida reporting for duty. Former ace pilot of the Kagetorian Air Force, recently reassigned as commander of a new special infantry group. And honestly, I don't give a damn what anyone's rank here is. I have the experience, arms, and training."
With that, he turned around and walked out of the door. He truly didn't care what the others thought of him. He was going to get out of here alive.

OOC2: For those of who in the last one, Ziyo has become very curt and hot-headed

ooc:ok i was just wondering why i got yelled at for wanting over ten soldiers.

IC:"You heard the man Jimmy get the guy with the radio and lets go." said Richards. Richards then ran up to the man saluted and said "sir I am Captain Frank Richards of UD armed forces task force 13 I believe we were supposed to rendezvous with your force before all of this, any way you may now consider myself and the private over there part of your group. If there is any assistance we can provide let us know. One more thing sir the information we have on zombies does not seem to apply at all to what we have seen here what do you know about these zombies?"

ooc: Will anyone respond to any of my posts?

Kagetora;14425697']OOC: And the point of that being? And because I had already had this idea before the OOC for the thread was even put up, and I'm already in the process of killing off most of them. They didn't receive a whole lot of training, and from what I've been hearing, they aren't trained against all of the new kinds of zombies.

IC:
Saluting, Ziyo responded frankly and coldly.
"Lt. Ziyoshiyua Ashida reporting for duty. Former ace pilot of the Kagetorian Air Force, recently reassigned as commander of a new special infantry group. And honestly, I don't give a damn what anyone's rank here is. I have the experience, arms, and training."
With that, he turned around and walked out of the door. He truly didn't care what the others thought of him. He was going to get out of here alive.

OOC2: For those of who in the last one, Ziyo has become very curt and hot-headed

"Sir," William walked up to Ziyo, speaking rather quietly to wave off eavesdroppers. "I believe I can be of immense use to any of your operations. I request permission to come with you." His stomach rumbled as he tried to sound military-like.

"Shit, thats the zombie boy!" yelled John," SHOOT THE BASTARD" pulling out his M9 he took a shot at the boy.

Ben ducked as the bullets tore at Will. "Agh, about time" He thought.

ooc: seriously... does anyone read my posts?

"Shit, thats the zombie boy!" yelled John," SHOOT THE BASTARD" pulling out his M9 he took a shot at the boy.

"What the!" William quickly jumped aside and behind a concrete wall, where he took off running. I knew they would betray me! HUMANS! He yelled this in his mind, where everyone could hear it from a football field off. I'll show them! William then decided to turn around for a second, cool off, and think this over. Maybe I should get shot, he considered as he reverted to suicidal thoughts. After all, I am a blight on humanity.He sat down for a second to think this over, not two hundred feet from everyone else. But they don't understand. THEY WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND!!! Tears at his eyes, he prepared to move - or face his death. If he got away... let's just say they'd have a group - no! A whole army to face down! I will make you pay! He was almost ready to shout.

Ben heard Will's cry in his mind. "What the.." As if on cue another rush of zombies poured through a previously barricaded door. Turning to the threat Ben realized that the zombies somehow communicated with thought. Either way the zeds had heard Will.

Ben heard Will's cry in his mind. "What the.." As if on cue another rush of zombies poured through a previously barricaded door. Turning to the threat Ben realized that the zombies somehow communicated with thought. Either way the zeds had heard Will.

Oh no... what have I done... William sprinted back as fast as he could (faster than most humans) and looked back. Zombies. The old hatred and fear of them came, but then he realized it was different. I am them, they are me. He took a closer look.

They were ragged, some with almost no clothes and no thoughts whatsoever, almost. This isn't what I pictured when I thought of my new 'brethren', he remarked as he spat on the ground. I have to help the puny humans. I can't let them die! I still have some humanity!

LISTEN TO ME! The thought rippled through the zombies. How much power do I have? Oh well... MY BROTHERS! There are more tasty specimens elsewhere! He gave the general hint of the other side of town. Go there! These humans are mine! He showed his slightly sharpened canines and let out a vicious, mind-curling howl. LEAVE!

OOC: Let someone else RP their reaction. Preferably Mt. Id.

(Sorry bud. Can't let you control a freaking horde. That's what a Super Zed is for)

The zombies resisted the suggestion. Here was fresh meat right in front of them. One mind could not control their urge.

Michael ran up after the shots were fired at William. "What the hell is going on?" He asked before the horde starting running towards them. "Damn it!" He picked up a fallen assault rifle to replace his pistol and started shooting while he ran towards the other survivors. He organized a defense with the meleers a line behind the shooters. Once the horde got to close, those with swords and other close quarters weapons moved in and fought off the remaining.

Once the horde subsided Michael took a breather and looked around at everyone. Many of the survivors had fallen but around 20 remained. He then looked at the burning helicopters and called out "Would somebody mind explaining to me WHAT THE FUCK is going on up here? I leave you people alone for a few minutes and this is what happens?"

"I think will ...contacted him. Either way he is better gone than here."
OOC: I'm out for the night.

"Wait, what? Will contacted who now?" Michael asked as he looked around for said person. He saw him a ways off hiding behind something but didn't show that he had noticed. Odd... he thought

"The zeds probably," said John.

William fell onto his knees. Why didn't it work, why didn't it work? He couldn't help it now, he was sobbing uncontrollably and couldn't stop, couldn't stop! What is happening to this world! Why are Mom and Dad dead, why are there zombies, and why am I one? I DON'T WANT TO BE ONE!

Behind William an Intelligent was watching him. I can sense this person...he has similar abilities to me but he looks like a human. What is going on here? He thinks to himself as he slowly pulls a knife out of its sheath, ready to pounce and get some answers.

To:Mt. Id. Head of State
From:The office of the Prime Minister, The Federation of the United Dependencies
Subject:Secret Facility

It has come before my desk that you are running a facility that has become overrun with mutated humans, namely zombies. We sent in forces to assist another in guarding and inspecting this place and have lost contact with them. I demand a full explantion of what exactly is going on and as soon as we retrieve our men or what is left of them we will begin a full investigation. If I do not hear from you soon I may be forced to take drastic measures. Measures that I don't want to take but may be necessary for the protection of my citizens.


this got stuck in the Back Mt.Id.

(Doh. forgot about that)

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To: Prime Minister of The Federation of the United Dependencies
From: President Traton of Mt. Id

Before I offer any sort of explanation to you, I want an explanation for why you sent your men into MY
country without authorization. You give me a good explanation, I'll provide you with one.

http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k276/Scythe80/Nation%20States/MtIdSigniture-1.jpg

*snip*
One more thing sir the information we have on zombies does not seem to apply at all to what we have seen here what do you know about these zombies?"
"Based on the last bunch, they have only one motivation. Food, and are quite varied in ability. Not much else."

"Sir," William walked up to Ziyo, speaking rather quietly to wave off eavesdroppers. "I believe I can be of immense use to any of your operations. I request permission to come with you." His stomach rumbled as he tried to sound military-like.
"Shit, thats the zombie boy!" yelled John," SHOOT THE BASTARD" pulling out his M9 he took a shot at the boy.
"What the!" William quickly jumped aside and behind a concrete wall, where he took off running. I knew they would betray me! HUMANS! He yelled this in his mind, where everyone could hear it from a football field off. I'll show them! William then decided to turn around for a second, cool off, and think this over. *snip*

The zombies resisted the suggestion. Here was fresh meat right in front of them. One mind could not control their urge.
Michael ran up after the shots were fired at William. "What the hell is going on?" He asked before the horde starting running towards them. "Damn it!" He picked up a fallen assault rifle to replace his pistol and started shooting while he ran towards the other survivors. He organized a defense with the meleers a line behind the shooters. Once the horde got to close, those with swords and other close quarters weapons moved in and fought off the remaining.
Once the horde subsided Michael took a breather and looked around at everyone. Many of the survivors had fallen but around 20 remained. He then looked at the burning helicopters and called out "Would somebody mind explaining to me WHAT THE FUCK is going on up here? I leave you people alone for a few minutes and this is what happens?"

During the attack, 3 of the 4 AA-12's had run out of ammunition. 7 more of the platoon had fallen, caught unprepared with their swords still sheathed. 4 more had minor injuries such as bruises, and one was incapacitated with a broken leg.
Ziyo walked over to the soldier who had broken his leg. It was bleeding profusely, and looked as though the bone had punctured one of the larger arteries of the leg, and had already lost a lot of blood.
"Gomen-nasai." said Ziyo, pushing the man onto his side and running his sword through his heart. "We can't afford to have laggers."
Standing up, he took out a cloth and began to clean his sword before sheathing it.

Ben marveled at the thought. Telpethy zombies. Do they operate some sort of hive mind that way. It seems so, if one sees us more come but after they die they forget where we are. As he thought this he realized that if Will retained that much humanity then he could remember where we set up. "We might have to move camp people."

(Doh. forgot about that)

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To: Prime Minister of The Federation of the United Dependencies
From: President Traton of Mt. Id

Before I offer any sort of explanation to you, I want an explanation for why you sent your men into MY
country without authorization. You give me a good explanation, I'll provide you with one.

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To:President Traton of Mt.Id.
From: Prime Minister Winterton UD
Subject: Question

I'll answer your qestion with another qestion. Why do you have zombies? Other than that I apologize if my first message was harsh but we sent in forces and the request of Kagetora and to keep a check on the zombies as I do not wish for them to get the chance to harm the people of my nation. If it's not already to late to ask is there any kind of support we can provide?

Frank Winterton Prime Minister Federation of United Dependencies

"What!" said shouted Richards "That guy William is a zomb- oh crap" he then caught site of the huge horde of zobmies running straight for them. He ran towards the wall and flipped a table where he and Jimmy opened fire on the horde coming straight at them. "They're advancing to fast and there's to many of them what should we do?" shouted Jimmy. "I dunno lets ask our new friend Ziyo what he thinks." Richards looked over across the room "Hey! Where is he?"

Behind William an Intelligent was watching him. I can sense this person...he has similar abilities to me but he looks like a human. What is going on here? He thinks to himself as he slowly pulls a knife out of its sheath, ready to pounce and get some answers.

William stood up. Why are you following me, brother, with a knife in your hand? You knos as well as I that my flesh will not be of any please, and that I am one of you. Please leave, as these are my humans, to do with as I please. He turned around to face the Intelligent. Go elsewhere. I will stay here to lure the humans to their deaths at your hand and mine. There will be enough for you, me, and our rethren. I am one of you. It is undeniable. How can I not be?

You are excused. Please leave. William thought with a tone of finality in his voice, as he turned around to face the group of survivors and walk toward them. He also stopped the connection between him and the Intelligent, allowing him to think his own thoughts. I will face the consequences of being a zombie with the humans... but they do not understand. I am something else, entirely. A new species. They may put me in a zoo. Look at me, thinking like I was never a human! Is this what this does to me... either way, I will not betray them. At least, I think. No matter what, I hope it-he spat on the ground-belives me. I still have shreds of humanity. I care about the survivors! William was excited to feel these feelings, although he left his face in a mask of indifference. But the underlying gut feeling... is totally alien and animal... he ran a hand through his hair and groaned while approaching the survivors, coming within talking distance.

After the room was cleared Richards and Jimmy walked outside and joined the group of survivors. Richards spoke first "What should we do with that guy William? I had no idea he was a zombie but he seemed ready to help us. Maybe he can help us fight the Zombies in some way. What do you guys think?"

"We should hunt him down, we can't have him give away our position to the zeds."

"We should hunt him down, we can't have him give away our position to the zeds."

OOC: Are we in the room or outside? I had the impression we were outside, maybe we're split.

OOC I thought we were still inside.

OOC I thought we were still inside.

It seems that some are out, some are in. I know William's out, and I think the zombies were outside, as is Ziyo and John, 101st's character. Oh well. Pray continue.

"You'll have to expalian what a Zed is as I have never dealt with zombies such as these." responded Richards.

"I saw him run towards a surface passage. It's as good of an excuse to go to the surface and set up a better camp."

Tom had emerged from the compound awhile ago. Long enough to watch events unfold; he simply watched as they fought off two waves, and argued amongst them and something strange happened between Will and an unknown force. Tom could just barely see Will. He watched Ziyo execute the wounded, understanding and still detesting the process. He wasn’t quite sure he simply watched, he continued to pull rear security for the group. Watching the militarily trained glance back to be sure they weren’t being overrun. Tom had a feeling it was time to make his presence known, he stood from the slumped position he was reclining in at the compound door way. He looked at the guard who’s head had been bisected by one of Ziyo’s boys. “Well Hammy, looks like it’s time to go to work.” He had already patted the guard down. He was the POG with the ultra lights. He kicked the body in the face after standing. Thank God Sara packed some real cigarettes in my case. Tom thought. He pulled one out and lit it with his fancy survival lighter.

“Hey Mike, found my shit. So looks like were in a bit of a pickle again. Hey Zi! Here you go Bro, my people packed my old Gerber in there and I have no need for this beautiful blade any longer. Appreciate the loan.” Tom wiped the blade again and presented it to Zi properly. “Oregatoguzimas Zi Sama.”
After a quick briefing from Mike and Zi, Tom was up to speed on what he had watched not letting anyone in on his little secret. Tom took Zi aside and mentioned that he had noticed his change in demeanor, and told him he understood. Tom had made a change, not bad, not good, just changed. The experience of surviving an enemy that is dead and relentless can put a strain on anyone and quarantine didn’t help. He was expecting to go back to his unit and life to continue as normal; or as normal as he could expect after that experience.

Tom divided his excess supplies amongst the command personnel so they could divide them accordingly with they’re people. He showed them the location of the pelican case on his 3D mapper, the mapper couldn’t show buildings he had not gone into but it was continually mapping his surroundings and he could setup way points and points of interest on it. It was kind of like a video game map that updated as you progressed through the level.

Tom assumed William was still in the position he had seen him a few moments ago. Whatever had gotten a hold of the kid it seemed to have zapped him mentally and physically. Tom wanted answers. True to his theory Will was sitting on a downed newspaper dispenser. Will looked like a drug addict going through withdrawals. Tom knew the feeling he had been addicted to a substance before and had overcome it with the help of his old platoon sergeant. He sat down next to the boy.
“Here, this might help. I don’t understand your specific situation but I was addicted to something once and I know how it feels to want something know it’s not good for you and still want it more than anything. Have one of these it wont fix it but it will keep you addicted to something that’s legal. My names Tom, or Khaine, I'm part of the Telz Immortal Soldiery.” Tom handed the young man a cigarette and his lighter and sat silently waiting for the young man to reply. Tom could see he had been crying, and whatever he was fighting Tom knew it wasn’t drugs but it was just as powerful. Tom wanted to help him overcome it. They would need every trigger finger they had in the fight to come.

Tom Watched the young man take it. Tom took out his DGR and plotted they're current position just to do something. He waited for some kind of response from the youngman.

-snip-

Tom assumed William was still in the position he had seen him a few moments ago. Whatever had gotten a hold of the kid it seemed to have zapped him mentally and physically. Tom wanted answers. True to his theory Will was sitting on a downed newspaper dispenser. Will looked like a drug addict going through withdrawals. Tom knew the feeling he had been addicted to a substance before and had overcome it with the help of his old platoon sergeant. He sat down next to the boy.
“Here, this might help. I don’t understand your specific situation but I was addicted to something once and I know how it feels to want something know it’s not good for you and still want it more than anything. Have one of these it wont fix it but it will keep you addicted to something that’s legal. My names Tom, or Khaine, I'm part of the Telz Immortal Soldiery.” Tom handed the young man a cigarette and his lighter and sat silently waiting for the young man to reply. Tom could see he had been crying, and whatever he was fighting Tom knew it wasn’t drugs but it was just as powerful. Tom wanted to help him overcome it. They would need every trigger finger they had in the fight to come.

Tom Watched the young man take it. Tom took out his DGR and plotted they're current position just to do something. He waited for some kind of response from the youngman.

Oh, what the heck. William lit the cigarette on his second try and took a snuff. "Whoa..." he said, immediately throwing it away on instinct. Not only did it have a strong human scent on it, but... this is what cigarettes taste like?

"Oh, sorry about that, sir, Tom," he rather mumbled. "Thanks for the cigarrette... and I guess you may know what it would be like to be in my situation." William looked up at him from his seat on the ground. "It just feels like... no one understands. And no one ever will. And now we're out here, in the middle of a desolated city filled with the now-ruined souls of people long gone. I don't know what is wrong with this world." He let out a sob. "I just don't."

"Can Somebody please explain what it is exactly we are dealing with and what we plan to do about it! This lack of information is getting quite annyoing." said and exasperated Richards.

Tom had emerged from the compound awhile ago. Long enough to watch events unfold; he simply watched as they fought off two waves, and argued amongst them and something strange happened between Will and an unknown force. Tom could just barely see Will. He watched Ziyo execute the wounded, understanding and still detesting the process. He wasn’t quite sure he simply watched, he continued to pull rear security for the group. Watching the militarily trained glance back to be sure they weren’t being overrun. Tom had a feeling it was time to make his presence known, he stood from the slumped position he was reclining in at the compound door way. He looked at the guard who’s head had been bisected by one of Ziyo’s boys. “Well Hammy, looks like it’s time to go to work.” He had already patted the guard down. He was the POG with the ultra lights. He kicked the body in the face after standing. Thank God Sara packed some real cigarettes in my case. Tom thought. He pulled one out and lit it with his fancy survival lighter.

“Hey Mike, found my shit. So looks like were in a bit of a pickle again. Hey Zi! Here you go Bro, my people packed my old Gerber in there and I have no need for this beautiful blade any longer. Appreciate the loan.” Tom wiped the blade again and presented it to Zi properly. “Oregatoguzimas Zi Sama.”
After a quick briefing from Mike and Zi, Tom was up to speed on what he had watched not letting anyone in on his little secret. Tom took Zi aside and mentioned that he had noticed his change in demeanor, and told him he understood. Tom had made a change, not bad, not good, just changed. The experience of surviving an enemy that is dead and relentless can put a strain on anyone and quarantine didn’t help. He was expecting to go back to his unit and life to continue as normal; or as normal as he could expect after that experience.

"Anata no Kagetorago o sukoshi hanashimasuka?" Ziyo asked while wiping off the tanto that Tom had borrowed and put it in his leg sheath.
Seeing the confused look on Tom's face, Ziyo waved him off before Tom went over to William

"Can Somebody please explain what it is exactly we are dealing with and what we plan to do about it! This lack of information is getting quite annyoing." said and exasperated Richards.

"Alright. Here's what I am aware of. There are zombies. They seem to be like the zombies from my last run in with them." said Ziyo, then a sergeant came up to him.
"5 minutes until we move on." he said
"Understood, dismissed." then to Richards he continued
"Last time, there were 3 kinds of zombies. THe basics are the grunts. Weak, slow, and stupid. Then the Brutes are essentially a strong version of a basic, but still retarded as all get out. The Intelligents are more dangerous. They can control the Basics and Brutes, and are able to use weapons."

OOC: Ziyo never had any contact with a Super, so he isn't aware of them

"Yeah and then there are the massive ones, super zeds, one hell of a mess," muttered John," they're smart too."

"Thank you" said Richards "When this is all over and done my government may want that information and might pay you good money for it. I still cannot believe that guy we thought was a human is a zombie. But enough of that."
"So just where are we moving out too?" Said Jimmy "a nd what do we do about the guy you shot at?"

"Holy Shit..." said John taking out his AA-12.

"SUPER ZED!!!" John sighted up and fired.

The zed was 30 feet away charging with 10 runners in front of him.

"Retreat, retreat ,retreat, Zy move back cover the others!" he yelled.

"If a super is anything like an Intelligent, it wouldn't be charging until we're almost completely destroyed." Ziyo said, pulling out his combat knife and throwing it at one of the Zeds.
Drawing his katana, Ziyo started running forward to meet the zeds, and his 15 healthy soldiers did too.
"BANZAI!"

John followed the other men, and said, "Yeah, we have maybe 20 men, and they have 100."

Just when he said that, another 50 brutes burst from the roof.

"Holy Shit..." said John taking out his AA-12.

"SUPER ZED!!!" John sighted up and fired.

The zed was 30 feet away charging with 10 runners in front of him.

"Retreat, retreat ,retreat, Zy move back cover the others!" he yelled.

"You had better go and join them," William muttered weakly and puked. "Don't want to become... a meal." He spoke directly to Tom and watched the action. This time I WON'T get involved. I always seem to screw things up. This time it WON'T be my fault. But they'll probably blame me for it anyway.

"Woah holy sh-" Shouted Richards "Jimmy let the others deal with the big one get all the little bastards around him. With That they both hit the ground and opened up on the zombies infront of them. As he watched Ziyo charge straight forward Jimmy thought "Wow that guy is either really brave, hates zombies, has a death wish, or is just plain crazy. I hope that doesn't kill him because we will definitly need him."

OOC: He won't die. THe soldiers would rather kill themselves than let him die. But all 4 of those are somewhat true.
IC: Ziyo had run his sword through the largest of the zeds, the supposedly super. It was still flailing its arms, trying to rip him apart. With a quick twist and upward motion Ziyo broke its spine.
Most of his men had killed their intended targets, but a few had been landed on by the Brutes, giving them no chance of survival.

Michael set up a line of marksmen from his remain survivors who made quick work of the zombies. Each survivor had had plenty of practice from the first invasion and even though they weren't perfect shots, at this range they could bring them down pretty fast.
"Well that could be problematic in the future..." Michael mumbled to himself.

As the last zombie fell, Michael left the people to count their losses and approached Richards. "All right pal. Who the fuck are you again? And why are you even here?"

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To:President Traton of Mt.Id.
From: Prime Minister Winterton UD
Subject: Question

I'll answer your qestion with another qestion. Why do you have zombies? Other than that I apologize if my first message was harsh but we sent in forces and the request of Kagetora and to keep a check on the zombies as I do not wish for them to get the chance to harm the people of my nation. If it's not already to late to ask is there any kind of support we can provide?

Frank Winterton Prime Minister Federation of United Dependencies

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To: Winterton
From: Traton

No there isn't anything you can do to help simply because anyone you send in is most likely going to end up dead. I don't think that is what you want. And I do not know why we have zombies. But here is another question for you: how did you even know we had zombies in the first place? Kagetora? And if so, what made you think Kagetora had the authority to grant permission for a military operation inside MY country's borders? Think before you act, my friend.

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To: Winterton
From: Traton

No there isn't anything you can do to help simply because anyone you send in is most likely going to end up dead. I don't think that is what you want. And I do not know why we have zombies. But here is another question for you: how did you even know we had zombies in the first place? Kagetora? And if so, what made you think Kagetora had the authority to grant permission for a military operation inside MY country's borders? Think before you act, my friend.


To:Traton
From:Winterton

We heard about the first zombie attack from travelers and through our intelligence agency (not spying). As for Deploying forces that was my fault. Since my childhood I have had a deep seated fear of zombies. I was always made fun of and people laughed at me for fearing nonexistant beings. When I first heard of these zombies I almost wanted to nuke the whole place. My fear made me act the way I did without thinking of the political consequences. I am deeply sorry for deeplyoing troops without prior consent and I hope that in the future we can work together on such matters. For now I wish you the best of luck with your mission and ask that you destroy every zombie lest my fear of zombies ruling the world be realized. God be with you Mr. President. If there is anything we can contribute such as providing a safe haven for innocent civlians please inform me.

Frank Winterton Prime Minister.

To:Traton
From:Winterton

We heard about the first zombie attack from travelers and through our intelligence agency (not spying). As for Deploying forces that was my fault. Since my childhood I have had a deep seated fear of zombies. I was always made fun of and people laughed at me for fearing nonexistant beings. When I first heard of these zombies I almost wanted to nuke the whole place. My fear made me act the way I did without thinking of the political consequences. I am deeply sorry for deeplyoing troops without prior consent and I hope that in the future we can work together on such matters. For now I wish you the best of luck with your mission and ask that you destroy every zombie lest my fear of zombies ruling the world be realized. God be with you Mr. President. If there is anything we can contribute such as providing a safe haven for innocent civlians please inform me.

Frank Winterton Prime Minister.


To: Prime Minister Winterton
From: President Traton

All right, now that we have everything settled we can deal. One thing you can do for us is let us know of any knowledge you have dealing with an illegal research group calling themselves the Meta Force. We have been attempting to hunt them down for quite awhile and have shut down many of their operations. Unfortunately they keep cropping up. From the information we have about this latest problem, we believe that it may be one of their failed experiments that has led to the zombie outbreak. Once again, any information you have regarding their actions would be appreciated.

(Uh...I don't think so ND. If you're going to start another infection in your country, start your own damn thread.)

Not to mention it isn't even technically an infection.

(That too. lol)

They dont know whats happening its a island nation half the size of Australia with a Isolation Act, it just reached us? :O

If you wanna have an infection in your nation, start a thread. I could help you as a co-GM.

In the office of the prime minister:
"Secretary get me Central Intellegence"

"Yes Mr. Prime Minister"

a phone rings "Good morning sir how may we help you?"

"I want you to find out everything you can about a group call 'Meta Force' and report all you find back to me asap."

"Yessir Mr. Prime Minister we're on it"
phone hangs up.

(btw UD, feel free to make stuff up :D. lol. I haven't even created a bio for them yet)

ooc: could I make another guy from the group maybe?

(You mean a playable character from Meta Force...uh...I don't think so. That's my territory. lol)

(I meant from the survivors... unless that is Meta Force... what is Meta force? Damn I just noticed we were on page 13)

(btw UD, feel free to make stuff up :D. lol. I haven't even created a bio for them yet)

Honestly I'm not good at making up bio's you might want to give me a few things you think they should be like. I can think of either making them a biological company or some kind of terrorist group.

(lol. allright i'll work on something. And a definite no to another character. we got enough already. lol.)

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From the desk of the Telz Overlord
To the hands of the Mt. Id President, Honorable Mr. Traton.

I again would like to reiterate our complete support to you in this time of need. That extends to any international instances including other nations. We make it a tradition to expand our Empire annually and look for challenges, stagnation equals pain and atrophy. So long as I am Overlord our people will want for nothing. We stand ready to back you with the full force of our military and our economy if need be.
My intelligence agencies have notified me that we have run across a similar organization here in Telz called the Theta Force. The documentation attached is literally everything we have on them with no restriction. This should be handed directly to you as it contains some sensitive National Security information. ((Minimal information on the Theta Force. Kind of like ‘Well nothing we didn’t know before, looks pretty standard operating procedure for them, blah, blah, blah, at least they crushed them on they’re soil.’))
We hope that this open exchange of information from our nation to yours will continue. I would also like to reiterate that Tom Khaine is at your disposal. He has a one way communicator watch, the frequency is fixed to 485. It is only one way by mistake and as the situation is what it is we cannot rectify the mistake. Attached are also a copy of his orders as a Telz Immortal soldier, this should clarify any misunderstandings that may have happened or could possibly happen. We thank you for taking care of Tom and hope that he has upheld the standards and honor of the Immortal Soldiery. If he has not he will be summarily executed upon his return.


Overlord Kane.

Now that I think of it making meta force a project created by a larger biological company might be interesting. Unless you think it is too much like Jurassic Park (if anyone has actually read the book that is).

Where do you people make these symbols?

(I usually use GIMP. Its basically a free photoshop. If you want i'll make you one too. Just give me some specs to work with and i'll design something. And i'll handle the bio bud. lol. Already working on it.)

http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k276/Scythe80/Nation%20States/MtIdDiploMessage.jpg

To: Kahn
From: Traton

Thank you for this information, my good friend. While it doesn't seem to be immediately related, upon further research it may prove to be a vital link. Attached to this message is all the information we have on Meta Force. Maybe your people will find the missing link.

[File Attached]

About said Soldier Tom, if his return to your country would result in his immediate execution, you can consider this the declaration of our protection of his life. He was instrumental in getting the survivors out of the first attack and we would hate to see something happen to him by an ungrateful government.

We thank you for your cooperation.

http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k276/Scythe80/Nation%20States/MtIdSigniture-1.jpg

ooc: gimp is a beast lol. Everyone uses gimp. ha.

Alright I'll telegram you about that.

Tom looked at William for a moment then heard the commotion and sat back to watch with him. There was always the chance someone could get hurt if Tom wasn't there but he had long ago adopted the philosophy of "If I do or if I do not it will be what it will be." He acted only out of a sense of duty that was deeply rooted. Besides they had Zy over there. They'd be fine. He watched the young mans reaction to the fighting, not surprised in the least by his reaction to the cigarette. Tom knew he wasn't a smoker before he even gave it to him. Just like some how he knew he was fighting something like addiction but not addiction itself. Some how he just knew. Tom raised his carbine out of boredom and sighted down a zombie that was shambling toward one of Zy's guys and dumped around into the back of it's head. The suppressor muting the .308 well enough to make it sound like it had come from another direction.

"Okay!" Tom said throwing up his hands helplessly, "That's all the interfering I'm going to do. Come on Will, lets get a move on. These guys are going to get themselves munched on if don't rescue them. Lets go back down into the compound and set up a base camp and see if we can't get you something to eat. That stomach sounds pretty..." Tom paused something was screaming at the back of his mind to "Shut the hell up!" The kid had seemed to be doing ok when Tom had been talking to him earlier, but mentioning food seemed to bring a psychic cloud of swarming bats down around the two of them. The area almost seemed to get darker even though it was 2 in the afternoon, Tom couldn't help but look around. Tom thought fast.

"Anyway, we'll get those people that want to go indoors and figure it out from there. And we'll figure out what we're going to do about food for you." He wasn't sure why, but it seemed like the right thing to say. Tom stood and offered his hand to help Will up.

"What do you say, feel like being a hero?"

Tom looked at William for a moment then heard the commotion and sat back to watch with him. There was always the chance someone could get hurt if Tom wasn't there but he had long ago adopted the philosophy of "If I do or if I do not it will be what it will be." He acted only out of a sense of duty that was deeply rooted. Besides they had Zy over there. They'd be fine. He watched the young mans reaction to the fighting, not surprised in the least by his reaction to the cigarette. Tom knew he wasn't a smoker before he even gave it to him. Just like some how he knew he was fighting something like addiction but not addiction itself. Some how he just knew. Tom raised his carbine out of boredom and sighted down a zombie that was shambling toward one of Zy's guys and dumped around into the back of it's head. The suppressor muting the .308 well enough to make it sound like it had come from another direction.

"Okay!" Tom said throwing up his hands helplessly, "That's all the interfering I'm going to do. Come on Will, lets get a move on. These guys are going to get themselves munched on if don't rescue them. Lets go back down into the compound and set up a base camp and see if we can't get you something to eat. That stomach sounds pretty..." Tom paused something was screaming at the back of his mind to "Shut the hell up!" The kid had seemed to be doing ok when Tom had been talking to him earlier, but mentioning food seemed to bring a psychic cloud of swarming bats down around the two of them. The area almost seemed to get darker even though it was 2 in the afternoon, Tom couldn't help but look around. Tom thought fast.

"Anyway, we'll get those people that want to go indoors and figure it out from there. And we'll figure out what we're going to do about food for you." He wasn't sure why, but it seemed like the right thing to say. Tom stood and offered his hand to help Will up.

"What do you say, feel like being a hero?"

"What do I say?" William smiled and muttered weakly. "Excellent, let's get started." But he couldn't help but shiver when Tom shot the zombie. Another one dead... and I am a direct offspring. He shook his head weakly to try to get rid of that thought, but to no avail. "OK, let's go." William set off in the direction of the survivors. "Camp sounds nice. But I don't think you can help me in the food department." He grimaced, a creepy frown stretching from corner to corner. "No, not at all." Leaving that hanging in the air, he continued onward. No one can help me at all in the food department... I would have to help myself. He shivered again. "I'll have to do that by myself." He paused for a while. "You know, if you help me you'll become less and less popular among the minute. You'll start to lose whatever respect you've gained among the survivors, except for the other military officer over there, Ziyo what's-his-face." He left that hanging in the air again. "And try not to mention food. It's not a good idea." His stomach rumbled.

To: Traton.
From: Kane.


Tom, is a soldier of the highest order. He would willingly come home knowing he would be executed if he knew he had violated the honor of the Immortal Soldiery, it's our thing. You'll have to excuse some of the verbiage we use. I deal with stuffy old guys who are rooted in Independence war traditions and can be said to be more than overly zealous with the nostalgia of a "Romantic War" society. I'll communicate much more free form from now on. I had not read your bio before [you know how it is running a country] but have now had the time and see that we are of the same age. I'm sure you probably don't appreciate the stogy bureaucrat lingo as much as I don't. So in the interest of continued frankness.

Tom of course would never be executed, I would harbor him myself as a fugitive if I had to. It's just something I have to put in the memo if it goes through more hands than my personal aide Bob and myself.


Cheers,
Alex.

To: Kane
From: Traton

Well, well, well. Looks like we're not the only one with a controlling bureaucracy. Good to hear I have a fellow leader who feels the same as me about this sort of thing.

Tom took a deep long drag stopping abruptly in his stride and looking deeply at Will.

"Will, let me tell you something about respect. It's earned. Pure and simply earned. Zy is a LT. and in my world I would have less than a 15 minute conversation with him once a month. The respect I demand and garner from my men is that of hard one experience and word of mouth. The guys I've been with for many years respect me, not my rank. If I got dropped to recruit again and some POG took my slot they would still answer to me and ignore that joker. So as to them respecting me, they either will or wont, and the experiences we have together will either foster respect or it wont. In plain terms I give less than two shits if they respect me. So long as they listen and do exactly what I tell them to when the time comes things will be just fine. I'm not accountable to them I'm ultimately accountable to God and my soldiers wives and families. They are my job. Sure there is something to be said for patriotism, duty, honor and country. But war changes your priorities. It hardens you to menial bullshit, you see right past it. Veterans understand veterans and everyone else just listens and nods." Tom looked at the blank expression on Will's face. He tossed his cigarette down and stomped it out with a boot toe before they started walking back toward the entrance of the compound.

"A little much? Heh, well I guess I've had a long day. As to food for you. I have an idea. All of a sudden I've been getting these weird sort of... Flashes I guess you could say, like intuition only stronger. Like having a Spidy sense. I know what your problem is without you having to say anything. We'll get you squared away if this idea works." Tom said nothing about his idea though ((I'm sure)) Will pried.

Michael saw Tom and William chatting away and wandered over. "Uh...would one of you mind explaining what is going on here? These other retards are being mute and I'm in the dark. Been to busy fighting zeds to figure out what has been going on by myself." He said without so much as implying he thought William was in anyway wanting to harm him.

Tom took a deep long drag stopping abruptly in his stride and looking deeply at Will.

"Will, let me tell you something about respect. It's earned. Pure and simply earned. Zy is a LT. and in my world I would have less than a 15 minute conversation with him once a month. The respect I demand and garner from my men is that of hard one experience and word of mouth. The guys I've been with for many years respect me, not my rank. If I got dropped to recruit again and some POG took my slot they would still answer to me and ignore that joker. So as to them respecting me, they either will or wont, and the experiences we have together will either foster respect or it wont. In plain terms I give less than two shits if they respect me. So long as they listen and do exactly what I tell them to when the time comes things will be just fine. I'm not accountable to them I'm ultimately accountable to God and my soldiers wives and families. They are my job. Sure there is something to be said for patriotism, duty, honor and country. But war changes your priorities. It hardens you to menial bullshit, you see right past it. Veterans understand veterans and everyone else just listens and nods." Tom looked at the blank expression on Will's face. He tossed his cigarette down and stomped it out with a boot toe before they started walking back toward the entrance of the compound.

"A little much? Heh, well I guess I've had a long day. As to food for you. I have an idea. All of a sudden I've been getting these weird sort of... Flashes I guess you could say, like intuition only stronger. Like having a Spidy sense. I know what your problem is without you having to say anything. We'll get you squared away if this idea works." Tom said nothing about his idea though ((I'm sure)) Will pried.

"Really?" William immediately searched the far reaches of Tom's brain, but to no end. (OOC: You clearly wanted me to do that, so) "And this respect system..." he sighed, something he seemed to have started doing quite often. "I just don't understand it anymore. I've been thrust into an apocalypse without my mother or father, and I've become something I can barely comprehend or understand. I just want to stop and go back to what I was; a normal boy. But we've gone too far now." His stomach rumbled, an endless reminder of what he had become. "If only, if only, the woodpecker cries, the bark on the tree was as soft as the skies," he quoted from his favorite novel. (OOC: $10 to whoever gets it!)

Michael saw Tom and William chatting away and wandered over. "Uh...would one of you mind explaining what is going on here? These other retards are being mute and I'm in the dark. Been to busy fighting zeds to figure out what has been going on by myself." He said without so much as implying he thought William was in anyway wanting to harm him.

William's stomach clenched. Great... "What is going on?" William suddenly remembered. A flash of light... a chair, scientists all around... another ray... I was. "Oh no, oh no, oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh noooooo!" William suddenly realized what had gone wrong. "NO NO NO NO NO!!!"

(OMG! HOLES! That book was hilarious! lol. Where's my ten bucks?)

Michael rushed forward and grabbed William. "You all right? What's happened?"

(OMG! HOLES! That book was hilarious! lol. Where's my ten bucks?)

Michael rushed forward and grabbed William. "You all right? What's happened?"

OOC: Oops, frittered away on taxes. Lol. But nice job! I find myself muttering that occassionally at random intervals, and I haven't read that book in a year. Now, if you excuse me, William's going to reveal the "Theta Force" or whatever the heck we're calling them.

IC:

"I figured out what happened," William whispered, his throat dry, as he looked out into space reliving his last human moments. "Why there is another zombie outbreak. And why I'm a zombie." He gulped as he explained the story. "After the original zombie outbreak I wandered the streets, after my mom and dad were... zombified. I killed them." His voice cracked, but came back after a pause. "I was kidnapped by these scientists... who zapped me with this ray. I escaped, my eyes full with a lust I had never felt before. I killed a man in that lust. I came up behind him and then he was dead. Just like that." William's eyes had turned glassy, and he seemed out of it. "And then... I did what zombies do. Because I became one." He wavered a little, ready to faint. "Oh no oh no oh no..." he whispered off.

(Ours is the Meta force. Thinking about working with Telz on a dual terrorist hunt though with his Theta Force and my Meta Force in a later RP :D)

Michael held him up. "You're telling me that some sort of experiment caused all this? What was it supposed to do?"

Telz assuming the role of tyrannical GM >:)

Time Warp ahead 15 days. We now have a set BOA (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=580158&page=9) things are progressing.

After Will's flash of memory and the intel gathered there in the picture was starting to become less murky. Everyone was dubious but no one was dumb enough to try anything on Will as he could communicate with the enemy and therefore was a massive advantage. Tom had also placed Will under his personal protection, his reputation alone would deter all but the craziest of assassins ((Like HT.)).

Hordes have been infrequent and we're not sure why. After our meeting 15 days ago in the "Old Compound" we rallied and pushed to our new BOA and established ourselves. Patrols have been going out 4 times at random intervals daily. We have found a good ol' Mt. Id gun store and have convinced the paranoid store owner to let us gear up in return for asylum at our compound.

((MT!))
The bank vault was emptied of cash. All the cash was sealed and locked away from everyone. Each dollar was accounted for and everyone who had anything to do with it was searched, searched and searched again before being sworn to secrecy of the location of the cash and bonds. It was now used as storage and a panic room. All of the survivors could fit into it, all be it uncomfortably. At least the civilian ones.

Food is no longer an issue for humans. A nearby grocery store provided everything needed and in good stock.


Tom's solution to Will's dilemma came in the form of a meat packing plant. Tom explained that if he imagined the giant swinging pieces of beef to be human torso's, the familiar taste would help the psychological hunger and the meat would actually help sate his physical hunger as well. The meat was set out to warm in the sun to give it that warm people temperature. Now Will can easily walk the five miles and feed when necessary without disgusting the rest of the humans and without the reproach of onlookers.

Tom had suggested the use of tape to differentiate roles for the soldiers, regular infantry had a band of duct tape around their right arm, snipers wore black electrical tape, and leaders wore 100mph tape. This way pissing contests were few and far between. While they were all disciplined soldiers pissing contests were inevitable when two or more nations militaries came together to play.

Tom, Mike, Zy, and Richards deciphered the orders Tom had received and inferred that they were to 'single handedly' eliminate the threat with what resources they had on hand, containment within 80 days was 'Mission Complete', they didn't expect fluke air drops from Mt. Id this time. It was all out war against a known enemy. Not the exact enemy but a known one none the less. The tactics would be the same and the goal was the same.

We find ourselves in another day of patrolling and scavenging. The bank is now very heavily fortified. Sheet steal, and other barrier material had been scavenged from all around. The Bank was quickly becoming all that the Reason's building had not been. It was comfortable, they had beds, PC's and Xboxes lan lined to each other. Internet and porn were the only things they were missing, and the Mt. Id government was at least smart enough to blanket the area with some kind of jammer for all transmission in our out.

Tom finds himself on a patrol with five other soldiers when...

When A Super Zed appears on the rooftop of a building to the left of his patrol.

NOW! He calls on what is the same as his all hands channel for his telepathy. Hordes of Basics and Brutes appear from every alley and cut the patrol off from retreat to the rear. They are completely surrounded, but for some strange reason they don't attack. The Super leaps from the roof to the ground and uses his telekinesis to levitate towards the ground. He lands and approaches the stunned patrol men. "What have we here?" He asked in a laughing voice. "Fresh meat? Or maybe a special opportunity..." He thought out loud. "What do you say? He asked looking directly at one of the men. The man raised his weapon to try and fire.

"Wrong answer." The Super said and in an instant the man was paralyzed and held in place by the Super's mind. The super calmly reached forward and plucked the man's head off and tossed the body to his hordes who immediately pounced and devoured the man. The Super then tossed the head like a basketball and looked at the others. "Anyone else want to answer?" He asked with an evil grin on his face.

Ziyo sat in one of the offices of the bank, poring over one of the tourist maps that they have in just about every government owned building.
Damn. This city is too big for the unit we have on hand.
After they left the complex, 8 more of his soldiers had fallen from combat, leaving him only 7 of his original soldiers left. Now they were armed with their issued katanas, and an assortment of weapons from the gun shop.

Tom put a hand out to stop the other soldiers from reacting. Usually people don't think in a situation like this usually people put they're backs to one another and unload until they're out of ammo and get devoured. ((See the scene in the Rock where the Seals get smoked))

Tom watched as the soldier that had stood directly to his left only a moment before was torn to bits in front of him. He sat down on the pavement cross legged and pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. All his actions cool, calm and collected completely betraying the tsunami of emotions inside. He regarded the SZ and drew a circle in the dust as large as a Buick hub cap and a line on either side and patted the ground on the opposing side.

"Lets have a chat. You call off your boys, I'll call off mine and we'll sit down like we run this bitch." Tom put a cigarette in the circle facing the SZ as a peace offering.

Ben stood behind Tom. It had been hectic but the fight had stalled. Tom was staring down the super zed while Ben kept his sights trained on nearby zombies. "What are you doing?"

Meta Force:

Leader: Al Guereriz
A dissident scientist from a leading research institute in Mt. Id. He was doing research on improving the human race like increased toughness, higher metabolism, etc. His research was funded by the government until it was discovered he was using live humans in his experiments but labeling them as "highly developed monkeys". His research was promptly terminated and his license was revoked. He left in a flurry of scandal and was not heard from again...at least until Meta Force showed up.

Meta Force: A rouge group of scientist who operate outside the law supposedly for the "benefit of humanity". They use live humans that they kidnap and drag to their centers to run tests and experiments on while attempting to increase a human's lifespan, energy, or any number of things. The government of Mt. Id has constantly tried to hunt down this rouge group but every time one center gets shut down another crops up that hadn't been there.

Current Stats:
Suspected Followers: Unknown
Suspected Ranking leaders: 10
Apprehended to Date: 1,153

"This is the report the boys in the ministry of intelligence compilled on them sir."

"Alright" said the Prime Minster "That information is now top secret. Mark it as classified after you fax it to Mt. Id. and then take it and have it stored."

"yessir!"

((UD There's no way you could see Tom and the others. We're a couple miles away shielded from your vision by buildings and terrain.))

Tom swung his head around from the sitting position to look Ben in the eyes.

"Well Ben, We're out numbered 20 to 1 it looks like, 30 to 1 counting the Brutes and I don't know about you but if I have even a chance to sit and negotiate rather than loose another life I'll do it to save my soldiers, which is what you are at this moment; my soldiers, my one responsibility in this world. Now turn around slowly, sling your weapons at the low ready and start to egress slowly back to base. I'll either be fine or I'll be dead, either way you'll still be alive and able to rectify the situation some other way. And we'll know for sure, if it goes South, that you can't negotiate. If it doesn't well we'll know we can sit down and talk like rational beings and find a compromise." Tom returned his gaze to the SZ and waited for his move. His soldiers began to lower their weapons and take slow steps backwards.

Wow I totally spelled were wrong. Kind of embarrassing, anyway I deleted that post Telz so no need to worry about that.

John turned a corner and saw Tom, Ben and others fighting off zombies. "Oh crap, I jumped into this at the wrong time didn't I?" asked John raising his M4 and firing it.

(I'll ignore 101's post for now. lol)

The Super Zed smiled. This one has some sense in it. he thought and sat down, declining the smoke but acknowledging the symbolism. "I know we probably all look like monsters to you perfect, unchanged humans, but to be honest, what we have become is far better than what you are. We are stronger, more resilient, and of course have new found powers. The only downside, of course, is our requirement of normal human flesh to survive. Trust me, i tried eating regular food again and I nearly threw it all up. It just doesn't work for us anymore. But I also know that here in this town there is a very limited number of food sources, one of which is your little band. So you have two options, we can either eat you and all your friends back home and live as long as we can on that, or you can help us find a way to fix this lust in exchange for your safety. The group that caused all of this also has the cure tucked away in their little bunker.

Unfortunately, this "cure" of theirs is more a kill switch, which is something we don't want. What we want is for you to go in there, get that fix, and find the damn scientists who started all this and get them to remove only what we want them to remove. Basically, its a win win. You live, we get what we want. Sound fair enough?"

Tom picked up the cigarette with a nod and considered the proposal. By now his team was almost back to the base and relaying the situation. Hopefully Zy would send out a Recon team opposed to an assault team or an SKT.

"I'm kind of used to it by now. Your appearance isn't as different or strange now as it initially was. Also, pardon the terminology, you sitting down and being willing to negotiate with me 'humanizes' you far more than you think. Not just an enemy, but another living breathing person ((FIND THAT QUOTE! HA!)). If you don't mind I need a second to think."

Tom quickly got lost in contemplation with his sardonic inner voice ((See Vertical Run (http://amapedia.amazon.com/view/Vertical+Run/id=475448))):
. The intuition was back again. Something told him to guard his thoughts but not too carefully. ((See Vertical Run (http://amapedia.amazon.com/view/Vertical+Run/id=475448))):

Option 1: Pretend to look for a lighter and pull the pins on all four of my grenades and hope the thing can't read my mind. No, he paralyzed the other guy before he got a shot off.Not a good plan.

Option 2: Take a platoon out to find this lab in conjunction with Z forces, using Will as an "interpreter" get the gene-segmenter or whatever he is looking for and get them what they want. Making them not only almost immortal, stronger, and more powerful than any normal person, and giving them alleviation from they're 'addiction'. In hope that they wont just go nuts and try to rule the world. Maybe.

Option 3: Say no. Dump a round in the side of your head and just be done with all this bullshit... Or revert to Option 1. No, at least not yet. I still haven't found the liqueur store.

Option 4: Stall for time until I can have a meeting with the others and maybe we can figure out a better 'win win' where a new evolution doesn't just kill the old one out right.Maybe, we'll see. Boyscout. You're still alive aren't you? ...

"Okay, did you get all that or can you not read minds directly, only surface information? I would lean more towards 4, with a little more of a lean toward 2. But I want to make something clear upfront. I'm not leaving here without retribution for your abrupt actions on my squad. You fix that and I'll deal with my people."

-snip-

OOC: I'm also quoting all of Telz's posts from the Super Zed appearing on, but I can't use multiquote on this computer and I'm too lazy.

IC:

William watched in silence as the super zed destroyed one of the men, making sure to shield his thoughts from the zed, but not before sending off this message mentally. Is this what we have become, brother, marauders of the humans? You know as well as I that if we kill them all, then more will not come and we will starve. It will surely be in our interested to keep them alive so they breed. William hid his true sentiments, trying to sound businesslike. We must let some of them survive, if only to breed, no matter what we do. Unless we do manage to find a cure that rids us of this horrid side effect. He turned to walk around to Tom, watching him intently and shielding his thoughts from the zombies. Wow... he is unbelievable under pressure. An absolute genius. He paused. Excellent, Tom, excellent, he spoke mentally to him, just a little whisper in the back of his mind. You may be playing into his hands, but that's the only thing you can do if you want to survive. William moved up a little so he stood right next to Tom, on his right side, and waited to see how the super zed would react.

John turned a corner and saw Tom, Ben and others fighting off zombies. "Oh crap, I jumped into this at the wrong time didn't I?" asked John raising his M4 and firing it.
OOC: This never happened.

IC:
A few men came running towards the encampment. The sentries at the entrance trained their guns on the men until they realized they were human.
After quickly telling their story, one of the soldiers took the message to Ziyo.
"Alright then. Go get Sgt. Kenkon." Ziyo said to the man who ran off, returning a few minutes later with the Sgt.
"Sir?" Kenkon said saluting. Ziyo returned the salute before saying
"Sgt. I'm taking a few men out. Gather a few of the fastest and best shots."
"But sir, are you sure you want to leave the protection of the base?"
"Yes. I'm not willing to risk the lives of those under my command."
"But sir..."
Kenkon cut off his sentence after a stern look from his CO.
"Right away sir." he said, hurrying off to gather a team.

A few minutes later, and Ziyo had left the base with Ben, and a few others.

OOC2: Remember 101, Ben is under Ziyo's command

ooc: KENAVT!!! STOP HACKING MY ACCOUNT!!!

Kagetora;14433840']OOC: This never happened.

IC:
A few men came running towards the encampment. The sentries at the entrance trained their guns on the men until they realized they were human.
After quickly telling their story, one of the soldiers took the message to Ziyo.
"Alright then. Go get Sgt. Kenkon." Ziyo said to the man who ran off, returning a few minutes later with the Sgt.
"Sir?" Kenkon said saluting. Ziyo returned the salute before saying
"Sgt. I'm taking a few men out. Gather a few of the fastest and best shots."
"But sir, are you sure you want to leave the protection of the base?"
"Yes. I'm not willing to risk the lives of those under my command."
"But sir..."
Kenkon cut off his sentence after a stern look from his CO.
"Right away sir." he said, hurrying off to gather a team.

A few minutes later, and Ziyo had left the base with Ben, and a few others.

OOC2: Remember 101, Ben is under Ziyo's command

Richards saw all the commotion and ran out to join Ziyo as he was leaving. "Well seeing as your my commander what do you want me and Jimmy to do sir?"

"Honestly? I want you to stay behind. If Tom and I die, the survivor camp still needs a leader to rally behind. After observing you over the last couple of weeks, I see you're actually more competent than I am at ground operations, and will be needed in the defense of the base if things go astray."

Kagetora;14433932']"Honestly? I want you to stay behind. If Tom and I die, the survivor camp still needs a leader to rally behind. After observing you over the last couple of weeks, I see you're actually more competent than I am at ground operations, and will be needed in the defense of the base if things go astray."

"Aye sir I'll see if I can't do something with our radio so we can stay in contact." With That Richards back to base.

"Richards, I think I found a way to fix the radio," said John coming out of a room with batteries and a tool kit.

"Good. And no need to call me sir." said Ziyo, turning around and continuing to walk.

OOC: I'm also quoting all of Telz's posts from the Super Zed appearing on, but I can't use multiquote on this computer and I'm too lazy.

IC:

William watched in silence as the super zed destroyed one of the men, making sure to shield his thoughts from the zed, but not before sending off this message mentally. Is this what we have become, brother, marauders of the humans? You know as well as I that if we kill them all, then more will not come and we will starve. It will surely be in our interested to keep them alive so they breed. William hid his true sentiments, trying to sound businesslike. We must let some of them survive, if only to breed, no matter what we do. Unless we do manage to find a cure that rids us of this horrid side effect. He turned to walk around to Tom, watching him intently and shielding his thoughts from the zombies. Wow... he is unbelievable under pressure. An absolute genius. He paused. Excellent, Tom, excellent, he spoke mentally to him, just a little whisper in the back of his mind. You may be playing into his hands, but that's the only thing you can do if you want to survive. William moved up a little so he stood right next to Tom, on his right side, and waited to see how the super zed would react.

About that... change it to this:

OOC: I'm also quoting all of Telz's posts from the Super Zed appearing on, but I can't use multiquote on this computer and I'm too lazy.

IC:

William watched in silence as the super zed destroyed one of the men, making sure to shield his thoughts from the zed, but not before sending off this message mentally. Is this what we have become, brother, marauders of the humans? You know as well as I that if we kill them all, then more will not come and we will starve. It will surely be in our interested to keep them alive so they breed. William hid his true sentiments, trying to sound businesslike. We must let some of them survive, if only to breed, no matter what we do. Unless we do manage to find a cure that rids us of this horrid side effect. He turned to walk around to Tom, watching him intently and shielding his thoughts from the zombies. Wow... he is unbelievable under pressure. An absolute genius. He paused. Excellent, Tom, excellent, he spoke mentally to him, just a little whisper in the back of his mind. You may be playing into his hands, but that's the only thing you can do if you want to survive. William moved up a little so he stood right next to Tom, on his right side, and waited to see how the super zed would react.

I accidentally used 101st's account (long story). But I switched computers so I can multiquote now!

ooc: KENAVT!!! STOP HACKING MY ACCOUNT!!!
Sorry about that.

ooc:asshole

ooc: This is going to cause problems

IC: "Alright John lets see what you got." Said Richards "How far can that thing broadcast?"

"Well, um, with what I have here, I can probably broadcast at half a mile, but weak connection, for a strong connection, we would have to cut it down to 300 yards, so we're talking about short distance calls, and the batteries are pretty strong so that'll probably help us out," said John getting to work on the radio right away.
ooc: Kenavt is my RL friend so I can kill him if I walk 3 feet over.

After an hour or so of toil, John finally got the thing to work.

"Sir! I've got this thing to work," John went over to Richards and handed him the radio.

"That's great!" exclaimed Richards. "What if we want to talk to someone out of country?"qestioned Jimmy who just walked over. "Is there any way you know of that we could increase the distance?" Richards continued on by saying "How can we get all these men around here to be able to hear what we broadcast?"

"Um... This is a short range radio, I could try to make a makeshift long range one that could go out for 100 miles max. But I could make about 5 of these with the materials I have, I have an amateur radio call sign that goes with its own channel. So if we could get enough portable radios around, I'm talking the civilian kind and broadcast on my channel, we could give orders, but this comes with its flaws. They cant give us status reports." said John.

"Ok we'll worry about long distance radio's later" said Richards "You've done a good job for now." Walking over to the Soldiers Richards shouted "Ok you guys I know I'm not your regular commander but inorder for everyone to be able to work more effectively we need to find some regular radios that civilians would use. So I need everyone here to form groups and split up and see if they can find an electronics store or any place they might have portable radios on them. If you can't find anything then report back here within half an hour. John, Jimmy you two are with me lets go. Oh John what kind of weapon do you have your bound to need one before all of this is over."

John held up his AA-12 to show Richards," I'm good, and I have an AUG bullup for longer range"

With that, John jogged off into the night.

"Ok we'll worry about long distance radio's later" said Richards "You've done a good job for now." Walking over to the Soldiers Richards shouted "Ok you guys I know I'm not your regular commander but inorder for everyone to be able to work more effectively we need to find some regular radios that civilians would use. So I need everyone here to form groups and split up and see if they can find an electronics store or any place they might have portable radios on them. If you can't find anything then report back here within half an hour. John, Jimmy you two are with me lets go. Oh John what kind of weapon do you have your bound to need one before all of this is over."

OOC: Where are you guys? Like, how far away from Tom/Telz and the zombies?

ooc: somewhere in the base.

ooc: somewhere in the base.

ooc: I thought we were wherever Ziyo was last. I assumed that was outside the base somewhere.

out of your range kenny.

Well the base is just a building (a bank) so you're either in or outside of the bank.

I'm outside now.

Ben prepared for the journey, scavenging extra clips from fallen soldiers and food. "How far is this place anyway?"

The Super had heard his thoughts but only a slight hint of them. More of a feeling than an actual string of words. Troubling...apparently humans can resist us....

Then he looked at Tom. "First off, no retribution. What would you have done had one of us attempted to kill one of you? And I would suggest you follow the fourth option. I'm pretty sure you can't make a decision for your whole group. Of course, know that if you decide to try and hole up inside your little bunker, we can starve you out much faster than we'll starve. We have other sources of food."

He then stood up. "So you now have two options. Go back to your people and talk about our little deal, or die here now and doom all your fellows. Which do you choose?" he said and instantly the forces crowded forward as if they were just waiting for him to choose to die.

"Um... probaly 500 yards from hear, long walk, maybe we can hijack a van or a F-150," joked John and then motioned for Ben and the others to follow him.

ooc: um... my guy and the others were going to the electronics store LOL!

ooc: um... my guy and the others were going to the electronics store LOL!

That hurts.

"Here" said Richards throwing a 357 magnum as the group walked down the street "it's my most favorite gun so don't let anything happen to it." The street was deathly silent and rubble was everywhere. Trying to break the silance Jimmy said to John "So how did you end up all the way out here with these zombies?"

"I got transfered to a base here. It was crap, when the zombies arrived, the base got infected and I had one hell of a time fighting off those guys, they all got butchered," said John.