NationStates Jolt Archive

Valerie was a resident of the city of Benson. It had a population of 120,000 and was quite a sizable city. Landlocked and surrounding by the Jenson Mountains and national Park with one highway leading south out of the city and a Tunnel leading North out of the City.

............................................TIMELINE OF EVENTS................................

13th May 2009: Media reports crime spree over Benson City with police being overwhelmed with assualt and murder cases

14th May 2009: Police begin to bring in extra police from neighboring cities to help with break in's, assualt and murder cases and vandalism around the city

15th May 2009: There is an incident at the hospital where assualt patients begin attacking the doctors

16th May 2009: Car crash's become common and disorder begins to happen at all times of the day

17th May 2009: the hospital is under siege by the patients. many doctors begin to flee and report the hospital is no longer a safe place to go

18th May 2009: the city goverment quarantine the hospital and declare it can no longer operate under these conditions and officialy closes down. The City government also impose Martial law and the military is put on alert and begin a blockade of the town

19th May 2009: The Streets are declared Unsafe and the government issues a list of "Safe Zones" such as the Police station, Stadium and the Recreation Center as well as the Benson High School

20th May 2009: It becomes clear that the disorder is not rioting civilians but an infection which causes the victim to turn insane and canabilistic. Uninfected civilians begin to slowly get evacuated

21st May 2009: local Media stop reporting and no new information is being released on Radio or TV. the Highschool and Recreation center are declared UNSAFE as they have been overrun. That is the last message released before all media stopped reporting

22nd May 2009: PRESENT DAY

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(OOC: This is a Character RP. think up a character and then jump right into the city and try to survive and escape. Just think resident evil type zombies. shot to the head kills instantly, 24 hours to transform. syptoms in order in which they occur are pale skin at first, sweating, losing vision and focus, vomiting, Gangrene, fall in and out of consiousness and finally fall into a comba only to wake up half an hour later as an insane crazied zombie)

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Valerie looked in her cupboard and rumaged around for something to eat. She had locked herself in her apartment since the 18th May and had to live with listening to the blood curdling screams of her neighbors as they were killed by the infected. As well as listen with the screams of victims on the streets, the infected's unsettling groan and the sound of a distant explosion or car crash or police siren somewhere in the city.

Which is why her Ipod quickly became her best friend in those first few days of self imposed quarantine.

Valerie tied up her blond, thick wavy hair into a pony tail to keep it off her face and zipped up her black leather jacket. She knew sometime or another she would have to venture out of her apartment for food or to escape. The banging at her front door had stopped a couple of hours earlier but she wasnt going to get out that way. It was blocked anyway due to her moving most of the living room furnature infront of it

She opened her curtains. Columns of smoke were rising from certain areas of the city, on the street below it was bothing but smashed in car's, dead bodies and some lumbering zombies walking down the street in a small group. The only reason she picked this time to leave her apartment was becuase it was the sunniest day they had so far and the daytime made her feel a little bit safer.

She opened her window and made her way down a fire escape. She was armed with her kitchen broom. It was weak but the best should could do. While proceeding down the fire escape she looked into the windows of what use to be her neihbors houses. most of the possesions were missing as people tried to abandon the city, some apartments had blood stains all up the walls. She tried not to look into them for too long.

Finally she jumped on a car, just below the ladder. She would easily be able to climb back up.

Valerie made her way cautiously down the ruined streets of the city.

"aaaaaa! Get away from me!" screamed a teenage girl further up the street

Valerie stepped back and kneeled next to a car to see what was happening

The young girl ran to the otherside of the street, fleeing a group of 4 zombies. when the young girl got to the otherside of the street she jumped over a fence and into an allyway. There was silence for a few minutes before hearing the blood curdling scream of the girl.

'there must of been more in the ally, poor girl' Valerie back tracked a small distance and turned down another long street, maybe she would encounter another survivor.......

It was bright outside, The sun was shining through the thick blinds... Connor daniels, a young charming man, mixed race (Caribbean) with a good dress sense sat in his apartment the D.I.S had supplied to him for his business, The young suited man, had come to the city of Benson to do one thing, an assasination, The well groomed Government Agent was a trained Assasin..

Despite being a natural killer, he was very nervous, obviously nothing like this had happened to him before, he kept his composure as he heard gut renching screams coming from the corridoor... As he loaded his Glock 17 and slipped it into his brown leather shoulder holster, he slipped on his expensive suit jacket...

He searched inside his jacketpocket.. and found the two whitegold diamond studs his girlfriend had bought him for their anniversary, he wasnt allowed to wear them on the job, but he wore them anyway believing they had always brought him luck... He checked the time on his movado watch, His phone reception was down... The D.I.S would figure he had failed and was dead he guessed...

This was it with one look in the mirror he decided, it was time to find away out of this damn city...

Straightening his tie, he acted like any true gentleman of D.I would...

Removing the barracades from the apartment entrance, he pulled out his Glock 17c cocked it back and opened the door slowly.. Looking out into the corridoor there was nothing but blood stains...

He heard someone outside the building screaming for help in the distance... but connor wasnt going to risk it, His Black Audi A4 Quatrro sat outside in a parking bay...

He got to the exit of the building before seeing the receptionist he had spent a night with, chewing on the security guards neck...

"Glad she wasnt that rough with me" connor said with a quiet chuckle...

The woman heard his laugh, as she stood from the corpse she had been feeding from her pale eyes stared right through connors,

connor raised his gun and fired, one bullet to the head, Agent daniels had decided it was smarter to leave the silencer off his gun, for the hope other survivors would hear

As he stept outside he saw his Audi unfortunally It was destroyed

Eric Delon walked around the street, keeping his hands close to his pistol he bought a year earlier, a Desert Eagle. Eric looked around the streets, no zombies to be seen. he had to find a safe place to go, perhaps that diner on the end of the street. he went towards the diner, carefully looking around.
"Not a single form of life." he slowly said. He looked through the window of the Diner, it was empty except for a few dead bodies. He looked around again and saw someone running from a zombie. Eric Delon saw the man passing him, the zombie was right after him. Eric pulled out his gun quickly and shot the zombie several times in the head. it fell on the ground with a last roar, a frightening sound it was. The man was nowhere to be found, Eric saved his life but the man did not even come back to thank him. Eric Lighted a cigarrete and walked further, still trying to find a good place to go to. He should have never went on a vacation here. the Stadium was still not declared unsafe, he remembered the media transmissions. He had a plan, get to the Stadium, Alive. of course that would be easier said than done.

If the Apocolypse happened...
If Hell broke loose...
If the dead walked the Earth...
You'd think they'd bloody cancel work.
Kerstin Kreine (http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z107/Kain1235/1232151590733-1.jpg) grumbled to herself as she checked her gun, a semi-automatic Wolven (http://olivedrab.cachefly.net/pistol_m9_500.jpg) pistol. My luck to get dumped in a shithole and then for the shithole to go George Romero on me. She stood up, tucked the gun into her trousers and checked her rations.
Fuck.
She then peeked through a gap in the boards covering the windows. Apart from abandoned cars and corpses, the street was clear. Opening the door, she tapped the star painted in white paint on the door, one of her little rituals, for luck. She started off towards the diner to scavenge any supplies that were left, pistol in hands, walking as quietly as possible.

OOC: Short, crappy post. I'll write the backstory later. Essentially, shes a Intelligence Service agent and they're still in radio contact with her, refusing extraction until she can get a live sample. Expect to be live bait. :D

(OOC: Thats the most amazing space buddy :D)

Connor crept towards his wrecked audi... "Fucking typical" he said as he noticed the tyres were flat... "For fuck sake! come on!" he yelled kicking the car, connor heard a disturbing groan round the corner of the apartment block,

A mutilated zombie stumbled round the corner... Connor smirked at the pathetic creature, Raised his glock 17 and with one trigger tap the creature slumped to the floor, completely lifeless...

The young Governemnt assasin looked around, nobody was in sight, he saw an advertisement for the Benson city Stadium, remembering it had been listed as a safe spot, he decided to make his way.

(OOC: Dont expect them often :p Also it is 0037 here so please excuse the crapiness of this post)

Gareth Evans was in his early 20s, he was athletic, physically fit and well trained. Those atributes had made him perfect for the task ahead... Escape from this hell hole.He had short, slightly spiked blonde hair, a clean shaven face, darkice blue eyes and a pale skin tone. The only clothes he know wares is his Black and grey camo Combats,Black and crimson combat jacket, a Linkin Park t-shirt and his combat boots. However he always keeps his Crimison beret placed firmly on his head and his satchel on his back.

Gareth had been Wolf Hold Marine on leave in the city of Benson. When the city had started going to hell he hadn't beeen worried, being a Marine he was used to civil disturbance, however on the 18th of May he had then become worried so he decided to go to the Wolf Hold embassy. He had entered the country off a passing Wolf Hold Navy ship and was expected to report to the Wolf Hold embassy in that nation to effectivly book in with some authority, he himself had liked the freedom of having no one watching over him so he hadn't reported to the embassy untill it was too late. When he arrived at the embassy on the 19th he had found it hastily evacuated. He had forced himself into the armory which had been mostly looted except for a M9 Pistol and a few clips of ammuntion.


Present Day
Standing just inside the flats entrance Gareth placed his beret on his head and un-holstered his M9. He rembered hearing that the stadium was a safe zone, so he was going to try and make his way there, hopefully he would meet a few more people on the way. He slipped out the front door and began to quickly move down the street in the direction of the stadium.

Valerie continued down the road. There were 4 police cars parked long ways across this particular street to form a makeshift barricade. Blood and guts were everywhere. However there was only a couple of dead police lying around the street. The other policemen must of succumbed to the infection and made there way to other parts of the city, joining the hoard of infected.

Valerie made here way to the police cars

"Oh thankgod" she chucked her broom pole away and grabbed a handgun from one of the dead police man. His guts had been ripped out, she tried not to vomit and quickly backed away from the body once she had the gun. She then rumaged around the police car for some bullets which she found. She stuffed 2 handgun clips into her pockets.

She also saw a radio. She tried to turn it on. all she got was static then she spoke into it and her voice could be heard coming out of a nearby radio

"what?" she grabbed the other radio and stuffed both of them into her pocket. She could give a radio to another survivor to keep in contact.

"Hey..... you over there!" said a man from the backseat of a police car

"Oh my god! are you ok?" she said running over to him

she opend the back seat and slumped out of his seat and onto the road. He had a bloody wound on his stomache

"Get to the Police Station.... Its the only safe place left!" he said

"What do you mean? what about the Stadium!?"

"You can try for a stadium.... but.... last I heard its a makeshift refugee camp.... hundreds of wounded are there waiting for rescue... This... This infection is passed on by bites... The police station may be slightly better. You have a better chance of survival there.... Now go!"

"What about you!?"

"I'm injured, There isnt much time left for me.... just GO!"

Valerie backed away and quickly made her way out of the street.. moments later she heard one single gunshot coming from the police car with the wounded man

There used to be three types of people in Benson: heroes who get shot, criminals who get thrown in jail, and innocents waiting to be kidnapped. That was in the old days, before the outbreak. Now it was one type. Those things walking around, pretending to be alive, weren't people. They were more like animals. Everything that people used to be, crooks, heroes, everyday people, that was all gone. And people would have to realize that if they were going to survive this...

Patrick Bedel had seen nothing but war and violence and death his whole life. He'd been born right after World War Two, to a Jew who'd survived Auschwitz, and an American solider. He was disgusted at the things that had been done to his mother's people, but he thought that war and hatred would be behind him when he and his mother moved to America, at the age of 5. But his father had been killed by a white supremacist group for being 'too friendly' with the black community, and his mother was driven to suicide when Patrick was 15. He fell off the grid, drifting from town to town, until 'Nam, where he was drafted, and then given a permanent limp from Charlie. He had came to Benson in '97, still homeless, still wandering, still stealing for food.

Street life had been surprisingly good to a half-crippled, orphaned, part-Jewish homeless man. He was in good shape for someone eating out of dumpsters and begging for change. Every week, he'd hit up a local retail store, and rob them blind. On this one particular night, Patrick had been running from a local Wal-mart, his jacket stuffed with stolen products, when he been attacked by what was once a man. The man had a look in his eyes like no other, and he fought like a bitch. Patrick took a deep and painful bite in the hand, before deciding to make a run for it.

The most common known rule about this situation is that the strongest survive, fighters survive and the weak die. You see it in the movies all the time, the people who are unwilling to kill human faces or try and cling to their humanity are killed quickly in a unforgiving world.

The Reality for me is quite the opposite, before the outbreak I was a Professor of History in the Benson University and didn't have a gun or any weapon to my name and only survived by sheer luck. Every night until I found the bunker I managed to find a room in some house to hide in and when a Zombie came after me I was quick to run.

I would of headed to my house but what I saw of my family was not a pleasant site, funny enough I had a metal pipe and should of killed them but I couldn't. I looked at my wife hazel yet dead eyes and couldn't hit her head in so I ran for my life.

Over the walls were cold war propaganda posters, I had locked myself in 2 days ago and I was not bloody leaving until I absolutely had too. Food to last me a month so I had plenty of time and enough drugs to leave me stoned and asleep through most of it. They were mostly hallucinogens which in the current situation was a natural comfort, I made sure to not take anything that would make me hungry or as stoners would call it 'munchies'

My name is Benjamin Ian Crow or as my friends called me 'BIC'

((OOC: this is based on a character I made during a resident evil roleplay, he might seem worthless but the idea is he has secrets which gives him hidden strengths. For example he ends up being a pretty good shot with a rifle))

Connor checked his clip holsters all three around his armani belt were full, For a D.I.S Agent he had always been about fashion and looks, he had always considered himself A Younger, Fresher and Mixed Caribbean James bond... Except he was no intellegnce agent, more of a Jason bourne a Government Assasain, Joining the Military on the I.S.D.I Program at 5yrs old and Taken from his parents, Connor Made special forces at 16yrs old, he graduated top of his Assasination classes, Youngest in his class, The terms were he would earn 200,000per year and have a social life, only working when a Government Hit was wanted, if he ever spoke about his career though the government would kill him before he could realised what he had done.

Connor walked down an abandoned street nothing but human remains layed in the streets, the sun shining in connors eyes, forced him to pull his Ray bans out of his inside jacket pocket and slip them on... (This guy looked more of a poser rather than an agent)

Just then as he pulled his Glock17 back out of his shoulder holster, he remmebred the locker... in the bank, It held his various items which could be handy... 20minutes and 2 Zombies later Connor Arrived at Benson City Bank,

Entering the building Glock Loaded, he found it unusual that the bank was actually unlocked and desserted...

He approached a lift which would take him to a safety deposit area. This was all too easy everything had been left open right up an till he got to his locker... as he opened the locker he heard the loading of a gun, "Put your hands up!" said a nervous security guard... "Are you human!?" he shouted

"Yes!" Connor said back
"Bitten!?" Questioned the security guard
"No!" Connor laughed "Just put down your gun before you make a mistake" Said connor calmly
"Why who are you"
"I'm a government agent, Check my pocket the I.D's there"

The security guard grabbed for his I.D and within second he had been disarmed and was on the floor with a gun to his head..

"Dont shoot please!" Cried the Guard
"Dont worry I wouldnt waste the ammo" connor said standing up and showing his ID to the guard, "Were on the same side, so dont be stupid"

The security guard nodded, relieved he wasnt dead.

Connor opened the locker in it were two breifcases, one contating all the neccesary components for the USG-50 Ultor Sniper Rifle, including the rifle, and the other containing, Another Glock 17 with silencer, a Mobile phone and mounted laser sight for the Glock, a few pointless things such as a passport and money were also in the case...

Packing the items back into the cases and chucking one to the security guard, connor exited the building the security guard following closly next to him..

"where are we going!?" questioned the security guard
"Whats your name?" asked Connor
"Dave" Replied the Security guard,
"Well Dave were heading for the Stadium" Connor replied "Its a Safe Zone"
"Ok, sir" Said the 19yr old security guard
"Dave im 20yrsold, not 40 call me connor"

"The stadiums quicker if we go this way" said dave "Pointing to a bridge across a river"

Taking Daves advice connor and dave headed for the stadium over the bridge

Eric Delon was still walking towards the Stadium, he thought about the man he saw earlier, he saved his life. but just how long would it take before his life would be in danger again, Eric wouldn't be there, the man would die. Eric blew smoke out of his mouth and said by himself. "I really should stop smoking" He went further. He went into a back alley. "This way should be shorter." He looked on the ground and he noticed a dead body on the ground, a crow flew away with an eye in its beak. Eric took a closer look and noticed that the man was bitten, a gun was in the hands of the dead body. "He must have shot himself" Eric whispered. He started running through the alley when he heard someone screaming. He quickly pulled out his gun and went for the place where the screaming came from. He saw a woman standing on top of a dumpster trying to fight a group of zombies. "Hold on in there!" Eric yelled. He shot the zombies in the head. 1 zombie fell on the ground but the others went after Eric. Eric saw some barrels. he picked one barrel up and rolled it at the zombies. the zombies fell on the ground. Eric quickly shot the zombies.
"Madam, are you okay?" he asked to the woman "have you been bitten?"
The woman came down from the dumpster. "No, thank you for helping me. who are you?" "My name is Eric" He replied "And you are?" The woman said "I am Alex." "Well lets get you out of here Alex" Eric said "i am going to the stadium, the media did not yet say that it was unsafe to go so i think that there are still people alive over there." Alex said "Okay, do you know where it is then?" Eric said "yes, i have went to a football match there 2 weeks ago i can still remember the location" Alex responded: "Okay, but i think we should rest somewhere here now, its getting dark soon." Eric nodded "That is right, lets check that appartment over there" Eric and Alex went across the street to the appartment. "The door is locked!" Eric said. he pulled out his desert eagle and shot the lock open. "Okay we're in" They both went inside, the lights were flickering and there was blood on the ground. "Stay behind me" Eric said to Alex, looking into her blue eyes. They went carefully, they saw a dead police officer in the hallway. "Not good" Eric whispered. They both carefully opened a door into one of the appartment residences. There were no signs of life, nor signs of death. "I think we are safe in here" Eric said, "i'll check if there are any zombies in here" He looked through the residence, no zombies. He blocked the door with a chair. Alex was in the kitchen "There is enough food for us to stay in here overnight." "Good" Eric said, "then lets rest untill tomorrow."

Erica Peterson picked her head up from the couch in her apartment, her eyes darting back and fourth. Picking herself up, she skulked over to the window, moving the curtains away with her hand. It seemed like all hell was breaking loose. Overturned cars, dead bodies, ruined buildings. Yep, it was just like one of them horror movies she used to watch like crazy. In her mid-twenties, Erica is an Angenterian exchange student from the local university, majoring in biology. Or was, at least. She didn't think she would be going back to school now, at this rate.

She went over her options in her head. She was alone, and her apartment had enough supplies to last for a few days. Maybe. If the last news report she'd heard was true, then she probably didn't want to be alone for a long time. But leaving the safety of her apartment would mean getting herself into all sorts of hell that can possibly (and probably) kill her. Deducing that she had to leave the apartment sooner or later, so decided to make it sooner. Crossing over to her bedroom, she kicked open the green footlocker at the foot of her bed. She knelt down to examine the contents. A black uniform lay inside, along with a picture of herself with a bunch of other similarly-dressed people. As an Angenterian, she had spent her mandatory two years of service in the Imperial Guard, before deciding she wanted to go back to school. She reached in, and picked out the holstered pistol. She had been adamant about not letting anybody touch this thing for a reason. She slid a clip in, and rammed the slide, glad of the satisfying click noise it made. She wondered how many people would've messed with her if they knew where she was from.

Grabbing what supplies she could, she stalked into the living room once again. A constant banging noise could be heard from the door, and the sound of splintering wood from the other side. Before she could raise her weapon, the door broke inwards, and a zombie stumbled in. Moaning and screeching something horrible, it stumbled toward Erica. Moving quickly, she delivered it a roundhouse kick to the face, sending it sprawling backwards, where it lay still. A quick gunshot to the face finished it off.

She stepped out into the hallway, and made for the fire escape.

Walking through a backalley, the walls of which were lined with blood and scratch marks, she heard a familar sound. A crackling, followed by a number of unclear Templarian words. She took the radio off her belt and flicked it into sending.
"Repeat, I didn't catch that." There was a pause, a sigh, and then the message repeated again.
"Pay more attention. Command is already pissed with you, ekeas. Ra sa swy zsokeit, es'z o zoby zhas. Bilswyl alkylz afpy uai'ly swyly. Ofryd ais." The feed dissolved away into static, throwing Kerstin back into the silence, broke occasionally by gunshots and groaning.
"Right. Command is so helpful. The bast-" She spun around and jumped backwards, dodging a swipe from a zombie. Most of it's face had been blown off, only the top jaw remaining of it's mouth, rendering it mute and therefore even more dangerous. Unholstering her pistol, she aimed at the things head and pulled the trigger.
Click. Click click click.
"Fuck, these things always jam!" She tossed the gun at the zombies mouth, knocking a few bloodied teeth out and halting it for a moment, and grabbed a bottle from a trash can. She smashed it again the wall, waited until the zombie lunged again then buried the sharp end into the back of the zombies head. The beast fell into the trashcan, knocking it over, the noise echoing through the streets, answered shortly by dozens, if not hundreds, of groans and shreiks. Kerstin froze for a moment, then picked up her pistol and ran for the stadium. In a few minutes, she had reached the bridge where Connor and the guard were crossing. She sprinted past them, shouting a hurried warning in Templarian, brain more concerned with survival than if the two knew the relatively obscure language, but not stopping.

Eric and Alex were still inside the appartment when they heard the commotion going on, Eric quickly opened the curtains and opened the blood stained window. he looked outside and saw Connor and the guard, happily he woke up Alex and said that there were people outside and well, alive. they quickly put the chair out of the way and went to the survivors. by the time they got to the bridge, they were already gone. "Where do you think they went to?" Alex asked. "I am sure they must have headed to the stadium just like us." Eric replied. Alex looked behind here and saw a lot of zombies coming from the streets "Ehm Eric" She said with a frightened voice. "watch out!" Eric turned and saw dozens of zombies approaching them. "Oh shit" he screamed. He quickly pulled out his Desert Eagle and started shooting like he never hot before, but there were just to many zombies. "Lets get the hell out of here!" he yelled. they both ran as fast as they could. the zombies were still after them. Eric and Alex quickly went behind a broken car and from that position Eric released more gunshots. "Reloading!" thats what he said everytime he needed to reload. there were just too many zombies. Eric and Alex ran again. this time they held at a corner of a building. Eric released more bullets, killing more zombies. this went on untill finally all the zombies were dead. Alex was shaking, her face looking as white as a ghost. Eric looked at her and said "Are you okay, you look a little pale." Alex's trembling voice said "Yes, it was just scaring me like hell" Eric didn't knew better, of course it made sense that she would have a somewhat white face out of fear. He couldn't know that it was the first symptom of the zombie sickness. They went further towards the Stadium. Eric looked at his ammunition and said "I better hope they got ammo over at the Stadium, i'm almost out."

It had been a while since Chloe had seen this part of the city. A long time since she had had the need to travel this far out into the suburbs. She had lived here once, long ago, when she had lived a normal life. That was before the end, when all life had stopped and a young Teenage Girl had been forced to grow up in the most horrible way possible. She sighed as she moved forward, darting from cover to cover, using the advantage of daylight to scout ahead of herself. An old Military M14 carbine cradled in her arms, a line of magazines tucked into her makeshift crossbelt.

She wore what she had managed to steal from one of the many empty shops littered across the City centre. She had any number of formerly desirable and expensive items within her grasp. But that was the old her. The old Chloe, before this all happened. Now she had grown up. It meant a functional pair of combat trousers held up with a utility belt holding a variety of equipment including a large and vicious combat knife, a black leather jacket over a thick blue shirt where what she had chosen. She had a bag draped over her shoulder and a black belt under that to hold her spare magazines.

She was a member of a 'Bunker', a small enclave of Survivors who had barricaded themselves into a building and fortified it to the point where it was like a military base. However, people known as 'Scouts' had to be sent out to find food, general and medical supplies to keep the Bunker running effectively. She was one of the best and she had been sent out into the houses of her old neighbourhood, familiar territory, to find what the Infected people had left in their homes.

So Chloe moved quickly and silently, using the skills that had been forced into her, able to kill without hesitation.
As her rumbling stomach told her though, she needed another of her skills. Foraging.

Eric and Alex were still trying to get to the stadium, it was for the first time Alex noticed Eric had a somewhat foreign accent, she hestitated for a while but then asked "You are not from around here aren't you?" Eric looked at her and then he answered: "Yes, i was on a vacation here 2 weeks ago untill this shit happened." Alex waited again and then asked: "So where are you from?" Eric said: "Well where i am from, people aren't as direct as you. i am from the Federation of Jalanat." Alex smiled. "I bet it never is as hot over there as it is here, i am sweating like a pig." she said. Eric was confused. it was cold as hell and she was sweating? he decided not to interfere with it. they decided to stop for a while. "Listen lets just sit down for a moment, its best to be fully rested if we have to kill more of those zombies." Alex sat down at a park bench. Eric sat next to her. He went through his supplies, he took some food from the appartment so they had something to eat on their journey to the stadium. "Lets see, we got a bag of bread, a rusty knife and 2 bottles of water." Alex said: "is that going to be enough for the journey?" Eric thought for a while and then he said: "yes i think we should have enough." they went up from the bench and started moving again. there were lots of cars, some abandoned. others had turned into the graves of the unlucky men and women inside the car. he stopped at a wall, someone wrote a message into the wall in blood. "Stadium is" the message abruptly ended, either the writer ran out of blood, or he died. Eric thought: "The stadium is what? safe or dangerous? this is risky." Eric shook these thoughts out of his head. he looked at Alex, she was still sweating. Eric thought about what was the cause. "Paleness, sweating. pretty normal whenever you are scared." they went on towards the stadium.

"What do you think that woman said?" Panted dave as Connor and him stopped running now the hoards of zombies had lost them,

"Fuck knows, sounded Templarian though" Replied Connor... "I think I heard gunshots coming from back there though"

"I dont wanna go back there" Complained the Guard

"Look... If theres suvivors then we need to go back, They might know something"

The Guard passed the Suitcase back to Connor "Im sorry but your on your own, I'm heading for the stadium"

Connor gave a dissapointing look to the coward, took his case and headed back in the Direction of the Gun shots, not looking back at the Guard... Connor found it diffcult to hold a suitcase in each hand, it meant he was unarmed so taking out the spare magizines and laser sighted glock, he took off his jacket and strapped the second shoulder holster, fastening the 2nd glock inside it, pocketing the passport and only 200pounds of the 5000 he chucked the suitcase away, as he put his jacket back on he took off his sunglasses pocketing them, it was getting dark and he didnt have long to find the other armed survivor(S) if he/she or they were still alive.. suitcase in one hand and glock in the other... connor ventured back towards the bridge...

Fustrated with the last suitcase, Connor opened it pulling out the Rifle, he quickly assembled it and strapped it over his shoulder and across his chest, now comftably holding his Glock with two hands he silently crept upto the corner where he had heard the Gun shots

Eric and Alex bumped into Connor and Dave. "Holy crap, you startled us!" Eric said. "Who are you guys?"

OOC: uhm yeah i need daniel to reply on this one so its short :P

Chloe watched from the shadows as the three people talking in the street, seemingly unconcerned about the possibility of being spotted by the Infected. She supposed that it was they who had been firing like madmen earlier, obviously alerting everyone within a mile of the suburbs. She lay behind the pin, bag on the ground and her M4 dug firmly into her shoulder, peering down the sights at them. One shot would kill them, one shot each would give her a fair amount of loot and extra luxuries. She sighed. She had learnt much in her time as a Scout and one of the things she had learnt was that anyone who wasn't trying to kill you was a Friend.
But she did not let them know she was there. Controlling her breathing, gentle gulps of air and keeping her aim steady.

after a short talk with connor and the guard, Eric and Alex went away, not noticing how close they were to being killed due to greed. they went on to the stadium. Alex stopped for a while. "What is wrong Alex?" Eric asked. Alex put her hand on her head. "I am very dizzy" Alex fell on the ground, she was unconsious. Eric quickly picked her up. he went on, with Alex in his arms. He knew she had to have Medical attention quickly. he thought the Stadium could have some medical supplies. he started running towards the stadium, the life of Alex would depend on him. finally he saw the Stadium. He cried out of happiness and started running towards it as fast as possible thinking by himself that he would finally be safe, finally more people who are alive. he entered the Stadium, immediately people started standing around him, carefully inspecting him and Alex. someone shouted. "She is infected!" panic started in the stadium. Eric did not know what they were talking about. "What do you mean infected?" he said. a man came up to him. "Listen pal, your girl has been infected by a zombie." Eric couldn't believe what he was saying. "But she said she wasn't bitten!" he then said. the man started to shake his head "Listen, she was bitten, perhaps she didn't know it, the thing is she shows all the symptoms, she is infected!" Alex woke up "Where am I?" she asked. the man looked at her and yelled "Go away you infected!" Alex was startled and quickly said "Am i infected?" Eric slowly looked at her and said "Yes, i'm so sorry." Alex started to scream and she immediately ran out of the stadium screaming. "Kill me! Kill me! Kill meeeeee!" That was the last Eric would ever see of her.

(OOC; TG for DI)

As Gareth advanced down the main road, he came across an overturned police cruiser. Raising his pistol and aiming at the car, he began to edge his way towards the cruiser. Edging around the corner of the car, he glanced at the windows, they were still intact. He could make some shape out from behind the tinted glass and it was moving. Carefully he aimed the pistol straight at the window and aimed a kick to shatter the window. As the glass shatered under the force of his boot he was met by an in-human scream. reeling backwards, Gareth pumped the trigger of the M9 several times, emptying half the magazine into the zombie that had been pinned in the car. The zombies head exploded under the force of the 8 bullets impacting into it.

Calming himself down, he leaned against a shop wall. He was used to fighting up beaches, storming cities, rescuing dignitaries and brawls in the local pub, however none of his previous trianing or experiance had prepared him for this. zombies wern't like normal men or women. Zombies knew no fear, they could take shots that would drop a normal person and supprisingly they had some speed to them, not like the zombies you see on TV. Suddenly a thought broke through Gareths day dreaming.

He walked over to the boot of the police cruiser and opened the boot. Just as he expected a long case dropped out and hit the tarmac. Smiling to himself and holstering his pistol, he undid the cases clasps and found exactly what he was looking for. A police issue M-16 Assault Rifle with 5 magazines. "Perfect" he said to no one in-paticular as he collected the magazines and placed them in his satchel. Gathering up the M9 clips in the boot of the cruiser and placing them in his satchel as well he grasped the M-16 and stood up. Only to hear another blood curdling scream from down the street.

A young girl had just been pounced by a group of zombies, the girl was most certianly dead. Overcome with rage, Gareth dropped to one knee and fired 4 shots at the zombies, dropping 3. However now more interesting prey had shown itself the zombies turned en-mass towards Gareth. Cursing under his breath he slung the M-16 and un-holsterd the pistol, firing 2 shots he then jumped up and sped of down the street firing the pistol over his shoulder as the huge group of zombies chased him.

Ooc: TG Wolf's Hold

Kerstin smiled bitterly as Alex ran past her screaming, sidestepping her as she ran by, before entering the stadium, whereupon a vertiable wall of guns were pointed at her.
"You bitten?!"
"Christ, put your fucking guns down!"
"Yes or no! You bitten?!"
"No! I'm clean!"
"Last person said that too, look what happened." They pointed to Eric. Kerstin glared at him.
"Alright, I'll go then. E zqyol xu Kal, uai qedd xy swy belzs bipnylz E nedd qwyf tu xopnih ollejyz." She spat on the ground in front of them then prowled out, heading back the way she came. As she passed Chloe's hiding place, the radio came back to life. She dropped into a side alley, listening to the order.
"Uai os swy zsokeit? Izy swos oz o xozy, slu sa rys os dyozs 3 zhypetyfz bal lyzyolpw. Afpy uai'jy kafy swos, qy'dd ohhlajy of yjop. Zhyyk ab swy Qefkz."
She cursed, then reattached the radio to her belt. She started to move off, but then stopped, her senses detecting something.
"Who's there?" She unholstered her pistol in case it was something of a more lifeless variety.

Eric and Alex had left Connor and the Guard behind, Connor had felt bad for Dave (The security guard) and had gone back for him, when they had been walking with Eric and Alex, Connor recalled Eric mentioning the blood stained writing on the wall, Stadium is _____, They had a disagreement Connor believed it was unsafe, but Eric continued on his wayto the Stadium,

Dave had once again dissapered having a change of heart and believeing the Stadium was a safe zone him and Connor once again parted ways, Hearing what sound like an
M16 Firing in the distance connor ran towards the continuos gun firing, as Connor got round the corner he saw a young man firing over his shoulder at a hoard of zombies in the distance,

Connor grabbed his Sniper rifile, and composed himself, with the lasered sight on the zombies head, he fired, taking out the one closet to the man, then another and another, Connor continued, one shot to each head as the creatures slumped, as the young man got closer Connor yelled, "Hands up!... Are you Infected?"

(OOC: DI TG for you)

Gareth sprinted up the street, catching sight of a person up the road. At this moment Gareth just wanted help and if it was another person they could help if they were infected they would die. However Gareths questions were answered when the sniper rounds began to fly over his head. Rolling next to a concrete roadblock he reloaded his M9 and holstered it, he then unslung his M-16 and popped his head up. Hearing the persons call, a person who he now identified as male. Raising his rifle in the air slowly he stood up and looked straight at the sniper.

"God no....I'm not infected. Are you?"

Chloe was just about finished rummaging through the house of her old Neighbour, Mrs. Cannings. It was a standard suburbian bungalow, a whitewashed wooden house with an open porch. Mrs Cannings had been an old Lady when she had lived here, her husband long dead from a heart disease. She had been a great Neighbour, always coming around at Christmas, offering presents and sweats to all the Children as they ran back from school. A stereotypical elderly woman who had always had a good word to say about everyone. Chloe had no idea where she was now. She was probably laying across her green, neatly flowered garden now, the treat of the Zombie hordes. Chloe no longer cared for her old life. It was like a whole different world. She forced the painful memories to the sidelines.

At the moment, she was here to find what Mrs Cannings had had in her fridge at the time of the collapse. Shutting her eyes against the memories, she quickly grabbed the cheese, the fruits and vegtables along with her nuts and a bowl of sweets. It was not much, not as much as she would have liked. But it was still food and it would ease some rumbling stomachs at base. She helped herself to a few nuts and a bottle of water after her work, also turning up a couple of light bulbs, strips of wire and a few other small items that were invaluable in a survival situation.

As she turned to head out of the door though, she saw someone running down the street, instantly bringing the muzzle of the gun up, peering down the sights, safety catch off. What she saw puzzled her. She saw a Girl running, panting, crying. It was unusual behavior and, for a second, she assumed that it must be one of the Survivors running away from an attack. But she could not find anyone in pursuit. She gave a sigh as she realised what had happened. She was infected.

Without hesitation, she let out a half breath, squeezed the trigger and fired the M4. Her bullet connected with the now kneeling Girl's head, knocking her cleanly to the ground. Chloe closed her eyes for a moment, not daring to look at her handiwork. After a few moments though, she forced herself to examine the Girl, quite pretty, rummaging through her pockets to find a collection of coins, more food and some other personal items that she took with her. Someone in the Bunker might have known her. She checked the food for suspected infections, throwing away contaminated food and moving on to the next house.

"Who's there?"

She stopped for a moment, turning to see who it was, someone in the alley beneath her.
"I am," She decided that it must not be an Infected, no one had yet taught them to speak,
"Friendly," She raised her hands, "Don't shoot"

"Noway" Connor laughed, now looking at the young man, he didnt look much older than Connor, atleast he wasnt small and tiny like the security guard.

"You from around here?" asked Connor

Eric went for a place in the stadium, as he walked past some of the people some sneered at him and spitted in his path, they obviously were very unwelcome to newcomers. he looked down the pitch and saw the dead bodies lying on the playing field. Eric wasn't paying much attention to where he was walking. one man tripped him and an entire crowd started laughing at him. "everybody hates me here, gee its just like high school" Eric said in himself. He finally found an open spot and sat down. he saw the crowd staring at him. one of the men approached him and started speaking to him with a threatening voice: "Listen you are new her so here are the goddamn rules, stick by them or get the hell out of here! rule 1 is, Lukas Farber is our leader. if you do not do what he tells you you can expect a bullet through your head. rule 2, newcomers A.K.A. you have no rights except for for food and water got it! rule 3, watch your back and always fight with us whenever there are zombies. rule 4, if you don't obey you are on your own! got it!"
Eric nodded. the man went back into the crowd and they started talking again. Eric did not know what they were talking about and he did not even want to know what they were talking about. He looked again at the dead bodies in the playing field, there were even a few zombies trapped in there. a few men at the front row of the seats threw trash at the zombies and laughed everytime the zombies fell, the zombies were treated like stray dogs. Eric felt sorry for those who these zombies were before, they were people once and look what happens now. a man came running into the stadium. "Sir, zombies are spotted just 1 block south of here, there are lots of them, they bit one of the other scouts!" Lukas Farber looked at the man he came near to him. "And you, are you bitten" He said with a texan accent. the man shook his head and answered "No sir." Lukas laughed "and what is this then?" he pointed at the bite marks. The man immediately started to cry. "Please, help me, i do not want to become one of them!" Lukas laughed again "Listen i got a cure for the disease right here." The man looked up to him and said "You have?" Lukas then replied: "Yes, i'll just get it okay?" he pulled out his gun and shot the man through the head. "Toss him in with the rest of the bodies" he then said. Eric was watching from a distance and the only thoughts that went through his mind was: "Oh my god" apparently the stadium was being ruled by a horrible dictator.

"Nope I'm from the Wolf Hold, I bet you don't even know where that is. I was on leave here" Gazing about the deserted streets, eyes glazing slightly before shaing his head and bringing them back into focus. "I'm a marine, can't you tell by the uniform" He said jokingly as he brushed some dust off it. "So where you from?

She stopped for a moment, turning to see who it was, someone in the alley beneath her.
"I am," She decided that it must not be an Infected, no one had yet taught them to speak,
"Friendly," She raised her hands, "Don't shoot"

She looked up, gun pointed at Chloe for a second before she lowered it.
"Good to see someone who doesn't shoot on sight." She spotted the other woman's M4. "Nice find, most of the half-decent guns have already been scavved. I had to bottle a zombie earlier. Or are you military?"

"Nice find, most of the half-decent guns have already been scavved. I had to bottle a zombie earlier. Or are you military?"

"Thank you," Chloe nodded, pushing her short red fringe out of her face, "It was from an old military armoured car. Two dead guys and a third one infected. Had to stab him with a sti..." She stopped for a moment, letting the memory wash away before speaking again, "and I'm just an average run-of-the-mill Survivor" She laughed, "I assume you are the same? Or do you have an alternate reason for being here?" She asked suspiciously, her hand drifting to protect the bag.

"Thank you," Chloe nodded, pushing her short red fringe out of her face, "It was from an old military armoured car. Two dead guys and a third one infected. Had to stab him with a sti..." She stopped for a moment, letting the memory wash away before speaking again, "and I'm just an average run-of-the-mill Survivor" She laughed, "I assume you are the same? Or do you have an alternate reason for being here?" She asked suspiciously, her hand drifting to protect the bag.

"Just a survivor. Heh... Saying just like it's no big thing..." She shook her head. "But yeah. Just a survivor." She smiled slightly. "You tried to get into the stadium? One of the last safe spots in the city, and they run it like a damn fort. Couldn't even get in."

"The Wolf Hold?" Connor said smiling... "Yeah I noticed your a Marine"

"Im from Daniels Island" Connor said knowing that he had now stumbled across an International Allie...

OOC: TG For WH

"Just a survivor. Heh... Saying just like it's no big thing..." She shook her head. "But yeah. Just a survivor." She smiled slightly. "You tried to get into the stadium? One of the last safe spots in the city, and they run it like a damn fort. Couldn't even get in."

"The Stadium?" She frowned in disapproval, "No one can get in anymore. They've kinda locked it down, ruled by some Bugger who acts like the Head of the World." She shook her head, "Nah, the rest of us who fancy freedom have settled in an old warehouse not far from the River." She looked up and saw that the sun was high in the sky, not far past noon. She gave a sigh. She needed to be back soon.
"Where have you been?"

"The Stadium?" She frowned in disapproval, "No one can get in anymore. They've kinda locked it down, ruled by some Bugger who acts like the Head of the World." She shook her head, "Nah, the rest of us who fancy freedom have settled in an old warehouse not far from the River." She looked up and saw that the sun was high in the sky, not far past noon. She gave a sigh. She needed to be back soon.
"Where have you been?"

"Wandering. Hooked up with some others a little while back, didn't work out well. The zombies broke in through the barricades, got most of us. A few of us made it out, but we split up after that. I've been hopping around any houses in decent condition since then."

"Daniels Islands....well I never, even in this hell hole we have ally. Good to meet you" Offering his hand to the man, Daniels Island and The Wolf Hold were longstanding allies and now that alliance was brought down to the street level. "My names Gareth, Captain Evans if you want it formaly, so what brings you here"

Eric looked up to the sky. the stadium felt more like a prison. the leader immediately made an announcement to everyone in the stadium. "Alright everyone the zombies are heading this way, we gotta go and take them down." he watched at the men in the stadium and started choosing who should join the fight. "I want Leggy, Petrol, 40 cal and the newcomer to come with me." Eric stood up and went to Lukas Farber together with Leggy, a tall man of about 2 metres, you could see the scars on his shaven head. Petrol, a mad looking like he was in his mid 50s he had a cigar in his mouth and wore a sleeveless shirt. and 40 cal. a dark colored man with an Afro, he was about 20 years old. Lukas looked at Eric and said: "You know, you still need a nickname. how bout we call you..." Lukas carefully inspected Eric and saw his D. Eagle. He then respectively hummed. "Lets call you Eagle" Eric did not say anything. Lukas started to laugh "Or we should call you quiet guy" Eric then said: "No, eagle is fine" Lukas laughed: "Alright eagle lets go" the group went out of the stadium. Eric stood still for a while and looked at the men and women, some were even crying. "You coming eagle?" Lukas said, Eric came quickly. 40 cal looked around and spotted some zombies trying to climb over a broken car. "Dead people!" he yelled. the men quickly started shooting at the zombies. Eric went over to a corner of the building and started shooting from his position. "Get a Molotov on those zombies!" Lukas yelled at Petrol. Petrol grinned and threw one, the zombies were burning, moaning out of pain. Eric remained shooting from his position. Lukas went over to a low wall and started firing an AK-47 from that position. 40 cal went over to the position of Eric and started firing from there. Petrol stayed where he was and continued firing at the zombies. there were LOTS of zombies trying to get to them. the zombies were very strong, one of them threw the broken car at Petrol. Petrol quickly dived away and went over to the low wall where Lukas was and started shooting his gun from there.

Haha "Yea you too" Connor said shaking the offered hand, Connor was happy the young man was from what was considered as an International Brotherhood.. "Erm put it this way, I'm a D.I.S Agent, had some business to take care of" Connor said smiling, "Where were you heading?"

"damnit where did Leggy go! Lukas yelled" Eric saw the dead body of leggy lying under the car. "He is dead sir!" Eric said. Lukas looked to the body of leggy and said "Well he wasn't a good soldier anyways" Eric could not even believe that Lukas would be so heartless about someone dying. He had a plan, he would try and sneak away from the stadium to try and find Connor again. he had a conversation with him earlier and he knew that connor seemed to be right, the stadium was a bad place to be. he looked for a way out of there. he noticed a tiny alley. as he tried to sneak away 40 cal spotted him, he came to him and said "Hey man, are you going to sneak outta here without me?" Eric was surprised that 40 cal wanted to join him. 40 cal said: "The only reason i endured that piece of a shit dictator was because Leggy was there, but without him there is no reason for me to stay." Eric thought and then he said: "Okay you can come with me, but keep it quiet." They both sneaked through the alley away from the stadium and the zombies. Lukas did not notice they were both gone untill he looked back. 40 cal and Eric heard a loud scream. 40 cal got scared: "Oh man now he is really angry at us, we deserted a battlefield, now they will send men to kill us" Eric calmed 40 cal down "Don't worry they will never find us, i am going to find someone i had a conversation with earlier, one Connor" 40 cal nodded "Okay, and by the way my real name is Carl" Eric smiled and said "Okay, carl good to meet you, and my name is Eric" Carl and Eric then went further, trying to find Connor again.

Haha "Yea you too" Connor said shaking the offered hand, Connor was happy the young man was from what was considered as an International Brotherhood.. "Erm put it this way, I'm a D.I.S Agent, had some business to take care of" Connor said smiling, "Where were you heading?"

"D.I.S? I won't ask, and I was heading for the stadium, I here its a safe zone and it is closer then the police station, unless you have a better idea?" Gareth was still overjoyed that he had found a brother in arms here in this hell hole of a city.

"The Stadium?" Connor said... "Not a good idea" "I figured I'd head for the police station.. Its smaller, less places for the bastards to get in, and there might be more ammo" Connor said, "You coming?" Connor asked checking his Glocks ammo, and Heading down the street back towards the river.

40 cal already ran like hell for the screaming when Eric finally saw connor again. Eric started screaming at Connor, hoping to get his attention: "Connor! Connor!"

Connor turned round and saw Eric, "Eric?" Connor asked "You okay?... What happened to the Stadium?"

"Connor you were right man, the stadium was just a bad place to be. it is run by some kind of dictator, i escaped the stadium but now they will be coming after me!"

Running up next to the DIS agent and holding his M-16 by his waist. "So the police station it is. You know you never told me your name" As he walked next to him, he caught sight of a new person, he dropped to one knee and brought his M-16 up, howver once the DIS agent recognised him, he walked over. "So who is this then?

"woah woah, calm down.." Connor said, "Whos coming after you?" Oh "Gareth this is Eric, Eric Gareth" Introduced Connor

"Listen, the stadium is run by a dictator, now that i have escaped the stadium he will be sending men after me to kill me, i am sure they have already killed the other fella trying to escape with me, he just paniced and went the wrong way, you got to help me."

"I've been hopping around any houses in decent condition since then."

"Damn," Chloe shook her head, though she was not surprised. There were a few people who had set up their own barricades, dreaming of being their own bosses in a small settlement that they ran more like a family business. In truth, it was often a long slog. If one did have military experience then the Settlement would quickly find itself running out of water, out of basic materials before succumbing to Zombie attacks because of poor defences, or a lack of ammunition. She had been lucky. The Bunker was virtually a perfect habitat. They had yet to succumb yet. But, at the same time, she couldn't invite any old person back. The Bunker was picky and that was why it had survived.

"I could use the company, if you want to come," She shrugged, indicating to one of the eerily empty houses,
"Not much else to do these days"

OOC: The Wolf Hold has asked me to take control of his character as he had to go offline he will be doing the same for me etc.

IC:

"Sure man dont panic" Connor said friendly and calmly, "Your well protected?" said Gareth, "After all your with a WH Marine and a D.I.S Agent" Explained Gareth

"Look lets get outta here and find somewhere safe to hide..." Said Connor, "Eric how many of them were in the Stadium, and how many come out at a time?" Questioned Connor

"Damn," Chloe shook her head, though she was not surprised. There were a few people who had set up their own barricades, dreaming of being their own bosses in a small settlement that they ran more like a family business. In truth, it was often a long slog. If one did have military experience then the Settlement would quickly find itself running out of water, out of basic materials before succumbing to Zombie attacks because of poor defences, or a lack of ammunition. She had been lucky. The Bunker was virtually a perfect habitat. They had yet to succumb yet. But, at the same time, she couldn't invite any old person back. The Bunker was picky and that was why it had survived.

"I could use the company, if you want to come," She shrugged, indicating to one of the eerily empty houses,
"Not much else to do these days"

"Might as well. Safer in smaller numbers, I don't fancy the stadium and, call me elitist, but these zombies don't really make for good conversation. Theres just so much you can make of 'Euuuurgh' after all." She chuckled and holstered her pistol, defly flicking the radio to another frequency with her thumb. No sense in blowing cover.

Eric thought deeply trying to remember everything and said: "i saw at least 49 men in the stadium, but they usually come out with 5 men at a time."

Connor looked deep in self thought, "5 men" he whispered to himself, Connor knew 5 men would make or break, he was trained for this, Connor was a Government weapon, he could take on a group of men no trouble and Eric and Gareth werent exactly bad shots at all... "Dont worry" Connor said smiling again, "Im Trained for this" walking over to a building and looking through the cracked window Connor examined inside...

"Aint no way that boys just a Government agent" Gareth whispered to Eric " Anyway what do you do?" he questioned

"Well, i am just a construction worker from Jalanat, crime is moderate over there so most people carry guns for their protection. i have came here 2 weeks ago for a vacation so all in all this crap going on is just a vacation gone horribly wrong."

Theres just so much you can make of 'Euuuurgh' after all."

"True, true," Chloe laughed geniunely at the response, "Zombies do not tend to share the finer sense of wit," Chloe betrayed her slightly upper-class upbringing, "And they only really seem to respond to a damn good shooting." She kept her M4 at the ready as she walked up the garden path towards one of the houses. She slowly pushed the door open with the muzzle of the gun,
"Seems quiet enough,"
She said, blithly ignoring the smears of blood on the wall and the scattered remains of what had once been a human.

"Haha should be on holidays from hell's next series then" Laughed Gareth

"Over here" Shouted Connor It looks safe I suggest we take shelter in here for the night

"Sounds good to me" Replied Gareth already climbing in through the window Connor had scored open, Connor followed in, "You coming Eric?"

"I'm coming Eric said" as soon as he got in he asked "What is this place?"

"Ugh... that was low..."
Marco Althouser, a resident of Pyshoria and soccer star, was in Benson for the night, as he was waiting for a flight the next day. However, while he was in a taxi, the driver drove by the high school. A zombie picked up the taxi and threw it into a nearby building. The driver was crushed by the impact, but Marco survived, although in a coma. The zombies proceeded on with overrunning the school, ignoring him. That was two days ago.

"Darn those creeps... man... I should get to somewhere safe... just where would that be..."

At that moment, a zombie rounded the corner and started to attempt to attack him. Marco took the driver's .25 caliber pistol, and shot a bullet that hit the zombie's forehead, killing it. "Guess I haven't lost my touch... now to get out of here."

Theres just so much you can make of 'Euuuurgh' after all."

"True, true," Chloe laughed geniunely at the response, "Zombies do not tend to share the finer sense of wit," Chloe betrayed her slightly upper-class upbringing, "And they only really seem to respond to a damn good shooting." She kept her M4 at the ready as she walked up the garden path towards one of the houses. She slowly pushed the door open with the muzzle of the gun,
"Seems quiet enough,"
She said, blithly ignoring the smears of blood on the wall and the scattered remains of what had once been a human.

"Yeah. I've been in worse safehouses." She held the grip of her pistol, opening a door with her free hand, immediately aiming it at a zombie on the floor. It didn't move or make a noise, so she skirted around it. It had two bulletholes in the back of it's head. "Looks like this one bought it. Whoever those pick 'n' mix chunks out there was, they took one with them anyway."

"It looks like a multistore...?" said Gareth "We have them back home" he continued

Just as Connor climbed over one of the counters a piece of paper fell from his suit jacket

Gareth suspicious of Connor picked it up and pocketed it... "Im gonna search that store over there" Said Gareth, Connor just nodded,

"So Eric what part of the construction industry?" Connor asked smiling

Gareth ducked down behind a till point and opened the folded paper, It had a big Photo headshot of the Bensons Cenator, details of his age, height, address, and info about the Hit,

Gareth smiled, he realised Connor wasnt an Intellegence agent, But a D.I.S Assasin, It would explain his quick reactions, his firearm accuracy, and why he was so young, there was rumored to be only 25 D.I.S Assasins in the whole of the D.I Force and it said it clear right here in writing that he was one of them...

Re-pocketing the Paper Gareth came back into the first store in the complex...

"Find anything good?" Asked Connor

"Looks like this one bought it. Whoever those pick 'n' mix chunks out there was, they took one with them anyway."

"Seems to happen a lot," She said idly, stepping over the rotting dead corpse, looking into the kitchen. She sighed in frustration when she saw it. The fridge had been torn from it's hinges and everything else in the house was smashed beyond use. There was nothing in this house for her, nothing to scavenge,
"Bastards got to the house first. Funny how Zombies seem to admire milk and cheese," She said idly as she slammed the kitchen door shut,
"I'll go and look upstairs," She lifted the weapon to her shoulder again, finger on the trigger, "If you want to stay here," She brushed her red hair again out of her face and headed into the hall where the stairs were based. How did she know?

She had visited this house once...

Painful memories

"Zombies need plenty of calcium. Strong bones, y'see." She looked out of the window; no zombies in sight. "Okay. I'll finish checking down here. Yell if you need an extra gun."

Eric said to connor: "Well i place cement blocks" he looked at gareth and asked: "say what do you have there gareth?"

"Zombies need plenty of calcium. Strong bones, y'see." She looked out of the window; no zombies in sight. "Okay. I'll finish checking down here. Yell if you need an extra gun."

"If I need an extra gun, you'll hear a lot of screaming and much automatic fire" Chloe laughed again as she moved up the stairs towards the upper-floor. She supposed that there was nothing else up here, for if anyone had ransacked the ground floor then they would have been thorough enough to check upstairs as well. She knew that it was pointless but she wouldn't be satisfied until she had checked it herself. She was frightened of course, the gun trembled in her hands, for who knew what would be up here and the small, primitive part of her brain assured her that it would be the worst thing possible.

She reached the hallway and found nothing. Two of the four doors were open. The Bathroom was empty, having been emptied of any medicines that might have been useful, along with the basic toiletries which were always nice to have. The next room was a bedroom, also empty. She supposed that the other two rooms should be checked as well. The day was ebbing away, it was turning into dusk, the blue sky changing to a fierce orange. She saw the long shadows and they played on her mind.

She opened one door. Another bedroom. Nothing. She sighed in relief. One more to check. She opened this door slowly. Her blood ran cold. It was another bedroom, this one with a window out into the garden, or rather, it would have. A tree next to the house had fallen and smashed open this part of the roof. Climbing up the tree were hordes and hordes of Zombies, using it like a ladder,

"Up here!" Chloe screamed at the top of her voice, firing off rounds from her M4, each shot throwing back another Attacker, but they were like ants, swarming all over the great, fallen tree. She couldn't take them all out. She was already running towards the stairs as the first Zombies entered the house.
"Run!" She called, fitting a new magazine as she did so, "We have company!"

At the sound of the bullets, Kerstin was already busy. She had flung open the cuboards and after a few seconds found what she was looking for. She picked up the can of polish spray and put it in her pocket. Pays to think ahead. She then ran up the stairs and loosed a clip into the zombies with surgical precision, the bullet slamming in between each ones eye's. When the gun clicked empty, she hurriedly reloaded, then kept up the fire. More kept coming, the living dead clambering over the corpses of the dead dead. "A suggestion, how about we get the hell out of here?"

OOC: Oh snap, five pages already? What's happened since page 1?

OOC: Oh snap, five pages already? What's happened since page 1?

OOC: Let's see how much I can remember....
DI's and Wolf's Hold's characters met up with Jalanat's, the stadium isn't particularly safe after all and is led by a manical despot and mine and Alversia's characters are fending off a troupe of tree climbing zombies in a house. I think thats the current jist of it.

"I think that's the best idea I've heard all night," Chloe turned and fired at a piece of wire above the stairs. The wire, pulled tight by the damage to the house, snapped and flew through the air with a threatening, whistling shriek. Chloe was able to duck in time, as was Kerstin. However, the Zombies had been robbed of such reflexes and most of those in the hall lost their legs beneath the kneecap, falling to the ground with shrieks of protest. Chloe fed in a new clip and ran towards the door as fast as her legs could carry her, the equipment banging painfully off her thigh as she reached the door and kicked it open.

She ran down the garden as fast as she could, while the Zombies began to flow around the sides of the house. Chloe could feel the panic rising as she fired more shots into the horde, but it was not enough to stop the flood, casualties being swallowed up in the mass,
"She who fights and runs away, lives to scout another day" Chloe concluded as she turn and ran down the darkening streets.

"Couldn't agree more." She emptied the clip, then followed Chloe. "So, that place. Couldn't be 5 star. Room service wasn't too good." After a few minutes, she stopped and looked behind. "Okay, looks like they've gave up. That, or they'll still shamblin' after us. What'll we do now?"

OOC: Off for the night.

"Well," Chloe looked up to see the sun just disappearing over the horizon, "The only way to the Bunker is across the bridge and it'll be swarming with Zombies by the time we reach it. There's no other ways to cross the river for miles either," She sighed, "I guess we should find somewhere safe for the night" She began to look around for a relatively undamaged house, as well as keeping an eye out for any Zombies.

The dark figure peered down scope of the Remington700 bolt action rifle he always carried with him. Leaning on the Kevlar arm guards specifically designed to dealing with bites, The rifle followed 2 girls running down a dark ally, with a pack of "infected" a little bit behind. The zombies it seemed had changed, their movements changed from fast movements to slow shamble walks. Completely typical stages of a class 3 Solanum outbreak. The blood in their veins had begun to coagulate turning to powder. THe man rather liked his vantage point, the top of a rather tall apartment building.

The man got up and moved to another corner of the building and looked down his scope at a police station. Long since abandoned blood splatering the windows and the sidewalks outside. Movement caught his eye as a small person ran into the ally, behind that person a pack of zombies turned the corner. The person could have made a good run of it, but another pack of zombies turned in from the opposite side of the street. Trapped. He could almost smell the fear as the human backed against the wall like a trapped rat. "Poor bastard," the sniper muttered to himself as he pulled the trigger. The rifle barely made a sound as its supressor worked successfully. The paniced man went limp, just before the mob decended upon him. A red wound right between his eyes.

The sniper got up, moving to another vantage point, as he moved into the light, the only recognizable feature was the tatoo behind his right ear, a serpant rapped around a long sword. Signifying his membership in the Mornarian Division. A special forces unit that was classified above top secret. Directly taken from an ancient language the Name means litterally "Warrior of Darkness." This one Mornarian's mission? Rescue of inportant government officials.

Kazer Blackwater held up his black AK-103 with an acog sight and approached the front of a gas station. He was a conscript stationed in the city, but had since been traveling outward until he stumbled onto the gas station for fear of hunger. His stomach ached as he broke through the front of the station, turning on a side mounted light. The front register was illumated with blackness around the gleaming light. He wiped the sweat off his face as he began stuffing water and dry/canned foods into his backpack. It had been about two days since he was alone, his unit destroyed by the zombie assault that had called upon his militarys help. Alas it was not enough for even them. "Shit..." He said, knocking over a box of chips. Kazer made his way out, eating a orange that would have gone to waste. The sunlight stood against his olive green fatigues and red star cap. He stared off into the distance...seeing some kind of bridge.

OOC: just out of curiosity has anyone actually read The Zombie Survival handbook? If you do it tells you what weapons are good and which are bad....like SemiAuto rifles? Good, fully automatics bad.

The mornarian perked his ears, halting his work on the lock. He sat there, scanning for any noise, and then satisfied, he continued working. Finally the tell tale "click" rewarded him and he silently slipped inside. The Army Surplus store, was large, built more like a warehouse. full of uniforms and such. He wasnt interested in any of that. Silently he scanned the entire store for infected before. returnign to the front. Hopping behind the counter he pulled out a roll of what civilians called "duck tape." Silently as possible he unraveled 2 pieces and placed them on the glass back. He then punched the glass, cracking it but not shattering it thanks to the tape. Quickly he began pulling out an assortment of combat knives and one WASP: a collapsible version of a nightstick.
Satisfied with his collection of about 4 stress tested knives including one trenchspike. (http://arms2armor.com/Knives/m1trench.jpg) He then began to search through the boxes for anything of use.

"Jackpot" he whispered as one of the boxes he opened contained packs of M.R.E.'s grabbing one he quickly opened one and began to chow down.

(OOC: OH MY GOD i'm gone one night and the RP progresses 5 pages!!! i gave a quick skim read :P, I'll get filled in as time goes by haha.)

Valerie was close to the police station. She had been walking for what seemed like ages, escapong mobs and groups of zombies.

Finally the gates of the police station were in sight.

"Oh my god!?" Valerie ran. There seemed to be evidence of a great struggle aaginst the infected with bodies strewn everywhere.

"The Police Station... Overrun?" Valerie entered through the gates and into the main doors of the police station.

The Entrance hall of the police station was quite large. A dead cop was lying near the door with his brains blown out by his own gun.

Valerie walked over to the entrance desk

"Dont Kill Me!" screamd a lady's voice from behind the desk

"Jesus!? You scared me!" said Valerie in fright

"Sorry, The others have been killed. I think there are some survivors in the other rooms. In the early hours of the morning they besieged the police station.... I just want to get out of this city!" cried the girl

"Calm down, We can find a way out of this city, Surly a helicopter should be coming on its way now?" said Valerie

The mornarian had been good about keeping out of site. Only twice did he have to use his pistols, silencing a zombie before it could alert others. His twin .45 Kimber II custom (http://www.imfdb.org/images/f/f4/KimberCustomIISWAT_Jackson.jpg) pistols, that were fitted silencers hung clasped to his thighs in sepret holsters. He also carried two Sig Sauer P226 (http://www.imfdb.org/images/7/79/Vlcsnap-8923.jpg) Pistols not fitted but silencer capable in docket clutches under each arm. He had his Remington 700 (http://www.imfdb.org/images/8/85/RemingtonPSS700.jpg) strapped to his back and his DSA SA-58 OSW (http://www.imfdb.org/images/1/16/DSA_SA58_Reddot.jpg)semiautomatic carbine in his hands also fitted with a silencer, along with several combat knives strapped to his body. In his pack he carried mainly clips and 3 M.R.E.'s enough to survive for 3 days with.

As the Mornarian approached an intersection where he set up base he heard a scream cut through the. Not trusting himself to breath he listened, and then silently cursed as the dreary moan of the dead began to grow louder. Flinging the caribine over his shoulder with a strap that instantly retracted latching it to his back, he sprinted for the nearest fire scape, scrambiling up it and pulling up the ladder. Checking in the window making sure nothing was coming to eat him, and sitting on the ladder incase he needed to make a run for higher ground the Soldier set up position with a clear view of the Police station and the Zombies that had begun to surround it. Thankfully they had been completely oblivious of him.

"So whats your name?" asked Valerie to the girl.
(OOC: Edit there's already a character called Chloe :P plus i spelt it wrong haha)

"Becky, you?" she said

"I'm Valerie, but you can call me Val"

Becky had very short hair, dyed red. She was wearing a white singlet that had a couple of blood stains on it and some dark blue jeans

Just then the Police Staion P.A system burst to life

"Attention. All survivors left in the police station! Do not head east of the entrance Hall. The Zombies have breached the east wing and it is highly advised you do not enter the Eastern Section of the police station! Please report to the meeting room in the west wing! I repeat the meeting room in the west wing"

"Come on, lets get to the meeting room" said Valerie opening a door that led west out of the entrance hall.

The corridor was long and narrow and boards of wood blocked up the windows

"Stay back from the windows ok?"

The two proceeded down the hallway.

They opened another door att he end of the hallway into somekind of staffroom.

"Hold it there!" demanded a policeman holding a shotgun up

"Wait were human!" shouted Becky

"Oh thankgod, quickly get into the room at the back. The others are waiting for all the survivors to gather" he said lowering his gun.

Becky and Valerie made their way into the back room. A number of tables had been moved to the back and a couple of people occupied the seats. In total around 20 survivors were in the meeting room. 9 of them were in police unifrom.

Becky and Valerie sat on a table moved against the wall.

A tall and quit bulky cop was standing before a table at the front of the room.

"Evan, get in here and shut the door!" he commanded. Valerie and Becky recognized his voice from the P.A announcement

The cop witht he shot gun walked in and shut the door behind him

"As you can all see the situation around the city is quite bad. But now even the safe zones are no longer safe. I've called you all here to tell you that all hope is quickly fading. We have tried to contact the outside but they dont seem to respond and they have stopped evacuating civilians for some unknown reason"

The room burst chatter

"So there just going to leave us to die here!" yelled some man in the back

"Quiet! I'm afraid the police station is no longer safe itself and that we are already over stretched and we have lost contact with a lot of our teams patrolling the streets. I'm afraid that we can no longer guarentee our safty and that we should all work on leaving the city somehow. We can not hold out in here much longer. We will continue to ask for evacuation up till midnight tonight. If no one responds we will abandon all efforts and we will leave the police station"

"What! Can you do that!? Just abandon your duties to protect us! the citizens!?!" yelled a frustrated women

"I'm sorry but its out of my control. We have lost the majority of our staff and the zombies are breaking through our defenses, already the east wing has been overrun and it wont be long now before the entire station is overrun. The best options we have now are to hold the center of the station and either head up to the roof in one last attempt to alert a helicopter or head down to the Basements where we can get in the last riot van and try to make our way out of the city by road"

"I've been walking through the streets all day and I can tell you most of them are blocked off by car crashes or other police vehicles" said Valerie

the police man was silent as he thought on what Valerie said.

"This is insane! What do we do now!?" said the man at the back

"Please try to remain calm....."

"CALM!! You have got to be kidding! My wife rips off my kids face with her own mouth and we have to be calm!"

"Sir please! shut up!"

"This is fucking incredable! I'd rather kill myself then deal with this much longer!"

Valerie and Becky looked at each other. Both of them had an unsettling feeling that they would most probably die a horrable death though they didnt want to believe it. Valerie looked over at the 9 cops with thier shot guns and weapons and security was restored to her mind... at least for the time being

Gareth looked at Eric and shook his head, Connor was to busy reading a magazine to notice, Gareth showed Eric the paper, which stated Connors true profession,

Connor interupetd them, "Look I want you guys to stay here I'm gonna head over to the police station see if its safe" He said... "I need you to stay here with Eric, Gareth just incase them freaks from the stadium come by, I wont be long" Connor being who he was, was declared above special forces only 1% of the worlds best had his job, Handing his sniper rifle to Gareth, Connor unholstered the Glock on his left shoulder holseter and left... the building...

It was cold outside, Connor looked at a engraved city centre map, looking for the best way to the police station....

15minutes and 3 zombies later Connor neared the police station, he felt like he was being watched, his 15years of Top secret training gave him these feelings and he had always been right, he knew somebody was watching him but he couldnt guess where with out making it obvious...

Connor headed towards the station gun drawed...

I open the bunker door and walk out into the backyard of a house, it was a typical Shotgun style house but naturally he was using the Bunker for safety. The water pipe to the bunker had broken meaning every few days I had to make a run to the main house with a 15 liter container to fill it up to last for another few days.

I walk in for the first time since I arrived, I have not done this yet but a day without water had caused me to have massive migraines and I knew I would die otherwise, I enter to see blood on the walls which is naturally not a good sign as I already start to freak out and stand still. I was not stupid after all, I knew that blood meant their was a possible chance of zombies....I laughed when I said in my head 'Zombies' as I had broken the first rule of a Zombie movie, they are never called Zombies.

I walk into the kitchen where I got the worst site of my life, a adult women laying on the ground dead from a head shot which judging by the gun in her hand she had shot herself. I then noticed a child on her side with it's mouth against the side of my head and that's when I heard the most terrifying sound in my life of the kid moving it's mouth and gnawing at it's dead mothers head, it couldn't be older then a few months so I decided to ignore it and move towards the sink as I place the container inside and start filling it with water it turned around and stared at me with those dead eyes. it started to crawl towards me and I stare down at it in fright not knowing what to do, I knew even if it got a teeth mark in me I could become infected so as if somebody else was doing it and I was watching first person like some video game.

I raised the pipe and bashed it in the head hard, again and again until blood was all over my white shirt. The container was full by now and I turned the tap off and put it on the floor to roll it back into the bunker it was when I noticed several of them hanging around the entrance so I decided to block the back door and was going to hide in until they moved, I was no fighter and I wouldn't stand a chance against the 4 Zombies waiting for me to come back.

So now I had to hope for a safe night ahead, I grab the gun from the mothers hand...not to shoot the Zombies but to shoot myself if something happened.

As Connor entered the police station, he saw a dead police officer, Connor thought he'd obviously shot himself... The station looked desserted, and having no idea where to go first Connor headed just wondered until he heard shouting coming from somewhere, following the voices, gun still drawn Connor thinking sensibly knocked on the door, "Im not infected" He said, there was just silence, "Im alone aswell" Connor continued, The door opened...

Connor entered, looking around the room there was 20 people, of which were in uniform, Connor sat down and went into deep thought he would have to leave again soon to get Gareth and Eric

As I swallow Vicodin I start to wonder, I was lost at the moment and knew my only chance of survival in the long run was escape from the city but I had not the resources. I hear one walk through the house, luckily the closet I was huddle in had a lock on the inside for some weird reason and I sit with a gun ready to fire. I already knew I would not sleep so I just listened with all my strength, I was breathing so slowly my chest hurt.

Then my phone did something I should of expected, 3 beeps to warn me the battery was about to go flat and then I heard it footsteps come closer. I point the gun to my head pleading for it to ignore but that was a fantasy.

I get the metal pipe and prepare to go down fight and as I opened the door it lunged as I shot it in the head as by instinct and it fell to the ground. Noway I could return to the bunker so I decide to make a run for the car, the container holding the water was left behind and I run into the car to start the ignition just as the Zombies were speeding towards me. I pushed the pedal hard to escape, I was not going to die....at least that's what I told myself.

Connor was speaking to a police officer the officer asked various questions and Connor answered them, The policemen were shocked to find Connor was a Government agent, they assumed he was just daddy's little poser with a big inheritence the way he was dressed and the mannors he had, Connor would just laugh there suggestions off, Connor knew it would soon be time to leave the safety, he was just glad there were more survivors

meanwhile Eric and Gareth were still in the multi store, Eric was behind the counter, still talking with garreth about the "Proffesion" of Connor when they suddenly heard men coming down the street. "Who is that?" Eric asked. He went over to the window and noticed that it was a group of men from the stadium. Eric quickly dived to the ground hoping that the men would not see him, they went right pas the Multistore. Eric could hear the chatter.
"If we find him, we will kill him!"
"Yeah, we will shoot his brains out!"
"Thats right, and we will feed him to the zombies!"
"You guys, why do we need to kill him anyways?"
"Because he has betrayed us, he left Lukas out there fighting hundreds of zombies!"
"I hope the zombies like his meat better than the meat from 40 cal."
"Well, zombies like white meat more anyways"
Eric heard the men laugh, thats when he realized that they have already caught 40 cal. Eric looked at Gareth, both their faces were shocked.

My mind was out of it as I drive past building after building with no idea where I was going, then i saw a zombie on the road and rammed it over which spun me out of control as my car crashed into a nearby building. I had damaged my leg which thankfully for Vicodin I did not feel.

I pull the gun out incase another one appeared, I wont leave the car.

((OOC:up to any of you guys to decide where I crashed, so I can meet up))

Eric looked up from the window and saw that there was a car, engine smoking. he looked closer and saw there was someone in there, he went out of the multistore towards the car, closely inspecting if anybody survived. "Hello, are you okay?" he asked

I looked at him with my eyes dilated, showing classic signs of being under the influence of drugs. I smile at him, which he would of found weird since my leg was obviously bleeding and even then my body was badly bruised.

"I am fine young sir, question is how are you doing? nothing like Zombies to really get the heart pumping"

The gun in my hand was being held tightly, making me look like a crazy man with my messy brown hair parted on the side and mud covering my face.

"Come on, lets get you out of the car. and i am not that young really, i am 34"

Connor exited the police station on the promise he would come back, he was beginning to feel like a leader, he wondered if he should do what he done best and work alone, but his consions was playing with him, as he got outside he felt the eery feeling of being watched again... making his way back he heard a group of men shouting and laughing talking about the stadium and some guy they were goin to kill, connor immediatly suspected they were who Eric was running from listening carefully and counting the footsteps, Connor drew both glocks, took a deep breath and rounded the corner, aiming both of the guns, the group startled attempted raising their weapons all dropped with bullets to the head and chest.. dropping the clips connor reloaded and headed back for the multi store...

upon arriving he saw new peace of scenary, the crashed car, Connor ran inside the multi store... to see if he had been to late to kill the mob

"I am 36, I think we should" as I flop out of the door and onto the ground laying their that's when all the pain started beating into my body, all at one time. The voice I use next is one of panic being pathetically hidden as calm.

"there is something wrong with my leg" blood had rushed out of it, I rip my sleeve off and make a bandage to wrap around and put pressure on the wound to slow down bleeding . I knew I had to get somewhere safe and quickly, I wouldn't stand a chance in this condition.

I push myself up, hopping on one leg and leaning on the car. All my drugs were at the bunker and Vicodin was not what he wanted. I look at the guy who had just arrived, considering he came over to help a stranger in the current climate he must be a decent guy.

"Benjamin, professor of Ancient History at the University of Benson"

The leg had stopped bleeding completely, but I was going to limp to where I was going at this rate. I pull my trusty metal pole from my belt as I only had 4 bullets in the gun left and couldn't waste them.

"Come on we will get you into our hideout. Connor give me a hand i think his leg is broken!"

"Connor Daniels" said Connor with a polite smile giving Eric a hand in lifting the gentleman, As they were helping the gentleman Connor turned to Eric "I don t think you'll be worrying about those guys for a little while" He said with a cheeky smile

"You mean that you... you know... dispatched of them?"
looking at the professor, Eric thought about what he might think of them.

"Yeah" Connor said looking confused "Was either you or them man" Connor said, Connor felt a awkward silence coming on, "Dont worry professor, they were just as bad as the zombies" Connor said convicingly

Eric and Connor brought the professor into the multistore. "Okay lets see your leg" Eric said. the blood was still rushing from the leg. "Oh god i think i'm gonna throw up!" Eric said. he went outside and started vomitting. He then came back. "Oh god, is anyone a doctor here?"

"Just up to First aid level im afraid" Connor said, "Gareth how about you?"

"Well," Chloe looked up to see the sun just disappearing over the horizon, "The only way to the Bunker is across the bridge and it'll be swarming with Zombies by the time we reach it. There's no other ways to cross the river for miles either," She sighed, "I guess we should find somewhere safe for the night" She began to look around for a relatively undamaged house, as well as keeping an eye out for any Zombies.

Kerstin spotted a house with a balcony that looked fairly safe, from this side at least. The wall in seperating the house's garden from the street was intact too, albeit with the gate hanging off it's hinges.
"That one there, with the balcony? Could probably fortify it in a few minutes, as long as the house is clear and no more trees decide to take sides."

"Looks good," Chloe nodded and headed over to the house. She scanned it quickly for a moment and spent more time ferreting through the interior. Though the house had been emptied by Looters, it seemed the Zombies themselves had passed it over. Only broken furniture remained. Chloe slung her carbine over her shoulder and began to break up the wood with a small axe, throwing the chunks to Kerstin,
"Barricade the windows and the doors. I'll make a rope ladder upstairs for an escape route." She took a lenth of rope coiled at her side and headed upstairs.

"Looks good," Chloe nodded and headed over to the house. She scanned it quickly for a moment and spent more time ferreting through the interior. Though the house had been emptied by Looters, it seemed the Zombies themselves had passed it over. Only broken furniture remained. Chloe slung her carbine over her shoulder and began to break up the wood with a small axe, throwing the chunks to Kerstin,
"Barricade the windows and the doors. I'll make a rope ladder upstairs for an escape route." She took a lenth of rope coiled at her side and headed upstairs.

She took the wood and scrouged around for a hammer and nails. She started to barricade the windows and doors.
"So, whats the worst safehouse you've ever been in?" She shouted up, in an efort to break the boredom. "I stayed in this mall a few days after it started getting back. That place was crazy. Some wacko ran around taking pictures of everything, this clown got his hands on some chainsaws and kept some people prisoner on a ride... All kinds of crazy shit."

"Me?" Chloe stopped what she wss doing for a moment to think, "When...when it got bad, I was already away from my family, on a camping trip. We were brought back and held on a boat in the river, we were told it wasn't safe to go back to our families yet but it would only be a few days. We could have fun," She stopped for a moment, lost in her own memories, "It was fun for a while, we sat and played games or talked. But then the screaming and riots started. We sat on our barge, huddling against the noise, the flames, the death. We started to run out of food but the Teachers wouldn't go ashore, we began to starve. Soon one of the Teachers risked a trip to the shore and brought back a hamper from a local market. He also brought back the virus."

Tears were building up behind Chloe's emerald eyes as she remembered when her life had ended as she knew it,
"The Teachers were the first to be infected, they started to attack us. We tried to fight them off but they were too strong and we were too scared. They crashed our boat into the quay and more Zombies joined the feast. Some people jumped overboard, laden with food, only to drown in the river...their cries for help mixing with the pleas of the living. There were 52 of us on that boat when we first cast off from the port. When I struggled ashore, there were only 3 of us left..."
She stopped to wipe away her tears, which had left run down her dirt steaked cheeks, turning away so Kirsten couldn't see her cry. The screams where always there, the deaths of her friends burned into her mind.

Her worst shelter...

OOC: wow that was so bad it almost made ME cry O.O

Kerstin was silent for a moment, mutely making a sign of the respect for the dead with one hand, then mumbled, "Sorry. I didn't mean to bring back anything." She hammered the last nail into the last board over the door. "If you want to get some sleep, I'll take the guard shift."

"Nah, it's okay," Chloe wiped away the remains of her tears, "I'll stay up a little longer. Here," She took some of the scavenged food and handed it to Kirsten, "It's not much, but it'll stave off hunger for a few more hours" She sat and munched on her own food, a piece of hard biscuit and bitter cheese. She had eaten better in the past but now...survival was all that mattered.

"Anyways, where are you from?" She asked curiously, "Not from around here I assume?" She wanted something to drown out the neverending moan. One that would have easily drowned out all the hammering and shouting that they had been doing. They were safe.

They should be safe.

OOC: well okay seems ive been ignored

OOC: *Cough* see edit

OOC: As you wish...

The mornarian was doing his normal thing, scouting across rooftops. He had watched the group of men enter the convinience store carying a wounded men. he hoped to hell that they werent carying in an infected, but one of them, seemed would have known. The mornarian could tell the man was a spy, it was too obvious,... the question was, for who, and what perpose. As he scanned his rifle away, from the window of the multistore, he felt a sense of dread as a mob of zombies were walking up a side street. He knew that if they rounded the corner and saw the group inside through the window...it was most likely game over. And even if they survived this group more would hear the comotion. Surviving was easy, keep out of site, keep out of earshot. Thinking quickly he scanned for options. It appeared he had only one, though it would be a long shot it should prove to be effective.

Outside the window on the ground there were several cans of paint all with their lids open, giving the sniper an idea. Taking aim at the first can from the left he pulled the trigger. Just as he expected paint shot up out of the can in dazling spray all over the window. Though no sounds were made, thanks to his silencer. Expertly and efficently pulling the bolt back and then back forward putting another round in the chamber the sniper shot again, repeating this until the window was effectively smothered in paint. As the zombies turned the corner, no one inside was visible. As the zombies cleared he saw a face appear in one uncovered corner of glass. quite purposefully he tilted the rifle so that teh scope reflected the mid afternoon sunlight...

OOC: true but void ignored it so what ever ill just ambush someone else
OOC: Just because I went offline doesn't mean I've ignored you. It means I've gone offline. I apologise.

"Nah, it's okay," Chloe wiped away the remains of her tears, "I'll stay up a little longer. Here," She took some of the scavenged food and handed it to Kirsten, "It's not much, but it'll stave off hunger for a few more hours" She sat and munched on her own food, a piece of hard biscuit and bitter cheese. She had eaten better in the past but now...survival was all that mattered.

"Anyways, where are you from?" She asked curiously, "Not from around here I assume?" She wanted something to drown out the neverending moan. One that would have easily drowned out all the hammering and shouting that they had been doing. They were safe.

They should be safe.

"I'm from..." It had been so long since she had used it, she had forgot her cover life. She hesitated for a split second, then made one up on a roll that was, she later realised, disparagingly close to the truth. "Void Templar. Came here during one of the major rebellions about 4 years ago, never went back. Parents were with the Liberation Force, got sent to Swy Lapn (OOC: The Rock, a work camp near the Polar Cap) when I was... 6, I think. Got letters from them for about a year, then they stopped coming. Ain't seen 'em since." She took a bite from a chunk of bread before continuing. Moved away to escape death and I find..." She waved her arms around vaugely. "this."

(OOC: I seem to have been ignored)

Marco swore as he ran out of ammo. He quickly took out the kitchen knife he had salvaged and beheaded the last attacking zombie. "That was too close. At this rate, I'll be done for in no time." Then he heard gunfire in the distance, and ran towards it's location...

OOC: probably cause the idea of a zombie throwing a car through a building seemed dumb

Valerie and Becky followed 2 policemen up the stairs. They stuck close to them as they protected them and shot a couple of zombies in the corridors and then made thier way up the stairs.

"Here, do you two know how to use a gun, Take these" said a cop handing Valerie and Becky a handgun

"Oh I have my own" said Valerie pulling her gun out of the side of her pants

"I'll take this one" said Becky grabbing a gun off the policeman

They were now on the second floor.

"Jesus chirst Greg! They killed Bobby!" there was a policeman lying against the wall up the stairs. His neck had been entirly chewed as well as other parts of his bodies.

"Shouldnt we have stayed with the others?" asked Becky

"We need help to paint this message on the roof, we will get back to them, dont you worry" said Greg the more dominant policeman

Finally after a passing some more bodies of former survivors fleeing to safty in the police station and killing a couple of zombies they finally made there way on the rooftop.

"Hey you! Valerie is it? Take this tin and start painting a giant 'S' over there. Bekcy you paint the Giant 'O' and me and Robert will do the last 'S' and set up the fireworks to attract any helicopter" said Greg

Valerie quickly went to work painting on the rooftop, her letter.

15 minutes Later

Valerie and Becky were looking out over the city. it was in complete ruins and the sun was starting to set over the ruined city. Mobs of the infected were seen lumbering down the roads towards the police station

"Guys! I think we better tell the others to prepare for another seige of the police station!" said Becky

"Damn it!" Greg pulled out a radio

"Hey this is Greg, The fuckers are returning for another assualt on the police station!...... yeah I say about 10 to 20 minutes before they reach the station..... Well i dunno It looks like quite a lot are on there way...... Really? but, but surly...... Fine I'll get the others back down"

"Whats going on!?" said Valerie

"Frank said that we wont hold out another siege on the station and we should focus our last efforts on leaving the station. All survivors are to head to the basement carpark where we'll take the Riot Van to get outta here" replied Greg

"But what about the rescue helicopter!?" said Becky

"Who said anything about a rescue helicopter!? We only painted this in the hope that one could come! Lets just get out of this station" said Greg

The four quickly made there way downstairs where they saw the other group of survivors heading down the corridors to the basement steps

"Wait! Shouldnt we leave somekind of warning to other survivors to get out of the police station!? Otherwise they will enter and not know where all the police are" said Valerie

"Hey I'm pretty sure where all thats left in this city" said Frank

"We dont know that!" said Becky

"Fine... We'll catch up with you, Greg please come with us please" said Valerie

The three of them ran back into the meeting room where Valerie grabbed a whiteboard marker and wrote on the board.

"Where are we heading too in the riot van!?" said Valerie

"The North Tunnel, We will try get out that way, If that fails were going to go on foot through Jenson National Park and over the Jenson mountains

"POLICE STATION HAS BEEN ABANDONED. IT HAS BEEN OVERRUN AND IF YOU CAN READ THIS GET OUT! THERE IS AN SOS MESSAGE ON THE ROOF BUT ITS UNLIKLY A HELICOPTER WILL COME! ALL POLICE VEHICLES ARE GONE WE TOOK LAST ONE. WE ARE GOING TO TRY FOR THE NORTH TUNNEL, IF THAT FAILS WE ARE GOIN TO CROSS THROUGH THE NATIONAL PARK!"

"Ok Valerie thats good enough. now lets catch up with the others!"

There was a crashing sound, it was the sound of zombies bashing thorugh the barricaded windows in the nearby hallway

"COME ON!" yelled Greg

The three backtracked and headed down to the basement. Down another corridor and into the basement carpark. The Riot Van was already moving

"There leaving without us!" Yelled Becky

The three quickly ran up to the van and banged on the walls. It stopped and the back doors flung open where Becky, Greg and Valerie all squeezed in. Zombies were making their way down the exit ramp. The Van ran them over and made its way through the mob on the street above. ramming into the crashed cars and smashing through zombies

The Van then began its dangerious journey through the ruined city

"Out of the frying pan eh?" Chloe stifled a humourless laugh as she tore a chunk from her own bread. It was far from 5 star cuisine, but it filled her stomach and, in a place like this, that was what mattered. She had hated cheese before the fall, but now it was really the only source of dairy available to survivors, milk having gone off ages ago and eggs being a rarety as well after the looting. She was happy with what she had.
"Anyway, I have a new home now. A new family...somewhere to be safe," Her voice trailed off for a second and she was quiet. It was a few moments before she spoke again,
"I think we need to make a fire," She said, "It'll be freezing tonight and the Zombies are wary of fire," She smiled.

Then she heard a vehicle approaching. She leant out the window to see headlights in the dark,
"What the hell?" She asked in wonder.

Valerie pushed her way to the front and looked into the drivers compartment

"We should probably let survivors know there not alone, Can we put the siren on? Or speak through a megaphone?" said said

Frank the driver didnt respond, he just pushed a couple of switched and the siren was on as was the lights. Grege grabbed a megaphone and announced out the window

"If there are any survivors we are heading to the north Tunnel to escape the city, We have room to pick up more survivors..."

Valerie pushed her way to the front and looked into the drivers compartment

"We should probably let survivors know there not alone, Can we put the siren on? Or speak through a megaphone?" said said

Frank the driver didnt respond, he just pushed a couple of switched and the siren was on as was the lights. Grege grabbed a megaphone and announced out the window

"If there are any survivors we are heading to the north Tunnel to escape the city, We have room to pick up more survivors..."

"The fuck are they doing?! That's gonna get some zombies down here for sure." She groaned, then turned to Chloe. "Reckon they're on to something with that plan? The noise should have alerted any nearby shufflers, they'll be here soon I'd warrant."

"Ma'am I dont think there are any survivors there, just sit down and let us do our job"

Valerie sat down and Greg out the megaphone down infront of his seat

The Riot Van continued through the neihborhood...

"I know," Chloe sounded frustrated. If they were making a run for it, then she should really have joined them. But just as she wondered if she could join them, she dismissed it. She knew that she had to stay here, to help the others in her Bunker, the ones who had saved her. She couldn't abandon them now. Not after all they had done,
"You should really go," She said carefully, not looking at her comrade, "I have connections here, a duty to perform. You don't." She fidgeted with her gunstrap, "I would go, if I had no ties"

"I know," Chloe sounded frustrated. If they were making a run for it, then she should really have joined them. But just as she wondered if she could join them, she dismissed it. She knew that she had to stay here, to help the others in her Bunker, the ones who had saved her. She couldn't abandon them now. Not after all they had done,
"You should really go," She said carefully, not looking at her comrade, "I have connections here, a duty to perform. You don't." She fidgeted with her gunstrap, "I would go, if I had no ties"

She thought about going for a few seconds, then shook her head. She still had a mission to fufil, and the TIS tended to be very good at finding 'lost' agents, and then those agents tended to end up doing the rope dance a few hundred foot in the air from Arkavo's gate for the amusement of the general public.
"Chances are they'll be eaten by the time they get there, van or no. Even if they make it through the tunnel, what're the chances of the military letting them through the quarantine? Besides, you seem a decent sort. Shared your rations with me. Couldn't just run off and leave you to the zombies. And I'm safer here with yourself and the automatic rifle."

Chloe smiled at her,
"Thank you," She muttered quietly, from the bottom of her heart, glad to have some company in this house, in the middle of the night. Truth be told, she had not wanted her to go, for Chloe possessed a terrible fear of the dark, stretching back to that barge...when they had come...she stopped thinking about it. Those memories would destroy her. They were in the past, a past that no longer existed. She was who she was now. A Scout, someone who helped others to live and dispatching justice when needed,
"Why do they think they can escape?" She wondered aloud as she started to pile wood in the centre of the house, rummaging for a fire-making kit, "After all this time. Why now?"

the van passed through the neighborhood

"Like i said, Where all thats left" said Frank

The van continued its journey through the ruined cities having to back track a couple of times due to severe road blocks made accidently or intentional.

Finally the tunnel was in site

"Why the hell is it smoking?" said an observant passenger looking through the front window

The Van pulled up. Everyone began to get out of the van and run up to the tunnel. It had been collapsed!

"What the fuck!?" said Frank furious

"It must of been the military, I dont think they want any of us to leave here" said Greg

"Now what do we do!" yelled a women

"We will have to proceed on foot through the national park and over the mountain"

"God I was afraid it would come down to this" said Becky to Valerie

The group made its way passed the gates and into the forest. They were following small stone path

"Do you know if the virus passed onto animals?" asked Becky

"Our dog went beserk on the second day of the outbreak. I had to club it to death" said one man holding his wife tightly

"I was afraid of that too" said Becky to Valerie

the stone path slowly degenerated into a dirt track as they went deeper in the forest. Unsettling sounds also seemed closer

"Whats that over there!?" said One women who saw a figure moving in the distance

There was also some groans being heard in a distance

Just then a dog that had been mutilated jumped from the bushes and onto a survivor ripping at its face.

"RUN!" screamed one lady

the survivors seemed to scatter in panic and as they strayed from the paths they were pounced on by other infected dogs and a few zombies

"Everybody follow me!" yelled Frank. The group of survivors which now only numbered 12 ran up the path. the screaming of the other survivors who were being attacked by the infected drifed off into nothing

"Everybody follow me!" yelled Frank. The group of survivors which now only numbered 12 ran up the path.
OOC (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5T_NkhzF7mQ/SGty7-DQxdI/AAAAAAAAACc/oYcrY_-f2v8/s400/IAmLegendMotivatorFrank.jpg): :D

Chloe smiled at her,
"Thank you," She muttered quietly, from the bottom of her heart, glad to have some company in this house, in the middle of the night. Truth be told, she had not wanted her to go, for Chloe possessed a terrible fear of the dark, stretching back to that barge...when they had come...she stopped thinking about it. Those memories would destroy her. They were in the past, a past that no longer existed. She was who she was now. A Scout, someone who helped others to live and dispatching justice when needed,
"Why do they think they can escape?" She wondered aloud as she started to pile wood in the centre of the house, rummaging for a fire-making kit, "After all this time. Why now?"

"Can't blame them for trying. False hope runs deep." She took a box of matches out of her pocket and rattled it. "Still a few left." She offered the box to Chloe. "And they say smoking'll kill you."

as the screaming echoed through the mountain it was hearable throughout the entire city. Eric, Connor, Gareth and the professor started looking at each other confused by all of the sounds. Eric said: "Is it possible that there are still so many people still alive in this city, just hear those sound like hundreds!" Connor shook his head "I think the sound is coming from the mountains, the echoes make it sound like there are a damn lot of people."
Eric then said: "But if there are zombies in the mountains, can that mean that this infection will spread world wide?" Suddenly there was a silence in the store. the men all knew that there was indeed a possibility. they could tell from each others eyes.

Chloe shook her head and showed Kirsten the small piece of flint and metal she carried with her at all times. It only took a few moments of chipping for a spark to catch the kindling, some old book pages. Within seconds, they had a roaring fire that offered all the heat that either girl could ever need. She sat for a few moments later before speaking again,
"Have you ever had to..." She stopped and frowned, unsure how to finish her sentence, "...ever had to cap an Infected? Not one of those Zombie things but someone...infected." She had lost count of the amount of mercy killings she had inflicted.

"The virus will spread eventually, that there is no doubt. More so since the virus's initial symptoms are extremely misleading" anxiety started to set in as I went into withdrawal...I had spent the last few weeks popping any medical pill I could get my hands on, I wouldn't be amazed if my Liver was shot by now.

"Just call me BIC most of my friends used to anyway, The leg will be fine by what I can tell it's mainly just a deep cut which will heal eventually. "

I looked towards the direction of the screams. Sweat going down my face and shakes.

"oh I do not envy them right now, running tends to be the best survival advice at the moment but at the moment that is not a option for me"

"You are not infected aren't you?" Eric asked.

"No just going through withdrawals for the pain medication, I have never been touched by a zombie. Last one I got near to was a 6 or so month old baby gnawing at it's mothers ear before it started crawling towards me"

Chloe shook her head and showed Kirsten the small piece of flint and metal she carried with her at all times. It only took a few moments of chipping for a spark to catch the kindling, some old book pages. Within seconds, they had a roaring fire that offered all the heat that either girl could ever need. She sat for a few moments later before speaking again,
"Have you ever had to..." She stopped and frowned, unsure how to finish her sentence, "...ever had to cap an Infected? Not one of those Zombie things but someone...infected." She had lost count of the amount of mercy killings she had inflicted.

"Someone bitten?" She nodded sadly. "Over 2 dozen so far. Kept count of each one." She unholstered her pistol, showing Chloe a number of notches carved into the handle grip, before replacing it. "Knew most of 'em too. Never really gets easy, but the shock and the guilt goes away after the first few times. After all, it's you or them."

They were nearing the top of the mountains and were standing in a small opening, with a picnic area. They could all see the city in the vally.

"I cant believe it.... all those people" said Becky

then a man vomited up, he was looking pale and his eyes were glazing over

"Whats wrong with him!" said Frank

"It was from the first assualt on the police station. they grabbed him trying to board up a window" said a women nearby

"And no one thought to tell us!?" said Frank

He raised his gun

"Wait! your just going to kill him!?" yelled Valerie

"We have no choice! He's infected and is about to turn. If we leave him to survive he could infect other animals in this part of the forest. We last encountered infected half an hour ago"

"But... he's a human"

"He wont be for much longer" Frank pulled the trigger

The infected man's body fell to the ground.

"Has anyone else been bitten!?" asked Frank

no one spoke up.

"What about you!?" yelled Frank to Becky pointing at the blood stains on her white singlet

"This isnt my blood... I'm clean" she replied

"Ok if anyone else gets bitten we will have no choice but to kill you"

Valerie and Becky looked at eachother in horror. Valerie redied herself to use her gun at a moments notice.

There was a russling in the bushes then men in military uniform jumped out with there rifles aiming at the group of 11 survivors

"Wait were not infected!" yelled Becky

"I dont care! hands on heads!" yelled the military men.

The group put there hands on thier heads where the military men then handcuffed all of them.

"We will put you all in quarantine. If your infected we will have no choice but to kill you. These two will escort you to the camp"

The military men led the group to a armoured vehicle where they were all seated inside. They drove for about 10 minutes before hte vehicle reached the camp. Immediatly they were herded out of the van, stripped, put in somekind of chemical shower and then inspected for any wounds. The slightest scratch would lead to the survivor being put in a small cell and ther blood be tested. Becky and Valerie were entirly clean. They were even given some fresh cloths while there old clothes were burnt.

"What happened to the other survivors that were evacuated?" asked Valerie to a military man

"At first we tried to evacuate as much as possable. When some of the refugees started showing symptoms of some unknown sickness we had them blood tested. They soon went insane and tried to attack us and some even transformed inside the refugee camp and attacked other survivors. We have all infected shot. When it was clear this was a virus that spread through wounds we decided not to evacuate any more civilians. Were actually suprised to see anyone make it out alive from the forest. Were beginning to place snipers around the top of the mountains and are considering laying mines. This city aint going to last much longer I can tell you"

"Well what now for us? Can we leave?" asked Valerie

"When the time is right and everything is secure" said the soldier

Valerie sat down, Becky joined her

"We escaped with our lives, Val" said Becky

Chloe glanced at the pistol and nodded,
"Mercy killing," She said silently, "Me or them, life or death...the guilt goes away after a couple of killings but the regret never goes. They were people that I killed. I only finished them off because I didn't want them to suffer like the people outside." She sighed, "I'll die in this ruined city. I know I will. I want to ask you something that I've asked everyone I've ever met. If you see me, with a bite on any part of my body, will you..." She couldn't finish the sentence.

Chloe glanced at the pistol and nodded,
"Mercy killing," She said silently, "Me or them, life or death...the guilt goes away after a couple of killings but the regret never goes. They were people that I killed. I only finished them off because I didn't want them to suffer like the people outside." She sighed, "I'll die in this ruined city. I know I will. I want to ask you something that I've asked everyone I've ever met. If you see me, with a bite on any part of my body, will you..." She couldn't finish the sentence.

"Yes." She answered plainly and simply. "And I'd expect you to do the same to me." She put her hand on Chloe's shoulder and shook her gently. "And you'll only die here if you say you will. Resign yourself to death and you might as well go headbutt a zombie in the mouth."

"I mean we'll never be rescued. There's too much a chance of us carrying the virus, or a form of the virus." She laughed, "I'll grow old and die here. I won't mind, so long as I can stay in the Bunker. We're safe there. It's like a little city. There's a hospital and everything." She thought for a moment, "Are you planning to leave the city?" She asked curiously, "I mean, you could have gone with the others"

OOC: Jalanat and D I my last post concerned you

"I mean we'll never be rescued. There's too much a chance of us carrying the virus, or a form of the virus." She laughed, "I'll grow old and die here. I won't mind, so long as I can stay in the Bunker. We're safe there. It's like a little city. There's a hospital and everything." She thought for a moment, "Are you planning to leave the city?" She asked curiously, "I mean, you could have gone with the others"

"Eventually. I want to get out of here before the military start to play the hero and sweep in. Until then, I see more difficultly in getting out than staying in. I doubt my pistol will do much good against a tank."

"True, true" Chloe sighed and looked up to where the stars would be, "I think I'll go to sleep now, if that's not inconvenient. I need to be up early tomorrow and take the next shift," She smiled happily and settled down to sleep.

OOC: Jalanat and D I my last post concerned you

OOC: what post

"True, true" Chloe sighed and looked up to where the stars would be, "I think I'll go to sleep now, if that's not inconvenient. I need to be up early tomorrow and take the next shift," She smiled happily and settled down to sleep.

"No problem. If you hear gunshots, might want to wake up." She reloaded her pistol and sat against a wall, near the fire. After a while, she remembered her radio. Turning the volume dial down, she turned it back on to be met with a torrent of angry, but quiet, shouts regarding breaking radio contact and the night-time activities of her mother. She quickly turned it back off and reattached it to her belt, listening out for any of the tell-tale signs the zombies made.

OOC: what post

OOC: The paint spraying up the windows stopping the zombies from seeing us in the windows p.s thank you TS

As the paint sprayed up the windows Connor could here footsteps and moans fromwhat sounded like a group of the zombies, Luckily Connor had been right someone must of been watching, someone out there used there initiative, which saved there lives, as the zombie moans got louder and then quieter as they dissapered in the distance, Connor opened the window climbing out gun drawn.

Scouting the rooftops he though he caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure riflie in hand, shouting thank you in their direction he waited for a response

It was several hours of hellish sleep later, in which Chloe had relived that Barge again and again. The screams. The blood. She sighed and snapped awake, eyes opening to see her Comrade turning off a radio. She frowned lightly at it but as she hadn't been spotted, she didn't mention it. She woke up more visibly this time. She sighed,
"Still night?" She asked, "Is it your turn to sleep?"

Connor still gun drawn waited for a reply, He turned to the window where the group were still inside "Someones out here" he said Eric, Gareth and the Proffesor approached the window

It was several hours of hellish sleep later, in which Chloe had relived that Barge again and again. The screams. The blood. She sighed and snapped awake, eyes opening to see her Comrade turning off a radio. She frowned lightly at it but as she hadn't been spotted, she didn't mention it. She woke up more visibly this time. She sighed,
"Still night?" She asked, "Is it your turn to sleep?"

"S'pose it is, if you want to take over. None of the buggers have had a go yet. Maybe they're all sleeping too, with any luck."

"Do they sleep?" Chloe asked curiously as she sat up, checking her weapon to make sure that it was clean and fully functional before peering out,
"I've never hung around long enough to find out"

"Do they sleep?" Chloe asked curiously as she sat up, checking her weapon to make sure that it was clean and fully functional before peering out,
"I've never hung around long enough to find out"

"Can't say I blame you." She chuckled and settled down against the wall, falling asleep sitting up within a few minutes.

The Mornarian, nodded to the men in the window. Scanning the street he slung the rifle over his back and then proceeded to climb down fire escape. As he hit the pavement he crouched behind a dumbster before scanning the street again. Seeing nothing he sprinted across the ally and silently ducked inside the paint shop. First thing he noticed, was teh wounded man, broken leg possible ruptured vein, bad wound but treatable in the field. The seccond he noticed was the DIS agent. He wasnt hard to ID as an agent, for this Mornarian was trained in assinatiing them among other agencies. While this man would be his enemy on the outside, in here it was humans vs. Zombies. Flags temporarily didn't matter. "Call me Kast" he muttered at the silent faces. Glancing up from the wounded man he added, "I take it none of you are doctors."

"you really think it's wise shouting! I so much as cough sometimes and those things are all over me, get inside before you get us all killed".

When things had calmed down he answered the new guys question

"I am a professor of History at the local university and all I have is some First Aid knowleadge"

My headache had gone away, I hop up and lean against the wall. The tie that was hanging untied around my neck was slowly put back together over my white shirt. My blue framed glasses going over me face which to my amazement were still alright inside their protective case, without the drugs in my system I was thinking clearly for now.

I look around and ask the others

"Does anyone know something I can use to help me get around while this leg heals? noway I can walk on this and I doubt this place is 100% secure"

Kazer walked with his AK-103 up, the black weapon stared into the distance. The light sound of his canteen and other basic Calaverian military equiptment. He had the food from the gas station from earlier, something he might need to keep doing in order to survive. There was a loud noise, definately human, unless the dead-brains relearned speech. There was a good chance of survival with a companion. Kazer fired three rounds in the air, the sound rippled throughout the land, he hoped for some kind of answer.

Kazer walked with his AK-103 up, the black weapon stared into the distance. The light sound of his canteen and other basic Calaverian military equiptment. He had the food from the gas station from earlier, something he might need to keep doing in order to survive. There was a loud noise, definately human, unless the dead-brains relearned speech. There was a good chance of survival with a companion. Kazer fired three rounds in the air, the sound rippled throughout the land, he hoped for some kind of answer.

And the man got answer, the universal Groan of the undead focusing in on the mans folley in making such a loud noise. From miles around they began to swarm in, locked in on his location. the groan of an undead who had found a prey echoed across the city.

He could only hear the sound of the undead, his heartbeat and the sound of his breath racing as he ran. One of the undead ran in front of him, quickly raising his rifle he put two rounds in its chest and one in its head to put it down for good. The rifle cracks once again echoed throuhgout the quiet city. Kazers lungs lusted for air as his footfall smashed against the concrente street where he dodged a few cars.

Kast looked in to examin the proffesors leg. Obviously broken, though no real muscle or arterial damage diving into his pack he pulled out his medkit and then one of his Combat knives he looked up at the "professor." Moving close to his leg and taking hold of it. "So how long have you teached professor?" As the man began to answer Kast twisted the leg setting the bone.

Connor looked away feeling bad for the pain the proffessor must of been experiencing, Looking at Kast connor could tell he was a proffesional, he reminded Connor of a special forces version of himself,

When Connor looked back The Wolf Hold Marines Gareth... had vanished, Connor turned to Eric "did you see where he went?" questioned Connor...

"No" Said Eric, "But.."

"But what?" Connor said

"He found something on you, you dropped it inside, he showed me and since he read it he had been acting all weird?"

Connor looked confused "Found something?" he said puzzled, "What did he find?"

"Something saying your not an agent, you belong to the agency but your some sort of infamous D.I.S Assasain, Like a Jason bourne thing" Eric said laughing nervously trying to make out he didn't believe it..

Connor walked past Eric drew his glock 17 and quietly wondered down through the multi store, there was no way anybody who knew his secret who might tell was getting out alive, Ally or not...

"I have been teaching for 4 years, started out working in a Museum in Germany before been put in a team with some Archaeologists so I spent 2 years doing field work digging up sites of the late Roman Empire. I had to start teaching when I got married and had a baby on the way so here I am"

When I said that last bit my wife's face flashed in my head, the child was dead....eaten by it's own mother.

Then was the pain and dear christ was it bad, the swearing to come from my mouth must of been terrible.

OOC: Don't even think about killing me!

Eric looked at the gun: "What are you going to do with that Connor?" He feared for his life he held his desert eagle close to him, no way he was going to get killed for knowing something, he had made too many enemies on this trip already, he did not want Connor to become an enemy too. yet he had to protect himself, he went over to the counter, ready to duck whenever Connor would shoot.

With my bone set in place I toke more pain pills and found a broomstick without the broom as a walking stick to help me walk around. I look at my only gun which was a M1911A1 Colt, not that impressive but if trouble started I would be able to defend myself even with only a few bullets left.

I continue to lean on the wall, knowing that tension was rising I just lean. My mind starts to wonder and a voice starts talking me my head.

'They will kill you, you need to act before they start fighting' all I could do is reply

'Patience, these people are allot better fighters then me so it would be better to follow'

I smile, one of the reasons for my intelligence is the fact I suffer from Schizophrenia. It did not make me a threat, I hear the voice but I never act on it without decent reason...it was the same voice that told me to kill the child before it infected me.

((OOC:That is right, you have a quasi-insane guy but he is still reasonably defenseless and will be known to chow down drugs when he can. Only reason he is not stoned at the moment is he is distracted, when he starts to procrastinate or get too stressed his demons will perk up again))

Eric looked at the gun in Connor's hand, he knew his secret too. what if he wanted to kill him too? the adrenaline started rushing through his mind, he was in great danger. he could get killed. he also did not want to shoot him, he knew only one way out, but first he carefully but yet very sure he said: "You wont kill me." with that said, he was ready to jump out of the paint stained window, hoping he would dodge the bullets that would come out of Connor's gun soon.

OOC: Im only killing of gareth because wolf holds not RP the thread anymore

IC: Connor looked at Eric, "You keep my secret and I wont kill you, you try and run from me I have too, and dont think you'll get far, Ive been doing this since I can remember, Politicians, Public speakers, Generals, Special forces, Ive killed the best, a Construction worker wont be hard" said Connor firmly "As for this WH Marine, he's a dead man" Said Connor

With that in the shadows Gareth sprinted out heading for a window, his body slumped as Connor fired one round into Gareths head, he dropped to the floor lifeless...

Looking at Eric, Kast and the Professor, Connor didn't say nothing, just looked at them before taking a seat.

Eric was shocked, Connor was indeed a cold blooded assasin, but now that he had seen him in action he really saw how cold blooded he was. he looked straight into Connor's eyes. he knew that Connor could kill him whenever he wanted to. he had a deadly secret now engraved in his mind. a secret he would never forget. again he looked at the lifeless body of Gareth. His eyes started to tear. "Why would you kill him, but spare me." "What worse has he done than i did!" Eric then looked at the professor. he realized that those words would only bring him AND the professor in danger. Eric looked at Connor again, he was still not showing any emotion. Eric then slowly lay down on the ground, his head resting on his arms, he lied that way for hours, just staring at the ceiling.

Connor broke the hours of silence... "You can trust me you know" He said, "I know what your thinking Eric" He continued "Him then maybe you?, Gareth was an example, he tried to run, he was a danger"

Connor smiled at Eric "Trust me, I wont hurt you unless you run, I may be 15 or so years younger than you, but it wont make a difference, Look we need to get out of here, my guess is sooner or later they'll nuke the city or something, we need to find a way outta here"

Eric was relieved that Connor said that, he then thought about how they would get out and then he said: "Well not through the mountains that is for sure, i heared people screaming from there. so i'm sure there would be zombies too. i say our best guess would be the highway."

"thats decided then, be faster and safer by car, but the roads are pretty much blocked,I know how to fly a chopper, question is, is there any left in the city?"

At that moment Marco burst in right by Jalanat's dead body. All he said was: "Is there any ammo in here?"

(OOC: oops, got confused, meant the dead WH guy rather than Jalanat...)

Kast leaned back against the wall, holding his sniper rifle agaisnt him the but resting on the floor, its barrel up over his left shoulder. He hadn't really cared when the DIS agent had killed the man. Years of desensitizing, made him immune. The man had been a coward, tried to run. Better to kill him, take his ammunition and lie to his family, then to let him be a liability. He chuckled to him self looking over at the professor. He had used one of his many combat knives as a solid edge as a splint. "If it comes down to it" he had said as he strapped it on, "rip that out and cleave skulls with it. Your life is more important than your leg." That had been some hours ago.

Now a new question. "thats decided then, be faster and safer by car, but the roards are pretty much blocked, i know how to fly a chopper, question is, is there any left in the city?" the DIS agent had said.

Kast finally broke his silence. "Theres one," he said, "Mine.... has about 3/4 a tank of gas left, but the real question is...where can you go. Infected have already spread to Andreas and Riviera. The government is quickly losing control of its country.

OOC: his name is also Eric, not Jalanat

Kerstin woke up abruptly after a short while, hand snatching for the pistol. She looked around for a second before holding her head.
"Agh. I never have been good at waking up lucid. Especially not when there're zombies outside. Any trouble?"

"Bit of screaming," Chloe was propped up against a post nearby, gun in her arms, ever alert, the smoulding remains of the fire beside her, "Gunshots, blood splashing. So no, nothing out of the ordinary." She threw a piece of cheese to her Comrade,
"Breakfast," She said by way of explaination, "I have houses to cover near the Police Station. See what I can scrounge from there" She got up with a heavy sigh.

"Bit of screaming," Chloe was propped up against a post nearby, gun in her arms, ever alert, the smoulding remains of the fire beside her, "Gunshots, blood splashing. So no, nothing out of the ordinary." She threw a piece of cheese to her Comrade,
"Breakfast," She said by way of explaination, "I have houses to cover near the Police Station. See what I can scrounge from there" She got up with a heavy sigh.

"Want me to stay here and hold down the fort or come with?" She stood as well, dusting off her jeans before checking the clip in her pistol.

OOC: Does anyone here have an account on Urban Dead?

"May as well come along," She shrugged and headed outside, into the sunlight. Fresh blood in the street, evidence of someone bulldozing through towards the tunnel. She didn't care. Not her problem. Her problem was scavenging

"I doubt any helicopters would be left, they were most likely used to evacuate important people first. Besides I bet you the Government is just waiting for anything to fly across to shoot it down and avoid the virus from spreading"

I was not scared of Connor, I would much prefer to be shot then bitten by a zombie at the moment. I turn to Connor.

"I will stay as long as I feel safe, I am not some bad ass fighter so yeah at the moment it's in my best interest to stay with you lot. We have no way out of this, the Government has cracked down hard on making dam sure nothing gets out of this city and they will not compromise for us. We going to have to be allot more original if we are going to get out of here"

I did not know for sure but it is a good bet, the Government knows nothing of this Virus and if it mutated to spread through the air or water supply it could infect the entire population. I am amazed they have not nuked the city yet.

OOC: vestia dont skip my post, i already answered his question.

IC: "The government knows full well about the virus"Kast began"...Atleast mine does. Its called Solanum. 100% lethal in anything it infects. Though reanimation only occurs in humans. It shuts down the organs and reshapes the brain and kilsl the body Basically a puppiteer for your corpse. After a day your blood coagulates, and rigor sets in. thats why they move so slow. after 3 weeks, they secumb to decomposition. and they "die".
Until then however" tHe body then is drivin on one instinct...the need to feed, however it can digest food so its weird....This started as a class 3 outbreak, a whole city... but reports came in as i was flying in that it has spread to the nearby cities of Rivera and Andreas. Its quickly becoming class 4...wich means global. Our first priority should be to get out of the city, head for the coast. In teh time it will take us to get there on foot, the virus will be raging across the continent, and on teh other side of the world as well. It ain't pretty, but those seem to be the facts."

((OOC: I didn't, I said in my post that any way of escaping will not work. Any government with a brain would be setting up a military presence all around the outskirts to make sure nobody got out. But as you mentioned that's if the government is still around which due to BIC's still naive nature 'Survival wise' he will find trouble believing, besides you can imagine his motives are much more emotionally driven then I might let on))

"Then all we would be doing is avoiding the inevitable, you said they decompose after 3 weeks then we should wait here for a few weeks until they are gone. in fact if that is the way it works then the safest place in the long run would be here where the Infection started. If they have done this much damage in a few weeks then how long until the entire world is infected?"

A tear goes down my eyes, truth was I was shit scared of going outside this building letting lone taking a road trip.

Connor came down into the store, wearing a new canalli suit, it was charcol black and he now wore a red silk tie with it and a white shirt,with his leather shoulder holster mounted either side, black shiny shoes and a new black leather belt, fixing his cufflinks he said, "You should have a look up on the second floor many nice suits" he said smiling with more of a are you serious look from the group Connor changed the subject "Your helicopter Kast" Connor said, "we could fly it to the docks in hope for a boat of some sort? should be enough fuel right? Its better than staying here sooner or later this building will get overrun too and then we are screwed, If we can make it outta this whole state and to the coast to the docklands, then we'd be able to go by sea, what do you think?" Connor asked the group

"May as well come along," She shrugged and headed outside, into the sunlight. Fresh blood in the street, evidence of someone bulldozing through towards the tunnel. She didn't care. Not her problem. Her problem was scavenging

She stopped at a pool of blood, frowning.
"Notice anything wrong with this scene? Blood, but not a single corpse. Either those zombies are thorough or they're still around." She looked around, looking for movement.

"I suspect the former," Chloe said carelessly, but unslinging her rifle nonetheless, "However, if you feel uneasy about this situation, then we shall investigate."

"I suspect the former," Chloe said carelessly, but unslinging her rifle nonetheless, "However, if you feel uneasy about this situation, then we shall investigate."

"No, lets keep moving. But not a bone, not a scrap of flesh... I'll keep on my toes."

"As will I" She smiled, as she headed towards the houses near the Police Station "I don't think I'll find much though. I think it's a settlement as well. Quite a large one, if I'm right"

"As will I" She smiled, as she headed towards the houses near the Police Station "I don't think I'll find much though. I think it's a settlement as well. Quite a large one, if I'm right"

"You settled folks should keep up radio contact. It'd make life much easier for you. Help each other out, trade with each other... Present a united front against the brainless dead."

Marco looked bewildered that he was left out in discussin "Has everyone forgotten about me? I should be able to get outta here. Oh, and by the way, I'm Marco, soccer star in my country, and ace for the Pyshoria Air Force."

"Docks are a dangerous distance away, Helicopter would need a full tank and could it lift all our weight? We are going to have to take supplies with us to make this trip and take them with us in case the Docks are in no better shape. If we are going to make this trip we need to be dam sure we have at least a plan B"

Connor looked at Marco and smiled, "Hi Marco" Connor said, "Look Professsor, if you can comne up with a plan im open to it, if not I suggest we just try n make a go for it"

Connor checked his Glocks before holstering them

"Fine, living is overrated anyway"

"After the shit i've been through now, i'm ready for anything."

Kast pulled out a map of benson city and spread it out over a table. "okay, we are here...." He pulled out a pen and circled a tiny location.... "my helicopter is here." he pinted to another location. "90 blocks away... I wish it were closer but there was no where to land and there was a government official I was supposed to extract, from around this area, but from what I can tell, he or she is long gone....Now on the way, there are several key places we can hit. there are 9 civilian Gun stores, and 1 army surplus store. Now the Army surplus store has tones of M.R.E.'s...." he paused looking up at the others. Connor he could tell understood but the civilians did not. "Meals Ready to Eat," he explained. " pre packaged, vacume sealed, meals compliments of this nations army. Shelf life of 15 years. I suggest we go carefully, quietly. If your gun doesnt have a silencer, do not fire it unless we absolutely need you to. We can get food from the Surplus store and loot these gunshops for ammo and possibly a few guns with silencers. Once we make it to the chopper, itll hold around 10000 pounds of cargo. I think we'll be fine.

Kazer tripped but was able to get up and lock himself inside a radio station. After fumbling with a flashlight, he attached it to his AK-103 and sweeped the small station before quickly barricading the front door. The building was mostly brick with few windows. After quickly dispatching the fat zombie who was probably the owner, he sat down and began trying to figure out how to work the damn thing. After a few moment he was able to begin broadcasting on basic channels. " This is Kazer Blackwater, I'm a survior inside the Brayer radio station, is there anyone..else out there?..." He did not have much faith.

I look down at the map, the distance was going to be a problem. A car moving through the streets is downright dangerous, they could swarm us the second we stopped.

"You do realize if we go by car they will hear us, silencers or not. Unless your car is powered by electricity it is going to make noise" last bit was said sarcastically.

"The zombie numbers are at their height, if we stop anytime we will be swarmed so we need a limit of 5 minutes to get in and get out with what we need. Knowing some certain gun-totting maniacs we get these days you will go after the biggest and most bad gun first"

"The Police station" Connor said, "A Riot van? S.W.A.T Tank? Surely there gotta have something left... It would plow through them creatures for sure... we could use that, and still stick to the 5minute limit, What do you think Kast" Connor asked...

Kast laughed at the proffessors suggestion..."first, regarding the car. we have none, we will have to make the journey on foot. seccond, automatic weapons are useless...try and understand this. We as a species have been extremely good at finding ways to kill eachother over the years but killing the dead is different. An automatic weapon will rape a livign creature but not the dead. When fighting them your looking for a single well placed shot to the head, an automatic weapon wont do that. they are inaccurate at best. Bolt Action rifles work well, and so do semiauto carbines. Pistols work extremely well. A good .45 and you can hold an army of zombies at bay. Silencers will keep teh noise almost nonexistent so zombies wont be attracted to them. "

Kast turned to connor concidering his idea. "The police station is also most likely a death trap. People naturaly would flee to it thinking it a haven, so it would be crowded, and also the police would most likely try to arrest zombies thinking them just crazy not dead, doing so would put a dead person in the middle of hundreds of healthy potential zombies. Its best if we steer clear. And besides, the last of the police station survivors headed out of town around 3 hours ago. now if we make the journey on foot, at first light, we can potentially avoid detection. then ransacking these stores wont be any problem. the Surplus store is first, we can get in, an ransack the place. everything, packs, food, clothing, field supplies, the works. Moving from there on we can hit the gun store across teh street, i havent been in there, so possible infestation, i recommend Connor and I take it out while Eric and the Professor guard the surplus store... Connor and I can load up a fair more than you guys can im sure, we'll ransack the place and then come back and we can devide up our findings. Then we move on, for about 20 blocks. Be ready though we may need to jump into a building and avoid mobs of zombies, if that happens we get in sprint up the stairs. If they start pounding to get in we destroy the stair, no explosives just shoot the hell out of it that'll keep them from getting upstairs atleast for 12 hours, before they start climbing overthemeseelves on accident. we can probably hit the next roof over with out them noticing...which reminds me, rope at teh surplus store could be useful. Now if we need ammo at this point, we can breakin into another gunstore, but this is pretty much how it will be until we get there.

now the problem with our journy is just making it 90 blocks on foot, with an injured man..."

I stared at Kast, this boy was very very naive.

"You do realize we will not be running the 90 blocks, the amount of noise made would still get the attention of every zombie around. My leg wont get in the way and if it gets to the point we have to run up stairs to avoid them we are as good as dead anyway so I wont mind dying by them then by starvation or a overdose from the amazing amount of pain killers I have in my pockets"

Connor looked at the professor and wondered if he even wanted to make it out alive, He thought about what Kast had said, Connor knew Kast made alot of sense and judging by his expertise, he was defintly special forces, Snapping out of his thoughts Connor said "We could carry him? It's not like were unhealthy are we? I agree with your plan Kast"

"We ready to move?"

Kast was growing tired of the Professor's bleak out look on life. "Professor, unless your setting off firecrackers while your heading down the street, zombies aren't gonna flock from miles around. We can move relatively silently on foot, rather than in the car. Now as for ducking into a building, if you really want to die, ill be happy to leave you as bait to help us get away."

Turning to connor kast folded up his map, "i think were good to go."

"I have not given up on life, I am just trying to be realistic about the whole dam situation. No point running now because this dam virus managed to infect a entire city in under a month. If we run all we are doing is waiting for it to spread to another area and then another area. It will engulf the world in less then a few years and what do we do then?! I know what, lets listen to the big tough military men when they say lets just run away to another location"

I was standing upright now, pain killers had taken all pain in my leg. A insane rage entered my eyes.

"I just know that our best bet is to wait in this god forsaken city and wait for those zombies to rot, let the rest of the world worry about them. Sometimes we have to just simply except reality and understand whats better in the LONG term. If you lot want to live in your illusion of things going back to normal then to bad, anywhere you run will be a temporary haven"

Connor looked confused, Looking at Kast, Connor unbuttoned his suit jacket, it would be easier to reach for his guns when the zombies were in sight, "Okay then professor you stick with your idea and stay here with the builder, why me and Kast make it out of here... your choice?? Come with a Government Assasain and A Special Forces Op, or stay here with a guy that builds houses"

Giving a cheeky smile Connor looked at Kast "Lets Go.."

They headed towards the Exit

Kast slung his sniper rifle over his shoulder, and picked up his carbine. "Well professor, good luck. I for one don't plan to just sit around and wait to die." He glanced out the door before stealthly moving outside. The surplus store was 20 blocks away, he hoped they could make it without trouble...for he was rather low on ammo.

Connor took a deep breath smiled at the professor, "Good luck professor" he said Before stepping outside very quietly before the professor even realised

I smile as they live, they obviously thought I was begging them to stay and protect me.

"Fine, don't stay here and die. Just prolong the inevitable and die somewhere..who is the coward the one that stays or the one that runs away! As for me I am heading back to my bunker"

It was only 10 blocks away and I can take care of myself, I look torwards my only company at the moment.

"The bunker is far safer then that trip, if we raid for supplies we can outlive the infestation and live here peacefully while the blaze spreads elsewhere. Come with me for a long term solution to our problem"

Eric stayed with connor

OOC: okay i have been gone for some days what happened?

OOC: Not much really slow moving thread, me you and Kast are making a break for his helicopter collecting supplies on the way... the professor is staying to die.

IC: Connor looked at Eric "Coming with I see" He said smiling "Have that Eagle of yours ready..."

Just then 5men came round the corner chatting they must of been from the stadium guns in hand, Connor looked at Eric, "Kast there after Eric, We need to get him outta sight"

Kast looked amused mainly, not worried about the possiblity of death only the possibility of noise being made. Quickly thinking, He opened fire with his silenced carbine ripping through the legs of each of the men. Then grabbing Eric's desert eagle he fired one loud echoing shot into the air. Handing it back they quickly took off down the street. Noticing Connor's face, Kast whispered, "zombies don't eat the dead."

Connor smiled, he liked the way Kast thought, Holstering his weapon he could see the look of relief on Erics face, hearing the painful screams of the stadium men Connor wondered how long before he had to shoot sombody or something again

(OOC:My character is just being realistic, as this post will explain the logic behind it))

I arrive at the bunker, I take my gun and land the remaining 5 bullets in the heads of all the zombies around. I went to a shooting range regularly before the outbreak.

As I close the hatch behind me, locking it up with keys I had stolen from the house when I first arrived I look around at Cold War propaganda posters. I go towards a cabinet on the wall and take out some sleeping tablets, I walk towards the bed waiting for them to make me sleep for a few hours to a day. Those idiots did not seem to realize that the government blocked all exits out of town which would naturally mean....

The Government will shoot down any aircraft trying to escape the city, in fact the only way they could escape the city is to hope the rest of the country is infected and what kind of world are they running too if they want that.

But that's what you get for trying to talk sense to a bunch of thick trigger-happy soldiers, there strength compensates for their naivety and stupidity.

ooc: read the zombie survival handbook and you'll see whats logical

ooc: okay maybe the zombie survival handbook isn't even true, no zombies have ever been seen and the book can even be plane wrong. i just hate it when people keep referring to that handbook.

After taking what they needed from the stores, they had teher supplies, Connor had swapped his Canalli suit for full Combat, tactical gear, (Minus the helmet) Now armed with a SA80, they headed for the chopper, Connor had collected 3 parachutes also on the chance he knew there would be AA tanks on the exit they had to be ready to jump and make a run for it...

The helicopter was in sight, "Is that the one Kast?" Connor questioned

OOC: one, the book wasnt made to be serious, it's a fictional book thats supposed to be funny. Written by Max Brooks, son of Mel Brooks, the book follows his families humer in that the book was written so seriously that its funny. However, almost on accident Max brooks created an actual logical and scientific based book, on teh subject of zombie survival. Forget what you saw, in the New Dawn of the Dead, or Resident evil, or 28 days later. These were zombies specifially designed to be entertaining and fearsome. However the actual, "Zombie" is in fact dead. There fore the blood in its circulatory system coagulates a few hours after death. In its initial regeneration a zombie could inface run quickly, but as soon as the blood coagulates and rigor mortis sets in. This is teh cause of the stumbling slow shamble that zombies walk in. It is actually an ingenious novel, and while in current life its a mere humorous book. But if there ever was a case of this virus that reanimates the living dead the book could quickly change from humours book, to a glorius piece of writing that stands side by side with the bible.

((OOC:But these zombies are based on Resident Evil....that would in fact make your entire fact book irrelevant. Being fast and deadly like they are in Resident Evil they will spread and fast, only way your escaping the city is if they have already infected the surrounding area otherwise the Government will shoot you down or risk it spreading and to be truthful the fact the city hasn't been bombed to hell by now would naturally support the fact that the infection has spread. So the only way your getting out is if the rest of the world has gone to hell as well))

OOC: except that in resident evil the only difference is that they are fierce when they get close. They still lumber around like the original zombies, and they are still killed like the original zombies. It wasnt till the 3rd movie that zombies were givin an agressive stroke by genetic testing. Another difference is the T VIrus is taht it can be spread to
animals and can mutate. Well we havent seen any lickers, or Mr. X or Nemisis around...so i go back to the original concept. Now i stated in an earlier post that the virus had spread to 2 other cities, Andraes and something else.

Now as for terms of escape: the book quite accurately states, that the first rule should be to get out of populated area's such as cities. Your survival rate increases dramatically the farther away from domestic areas you go. Now the book also discusses probably hiding places from From police stations, to bombshelters...to Military bases. each has its own pro's and cons. The best place can be either old Military bases which have strong stone walls and good securable gates, or an Off shore oil rig. Comes complete with dormatory, medical supplies, and patroleum pump.

Im leaving this thread now.

OOC: ok, but please post a proper ending for Connor and give Eric a chance to get out of the helicopter :P