NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Please read some of the idea thread. (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=103283) This is also the OOC thread...so don't post stupid shit here!

IC:

"Sir, what is the status of the weapon?" a man in a black leather trench coat asked another man in a white lab coat.

"The beam seems consistant. It appears to be working..."

The noted weapon was of an experimental kind. The beam, composed of pure magnetic energy, was the next step in particle weapons. However, what happened with the beam is what truely mattered.

The extreme magnetic force emitted by the enormous cannon had an unforseen effect on the ground. Overpowered, the ground gave way as the city sunk hundreds of feet below the surface. In ruins, the city is where our story begins. Soon...the other side effects of the magnetic beam would become apparent.

~Eighteen Hours After the Accident~

Chris awoke in a cold sweat. He felt his breathing turn into rapid, short bursts of air as his heart rate increased. Pushing his hair out of his face, he looked around.

Confused by the massive amounts of wreckage surrounding him, he reached for his rifle, only to remind himself that he was in civilian clothes, only with a pistol and his trusty army knife.

Chris Mitchell moved to the city mere months ago to be part of a special SWAT team within the city. He got into law school but screwed around and eventually flunked out. From there, he joined the Orion Military Academy, and graduated with a degree in Special Forces. However, instead of joining the Steel-Orion government, he was sent away with another man and a woman to the city to investigate "suspicious happenings".

"Guess this confirms their suspicions," he thought to himself, slowly coming to his feet. "Where the hell are those two," he asked out loud to no one in particular, referring to Adrian and Sarah, the two other SWAT members in his squad.

No bodies were around, and Chris found that quite odd. However, he couldn't remember a thing, and he hoped that he or another SWAT member had gotten the people out in time. "What the hell happened here?"

...and then he saw her. Sarah was leaning over Adrian, who was a bloody mess. Somewhat disgusted, but more sad than anything, Chris walked over towards his two team mates.

Sarah looked up, but Chris focused on the mangled body of Adrian instead, skin torn, flesh chunked out...

"Sarah...what happened to him?" Chris asked, still not looking at her. When no answer came, he repeated himself and then looked up, only to see a gorey Sarah steadily approaching him.

"Sarah!" he yelled at her, still not understanding what was going on. "Sarah, you're hurt! Don't move...I'll find a way out of here..."

He turned and attempted to walk in the opposite direction but instead was mauled by legions of the undead...the people who used to work in this building...

"What the fuck?" he thought outloud as the one nearest him broke off the bottom half of its leg when it tripped. Chris grabbed his gun, but stared at the fiend in horror. The thing was still crawling towards him, mouth open, bloody teeth exposed.

Chris could feel the teeth sink into his left shoulder as he snapped back to his senses and spun around. Sarah had bit him!

"You...BITCH!" He screamed, popping off three rounds into her face, dropping her to the floor. Chris turned back towards the hordes of zombies and checked his ammo clip. He still had tons of shells left...although now didn't seem like the time to waste.

The zombie that was crawling on the ground grabbed his boot and moaned. Taking out his knife, Chris stabbed the bastard creature in the skull, spraying blood all over his pants. Pulling the knife out of the now-still horror, he looked up to see the others readily approaching.

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Chris Mitchell

[OOC: Finally!]

Paul Christianson was working on his construction project. A former wrestler, he had recently left and persued a construction carrer. Due to unemployment in Nanakaland, he had moved to this city as a chance to get a well-paid job. When the "earthquake" hit, he fell down from the top of the building and hit the ground hard. Paul was knocked out.

When he finally regained conciousness, he noticed something strange. The city was under the ground and there were people heavily wounded, but still walking. He finally realized that all of the people up and about were walking towards him, zombie-like. Many of those zombies were his fellow construction workers.

As he walked backwards away from the zombies, he almost tripped over a rifle. 'That's it," he thought. "A rifle!". Paul raised the rifle. "Don't come any closer or I'll shoot!" he warned them. They ignored his words and kept aproaching. "That's it!" he shouts. "I'll shoot!"

They still aproached him even after his second warning. Paul shot the rifle and blew one of their arms off. The crowd kept aproaching. He shot again, this time at one of their heads. This time, that one collapsed. "That's better," Paul commented to himself. The crowd started eating their fallen comrade. "That's not better!" he shouted as he turned around and ran for his life....

Chris jumped onto the wall of rubble and began to hastily climb up the broken I-beams and bent steel walls. Left hand...right hand...left hand...right...

The pole under his right hand gave way, forcing him to hold on with just his left. The pole knocked his gun downwards, where it landed on some steel, about ten feet below him. Not able to survive without it, Chris jumped down after the weapon...

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...only to be greated by three flesh-hungry zombies in wait. He dropped down on one of them, landing on top of it and using it to break his fall. The fiend opened it's mouth wide, letting off a sure scent of death, and tried to bite Chris's neck, mere inches away. Chris reached for his knife and stuck it up through the zombie's chin an into it's brain, finishing it off.

Quickly getting up, Chris reached for his weapon but could not quite get it. He spun around and punched a zombie in the face, knocking some flesh of the thing's cheek. He jumped and kicked it backwards into the other one, knocking the third one down off the wall of rubble.

He reached for his gun once more but he couldn't quite get it. Sensing the zombie close behind him, he reached back and snapped its neck, pulling the rotting head clean off. He let out a cry of disgust and threw the head towards the ground as other zombies reached for it, crying out in hunger.

Grabbing a pole, he knocked his gun towards him, picked it up, secured it, and continued his ascention upwards.

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Chris Mitchell

[OOC: Your actions are making it hard for me to top in my RP posts.]

Paul kept running, not looking back at the grotesque persuing figures. He kept running for several blocks until he ran into a dead end. The road was blocked by debris from toppled skyscrapers. "Oh great," Paul commented to himself.

As he turned around, he saw the zombie horde closing in on him. He drew his rifle and pointed it at the zombies. Paul started shooting at their heads and the zombies collapsed. The hoarde started eating their fallen, but most still closed in on Paul. He kept shooting the zombies until he ran out of ammo. The situation was getting worse....

[OOC: Your actions are making it hard for me to top in my RP posts.]

OOC: Then get creative...or morbid...either one works. Also...you can snap some necks too...it's not like I'm the only one who knows how...

[OOC: W00t, and good name pick]

Bobby, called Spectre by his friends for that was his nick on many of the battle simulation games they played. Was just going along with his two buds, John Mildox and Kirby Boxty on his bike, in the downtown area, after his sword-play lessons his parents reluctently let him take.

His sword, a well-crafted katana, lay in his duffle bag which was slung across his sholder. They were just idly chatting when suddenly the ground fellout beneath their feet.

As the world around him faded to black

His eyes slowly fluttered open, finding himself staring into the dust choked sky he began to sit up and check for wounds.

A bruise here, a few scratches here and there, nothing broke, wow, *wince* ok big bump on head

Clamoring to his feet he looks around. His duffle bag lay right next to him, but that was not what caught his eye, the normally predominent skyline was mostly gone, however now an indomible wall of earth stood in the distance, rising many feet into the air. What the f*ck. Looking around for his friends he finds Kirby's twisted bike under the fallen remains of a building, but no Kirby. Scanning the crumpled street he sees Kirby, leaning over an unconsious John. Calling out to them, "Hey John, Kirby, you guys allright?"

No response so he shouted louder, "Dudes, whats up?"

Kirby slowly stood, giving him a clear view of John, or what was left. An empty stomach and chest caviety lay before Kirby's feet. He slowly turned around, revealing his own crushed chest, crumpled right arm, and obviosly broken left leg. Kirby slow limped towards Bobby.

"What the hell!" Bobby shouted at his dead friend. Grabing his bag he unzipped it and pulled out his katana. Leveling it at his friend he orders, "Stop!"

It does not stop, it comes closer and closer, until Bobby was forced to act. Bringing his blade in a left curving downward arch, cleaving both the head and right arm clean off leaving the rest of the body to slump to the ground.

Breathing heavily from fear Bobby slow backs away from the severed head. Turns around, and runs for the nearest mostly intact building with tears of sorrow for his friends running down his face.

[OOC: Your actions are making it hard for me to top in my RP posts.]

OOC: Then get creative...or morbid...either one works. Also...you can snap some necks too...it's not like I'm the only one who knows how...

My character has just ran out of ammo. Maybe its time for his wrestling moves....

Elianne stood from the ground. She had been crying for almost an hour at the front of the destroyed building that once was a deluxe hotel. As she stood, she just cried over the overwhelming silence of the street. "Is somebody there?", she asked, her childish voice rising over the quiet street.

The only answer was the sound of something crawling towards her, three zombies, terribly mutilated, carrying an awful stench around them. She screamed and tried to run, however her wounded leg hampered her, almost falling to the floor.

Just as Paul was about to give up, he heard a scream. As the zombie hoarde closed in, he knocked off some of their fragile heads with the butt of his rifle. Seeing only one way out of this, he started scaling the pile of rubble. Several zombies started grabbing at him.

"Eat this!" Paul shouted as he dropped a piece of rubble on the zombies. He scaled over the debris (for about five minutes) and (then) dropped on the other side. "Ouch!" he screamed in pain as he landed. The zombies were safe on the other side of a twenty foot high pile of debris. Now that that was solved, he started looking for two things: rifle ammo and the source of the scream....

[OOC: Aelosia, do you want my character to find your character OR fail in the search and just continue fleeing?]

Making his way out of the garage, Chris searched the lobby with his gun ever-ready.

He reached the front desk, and rolled a pen through his fingers. The computers were smashed as well as the desk itself. The teller was dead...but that didn't stop him from moving around...

Chris looked up from the phone he was trying to use and saw the once neatly-dressed man slowing approaching him. Raising his gun, he shot the zombie in the chest. The bullet stalled the man for a second, and then he resumed his course for the "food behind the desk."

Confused, Chris fired two more times, each with the same result.

He darted his eyes around the room. Broken stairs...bloody floors...open door...zombie...

Open Door...

The zombie reached the desk, only to have his head smashed in by a computer, dropping him to the floor. He ran out the front door, but was stopped dead in his tracks by the sight of three zombies and a seeminly teenage girl.

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Chris Mitchell

[OOC: Nanak...perhaps our characters and Aelosia's should join a "party" to protect her.]

OOC: That would be perfect. She's in heavy need of a rescue. If you don't, she will likely to fell into the jaws of the zombies.

"RUN!" Chris screamed, shooting the closest zombie in the head, dropping it where it stood.

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Chris Mitchell

The girl ran into king and thowing her to the ground as she felt the bullets passing over her head. She started to cry as she launched herself to the feet of the soldier.

Slamming the cracked wooden door behind him hearing the rusted lock close as the pins gave way to the collapsed wood. Bobby finds himself in an apartment complext with a long curving staircase winding its way up the three stories. Taking the first flight up and finding the door to apartment 01 unlocked he lets himself inside.

Closing the door he looks around, Empty, he thought. Walking towards the kitchen he finds the sink slowly dripping water.

Drip... drip... drip...

Mezmerized by this, the only sound in the dead home he is startled by a long low moan from right behind him. Before he could bring his sword to bear the zombie knocks it away and begins to grapple. Struggling vainly against the unrelenting undead force he finds himself in a panic, groping the counter for some means of defense.

Salvation is found in the form of a wooden shard, broken off from the dust grey cabinetry above. Slamming it into this creatures head it is knock sideways, staggered by the blow.

Dropping to the floor Bobby brings his legs around in a long arc in hopes to trip the zombie. Fate smiles on him and the undead fiend is sent to the floor struggling to right it self with its decaying limbs and mind. Scrambling along the ground he reaches his katana.

Both standing at the same time Bobby once again faces the horror.

Swinging in a broad horizontal cut the spine is severed, barely, the blade caught in the meat, and the creature falls to the ground taking the sword out of Bobby's hands. Acting fast he brings the heel of his boot smashing unto its head, over and over and over...

Untill finally it stops it struggle and lies still, slightly congealed fluids dripping from its corpse.

Looking around he finds a phone.

Dead, just like everything else, damnit

Turning the sink to full he slowly washes his face and hands of the gory mess left by his fallen comrade and unknown foe.

This is a great way to start one long day he sighs to himself.

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Devon woke to the sound of silence. That was unusual for this part of town... sighing she slipped on her leather jacket that was beside her bed. She turned from the bed to find nothing where she had left it. In the complete darkness that was her life she tried to feel for her staff. Her fingers found soft fur it's texture smooth beneathe her fingers she sighed exasperatedly as she reached for the dogs harness. "Damnit Landa, where the hell were you?" however as her fingers moved to where the harness should be she found nothing, no shoulders nothing. Uncertain what she'd just done she pushed her hand further towards the dog, just certain he'd moved. The scent hit her before she felt the searing heat of fresh blood. It's hot metallic scent sickened her and she gagged struggling against the tears that threatened to overwhelm her. She reached over by the door to find the door missing and in it's place the cold hard rock that now surrounded what used to be her lovely home. She stood and moved carefully through the rubble just sure that if she had survived so had he. Finally she found him, her love, he one and only. He wrapped his arms around her and moved towards her neck. She tilted her head away used to the sound of his soft voice in her ear in the morning. The stench of death was all that saved her, panicing she reached for the staff that was indeed where she thought it must be and yanked it from his hand, then with a quick spin of it she knocked him back. The sound of crunching bone and soft squishing met the blind womans sensitive ears...had she been able to see she would have seen the zombie that was her only love with a support beam through his head. She screamed when she found herself surrounded by stone, trapped and terrified she screamed from the hole that was her prison.

OOC: King?

IC:

Another shot, another zombie on the ground...and another...and another...

Chris knelt down by the girl, noticed her leg, and then picked her up and ran down the street.

"What the hell is going on?"

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Chris Mitchell

OOC Hope you like, I haven;t done much RP here, soley because I didn't realize what was available.

Sorry, newcomer to the game.

ooc: sory for the delay went out for dinner

ic:

As the world came into focus she winched in pain, when the earthquake hit she had taken quit a fall. With her left hand she reached over to her right shoulder to make sure that it wasn’t dislocated. To her relief it was still in the socket, but badly bruised.

Looking around the world the she seen was much different then the one she had seen earlier. The store the she had been in was a huge mess. Items that where once stored neat and tidy on the shelves, were now scattered through out the room. Rising to her feet she looked through the debris for her glasses, and to her relief found them unharmed. Dusting herself off she casually walked over to the door.

The site that stood there before her caused her to stop in awe. This could be she thought to herself. There weren’t many building left standing; rubble was laying in the streets, if you could now call them street. Debris was everywhere, small fires could been seen from erupted gas lines. This was more no ordinary earthquake she though, the scene she saw reminded her of photo she had seen for Europe after World war two. Another thing drew her attention.

It was so dark, looking up at the sky Emily lost her breath, they where now under ground. Realizing the severity of the situation she collapsed to the ground fighting the need to vomit. Taking long deep breaths she took a moment to collect her thoughts.

Her name was Emily Williams. At 22 years of age she had just graduated with a degree in molecular biology from the University to Tappee, not an easy feat by any means. While head out to the field she had stopped her for a connecting flight, and had decided to get some sight seeing in before heading out. When the quake hit she had was in a small shop looking for gifts for her friends.

After some time she pulled herself together, she had medical training, so she knew that she’d be needed. Getting up to her feet she began looking for survivors.

For the longest time she wondered the streets, alone only to her thought. Out of the corner her eye, some where in the shadows she could see movements.

“Hello” she yelled out “It ok I’m here to help” She made her way over not sure what to expect. Almost there she stopped when she heard a gurgling sound.

In pure fear she took a step back when the person stepped out from behind the shadows, if you could call it a person. It looked to be female, but Emily had trouble determinig the gender. One of it’s eye swung side to side, held in place by the nerve chord. It’s flesh looked as if it was rotting on the bone. Emily was forced to cover her nose to stop the smell.

“Oh my god.” She said under breath. No sooner were the words out her mouth than the creature was on her. She was caught off guard by the attack.

Reaching it arms around her, Emily fought to keep the foe at bay. Trip on some rock the two fell to the ground. Rolling around on the ground the creature continued tried to bit her. During the struggle she could saw a piece of wood just sitting there. With one arm she held the creature back, and with the other reached out for the wood. It was just out her reach, the creatures face continued to get closer and closer as she could no longer keep it back. You could see the look of fear on her face she things where closing in on her. Using her finger she pulled the wood in to her grasp.

“Ahhh” she yelled out she with her free hand she drove the piece of wood into the creatures temple. The force of the impact knocked it off her. Rolling to her side she jumped to her feet. Panting she tried to get her breath. Noises in front of her drew her attention. Looking up she could see a group moving through the shadows toward her.

Light from a nearby fire brought them into view, they were all just like the one who attacked her. Without hesitation she turned and ran, ran for her life.

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Emily Williams

[OOC: Hmm.. I got the fights, maybe more graphic]

After finishing washing up and guzzling quite a bit of the water Bobby prepare to exit the complex through the back door of the kitchen. Walking slowly and carefully to avoid slipping on the still oozing entrails he opens the door.

Hearing a faint scream in the distance he thinks, another survivor? and sprints northwards towards the sound. Finding a small residentail district, devode of life, undead or otherwise, small one story homes. Hearing the scream again he strides towards the source, past the crashed car, leaking oil and gas, as the cracked fire hydrant spurts water down its crumpled hood, still washing the blood and gore from its rosy peach surface.

Reaching the home he peers in a window, caked with dirt he makes out a form sitting and rocking back and forth in the center near an inanimate corpse. Shattering the glass he calls out, "Are you all right?"

Finding a woman, to caked in stone dust to tell age, clutching a staff, he asks again, "Are you hurt? Can I help? My name is Bobby, Bobby Kolstin."

Sorry, newcomer to the game.

OOC: Blind character? :shock: That's crazy! Lol...it's going to be hard for her...

Chris knelt down by the girl, noticed her leg, and then picked her up and ran down the street.

"What the hell is going on?"


But she didn't have time to answer. The legions seemed to be following someone.

"Life..." Chris thought to himself, still holding the girl with the hurt leg. "Hold on tight..."

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Chris Mitchell

Devon turned to the sound of a mans voice. She spoke her voice trembling with terror. "What's going on? Why does everything smell of death..." She shaked her head lightly "No...not hurt...." She reaches up with one hand and wipes some of the dirt from her face, enough to show clear porceline skin, her deep grey eyes meet that of her rescurer as she stands... "Not hurt..." She stands there, still and shaky her long black hair matted with dirt and the blood from her recent husbands death. She uses the staff to feel her way towards him.

I like difficult RP's.

Tripping on a piece of debris Emily fell to the ground. Tucking her self in she rolls to prevent any serious injury. Coming to her feet in a smooth motion she looks forward only to see that the path before her is now blocked by more of the creature.

Looking to her left she sees an ally way that runs beside of what she could tell was a hotel. The ally was engulfed in darkness; there was no telling what might be waiting in side. However, for the moment it was her only chance.

Taking a deep breath she turns and runs in disappearing into the darkness

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Emily Williams

Justin's vision swam before him as he re-entered the world of conciousness. He lay sprawled out on a pile of steel and plaster dust. As he regained his thoughts, one thing occured to him.

'It worked. It worked it worked it worked!' He thought with an elated joy.

Then he noticed the sheer walls of rock and hard clay all around him. Only directly above him was the only light. It cast a dim eerie glow over the whole town.

'What? Underground...no, the magnetic fields, no, no, no, this should never have happened? The man in the black trenchcoat, he wanted an eye witness to this device, and that was me! He wanted me gone, he knew this would happen? But why? Why me...?' He thought frantically, his mind speculating all kinds of explanations. 'But then that means...'

As if it were an answer, a moan echoed off the ruined walls. It was close, too close. Justin's head snapped to his left, and there he saw what he most abhorred. A pale, shambling figure, it's mouth dripping blood, the pupils totally white moved slowly towards him, it's rotten feet scrapping against the ground. As it came closer, the pungent smell of death washed over the young computer technician, freezing him in fear to the ground. As the zombie lunged at him, yellowed lips dripping with delight at attaining a meal, Justin let out a yell of fear and sprung into action, jumping out of the way of the zombie. It turned to face him with agonizing slowness, but this time Justin was ready. He landed a punch straight in the corpse's face, and it reeled back, it's face shattered. Justin burst away from the zombie while it was stunned, shaking his hand in pain. He never was much of a brawler. He didn't know where he was running, but he was going to get away from these abberations either way. A scream pierced the air, and Justin turned towards it automatically, hoping for a survivor to talk to. He knew what had happened here, he designed the weapon, and now he had to stop it. But he couldn't do it alone.

OOC: And here come the commandos...

IC:

The dropship lowered into the city in an opening close to what looked like a hotel. Alexei threw off his coat and his helmet, getting odd stares from everyone else.

"Lets go," he commanded to the others, gaining even more stares of disbelief since he was not the leader. He grabbed two pistols and a knife and put all three items into his pocket. Strapping a shot gun to his back, he grabbed an AK-47 and jumped out of the ship.

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Lt. Alexei Ivanova

Watching the woman make her way slowly towards him he thinks, What, is she blind? watching for a few more moment, Oh, shit, she is! Great, seventeen and not only do I have to watch my self, but a blind chick too!

Trying his best to keep a calm voice, "Your almost there, your gonna have to go through the window, the front door is blocked by the overhang."

Knocking away the remaining glass he draps his pleather jacket over the remaining shards, We both got lucky, had this been a weekend there would have been a hell of a lot more people around here, but they all must be in the buisness district or where ever adults go for work.

Helping her out he asks, "As I said, my name is Bobby whats your name?" Before she responded he said, "Sratch that, I'd prefer if you call me Spectre. And as to well it all smells of death, well..."

Looking over the post-apocolyptic wasteland of a neighborhood and back at the blood soaked woman, he thinks it best not to tell her She has got enought to worry about without me telling her the world has gone to hell in a hand basket and I don't know how to get back

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Bobby "Spectre" Kolstin

Devon covered her ears with her hands at the hypersonics the dropship sent off as it lowered into the area, judging from the level of hypersonics it was large but fairly far away.

Smiling she feels for the window, glad that the glass has been removed, as she climbs from it she speaks. "My names Devon Silverfox, Call me Devon. Thanks for the help Spectre. It sounds as if we've got help coming in." She holds her hand out for him to shake, were he to shake it he'd find it unusually warm and perhaps a bit of a tingle running up his arm.

Reaching down Henry grabbed his bag, but made sure to be somewhat careful with. Lastly he grabbed his rifle.

Henry was a member of Tappee elite special force organiztion known as the Fist X. At the age of 18 he had graduated from the academy Specializing in demolitions, he was also an accomplished marksmen. On this mission he had dual role as both the demolitions expert and sniper.

Reaching down he patted his pant as if he was looking for something. “make sure no one forget theirs Balls before getting off” he said jokingly.

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Henry Kobe

Col. Juslin Barok, sighed in disgust of Ivanova's insobordination but thinks, Now is not the time nor place to yell at him. Grabbing his CAR-15, 5 clips of ammo, sliding his combat knife back into his boot, and a Beretta 92FS into his side holster with two clips for that he calls out, "Allright men, lets move out!

Jumping out of the ship followed by the rest of the team, all save Ivanova, dressed in standarded Urban Level II tactical vest and Kevlar Helmet, to the deserted street below.

"Ok men, I want active watching, nothing and nobody should catch us off guard, lets go!"

Moving down the street in a formation the commandos vigilently scan the city.

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Juslin Barok, Leader of Fist X strike force

The down draft from the drop ship nearly knocked Emily to the ground. Seeing men with gun exit the craft was a sight for sore eye’s, maybe she could get out here.

Waving her arm she yelled out to then “Hey!”

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Emily Williams

"Why hello there," Alexei said, smiling a genuine smile. He checked his gun while shaking his hair out of his eyes.

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Lt. Alexei Ivanova

“Are you here to rescue us?” she asked

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Emily Williams

First Sargent Jaégai, known to his friends as just Jay, lept out the dropship right after the Colonel, holding a CR-305 in his hands and his lucky wakizashi strapped to his hip, a gift from his homeland of Cyberutopia. As soon as he hit the ground, the overpowering stench of death washed over him and the others, and he took an involuntary step backwards. Looking around at the desolation before them, he patted his wakizashi absentmindedly. He'd need all the luck he could get.

"You could say that..." Alexei responded. "Earthquakes are bastard things...it's amazing you survived."

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Lt. Alexei Ivanova

[OOC: Multi time!]

Spectre

Grasping her hand he pulls it back as soon as it was finished, That was wierd, shruging a bit and then asking, "Help? Where?" A look of comprehension flashes over his face, "Right, no sight your other senses get better thing. In anycase sitting out here in the open migh not be the best idea, cause we seem to have attracted a few guests."

The shambling herd slowly, its blood-drained faces frozen in looks of pain, remnent of their death, strode towards them, the bones cracking was audiable even to his ears. Grapping her hand he begins to lead her towards the end of the block, hoping to find a haven of sorts from the ravonous mob.

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Bobby "Spectre" Kolstin
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Col. Juslin

"Hold your ground men! Identify your self!" training his CAR at her head.

Damnit Ivanova, we are in hostile territory, we cannot be making nice with possibly hostile contacts. He is gonna be damned if I don't give him a piece of my mind once we have a secured area.

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Colonel Juslin Barok, Leader of Fist X strike force

Devon tilts her head at the sound of the hoard and narrows her eyes abit....she's missing something and she knows it. Carefully she checks her itmes. {Stones...check, Knifes...check....staff....check.} Finding she's got all she needs with her she prays to the gods she won't have to use it.

After taking a moment to catcher breath see spoke up. “Yeah so am I.”

Looking over at Henry she was a Tappee flag on his arm patch. “What did my father send you”

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Emily Williams

Casually, Alexei stepped into Barok's line of fire. "Ground held...sir..."

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Lt. Alexei Ivanova

She hadn’t addressed the mans question “My name is Emily Williams”

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Emily Williams

"Alexei Ivanova," Alexei said, purposely putting in the Russian accent so it sounded like "A-lex-E Iv-von-iva"

"What's going on here? What are you doing in this place?"

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Lt. Alexei Ivanova

Lowing his rifl he says, "For the love of Reif, Ivanova, I know you think your untouchable and the rules don't apply, and I do not really mind back at HQ or even training, but when we are on a mission I want it by the book. You keep this up and your gonna get shot, and it maybe by me."

Shaking his head, "Miss Williams, can you tell me anything about the situation, we have limited intel, other than that the city sunk and a huge EMP like blast eminated from here we know nothing."

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Colonel Juslin Barok, Leader of Fist X strike force

Henry Think to himself for a moment, it doesn’t take long for him to put two and two together.

A smile comes across his face. “Your General Williams Daughter.”

General Ben Williams was the chair men of the joint Chiefs. A member of the Williams family had always sat on the joint chief for as long as anyone could remember. They where the one of the greatest Families in Tappee.

“Don’t flatter your self honey”

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OOC: ok I'm out for the night..er...morning

A noise come from behind hind caused her to worry. “Um” she thought to herself for a moment.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but I think that we should carry this conversation on some place other then this. Cause I believe that trouble is coming.”

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Emily Williams

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As the moved away from the shuffling hoard her small hand held by Spectre's Devon felt the pull again. She focused on it and finally narrowed it down, pulling away she walked back towards the direction of the hoard and stopped in the middle of the street. Stooping she picked up the small stone that lay there and slipped it into her pouch. She looked up in the direction of the shambling hoard a slight smile curving her lips as the scent of death washed over her. "May the gods take what is there's. You do not belong here and you will be removed." Her voice sounded nearly otherworldly as she spoke, she stood and concentrated on the energy flowing through her making sure it was all clean...it was pure. At least what few plants there were in this city survived meaning she didn't have to draw from the few surviving people, a light wind picked up around her swirling a bit of the dust that surrounded her. As she walked back to the man she'd left...walked back to spectre the light wind followed. "I don't take kindly to the distruction of life....this wasn't an earthquake...they don't smell like this..."

((Damn, I don't have a pic for either of my guys. :? ))

Jay rolled his eyes at the two of them. They got so caught up in bickering they always ignored the obvious things. Like this chick in front of him. He looked her over and smiled warmly. In a destroyed landscape like this, it was always good to have other people you could trust near you, and he felt he could trust this woman.

"Can you tell us everything you remember about what happened here?" He asked her, diverting her attention from the two arguring commandoes.

Looking confused Barok asks, "Trouble? As I said we have almost... What the hell!"

Noticing the armless creature, oozing lyphatic fluids from its arms sprinted towards the group. Firing three shots in its chest seemed to have knocked it off its feet and it laid on the ground rocking back in forth, in what he thought was pain (a shot broke the spine and it no got arms).

"I concure, Miss Williams." preforming a quick scan he finds that the glass doors of the hotel-ish buildings were broken in and he shouted, "Move into the hotel, we can set a perimiter up in there, GO!"

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Colonel Juslin Barok, Leader of Fist X strike force

[OOC: Cya]

Henry eyes grew wide at the sight before him, he had never seen anything like it before. As the others turned to make their way to the hotel he joined them.

“Whatever cream that they are using for their wrinkles I think that they need to get a refund, cause it’s not working.”

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Col. Juslin Barok

"With us around there is always time." he said as the fled into the structure.

"Now tell me, what the hell is going on!"

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Spectre

Staring slacked jawed at the passing of the white light and the sudden collapse of the horde he asks, "What the hell was that!"

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Bobby "Spectre" Kolstin

Catching her breath she turned to them telling them every thing that she knew. From the earth quake, to her encounter, and the chase that followed.

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Ooc: just wanted to save time. For more info go to my first post on page one.

"I was once part of an experiment called Gaia's Children...made me blind and damn near insane, but I picked up some other little benefits...can't do that often though, not enough life to borrow energy from...IF I can get near a large enough group of people who would be willing to have the urge to sleep I might damn near be able to take out the entire city. We were ment to act as weapons...but then they found that because we borrowed from living things we could not kill the living, not well enough to be weapons anyway I've further honed my skills....I am the First Child of Gaia, warrior of the shadow. Bringer of Life."

At the sudden arrival of combat, Jay instantly went into a crouch, scanning the ruins for any other sign of the undead. He couldn't help feeling that...thing that just rushed the group had seemed familiar to something...something he had seen before. He pushed the thought out of his mind, thinking it was deja vu, and concentrated on the task at hand. Taking the initiative in his mind, he decided to guard -- and possibly stall for -- the group, while the others got to the hotel. Something moaned in the darkness and Jaégai popped a round into the murky black surrounding him. The moaning stopped.

"For the most part, I require ritual to work my magic, however occassionally I will feel the pull from a certain imbued object and it will enable me to work my magic. These objects were stones, originally part of my collection when I started the experiment 20 of them were taken and spread around the city. When I find them they call to me."

Hearing the sound of gun fire Henry turned to Jay crouched in a defensive position. Jay was guarding their rear. Henry paused as they other continued, changing direction he came up beside Jay.

With his free hand pulling the hammer chambering a round in his rifle, readying it for action.

“Can’t let you get all the kills” he said to Jay as he took up position.

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[OOC: Enough with pics, I think we all pretty much know what each of us look like, but that may just be me]

Spectre:

"Wow, I um..." searching for words, "didn't know things like that existed, then again I didn't know undead existed either."

"Without alot of people how many more times can that rock there do that? Cause otherwise I'm thinking you might want to get a little more efficent weapon that a stick." he says.

Blind and a mystic, as I said, to hell in a hand basket.
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Col. Juslin Barok

"Well, undead or not, gunfire is sure to draw them. I think the best stratgie would be to stay mobile. Miss can you handle a pistol?" he pulls out his Beretta and offers it to her.

"Its not much, but its better that fighting with your fist or rubble."

(after she accepts of declines he shouts)

"Well move it in 20, and you two, watch our six, were gonna move in diamond formation. And see if we can find more survivors and clean up this mess!"

Devon laughed softly, "this one was one of my stronger, but lets just hope I don't have to use these." With that Devon pulled from her belt 6 silver throwing daggers. "And for crying out loud don't make any noise if I have to. I throw better blind than I did when I could see but I go based on sound and I haven't learned your sound patterns yet."

Reaching out she takes the gun. With the gun in her right hand she pushes a button on the guns handle causing the clip to slide out. As it falls she catches it with her left hand, taking a moment to see how full the clip. After the count she slide the clip back in, and with her free hand reaches over the top the sliding back. Hearing the familiar click as a round in chambered, again with her right thumb she click the safety off.

With a smile on her face and in a sarcastic tone she replays “No, I have no idea how to work one of these."

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Emily Williams

Spectre:

"I hope you don't have to use them, nor do I hope to use mine," a ringing of steel filled the dead air.
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"But beyond combat we have to get out of here, our at least fine a stable food and water sourse till rescue. You know of either cause I don't" he says.
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Col. Juslin Barok:

Nodding at Miss Williams, "Thats good, can't stand to see a woman with a fire arm." he says in an obviously jocular tone.

Devon nods lightly. "Follow me, it may take some work but there was a lake around here that would be dripping from above and we should still be able to find the herbs I planted there." Using the staff to guide her and slipping the daggers back in her belt she concentrates on her mental map of the city.

Despite the situation she found the fact that she was know standing here rather ironic. She had come from a long line soldier. It was expected that a William would join the military and serve the country.

From an early age he father had taught her how to defend her self, as well how to use basic weapon. However it was a life that she didn’t want. In fact she had spent her entire life trying to et away from it. When she had chosen to go off to university her father had all but disowned her.

But the things that he had taught her as child may save her life.

Her though jumped to the creature that had attacked her. In her mind she began running through different reason to why some thing like this had occurred. It had to be linked to the earth quake, but how, these two random events had to be linked in some way. Understanding was the key.

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Layne the Exile

Layne woke facedown on the floor of the seedy bar he had been wasting his day away in. The last he remembered, he was in the middle of an escalating bar room brawl.

He groaned, and rolled over, trying to shake the cobwebs off. Someone must have cracked me over the head with a stool or something, he thought. Layne regained his feet, and a quick look around showed him that something much bigger had happened than a simple knock on his head.

The bar was torn apart. Half the ceiling was torn away, and there were holes in the floor where jagged rock protruded through. There were numerous corpses around him, some destroyed almost beyond recognition, crushed by the collapse of part of the building, struck by debris, or torn apart by the jagged rock.

"What the f...," he began to mumble. A sound from behind stopped him. He was sure he had heard someone moan.

Layne turned around and saw a large, barrel chested man regaining his feet. After a moment he recognized him as one of the men he had been fighting. The man looked at him and let out a low moan, then began shuffling toward him.

"Ahh, look buddy, I don't think this is the best time to continue our little scrap," he said, backing away. "Just take a look around you!"

The man continued towards him. Something about him seemed very...wrong.

"Look, back off, I don't want any more trouble!" the Exile said, fear creeping into his voice. The man did not look right. There was no glint of intelligence in his eyes, no expression on his face...save for one of hunger.

As the large man lunged at Layne, the street savvy Exile pulled out his switchblade and imbedded it in the mans neck. The man didn't seem to notice, and turned to lunge again.

My God, that's not possible! He's like a..., Layne thought, eyes going wide as it became clear. The zombie-for there is no other word to describe it-lunged again, and this time Layne met it with a kick to the face that knocked it over. Out of desperation, Layne grabbed a nearby bar stoll and struck the creature in the head until it stopped moving. Trying to calm himself, Layne breathed deep and pulled his blade from the battered zombie's neck. All thoughts of calm fled him, however, when he heard more moans, and saw other corpses beginning to rise. Men and women missing arms, legs, and vital organs. It did not stop them.

Layne wasted no more time thinking. The doorway of the bar had collapsed, so he made for the next exit he saw; the gaping hole in the ceiling. Layne quickly jumped atop a table and sprang up, grabbing hold of the lip of the hole and pulling himself out of the bar. He found a fire escape down the side of the building, which took him to an alleyway.

They could be all over the city, he thought. Areas of dense population would have to be avoided. Hopefully, the alleys will be safe enough, until I can find a way out of here, or a place to hole up at least. The Exile ran off down the alley, carefully watching the shadows for any sign of movement.



Maj. Brock Mason

Brock Mason geared up for battle. A light machine gun, semi-auto sniper rifle, a 10mm handgun, his sabre, and a combat knife would make up the arsenal that the big man would bear into the fray. He made a mental note to avoid placing his life in Ivanova's hands if at all possible. The man had proven to be a brash hot-head already, and Brock hadn't survived nearly 10 years in the Dread Legions of Wretchengard by rushing in to things. He smirked slightly at his teammate Henry Kobe's comment.

I've got balls of steel, thanks, the big man thought as he followed his commander off the ship. When they encountered the girl, Brock raised his weapon. They had to be certain she was not an enemy, after all. Once it became clear that she was not an enemy, Brock lowered his weapon.

When the armless creature appeared before them, Brock raised his weapon, but Col. Barok had already dispatched it. The security of the area was clearly comprimised. Brock followed the commander into the hotel, which they could secure at least long enough to find out what the hell had happened.

[OOC: I'm done for the night/early morning, don't wipe out the city w/o me]

OOC: Should probably crash to...hairline fracture in my left wrist driving me nuts, hence the much shorter posts.

ooc: so good night to all then

themnax awoke whith a sneeze. it was his own. the air, what there was of it, was filled with dust.

he reached for his handkerchief and nearly clawed his nose off, or would have if he hadn't reflexively shethed them in time.

something was definately not right. large heavey objects were tumbled all arround. only an odd steel fraim above him kept him from being crushed.

in the distance he heard what sounded like shots being fired. closer to hand there was a sickening sweat oder, and his newly hightened sense of smell told him it was comming closer.

something was not right. very not right. he wasn't lying in his bed. he was ... that's what's going on his mind told him ... under it. how he got there he didn't know but the large heavy objects above and surrounding him were jagged blocks of masonry, part of a wall had colapsed and it was the bed fraime he was somehow under that was keeping it from crushing him.

something else though. something else was, well different.

when he went to sleep, what was it? six hours ago? couldn't have been a full night. he could have sworn he DIDN'T have green fur, retractable claws and a tail.

but he had missed much of the excitement or it had missed him, concealed in and under the rubble as he was.

he had known someday when just the right kinds of stressess occured something would happen and he would chainge. he hadn't known how. or when. or what it would be like.

mostly what it was like was waking up in a dumpster with a very empty stomic.

his body had chainged but his mind was still his same old wierdness. he was awaike. he was physicly sore all over. and he was wondering where he might find something to eat.

carefully he worked his way out from under the rubble. it was even worse then he had at first thought.

he marked the locations of is happenstance den in his mind. it seemed a probable refuge and he would likely want to return to it later.

quickly he realized he had both advantages and some pretty severe disadvantages in this form. it seemed unlikely he'd be able to speak clearly enough to make himself understood, and while his streangth and agility were greatly enhanced over what they had been as a human, as a large green cat he was likely to be shot at first and asked questions of later if at all.

it was then that he noticed the source of the stench. what appeared to be walking injured were shuffling passed in small groups. they haddn't noticed him and he wondered where they were going and why. they haddn't noticed him though and somelittle tickle of memory told his it might be best to keep it that way.

he headed toward where his kitchen had been but no go. the roof had completely colapsed and crused where the fridge had been to a space that could no longer possibly have held anything edible without it being contaminated with stray bits of mettal.

he wondered what decayed human flesh might taste like but his mind rebelled at the thought and only an iron dicipline of mind kept his stomic from doing likewise.

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Jay grinned as his teammate's comment and nodded. Backup was always appreciated. Something moved in the impenetrable blackness, and the commando fired a round at it, followed by another.

"We'd better move soon, I have a feeling they're rallying for an attack." He said quietly to his fellow commando.

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Justin ran harder at the sound of tortured groans to his right. The echo of gunfire sounded again, and the young man adjusted his course towards it. He was growing weary from running so hard, but his fear pushed him harder. He neared the location where he heard the gunshots, but a mass of the living dead were before him. Justin had no choice. He ran harder. As he got closer, he could smell the stench of decay and see the rotten flesh hanging off their blackened bones.

"Yahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He yelled as he made the suicidal run that was his only hope.

Alexei lifted his AK-47 and fired off a clip at a round of zombies. He reloaded and pulled up again, only to see a man carring a girl who seemed hurt.

"Hold you fire," Alexei screamed, capping a zombie near the two people. "You two, get the fuck over here!"

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Chris Mitchell

Henry heard Alexei yell out to them, turning to looked over at Alexei he yelled back

“Coming Mom”

Turning his attention back to the coming onslaught, he fires a few more rounds dropping some zombie.

“I think he’s right, I don’t feel like become someone dinner.” He said to Jay

Grabbing a grenade he placed it between two rocks. Pulling some twine he made a trip line.

“This should slow them down.” Once everything was ready the started running back toward the others

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"Agreed." Jay said to Henry, and popped a few more rounds into the advancing mob before standing to make a fighting retreat.

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A zombie lurched fowards at Justin, it's jaw hanging agape, exposing the yellowed, blood-stained teeth. The scientist sprung to the side, but the zombie's hand ripped through his pristine white lab coat, getting caught in the fabric. Justin struggled to get the zombie's hand free, eventually wrenching the whole bony hand free of the thing's wrist. He fought nail and tooth to get free of that circle of undead, and finally he broke through, not far from the hotel where the commandoes were. He didn't have time to rest, though, because the zombies had turned and were making their way towards him with slow, shuffling steps. Without looking back, Justin ran for the hotel, but an overpowering stench rolled over him, followed by a black, unidentifiable blur crossing his vision. Justin felt a sharp blow on his skull, and then everything went mercifully black.

Out of the corner of his eye Henry saw a man in a lab coat make a rather rushed exit from a nearby building. However, in the mans haste he had not seen the mob that was near his right. Like animals the mob was on top of him.

Getting down on one knee Henry took aim at the mob. Switching his rifle to automatic he launched a fierce volley of gunfire into the mob.

A loud explosion could be heard of in the distance, one of the creature had triggered the grenade, this would buy him some time.

Running over to the unconscious men Henry Lifted him over his shoulder. By carring the man he would now be exposed. “Jay I need cover fire” he yelled out as he began making his way back

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"Gotcha!" Jay shouted back, and opened fire on the pursuing zombies, exploding their heads with relative ease.

Out of the corner of his eye, the commando spotted a strange black blur. He recognized it as the same thing that had struck down the man in the lab coat. It launched itself from the side of the building it was clinging to, decending on Henry. Jay let a full volley rip, trying to hit the elusive creature. Wherever he shot, however, the creature had already moved on. As the thing got closer to Henry, Jay heard a clicking sound. He was out of bullets. The agile creature would get to Henry before he could reload. Jay drew his combat pistol and fired several shots at the creature, striking the thing once in the arm. It let out a shriek and glared at Jay, it's pupilless eyes burning with rage, before leaping off into the darkness.

"What the f--- was that thing?" He wondered outloud.

Henry was running as hard as he could while carrying the other man. He didn’t realize how close the creature had actually came, but knew that he owed Jay his life. For a moment Jay stood talking under his breath.

“Come on, nows not the time for site seeing, thanks buy the way”

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"Um, right. Let's get to the hotel." Jay said, shaken out of his stupor.

He slapped another magazine into his rifle and looked around for more of the walking dead as he covered Henry, alert as ever.

"Um, right. Let's get to the hotel." Jay said, shaken out of his stupor.

He slapped another magazine into his rifle and looked around for more of the walking dead as he covered Henry, alert as ever.

Devon winced at some of the noise she heard far off in the distance and gasped as her fingers brushed over the solid pile of rubble between, her and spectre and their shelter. She felt her way around looking for anyway over...or just because she had no survival instinct under.

[OOC: Well this slowed a bit after its 4 page post-fest]

Spectre:

"Why are we here, were exposed, to much noise," turning his head to the right, "I think I hear them comming! Can we either get inside or start running!?"
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Col. Juslin Barok:

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"Shit, belay the mobility order we got multipul tangos converging on our position. Break those windows we have to take as many of them down before they can get close. I'll take all the grenades and set as many traps as I can." He yells, occasionally peeping out the window, watching the hundreds of shambling bodies work their way down the street towards them.

"Damn, they must have been brought by the gun fire, I'm gonna call for some back-up!" Getting on the radio he desperatly trys to call HQ...

Coming in through the door Henry drop the man on the floor. The gun fire has gotten much more intense, seeing his team mate shooting out the window, he moves to join them.

Emily rush over to the man, to give him medical attention. Placing her fingers on the mans throat she take his pulse. “He’s alive” she yells out. Placing her palm on the man forehead she pulls his eyelid back. The pupil doesn’t dilate. “He unconscious though."

Firing only one round burst Henry is trying to make every round count. As more and more of the creature approaches he has an idea.

“Col Barok, I mean no disrespect, but I have an idea” He pauses as he fires a round into one of the creatures head. “It wouldn’t take long at this rate until they over run us. However, I hope there is a back door. Before we slip out the back way I could rig some explosives and bring the house down around them, that way they can’t follow us.” He pauses again to fire another round. He looks around the room “It wouldn’t take much to bring this place down.”

He waits for decision from his commander

Colonel Barok

Stops collecting the grenades, turns to Henry, "Do it, I can't get a f*cking signal, we are to far under. Hold your position while Henry plants the explosives, we will then fall back and blow the building to stop those things from following our escape. Lets move!" he yells over the almost continuous gunfire. "You'd better get started."

He takes up a position by the broken door fram and begins to take careful aim at the nearest zombies head...

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For Henry this was the best part of the Job. Taking the grenade he took a quick look around trying to find the key structural point, after making a few calculations, he started.
This hadn't been the first time that he had done something like this, nor would it be the last. On most of the pillars he used some C-4, and on others he used the grenades just for that added kick. Once he had all the explosives set in place he had to decide how he wanted to trigger it. He could put it on a time, but then they might not be clear. Or he could step up a trip wire, but again they might not be clear. Lastly he could set a remote trigger, this would take a little long be he knew that they would be clear before the bomb went off.

These where his options, taking a slit second he made the call.

Reaching in his bag he pulled out a series of electronics. This was something that he had done some many times that he could do it in his sleep. Putting the detonator in the in the C-4 he checked all the connection with his multimetre to make sure they where running hot. Glancing over at his watch he knew that they were running out time. From the detonator he ran wires to the other explosive. Once this was done he input the blast timings into the detonator. In his head he ran a quick check list to make sure that he had done everything.

Once he was sure that he hadn’t missed any thing he ran into the main lobby.

“Here Col” he held out the remote trigger “Push the big red button, and you’ll bring the house down for the grand finally. Just make sure that we are clear, cause as soon as you push the button, it goes boom.”

As his teammates scurried around him setting explosives and planning the escape, Brock saw his first real chance to prove his usefulness.

The large Wretchengardan walked over and kicked out a window, then folded out his bipod and aimed his machine gun at the crowd of undead below. The machine gun barked and spat death for many long seconds, sawing through the mass of walking corpses. Brock targeted the zombies closest to the hotel, hoping to hold them back.

After stalling the zombies somewhat, Brock ran down to join the rest of the team in the lobby.

Devon tilts her head a moment. And shoves her staff into his hands. "Yep thats them, move away from me I've got to let them touch me. Get to somewhere where they can't get ahold of you. Under the rubble behind me works there's a small hole, but you should fit." She reached down with her now empty hands and grabbed the razor sharp blades of her daggers. "I'm going to have to draw off myself, we've got no time to get away from them." The blood dripped down her hands where the large arteries that go into the palms had been cut. "Prepare to wrap my hands tightly so I don't bleed to death." The Devon tilted her head again muttering a curse. "Left wrist too..." With that she dropped her hand to her side and as the zombies came into sight slit the veins in her left wrist open crosswise, she'd have more time to get the bleeding stopped that way.

Blood dripping down from both her arms leaving small droplets on the ground Devon stepped forward and waited for death to embrace the searing heat of life.


OOC: Going for dinner be back in a couple of hours.

Alexei was fireing off round after round into zombie skulls as he backed into the building from the front entrance, but the fiends were gaining on him. Running out of ammo, he threw his AK-47 at the zombies and pulled out his automatic shotgun.

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Running towards the back door, Chris was yelling, "Somebody hold this girl! I have a weapon! I can help!"

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Not wasting shells, Alexei slammed the doors shut and put a chair in front of them. He looked to his left, only to be attacked by a zombie! The thing was much taller than him, surprising since Alexie was 6'1", and went straight for his neck. Alexie held one of the zombie's arms up and brought up his weapon. The zombie opened its mouth and went for his jugular, only to have Alexei shove the automatic shotgun barrel into its mouth.

"Fuck off," He said as he pulled the trigger, blowing the zombie's brains across the room.

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Chris Mitchell

[OOC: Sorry for not posting. Connection problems. What happened while I was gone?]

OOC: Don't know when you "left"...but the commandos landed...met some of the survivors...and the zombies...retreated into the hotel...rigged it to explode as soon as the zombies followed...

But I recommend you read everything...

But I recommend you read everything...

I did. It's horribly boring reading all five pages back to back. I'm thinking about stopping my part of this RP.

Paul failed horribly in his search for the source of the scream and basically met up with no one. He switched to Plan B and decided to look for rifle ammo.

Paul found a cop car stopped in the middle of the road. As he walked toward it, he could sense something looking at him. Paul ignored his parinoia and just kept walking to the open door of the squad car. The car was empty, but there was pleanty of rifle ammo of the type he was looking for. He loaded some ammo.

Just then, he noticed that someone - or something - was looking at him. He turned around and saw two cops staring right at him. They were zombies! Paul raised his rifle and started shooting....

OOC: Some one can take the hurt girl if they want (Note: my last post)

IC:

Alexei squatted on the floor and wiped off his face with his hands. It didn't do much good...blood was everywhere. He shook his hair and with his head threw it back out of his face. The doors trembled as the zombies banged their fists and faces against them. Alexei stood and inched backwards.

He cocked his automatic shotgun...as the doors flew open...

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Lt. Alexei Ivanova

Col. Barok

Slinging the girl over his shoulders in a standard "fireman" carry position he calls out, "Fall back! Once we are clear of the structure I will blow it and we can clean up any that got through!" As he waved the detenator with his free hand.

He turns and faces the back door and runs through it as fast as the extra weight would allow, and is the first one to the alley way behind the complex. Setting the girl down he waits for the rest of his team and the civilians to work their way out of the building.
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Spectre

Taking her advice the squeezes himself into the dirt choked hole and waits, hearing the moaning and shuffling of the still approaching zombies.

After giving the girl to the colonel, Chris turned to run but noticed a man with a shotgun firing at the incoming zombies, seemingly dazed.

"Let's go!" Chris screamed, but the man kept shooting. Chris ran up to him and grabbed his shoulder. Alexei shot him an evil look and pushed him off. "Fine!" Chris said as he ran out the back door.

Closer and closer the zombies came, until finally Alexei turned and ran. Suddenly, the floor collapsed...and Alexei fell to the zombie infested garage below...

[OOC: The garage is the place where Chris started out on page one]

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Chris Mitchell

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Lt. Alexei Ivanova

"This mission is suicide," said Daniel Thomas, a member of the commando team. "I demand you end this mission immediately! Escape while we still have our lives!"

NOTE: Daniel Thomas is corrupt and is only looking out for himself. Rumor has it that he was once bribed by an internationally wanted terrorist so the terrorist could escape.

[EDIT: I made this character my commando because no one else played an evil commando and in RE, there was an evil character in the team.]

Colonel Barok looks at Daniel as he runs out of the building, "Mr. Thomas, I decide when this mission is scrubbed, and it ain't yet! We just have to find a way to stop these things on a large scale cause I am not sure about you, but I know I didn't take enough ammo to kill a city." looking back at the door, "Where the hell is that civ and Ivanova!"

Looking at the door two zombies are allready appearing, "Damn, they better have gotten out some other way cause otherwise the zombies got em, its over run in there."

"If anyone has an objection to what I am about to do speak now." <No one says a thing>, "Good."

He presses the red button and blows the C-4...

[OOC: Don't worry, the blast doesn't kill em, just makes a ceiling where the hole once was.]

[OOC: Chris was out, and I have plans for Alexei in the "basement" :twisted: ]

Chris watches from afar as the building is leveled, the sound of the blast making his ears ring.

"That bastard's still in there," he said to himself, remembering the gallant yet stupid man fireing off the shotgun at the hordes of the undead.

"Colonel...I only have a pistol," Chris asked Barok who gave him a look as to say "So?". "May I have something more...effective?"

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Chris Mitchell

Paul shot the two zombie cops. They kept walking. He had no other choice but to dash. As Paul ran back to the direction in which he came, he saw a huge explosion and ran into a commando team. "They're everywhere!" Paul shouted. "They have taken over the city! Are you here to help us!?"

"We know. We just blew up a huge crowd of them," replied Dan.

"You meen the ones chasing me from that direction are gone?" asked Paul. Dan was distracted by the two zombie cops that then came.

"We've got company!" Dan exclaimed.

Col. Juslin Barok:

"Unfortunatly I have no other weapons other than my CAR-15 and my side arm currently resides with Miss Williams. Ask some others cause I fresh out of guns. (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=104052)" he says to Chris.

"Fall back, quick and quite we are gonna try and get away and attrack as little attention as possible!" Picking up the girl again he heads away from the zombie cops. "Anyone who fires is gonna answer to me!"

Limited ammo, no rations or water, no radio signal. If I can't find a working hardline we are so screwed.

"That's it!" shouted Dan. "Call off this mission. We've lost enough lives!" He raised his pistol and pointed it at Colonel Barok. "I suggest you listen to me."

Paul pulled out his rifle and shot Daniel in the leg. "Don't you do this!" Paul exclaimed. Dan fell to the ground, injured. The real question was: Who was the "bad guy" - Paul or Dan? It was obvious that one was against the team.

Colonel Juslin Barok

"There is your more "efficient" weapon Chris." he says nodding to the struggling Dan Thomas. "Move it, thats sure to attract more and I don't want to be here when they come. As for Mr. "Pescimime" leave him, your mission is scrubbed Daniel, you can come back if you come to your senses before your eaten."

Damn, almost liked Ivanova over this guy, but I knew he'd get him self killed, I hope this one has a nice revelation in the face of the undead and comes back.

"What about the way you got here...oh..." Chris said, stopping himself. "It's probably overrun..."

Chris grabbed his gun from it's holster and retreated along with the others, out of the daylight, and into the strange shadow caused by the walls of the rift in the earth. He grabbed a flashlight from his pockets and held it up with his forearm parallel to his chest. He then crossed his wrists by resting the wrist attached to the hand holding the pistol to the wrist of the hand holding the flash light and continued into the darkness.

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Chris Mitchell

[ooc: example: http://207.44.246.95/129/44/upload/p316.jpg ]

Henry couldn't help but admire his handy work. However, the moment was short live. Everyone was scared and emotion were running hot

Realizing now that they where seriously out on ammo he grabbed his combat knife and attached it to the barrel of his gun.

"Col, do you think that there might be a weapon shop in town somewhere?" he asked

"On the other side of town," Chris muttered. He had lived in the town for about a month before the accident occured and knew it fairly well. Then again...nothing looked as it did anymore...

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Chris Mitchell

Henry looked over at Barok

"We Col. It may be far, but we need the ammo"

Col. Barok

"Lets move then, lets do out best to avoid zombies. I only got one and a half clips left and you guys seem out. Maybe the phone will work to *chuckle* or not, but a guy can hope." he says.

Bringin his NVD (night-vision device) down over his eyes (image inhancement, Gen3 (http://science.howstuffworks.com/nightvision3.htm) btw) he begins follows Chris towards the gun shop.

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Screams ring out through the streets, although no one appears where the voices indicate they should. Jumpy, Chris darts his light towards the sounds, but nothing is found.

"Damnit..." He mutters loud enough for those around him to hear. "What the hell happened here?"

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Chris Mitchell

Col. Barok:

"Thats the reason we were send her Chris, to find out what happened and to rescue survivors if we found any." he says, "but I think we have really changed from our objective, now its more survival than recon and rescue."

Cause ya can't do recon if you don't survive, he thoughtly grimly to himself.

Chris shook his head. "That's why I was sent her too...along with two others..."

Another scream...closer this time...Chris aimed his light and his pistol at the sound...nothing...

"The Empire was suspicious as to what was going on here...or at least that's what they said," He pointed the light and the gun forwards once more. "I'm from Steel Butterfly..."

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Chris Mitchell

“There is more here then what you are telling us isn’t there Col?” She looked around “It not every day that a city sinks into the ground and the dead rise is it. Your and you team obliviously were not prepared for what you found where you.”

She had been trained to question anything and every thing. But one thing that she knew was the military commander did not like to be questioned. However, at this point she could careless.

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Emily Williams

Colonel Barok

He asks, "Suspicious of what, as I have said before we were sent in with almost no intel on the situation. And calm down Chris, I don't think these creatures can scream, moan yes, scream no."

Slowly scanning the area he speaks again, "As to you being from Steel Butterfly, I my self know almost nothing about, heard a few reports from command of a dictatorship with a massive population and millitary, but not much else. I'm from AFRP as it is, almost made 1st Division too, but that damned final test did me in."

A far off look comes about him, "But thats beyond the point, tell me what you know about the situation."

He sighs and turns to Miss Williams, "All we were sent in with was that a massive EMP-like shockwave came out of the city right before its collapse, remaining active untill about 40 minutes before our arival. We had assumed most of the people had survived because satilight photos revealed quite a bit of movement, but we had odd readings from thermal, very little heat, but we assumed it was merely interferance from the dust cloud."

"I don't know much," Chris said, thinking. "We found out that a weapon was being constructed...but what it was, what it's used for, and where is it...we didn't know."

He shook his head, sounds of death echoing through his ears...his mind...

"Perhaps these things can't scream...yet something is..."

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Chris Mitchell

Darkness...all around...

"What the hell did I do to myself?"

The moaning...approaching...

"Idiot..."

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Lt. Alexei Ivanova

Holding her blood dripping arms out wide she embraces the first zombie and leaning her head against his ear as they all begin to crowd around her she speaks. "My wounds to your wounds, my blood to yours darkness embrace us, Light from within, Creator come take us." Silence descended on the group of zombies and a low unearthly hum filled the air. Then there was nothing, a bright flash of light and a single thud as Devon hit the ground, soakes in her own blood she lay there staring at the stars, unable to make herself move to do any more than call to Spectre. "There gone. I need you to come wrap these wounds and then we can keep going...if we can only get to the lake behind that wall we will be fine."

OOC: Lycir, just try not to go too far into "fantasy land" with your RP's. I'm trying to keep this down to earth as much as I can...

[OOC: Gotta go with SB on this, not sure how to follow that (ie you got total control of Spectre)

Spectre

He wriggles out of the small hole and rushes to Devon and begins to bind her wounds as best he can with the scraps of cloth that had been laid out.

[OOC: Gotta go with SB on this, not sure how to follow that (ie you got total control of Spectre)

Spectre

He wriggles out of the small hole and rushes to Devon and begins to bind her wounds as best he can with the scraps of cloth that had been laid out.

[ooc: No no...you keep your character...I just don't want anymore mystic powers that happen when blind people cut themselves with daggers and chant stuff...]

[ooc: yes, I am keeping the character, however, I am just unsure of how to treat him while dealing with this mystic.]

[OOC: I guess just play along...hmm...post as the commander :wink: ]

Colonel Juslin Barok

He grunts a reply at Chris's statement, "Yeah, but we just have to deal with things one at a time, and number one now is getting to the gun shop with out getting swamped!"

A long lonely howl of a scream echos around them, into their very core.

"Now that, I don't like. Lets pick up the pace people," he adjusts the unconsious girl on his shoulders before speaking again, "Damn that Ivanova, despite him being an idiot and all we could sure use his ammo. But beyond that everyone's gotten to stoic. Contemplating how we will die are ya? Were not gonna die, not on my watch. I didn't spend 18 hours a day of weapons practice to make this position just to have my team go soft in a mission."

Thinking for a moment, "Let me rephrase that, if we save ammo and avoid fire fights AND attention, we should have a good chance of getting out of here so we can just napalm this hell hole."

He thinks to himself, they might do that anyway even if we don't get out, no radio contact, damn those brass. It all depends on communication now...

[ooc: don't worry about flaming death that can be postponed forever, just like in DnD, no matter how long you stay at an inn the evil world ending ritual just starts as soon as you get there.]

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Colonel Juslin Barok

"Too many ways to die out here," Chris mutters to the Colonel. "Would take too long to thing of them all..."

Chris thought again of Ivanova. The man had fallen down to where he had escaped from. There was a way out, but it was most definately overrun. Besides...the fall itself was long enough.

"Why is this happening to me?" he thought to himself.

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Chris Mitchell

"Karma, that is if you believe in that stuff. But ya gotta remember, being sent anywhere on any mission gots its dangers. Although I don't remember any of my training was dealing with a city full of undead hordes." Barok says.

Muttering to him self, "Damn, sun must be almost set, the city is in darkness. If it wasn't for these goggles this party be blind. Hows your light holding up?"

The sounds of the streen crunching under their feet was the only thing they heard for what seemed to be eternity...

Chris pipes up, "I think we are getting close to the shop," just as a wave of rotten flesh and decay sweeps over their sense.

"Oh man! Must have been one big ass fight!" Barok calls out. Turning the corner he get to see how right he was.

"Well, at least we found the gun store." he says. What he doesn't say because its seen is the mounds upon mounds of undead littering the street literally soaking it with blood and entrails. The windows of the store are blown out nothing is moving inside. "Damn, looks like both sides took out each other. But ya gotta wonder who those other people were."

Chris steps over a corpse and looks around. Death...destruction...

Entering the weapons shop, he checks the shelfs and boxes...finding little...but still something.

"They cleaned house," he mused as something moaned...in the doorway...

It was so close...it frightened Chris and he dropped his flashlight, leaving only an dim light on, focus in the corner. Chris fired wildly, but the zombie got the better of him, forcing him down to the floor and knocking the gun out of his hand.

Holding the fiend's head with one hand under its bloody chin and one on its decaying forehead, Chris tried to snap its neck, but he couldn't get a good enough grip. The horror clamped down its jaws on Chris' left shoulder and Chris let out a scream...of pain...of terror...

Thinking fast, he grabbed the still-lit flashlight and smashed the zombie over the head with it. Chris scrambled to his feet and pulled out his knife, swinging it low as to cut the zombie's knees out from under him. However, the zombie had not gotten to its feet yet, and Chris's knife connected with the zombie's skull, making a sickening sound. The zombie groaned and collapsed.

"I'll see you in hell!" Chris exclaimed as he retrieved his knife from the rotten head. "Medic!" He called to the team, grasping his shoulder where the zombie had gotten a mouthfull, and searching the floor for his pistol.

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Chris Mitchell

Hearing someone call for a medic Emily made her way throught the shop until she found Chris holding his shoulder.

"Here let me see" she said as she moved his hand away from the wound. "Looks like some bit you" she said with a concerned look on her face. Taking a moment she examined the wound. "Don't nothing serious, can't give you any thing for the pain, but I can wrap in up."

Pulling out a medic that Herny had given her earlier she placed a bandage on Chris's wound then wrapped into place.

"I bet this isn't how you planned your day is it" she said with a bit of a smile on her face.

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Emily Williams

OOC: 7 pages just in the weekend?. Boys, you overstimated me. I just go on a vacation and this RP is almost ending?. Well, I'll try to join again, but I'm lost.

IC:

The girl moved, she moaned when her leg didn't reacted, and a sharp pain from the shattered bone runned through her flesh. She was surrounded by soldiers, more like commandoes. Maybe they were hare to rescue the survivors. Finally she sat on the ground, looking at the soldiers. "Who are you?, And what do you want?", said the girl looking at them.

One of the soldiers just opened his eyes wide behind his mask. "This is the girl I was looking for. How lucky I am. Now I can escape with the girl and nobody is going to note it", he said to himself.

Dan, injured by the gunshot to his leg, limped over to Chris. "I told you all that we need to get out of here!" he shouted. "We don't want anyone to die here!" Just then, the two zombie cops broke into the gun store pursuing their victims. Paul shot both of the zombies in the head with his rifle.

"How long can we hold ground before we have to move on?" Paul asked.

((Wow, I missed a lot. I was gone over the weekend. Ok, catchyupy time.))


Justin groaned and tried to get up, but a jolt of pain in the back of his head kept him from moving. He settled for opening his eyes, and he noticed he was in near total darkness. From the faint outlines he could make out, he was in some kind of basement, and the stench of rot was stronger than ever. Something was shambling towards him, and a wave of fear went through the scientist. He struggled to get up, finally succedding with immense pain. Still, every movement sent a sharp sting of pain through him, and there was no way that he would move in time. Feeling hopeless, Justin just looked into the emotionless eyes of the zombie coming towards him.

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"Holy shit." Jay mumbled under his breath at the sight of the carnage ridden gun shop.

He brought up his rifle and looked around for any more enemies, feeling uneasy about this place.

OOC: 7 pages just in the weekend?. Boys, you overstimated me. I just go on a vacation and this RP is almost ending?. Well, I'll try to join again, but I'm lost.


[ooc: oh we're nowhere near the end :? ]

OOC: 7 pages just in the weekend?. Boys, you overstimated me. I just go on a vacation and this RP is almost ending?. Well, I'll try to join again, but I'm lost.


[ooc: oh we're nowhere near the end :? ]

"How long can we hold ground before we have to move on?" Paul asked.

OOC: Am I to late to even join?

OOC: Am I to late to even join?

[OOC: No. This RP is just getting better.]

OOC: I kind of feel stupid cause I didn't bother reading the whole thing. Can someone fill me quickly. Oopsy maybe I should read up before I start a new IC post. hahah/

"How long can we hold ground before we have to move on?" Paul asked.

Barok lets lose a little grunt and says,"As long as we have to. I want a full search of that building, bring out anything that can be usufull. I want Kobe, Chris, and myself to secure the perimeter. The rest of you I want inside and searching. And congradulations to our little unconsious piggy backer for waking up. Let move it people!"

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Colonel Juslin Barok

OOC: I kind of feel stupid cause I didn't bother reading the whole thing. Can someone fill me quickly. Oopsy maybe I should read up before I start a new IC post. hahah/

No...you may still join....but you really should read both the OOC and the IC threads. We all have the background that you don't. Also...when you enter...do it easily. Don't start the same way everyone else did...since you're starting late.

"I bet this isn't how you planned your day is it" she said with a bit of a smile on her face.


Chris shot her a look as if to question her intelligence level. Had she not seen all around them? Had she not seen the zombie?...zombies...?

"We don't want anyone to die here!"

"Doesn't seem like that stops anyone from moving...or eating..." Chris replied sarcastically, but without a smile to indicate a joke was told.

"I want Kobe, Chris, and myself to secure the perimeter."

Chris clenched his left shoulder and the blood seeped between his fingers. Stepping on his gun, he bend down to pick it up.

"Don't know how much good I'll do..."

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Chris Mitchell

Alexei got to his feet quickly, checking his body for any signs of injuries. Luckily, there were none...

The dim light danced along the bloody and broken walls, as if to symbolize the undead looking for him, their next meal.

Hearing a moan, he pulled the pin on his grenade. Waiting a few seconds, he threw it out and up, so that it would explode on the ceiling in order to shed light on the car garage where he was staying. Unfortunately, it was now night, a fact formerly unknown to Alexei. However, the explosion quickly showed him the location of the zombies and even caught some on fire. They were all around him, slowly pacing their way in.

Switching the light on at the end of his automatic shotgun, he aimed it at one head, than another, and then a third before the first sense of panic struck. There were so many...too many...

He unloaded into a certain section, using the spread from his shells to take out 2 or 3 with one shot, and then using the shotgun as a shield pushed his way through some, eventually falling, but fighting his way back up.

Punching and kicking his way through, he made it to the wall of rubble and began climbing....only to see the zombies. Some fell down to greet him...while others waiting above...dripping blood from their rotting mouths.

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Lt. Alexei Ivanova

---DIE EVIL SAXON DEVIL WORSHIPER---

(OOC: SB Tappee wrapped the wound)

"I've seen alot worse wounds and those men kept going. Besides, its mostly flesh, just a human bite you know. Besides, not gonna be high profile here, just walk around the place, if there are more than we can take out we just run. But if your not up to it I could ask another..." Barok replies.

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Colonel Juslin Barok

---*Sigh* 200 posts and narry a multi, now look at me, THE HORROR!---

---Curse of the Serve Strikes Again!---

[OOC: I read that...but it's still bleeding. Also...edit your triple post please. :P ]

The Fall of a Hero
Dan couldn't believe that no one else would listen to him. He wanted to escape and he knew trouble was comming. Dan found Paul and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Civlian," Dan said to Paul. "Do you know this city fairly well?"

"No," Paul replied sarcastically. "I only helped build half of it."

"Do you know any way out that may not have been destroyed by the earthquake?" Dan asked again.

"Yes," Paul explained. "Down by the river, at the east border of the city, there is a bridge that may have lasted. It would be the only safe way out."

"Can you take me there?" asked Dan.

"Yes," Paul said. "Why?"

Dan poited his pistol at Paul and said, "This city is not safe. You are going to take me to the exit or I'll blast your brains over the floor. Be thankful that you are going to be the one that escapes with me." Paul kept calm and started walking. Dan's pistol was pushed against Paul's back and Paul led Dan all the way to the bridge....


They arrived at the river to find the bridge intact. Dan started running over to the bridge. "Freedom at last," he thought. Dan started to walk, but then Paul shouted for him to stop.

"Do you have any C4 with you?" Paul asked.

"Yeah," Dan replied.

"We need to destroy the bridge before zombies cross it into the rest of the world," Paul explained. "We can rig the explosives at one end of the bridge and still be able to cross into freedom." Daniel agreed and they started setting up explosives. They prepared to cross, but then a horde of zombies came into sight.

"Run!" Dan shouted. "The zombies are comming!" They went toward the other end of the bridge and pressed the button triggering the C4. It didn't explode. The zombies were closing in on them; the horde had almost reached the end of the bridge. It was at that point that Dan realized that he was evil and only looking out for himself.

"Go!" Dan shouted to Paul. "I'll have to trigger the C4 at the source."

"But you'll die," Paul objected.

"That no longer matters," Daniel said confidently. "We can't let these zombies out in the open." He ran over to the end of the bridge. The zombies were closing in on him. Dan pulled out his pistol and shot the explosives. The C4 exploded and Dan died, along with the zombies. Paul jumped into the river as the bridge collapsed....

[OOC: Come on, people! This is based on RE. Some characters have to die! Also, I had to destroy the only safe way out of the city so it'll be harder.]

[OOC: Yeah...but it's only page 8...they don't have to die yet.

And also...as for what I know...the only two ways out are the dropship and perhaps scaling the towering walls of earth that surround the city. Perhaps the land could slope up on one side of the city, but no bridge would survive...no bridge...

The city fell...we did that so that they couldn't escape. There couldn't simply be a bridge to the rest of the world...]

"I've seen alot worse wounds and those men kept going. Besides, its mostly flesh, just a human bite you know. Besides, not gonna be high profile here, just walk around the place, if there are more than we can take out we just run. But if your not up to it I could ask another..." Barok replies.


"Yes...run...but where to? We're running out of places, Colonel," Chris said, tightening the wrap on his shoulder. "I'll be fine..."'

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Chris Mitchell

[OOC: I was wrong...lol...you quad-posted. Check the last page!]

Colonel Juslin Barok

"Your right Chris, the walls are closing in so to speak. However, the most important objective, other than more ammo and surviving, is to find the cause and stop it if possible. Now I think we may find the source here, in the center of the fallen city," pointing to the center of the map he had just fished out," once we finish our search here I sudject heading there, any other sudjestions." Barok barks out.

Where the hell did Dan and that other Civ go?

[OOC: ...no bridge would survive...no bridge...]

The bridge was so long it was at a diagnial angle to the surface. Now it's destroyed.

[OOC: Fair enough nanak]

Chris winced. The Colonel had gotten the location right.

"I'm not sure if 'stopping it' is an option," He began. "It appears to have already happened. Perhaps finding out what exactly did happen and how to reverse it, if there is a way, would be a better option."

He felt a sharp pain on his shoulder and looked down to see two paper clips stuck on it.

How the hell'd they get there?

He pulled them off, yet he somehow felt a slight resistance...

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Chris Mitchell

OOC: I am still clueless as to what is going on. Someone clue me in and maybe I can participate. Thanks.

[OOC: Please read some of the idea thread. (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=103283)]

OOC: That is a lot of reading. I got through the first page though. Hahaha. You shouldn't ask someone to read so much when this is their break from finals. I get the gist though. So, which story line did you use? Any characters you are in need of?

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=103283&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=62

start from there and read a bit...also...have the OOC conversations there

Punching and kicking his way through, he made it to the wall of rubble and began climbing....only to see the zombies. Some fell down to greet him...while others waiting above...dripping blood from their rotting mouths.

Alexei saw one of the fiends fall. It missed his platform by a few feet and continued down to the bottom, where the others ate it and continued on. He cocked his gun. They were having trouble climbing, yet it took little effort to fall.

One landed on his platform, but he quickly kicked it off while shooting another one down.

Raining zombies...great...how the hell do I get out of here?

Pulling another grenade out of his pocket, he climbed as far up as he could go without the undead reaching up and tossed the explosive up through the escape hole.

The shock rang through his ears, but Alexei quickly climbed up and into the burning lobby of the even more destroyed hotel. A zombie, caught in a raging inferno, approached him before burning up and collapsing at his feet.

Alexei looked into the parade of zombies in the streets and thought only one thing...he needed to get back to that dropship...

The ammo...and the way out...

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Lt. Alexei Ivanova

OOC: Damn, is there still time to join? I know a pretty good way to bring a character in.

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=103283&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=62

start from there and read a bit...also...have the OOC conversations there

*Ahem...post your idea, Sigma*

Mason looked at the fallen creature. "Damned things!" he spoke out loud to no one in particular.

He felt a jolt of pain in his left arm and grimaced.

He had been walking on the sidewalk a few hours earlier. He was going home to watch to check out the damage from the quake and heard a vehicle coming down the road. He looked up and saw a truck grinding along the side of the building towards him at high speed. His reaction time was a little slow, but he managed to jump into an alley way. His arm had been clipped by the truck, and he was pretty sure it was broken.

After that, he had encountered his first creature. He beat the thing's head in with a pipe and ran away.

He had been lost for several hours now, encountering a number of the creatures along the way. He often heard gunshots, no doubt survivors battling the creatures. There was still hope of finding someone alive.

"I have got to get a gun or something." He hefted his bloody and dented pipe, and began walking down the street.

Emily looked over at Chris, who looked rather nervous for some reason.

"How the shoulder Chris, everything OK" she asked.





OOC: Sorry I haven't been posting, but I have been putting in a lot of time at work, usually 10-12 hours. But I'm keeping up.

Chris ignored the strange incident with the paper clips and responded, "I just worry about infection. Human mouths are disgusting...and the undead have to just crawl with germs..."

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Emily thought to herself for a moment "You have a valid Concern, If I had acess to a lab, I could check for infection.

Chris winced but tried to hide it with a smile. "Too bad we don't have one here...are there any other options?"

He heard a distinct moan behind him, and turned to look, pointing his weapon in that direction.

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--Damnable doubleposts--

Mason spun when he heard the moan. A dead cop was lurching towards him. He thought about running, but saw that it still had its belt on, gun in holster.

"Come on you bastard." He waited until the zombie was close enough and used a backhand motion to swing the pipe into the side of its head. He heard a sickening crunch as its skull caved in. The zombie fell over dead for the last time.

Mason reached down and took off it's belt. He put it on, feeling comfort at the weight of the pistol at his hip. He unholstered the weapon and slid out the clip with fair difficulty. His arm hurt like nothing else. Luckily, the clip was full, and he slid it back in. He cocked the pistol. There were also three other clips in the belt as well as a walkie talkie and a nightstick. He decided the pipe was still useful, and slid it into his pocket.

He pulled out the walkie talkie and tried to turn it on. Nothing happened. He opened the battery case up and discovered that there were no actual batteries.

"Of all the damned luck."

He put the walkie talkie back and started moving off down the street, picking his way over a partially collapsed building.

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Mason Cale

Alexei looked into the parade of zombies in the streets and thought only one thing...he needed to get back to that dropship...

The ammo...and the way out...

"Go away..." he whispered to the zombies, not expecting a reaction. A moan, and Alexei spun around, only to see a zombie reaching its arms out to grab him. Alexei pulled his shotgun up...and paused.

The zombie wasn't moving...it was stuck...but on what?

Pulling the trigger, he blew the zombie's head off, yet it still remained stuck on the broken metal I-beam. Alexei tried pulling the body off and after much effort was despensed, he suceeded...only to find that nothing was holding it on.

Shaking his head, he began to walk away but remembered that he left his automatic shotgun back with the corpse so he decided to retrieve it.

Upon reaching the weapon however, it was similarly stuck to the headless body, and gave resistance whenever Alexei tried to pick it up. Intrigued, he picked up some scrap metal and held it near the felled zombie...it was somehow magnetic!

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OOC: That was post #6666 for me :shock: :twisted:

OOC:Would anyone mind if my guy appeared out of nowhere?

[OOC: The first paragraph is explaining what happened right after the fall from the bridge. The next half a half-hour later.]

Paul was sure he had broken a few bones in the fall. It was a miracle that he had broken only a few bones from a fall like that. However, he was a former wrestler, now a construction worker and he had great strength endurance. It would put Paul's endurance to the test as he walked the deserted streets looking for the others.



Paul was walking for a half-hour before he heard something. He drew his rifle and pointed in the direction of the noise. "Who's there?" he called out to see if the commandos were there. If it was not the commandos, chances was that it was the zombies....

Greg Ladel woke up sweating. He had no clue where he was. Actually, he couldn't remember anything. He was lying in the dirt, blood dripping from his leg. He looked at it. He had broken it somehow. Greg pulled off his shirt and tied it around his leg. He crawled a few feet to a metal pole and grabbed it. He hoisted himself up onto his one good leg, using the 3 foot pole as a walking stick. All around was fire and wreckage. There was a car burning upside down on the ground. For the first time, he looked up. Nothing. He had to be underground. Greg walked to the car and found a blood stained duffel bag. Something was wrong. He looked in. A cell phone! He picked it up and stared at the screen in horror. 'Low Battery' flashed. Greg delved deeper into the bag. He felt something metallic. In a few moments a gun was brought from the bag. It was a Smith and Wesson 629. There was something seriously wrong around here...

OOC:Would anyone mind if my guy appeared out of nowhere?

OOC: You'd have to do it well. And please...post OOC things in the OOC thread! :evil:

Greg begins to limp in the direction south of the car. He suddenly hears a buzzing noise in the distance. He picks up his pace. In a minute or two he stops. He looks in horror at what he sees. It is a horribly mutilated corpse. There is no neck or stomach left. Only a rotten smell.
In the hand of it is a black object. Due to the lack of light, Greg can not see what it is. As he reaches for it he realizes what it is. It was an XM radio. As he picks it up, he turns it off and the buzzing from it stops. He begins on his course again.
He hears a groan. On the ground is a body of a female. "Are you alright miss?"he asks. "Miss?" The body gets up and shuffles towards him grabbing for him. He knocks her off.
"Do that again and you'll regret it." Stop it!" "NOW!" he yells. She doesn't stop. He removes the revolver from the bag. He shoots at her foot. In a blast of flesh, it flies off.
The woman continues moving towards him, footless. He shoots her once clean in the head. It is over.
After she fell, he looked at her. Her corpse was previosly mauled. "What is this?" "I need out of here" "HELLO" he yells. "HELLO" he yells again. With only 4 rounds left he moves onwards.

EDITED

With a little time travel involved, my post joins the Flying Dutchman, never again to reach a port of call.
Sorry.

*Makes a quick exit.

[OOC: Please edit your post. You never asked for permission to participate in the OOC thread (I'll check if you did, but either way you were never accepted. Also if you read the OOC thread, you'd realize that we aren't interested in dealing with such things as vampires. A member of this RP (Forget who right now...it's in the OOC thread) spent a good bit of time trying to come up with a scientific reason why the zombies appeared.

Don't get me wrong...it's a good post...It just isn't wanted in this RP.

Colonel Barok hears the reports in dismay, "Nothing sir, only a few batteries, and this half eaten apple."

Damn, nothing is going right, our best bet is to head to the center of the circle and see if this “incident” can be reversed.

With a deep sigh he calls out, “Lets move it, I’ll take point.”

Once again trudging along the hallowed streets in solemn silence he slowly begins to recite;

"Now hollow fires burn out to black,
And lights are fluttering low:
Square your shoulders, lift your pack
And leave your friends and go.
O never fear, lads, naught's to dread,
Look not to left nor right:
In all the endless road you tread
There's nothing but the night."

“Col, I mean no disrespect, but don’t you think that we should keep a low profile, and keep quiet. We’re low on supplies, the last thing that we need is an attack.”

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Mason sat in the wrecked ambulance. He had made a fairly good splint using gauze and other medical equipment, and was feeling better about his arm. He also found some painkillers, and took those as well. He watched how many he took, not wanting to slow his reaction in case one of those things got the drop on him.

He heard a shuffling noise and picked up the pistol and aimed it at the back of the ambulance. A zombie shuffled into view from outside the ambulance and looked at Mason. It lifted its arms and began to try to get into the ambulance. Mason pulled the trigger once and the bullet went straight into the things head, throwing it back.

He jumped to the ground and looked around to see if the thing had any friends. Finding the area clear, he began to walk down the street, walking around wrecked and abandoned cars as well as rubble from the quake. This was hell on earth.

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Mason Cale

The colonel merely looked at him and said, "The brave don't live forever, but the cautious don't live at all. Here's to the brave! Timothy Luce."

It was clear that the senseless horrors and the desolation of this place had slowly begun to takes its toll upon Colonel Juslin Barok.


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Colonel Juslin Barok, The Quoting Soldier

Greg walked for hours. Nothing. Not even another zombie. He had seen carcasses and other body parts, but none with heads still attached. Someone had to have went through here.

It had been hours since Greg had ate. He was rapidly searching for a food stock;or an ambulence or other medical place to fix up his leg. Greg had a degree in Medical Technologies so he knew a thing or two about medicine.

Back at home, Greg had been the Grand Nephew of the President. There was a family fight and then he was disowned. After awhile, he decided to move to another Nation.

While they were flying in the helicopter to get to his destined place, a huge explosion occured and the helicopter's systems got jammed. It went on an emergency descent coarse and then Greg blacked out. He had to find an exit.

[[OOC:Sigma Octavus is it ok if i come accross Mason and they join up?]]

OOC: Yeah, sure.

Mason decided that the area was fairly secure, and went back to a nearby car. He leaned against it to rest.

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Mason Cale

"Who's there?" Paul called out again. It was then he heard someone recite a poem/chant. He reconized the voice as one of the commandos. Paul limped over to them. "Dan is dead. He died destroying the only easy exit."

"Who's there?" Paul called out again. It was then he heard someone recite a poem/chant. He reconized the voice as one of the commandos. Paul limped over to them. "Dan is dead. He died destroying the only easy exit. In a life where he was only looking out for himself, he went in an unselfish way." He paused. "What has happened while I was gone?"

Greg seen it from a distance. It was a savior for him. An ambulence. He limped to it. After a few minutes inside, he was fixed up, but of coarse he still had a limp.

He walked outside. Down the way he heard a sound. He stopped and creeped up to the area he heard it at. A body was leaning against a car. He walked to hit and the body didn't move. Then he said "Hello?" The guy turned around fast. He pointed the S&W at its head. It wasn't zombie. It was a normal human. Sweat dripped from his face as the man looked at Greg. "Who are you?"

"Names Mason. You know, you're the first human I've seen all day."
Mason was hiding how happy he was. He found another human.

"What's your name."

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Mason Cale

"The brave don't live forever, but the cautious don't live at all. Here's to the brave! Timothy Luce."


Chris looked at the colonel and shivered. A cold wind had started up in the fallen city and he had short sleeves on. He clenched the two paperclips in his hand, the ones that had been attracted to his bloody shoulder. Curious, he threw them into the air a bit and watched as they made their way back to his shoulder.

He clenched his fists...and they left his shoulder, levitating in the air. Sensing someone watching, he grabbed them in his fist again. Putting the paperclips in his pocket, he pulled out his pistol and got back into his ready stance.

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Chris Mitchell

Intrigued, he picked up some scrap metal and held it near the felled zombie...it was somehow magnetic!

Startled and confused, Alexei dropped the metal and looked back onto the streets. He pulled out a small tracking device and tried to navigate towards where the dropship was located. As expected, it wasn't far away....

...there was just a lot of death between here and there...walking, hungry death...

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Lt. Alexei Ivanova

Colonel Juslin Barok

(OOC: other char is "inactive" till the bleeding blind woman posts)

Walking down the street in front of the group, CAR-15 hanging by its strap, he pulls out an old iron coin with a now faded image of a man.

Twiddling it in his fingers he lets the cool smooth surface calm his thoughts, that is till it hits the ground with surprising speed.

"What the..." he exclaim, knowing he had not dropped it. Bending down to pick it up he find it quite difficult, only prying it by using a small piece of debrie to go underneath it.

"Any you others notice strange things happening with metal?" he asks.

Good old aluminum construction (for his rifle) at least that isn't getting heavier. he thought with a small smile.

"I am Greg. Nice to meet you Mason." Greg had a sudden ruch of faith. "I am the Great Nephew of President Fred Lewis, of The Last Anarchy order. I can't remember what happened. I seen a huge flash and then i remember my heli falling out of the sky. The rest is a blur. How in God's name did you get in this Hell Hole?"

"I live in this city. I was coming back from work when the earthquake hit. My car was all but crushed by rubble, and I managed to get out unhurt. I got hit by a truck, hence the arm." He held up his now bandaged and splinted left arm.

"I started running into these things and killing them."

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Mason Cale

As the group made there way through the street Emily looked to her left and noticed a dim light on in the shop, and that’s when it hit her.

“Why didn’t I see it before.” She yelled out. Breaking from the group she kick open the door, and made her way into store. For a moment she just stared up at the Fluorescence light, just thinking.

Henry had chased after her, and was a bit confused. “What I don’t get it” he asked “It just a light bulb.”

Emily nodded. “I know, but when the city sank, we got off from the power grid”

“Ok then why is it on, then.” He inquired.

Emily reached up and pulled the light out of the socket; despite being disconnected it was still dimly lit. “Well” she explained “fluorescence work a bit different from regular bulbs. Normal bulbs are just big resistor, were as fluorescence light up when an electrical current runs through them. The reason that this bulb is lit, is because there is an current running through, as very small one.”

Again Henry had a confused looked on his face “But we are not getting any power from the grid”

A smile came across her face. “I know” she begun swinging the bulb through the air. When she did this the light grew brighter. “We are in the middle of a gigantic magnetic field. It’s in flux, therefore it creates a small electrical current, thus lighting the bulbs”

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Emily Williams

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"Is there an airport around here anywhere?" "I have a pilot's license and can fly." "I also have a medical degree so i can look at your arm to see if anything is majorly wrong."

"Who's there?" Paul called out again. It was then he heard someone recite a poem/chant. He reconized the voice as one of the commandos. Paul limped over to them. "Dan is dead. He died destroying the only easy exit. In a life where he was only looking out for himself, he went in an unselfish way." He paused. "What has happened while I was gone?"

Could someone reply to this?

Putting his gun in his holster, Chris pulled out the paperclips again, this time holding them up to his right shoulder. No magnitism...they just fell to the ground...

However, when Chris bent down to get them, they began to shake and lept towards his left, bloody shoulder.

At the sound of an explosion and gunfire, Chris spun around. Blood and gore was flying everywhere as groups of the undead attempted to overtake a man...

Ivanova...

With another explosion, Alexei got to his feet and ran towards the shop where the people were located. He turned his upper body as he ran, firing shells into the zombies in pursuit.

About halfway towards the base of the living, he stopped as his right hand seemed not able to go any further. He pulled and pulled, yet Alexei could not budge.

"I'll see you in hell!" He said, letting go of his automatic shotgun. It flew backwards and through a zombie's skull.

"Fuck in' things are magnetic!" He screamed, throwing a grenade and then continuing his escape.

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Chris Mitchell

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Lt. Alexei Ivanova

Alexei reached the group only to have a gun barrel shoved in his face. Looking around, he noticed that everyone else was suffering from the same fate. The Colonel shot him a look of hatred as his gun was stripped from him.

"STOP THIS! We gotta get out of here! They're coming!" Alexei protested.

The commandos looked at each other, either nodding or shaking their heads. "You all have been exposed to prolonged and extreme magnetic fields and energy. You will be taken back to headquarters...to make sure you all are ok."

The man took out a scanner and looked at readouts of each person. "One of you cannot be taken back," he said, pointing at Chris. "I will not allow a potential biohazard in my ship, or the...shelter..."

Chris looked at the ground. He opened his hand and levitated the paper clips in his palm.

"What's happening to me?" he asked himself...

"That's unacceptable!" Alexei responded, not waiting for the colonel to reply. "Who the hell are you?"

"That's not important," the agent replied, lifting his gun and aiming for Chris's head. Chris didn't react, but instead continued to play with the paperclips. Adjusting his aim for Chris's heart, the agent fired a three-shot burst into Chris's chest.

Chris fell peacefully, collapsing on the ground in an almost fetal position.

"Anyone else?" an agent asked. No one replied. "Good...you will be coming with us. Now move out!"

So everyone left the safety of the shop and ventured once more out towards the crawling streets.

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Chris Mitchell

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Lt. Alexei Ivanova

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Mysterious Agent

OOC: Don't try to be a hero just yet. Think rationally and go along with the agents. There are 10 of them, all armed to the teeth. Plotting an overthow is fine...just don't have your guy avoid capture and then pop out and pop some head in. Eventually an overthrow will have to happen, since this is not the end....and that will probably happen during a zombie confrontation.

Emily glanced over at henry, the two had just rejoined the group.

"Hope they have more answers" she said as they started to follow their new found friends, if you could call them that.

"Oh great," Paul commented to himself. "I just rejoined the group and now look what happens." He didn't resist. At least Dan had already died. Paul was sure that Dan would have tried to attack the mysterious agents - and would have failed, too....

Colonel Juslin Barok

Damn, and I had 45 shots in that thing too, he thought to himself while being led down the street by these armed assailants.

*Sigh* at least I got my boot knife, but that won't be much help against these guys, who ever they are.

Looking at the men he sums them up, type II body armor, kevlar helmet, bio hazard mask, some form of assault rifle, two pistols, and what seems to be a grenade baret.

Thinking back to his training he wondered how to deal with this, only one thing came to mind, use the enviorment.

With that he started to make his foot steps and breathing as audiable as possible, Common you hungry bastards, common! and jestures to the others to join him.

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Colonel Juslin Barok

edit: double post

Alexei was horrified. Was the colonel mad? These things...these monsters...they were more dangerous than their captors.

Thinking of Chris, he shook his head. "Contaminated?" he thought to himself. No...Chris was probably eaten by now...

A moan was heard and the leader of the agents put his hand up, signaling them to stop. An agent was sent towards the sound...

The screams, nothing near human, rang out from the dark alley and then quieted after a long ten to twenty seconds.

"COME ON!" the leader yelled to his agents and the other men and women that he had in his custody as he led them down the alley, flash lights darting every which way...

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An agent threw up in his helmet, blowing his chunks all over his face. Another, who was shining the light on what was left of the man, seemed frozen in place, staring at the carnage.

A few feet from the remains laid the mask and gun of the agent who the leader had sent in.

"What...did I...do...?" The leader mused, taking off his mask. The other agents snapped back into reality, moving their gazes from the corpse to thier leader. The leader saluted them all, raised his gun to his temple, and shot himself.

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Lt. Alexei Ivanova

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Mysterious Agent

"Is there an airport around here anywhere?" "I have a pilot's license and can fly." "I also have a medical degree so i can look at your arm to see if anything is majorly wrong."

"The closest airport is outside the city. Not very close at all. We're trapped in here."

He looked at his broken arm and the splint he had put on. "I think I got it pretty well fixed. You can look though."

Henry couldn’t help but shakes his head, the team leader was more then willing to kill Chris, but couldn’t handle what was going around him.

“Not a good time to lose ones head” he said coldly. “Oh well, now we have some extra ammo to split up between us.”

Thing are really getting worse he thought to himself. The Colonel is losing his mind, now this. For the first time since all this begun he was beginning to wonder if they where going to make it out alive.

Emily gasps in horror at Henry’s comment. “The man just killed himself, doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

Henry thought for a moment “No, in situations like this there are two types of people. Those how fight to survive, and those who don’t. He could handle the pressure; we are better off with out him. I would have thought that your father had taught that.”

“I’m not my father, or some mindless soldier” she shot back.

Henry was getting annoyed with her by this point. “You, I though with you being a Williams, we could have expect more from you. I’m surprised your father has not publicly disowned you.”

She cocked her head to the side. “What the hell does the mean?”

“Members of the Williams Family has a reputation as being great warriors” he paused for a moment “You are nothing more then a pencil pushing geek. Honestly we would be better off without you, I’m tired of babysitting.”

His words touched a nerve, she had spent her entire life trying to escape her family’s legacy, even here she couldn’t get away from it. She raised the gun that she had been given and pointed at Henrys head.

He was surprised at this turn of events “I see, you going to shot me know. Sure why not, lets give these SOB’s another free meal, we’ve given them so many already, why not one more. That should slow them down a bit.” He could see the anger in her eyes.

With the gun still pointed at his head she just stood there. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and pulled the trigger. When she opened them Henry was still standing there.

Turning to look at the wall behind him he saw where the bullet was lodged in the wall. He turned back to face Emily, her armed was dropped to her side. “Good, now focus that anger on them, it will keep you alive”

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Henry Kobe

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Emily Williams

"Good job at fixin up that arm. You have some skill," said Greg. Greg looked at his low ammo count and frowned. "Lets get out of here. I have only 4 shots and nothing to eat. We need to find some food and weapons. Lets get out of here."

Lt. Ivanova stared at the black haired lady with glasses in disbelief. Did she just try to shoot Kobe? How'd she get the weapon?

The agents, unphased by their leader's suicide, answered his question by taking it off of her and throwing her to the ground. Punching one in the face, he tried to help her up before they were both thrown down and cuffed.

"I w-will not t-take this!" an agent stammered. His hands were shaking as he held a gun to each person's head. "W-we...have ta keep movin'!"

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Lt. Alexei Ivanova

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Mysterious Agent

OOC: I think now would be a good time for everyone to check the OOC thread. :P

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=103283&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=167

[OOC: I'll be gone until the 27th or 28th. Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas.]

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[NOTE: You can continue to RP, but don't drastically change the plot or anything. I'll assume that Alexei is handcuffed along with Emily]

Colonel Juslin Barok

Faking concern, "My my Mr. "I don't care what your rank is, give me your gun" little unsure without your leader." he slowly chuckles, "now I won't ask for my gun back, but if you can't lead I think it may be best that I do seeing as how I do outrank you Captain. But if you think you can lead a team better than me with your hand and voice stammering like that I'd sudgest you take point."

Taking a seemingly relaxed stance he waits for a reply.

((OOC: Yes, he is suffering from a hint of psycosis and thats how hes getting played.))

((OOC2: If you can SB post a response if not I *might* take control of agent for a moment.))

((OOC3: You have till I get bored and post [eta 14 RL hours or so]))

(OOC: I warned you!)

Colonel Juslin Barok

The agent stammered back, "W-well... I s-say no! Get b-behind me. I'm t-taking point!"

As soon as the agent's back was turned (he was the one closest to prisioners and the others are in front facing back) Barok reacts, grabbing his boot knife he brings it up and hold it against the agents neck. With his other hand he grabs the rifle along with his arm and begins to use him as a living shield. He calls out to the other seven agents, "Drop your weapons, and your side arms, do it or he dies!" he draws the blade a bit, letting some blood leak out.

"D-do i-it!" the hostage agent cries. The others comply, dropping the weapons, clanging unto the blacktop.

"Good, now kick them towards me and turn around." the comply, but slowly and cautionusly. Stripping his hostage of the weapons he kicks him away.

"Run! Run or I will open fire," he shoots one in the back of the leg, just below the knee. The others scramble to help and begin to take off down the street with Barok taking "random" shots at them.

"Get the weapons," he says looking back at his cohorts, then taking aim and breaking the handcuffs with a two round burst.

Looking back at the running agents he notices a shape in the distance. Suddenly three fast moving man sized things run out across the street, grab three agents, and run back into the shadows. This happens twice more, till no more are seen.

Then the screams start, the blood curtling screams of death, of being eaten alive by hungery mouths and fingers. Then the shapes emerge from the shadows again, running towards the group with surprizing speed.

Still mezmerized from the inital attack and the screams Barok thinks, what the hell are those? They move to fast to be zombies, but..., luckly someone behind him takes the initive, and begins to fire at these "super" zombies. The first two shots hit the lead one on both sides of its chest, it barely slows down.

By this time Barok slowly comes out of his haze, Oh shit!, taking aim he fires once, twice, three times, the first two being perfect head shots, dropping them where they stood, the third once missed, allowing the creature into melee range and it begins to grapple with the Colonel...

(OOC: ladies and gentlemen, I give you your super zombies and "how the hell we got away from the agents": This has been brought to you by the slightly psycotic Colonel Barok)

This BUMP has been brought to you by AFRP B.U.M.P. Division.

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We have done this due to SB absense and inability to BUMP his own thread.

(SBs gone till the 28th, didn't you read the ooc?)

Yes, which is why I am bumping it for him!

Cause he said we can continue the RP as long as we don't change it to:

mez n00k it!

or

mez n00k it goo!

Greg began to walk in to the darkness. It had just turned to night time. He had feared that this wasn't a good sign. It was only a matter of time until he realized his suspition was true...

Mason followed Greg pistol in his good hand. His eyes scanned the darkness, and he started thinking. He realized something. "We should probably also find a store with clothes. Mine are soaked with blood, both my own and others'. Those things can probably smell me."

"I have an idea, why dont we move into the center of the town. There we might find some stores. I found an XM radio on the ground. Maybe we could find some batteries for it and try to find out where we are. And maybe we could get ahold of my Great Uncle. He is the president of LAO. I bet he could send a team after us if we could find a way to contact him." Greg looked around at Mason. He tossed the radio in the air and hoped Mason would catch it.

Mason switched the pistol to his left hand, supporting it with his hip, and caught the radio. "I found a police radio, but it didn't have batteries in it."

"Well, all we can do is try," said Greg. Greg looked into the distance. "I think i see a store up ahead!" Greg satrted running. But then in front of him stood a horror. This wasn't like the original zombie, no. It was more ferocious looking. Instead of walking, it ran. Greg pulled for his gun, but when pulling it out, he hit the ejector button and his shells fell to the ground. All but one rolled into a nearby gutter. The zombie ran at him. Greg dropped to the ground in a roll. He stuck out his leg and tripped the zombie. Then, with the zombie stalled, he dropped to the ground to load the cartridge. "Mason, take him!"

Mason pulled up his arm and aimed at the creature. He fired a shot, but it hit the thing in the shoulder. It recovered very fast and headed at him. He took aim again, and shot it in the forehead. It stumbled, but at the speed it was going at, collided with Mason, taking him to the ground. The thing was still alive, and opened its mouth ready to bite. Mason shoved the pistol into its mouth and let off three shots. The things head blew apart in peices, sending brain and blood in all directions.

"Damned dirty thing." He pushed the creature off and shot it once more in the head for good measure.

He stood up. "Do you have any idea what that was?"

"I have a hunch," said Geg as he loaded the round and stood up, "I think it was some sort of increased mutation. A Mega Zombie if you will. Maybe it had some sort of diseaese when all of them changed and what ever changed them made the disease more powerful. Lets go into the store and get some new clothes and maybe they have a gunsection. I have been roarin to get a shotgun."

"Sure, sounds good."

Mason began walking towards the store.

Greg walked to the back of the store. There it was. The gun section. Almost everything had been cleared out. There was still plenty of ammo around. After looking, he found a couple of boxes of .44S&W for his magnum. Greg walked behind the counter and found it. He found a shotgun. More or less a 'Boomstick'.
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After grabbing a bookbag and filling it with the magnum ammo and about 10 boxes of shotgun ammo he yelled,"Hey, Mason, come over here, they got some ammo!" After yelling that, Greg walked over to the hardware dept and grabbed a saw. Beleiving that the long end of the shotgun would slow them down, he sawed off the ende, makind it compact.

Unfortunately for the group, the remaining agents easily gathered up the guns and regained control of the situation. Two agents ran off towards the Colonel's direction, only to be stopped by another...this one the former third in command and the new leader.

"Let him go!" the new leader commanded. "All he can do out there is die...and hopefully take some out before he gets to death..."

Alexei rubbed his wrists where the cuffs had been hastily removed. He looked at Emily...should he?

He decided that he couldn't risk it. While the agents were busy with the injured agent, Alexei took two steps back and started to sprint away when he stopped. Something caught his eye...

It was quick, much too quick to be a zombie...or even another human. Looking over his shoulder, no one had even noticed that he began to run away. It was then when Alexei heard the noise. Not a moan, not a grunt...a sniff...

Something out there was smelling something. The sniff was in front of him...then to the right of him...then behind him...it stayed behind him. Pulling his combat knife out that the agents had irresponsibly bypassed, he spun around...

The other survivors and commandoes were frozen in place as it approached. The zombie, very deformed, was silently approaching the circle of agents. It bypassed the people as it went for the agents, sniffing, smelling for something...

An agent heard it, looked up, and froze. The new leader, noticing the man behind him had stopped working on the injured agent on the ground, looked up and immediately began shooting at the zombie. The bullets grazed the zombie's leg, travelled up it's chest, and blew part of it's face off. However, the thing still slowly approached, as the agents ran to the sides. The zombie didn't seem to notice.

It looked down at the injured man, who was shaking in fear. An agent threw a flare into the large zombie's view, trying to distract the great distorted beast. The zombie looked at the flare and then back at the agent, before finally readjusting his view onto the injured man.

"The bastard did notice," Alexei realized. "It...didn't care..."

The zombie gazed into the mask of the man and opened its mouth. Taking a hand that was now shaped somewhat like a giant claw, the beast ran the man through the stomach, spilling blood and guts onto the ally. Some people threw up...some cried...Alexei just stood there, mesmerized.

The zombie lowered its head and took a bite out of the man's neck, effectively killing his meal in a massive display of blood fireworks. Alexei grabbed the handle of his dagger and approached the zombie. He turned...

...and stuck it into the skull of an agent. The other agents turned and fired, but Alexei used the dead one in his hands as a shield as it absorbed the bullets. The remaining six agents ran down the ally, turned, and left the view of the survivors. Alexei grabbed the agent's gun, ammo, and sidearm, and motioned to the others to follow.

The left the ally, as the large deformed zombie moved from the first agent that it killed to the one that Alexei stabbed. It opened its mouth...and sunk its teeth in...

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Mysterious Agent

Mason picked got dressed in clean clothes, and headed to the gun section. He found a few clips worth of ammo for his pistol, and put them into his pockets. He saw a sign for medical supplies, and went there. He grabbed some pain killers, and a sling. He put the sling on his arm, and looked around the store some more. No people, no zombies, just manicans.

[OOC: I got permission from Aelosia via telegram saying that she could not keep up and I am free to do whatever with her character, Elianne.]

The group stopped, and panting, Alexei backed into a wall and slowly sat down. Dawn would be soon approaching, and Alexei wanted daylight more than anything right now. A small cry entered his ears...his mind...

Looking over, Alexei noticed the girl, Elianne, crying. Her leg was hurt, and the least thing she needed to be doing was running for her life. Sadly, the least thing that they needed to be doing was sitting still, so Alexei took a swig from his canteen, gave some to Emily, and pressed the group on. With the absense of Barok, he was in charge.

And then the girl wasn't with them. Focusing his flashlight behind them, he caught glimpse of her. Fear was ablaze in her eyes as she limped away from the group. Alexei shouted out, and others did as well, but she would't stop.

Running up to Elianne, Alexei grabbed her by the shoulders and looked inter her eyes.

"Where are you going?" he said with a smile, yet the fear he felt showed through his tone.

"I..." she started. "You know how these things are magnetic, right?"

"Somewhat," Alexei said, remembering his encounter with the magnetic zombie. "What about it?"

"I...I have metal in my leg..." She said, fighting back tears. "They're attracted to me...I...I'm a threat to all of you..."

"No..." Alexei said softly, holding her for comfort. "That's not true..."

"Yes it is," she replied, pushing away. "You all think I'm a child...well I know this..."

"No one else needs to die...no one else is going..." Alexei began but he stopped. Something flashed before his eyes. "Stay down," he whispered.

"NO!" she shouted back, making Alexei cringe. "They're after me!"

And so it was, as the fiend approached faster than any human could. It stopped and looked at Alexei, but simply batted him out of the way. Shifting its view towards the girl, it knocked her down, smacking her head hard off the pavement. She let out a cry as blood seeped from her head, her eyes darting wildly throughout the sky.

Alexei shook his head and blinked his eyes. How the hell was that thing so strong and why didn't it attack him? Zombies being choosy?

The thing, seemingly human and strangely familiar, gazed at the leg of the girl. Putting out its hand and extending its arm, it made the leg raise towards it. Indeed, there was metal in the leg, and somehow the fiend knew how to manipulate its strong magnetic forces. The thing grabbed the crying girl's leg...and ripped it off.

Alexei blinked. Did that just happen? From the screams of the girl, he was sure it did. He looked over at the others...they were hiding. Then again, he was too behind boxes and crates from where he was thrown. He grabbed his gun...this had gone too far.

The thing took a bite out of the leg, put it above its head, and then stabbed it into the girl's stomach. Stomach juices spilled out over the leg and the girl was somehow still alive. Readjusting his aim from the monster to the girl, he put a three round burst into her chest, ending her life and the horrible death the fiend had prepared for her.

It turned to him, but departed into the shadows regardless of the fact that Alexei emptied the rest of the clip into it.

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Lt. Alexei Ivanova

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The Fiend

"What the h*ll is going on?" exclaimed Paul Christianson. "First zombies, then agents, and now super zombies!?"

Greg around the store, looking for useful items. He found a very elegant metal cane in one isle. He picked it up and pressed a button on it. Out of the end a knife like object popped out. "Nice." Greg took it and used it to help him walk better. It was too quit in here. Something wasn't right. Suspecting the worse, Greg loaded up his boomstick. He walked over to the clothing section and put on some non-bloodstained clothing. He seen a nice hat on a manequin. He took it and put it on. He turned away, his back to it. Then, something grabbed his shoulder. It couldn't be Mason, he was on the other side of the room. In a solitary second, Greg spun around and shot the manequin. It had grabbed him. An inanimate object grabbed him. "Mason, lets get out of here!"

Regardless of the colonel, regardless of the zombies, regardless of these mutated fiends...they needed out. This, and perhaps only this, was clear.

"Come on!" Alexei screamed to those in hiding, ignoring the remains of Elianne splattered across the alley. "We gotta get out of here!"

"What the hell is going on?"

"Isn't it obvious what's going on?" a member of the group said in a trembling voice. "We're all gonna die...w-we're all gonna die!"

"Stop it!" ordered Alexei, but his presentation of the command was less than assertive. Running out of the ally and back onto the streets, they found the zombies were gone. The bodies were gone as well...only the destruction was still apparent.

Day was breaking, and the sun cast the same odd shadow on the midsection of the sunken city. In a store, Alexei and others saw shadows moving about. Raising their weapons if they had any, they entered the store.

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"I just wish Dan didn't die destroying the bridge. We could use an extra man to help us," stated Paul as he raised his rifle.

"I'd rather have the bridge," Alexei muttered to himself, unsure if anyone had heard him. The people inside the store...they seemed almost too human to be zombies...

Yet Alexei didn't trust anything he saw anymore...

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"Who's there?" Paul called out, rifle raised. He expected zombies....

OOC: And now we wait for the "other survivors" to post. Where the hell are Tappee and A Few Rich People?

OOC: And now we wait for the "other survivors" to post. Where the hell are Tappee and A Few Rich People?

[OOC: Telegram them, telling them the storyline is still open. Maybe you'll have to finish for their characters.]

OOC: Already did...and I hope not...the plot is just about to thicken once the two groups get together.

Mason heard Greg and began running out of the store. As he jumped over a fallen manican, it grabbed him, causing him to fall. He aimed the pistol at the "manican" and fired. It let go and he took off running.

At the exit, Greg seen a gas can. He grabbed one of those $.10 lighters. Grabbing the gas, he poured it around the front of the store. At the end, he set the gas on its side. He lit the lighter, kissed it, and threw it at the base of the gas. "God Speed," he said. As Mason was still running, Greg started to walk. As he walked out, the building exploded, debris flying threw the air. Greg cocked his head to the left, and spit. "Damn dirty zombies."

[OOC: Hope you have a good explanation of why the manicans are coming alive :P ]

The gunshot was all it took to convince Alexei. He burst inside the store, only to collide directly with Mason in the doorway and then get blown back by the explosion. Scrambling to his feet, he aimed his semi-automatic rifle at the man.

"Who the hell are you?" Alexei said, almost smiling with excitement. Were there others alive?

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Paul followed close behind Alexei, rifle raised. He was just as confused....

[OOC: I don't think they were really manicans. Maybe zombies.]

[OOC: You can't follow behind when I was just blown back and out....the store blew]

[OOC: That post was supposed to take place before the explosion.]

After the explosion, a peice of a manequin landed beside him. It was an arm. He stomped on it and the outer layer broke off. Inside was a metal, robot-like arm. He picked it up. Examining it, he realized that this wasn't a normal manequin. "Someone is testing us. I thinkthis whole thing is a huge test! That would explain why my copter crashed when I flew over here," said Greg. "What would be a reason for you to be here Mason?"

Paul got back up on his feet. "Robots?" he said. "Now I know I'm going insane! Zombies, agents, super-zombies, and now robots!"

:shock:

"Who are you other guys?" said Greg. Greg held the shot gun behind his back and loaded two shots. After loading that, he grabbed the 629. He raised them towards the newcomers. "Can I trust you? Or are you the people running this 'test'?"

Keeping his rifle aimed at Mason, Alexei pulled out a pistol and aimed it at Greg.

"Well I don't know about you lovebirds, but I was sent here to rescue you shits. We see how that's turned out," he said in a mean tone. "Look..."

Alexei pointed to a large building, somehow still standing, a ways away. It appeared military, and the sun reflected off of its metal surface.

"We need to go there...I need to complete the second part of the mission...regardless if the first can be completed," Alexei said, cocking both of the guns. "So...you coming along?"

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"I'm in," replied Paul. "If I don't lose my mind first." He paused. "This can't be real. It's too nightmarish to be real!" he said to himself.

[OOC: Yeah. My character's losing his mind. You would if you saw what he saw.]

Greg put down the guns. "Fine. But I do still think this is a test going on. Have you figured out what in God's name happend in this shithole?"

"This has got to be a dream," Paul said to himself. "Zombies don't exist...."

Alexei looked back at Emily and the others. Turning to Greg, he told the man to pick up his weapons.

"My Colonel is out there somewhere. I still have his lifesigns on sensors," Alexei stated. "We better get moving. Travelling by day is much safer."

He looked Greg in the eye. "This isn't a test...this is something gone wrong...horribly wrong..."

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Paul shivered as a cold wind blew down on the group. The wind was cold - and real. That was what was needed to set Paul's thinking straight. "This is not a dream," Paul thought. "That wind is too real." Then a shiver went down his spine that was not due to the coldness....

[OOC: Last post here for the night.]

(OOC: Sorry internet problems: Also let me know if I took this wrong, Barok is seperated from the grp)

Wandering the streets alone, no longer sure of reality or fiction Barok is ever vigilent, fending off zombies as well as he can with his 9.3 inch knife.

Seeing a hord comming at him he turns and runs, however his escape is blocked by what seems to be walking zombies, not shambling, nor running like the super zombies but walking.

Finding a gap in between the buildings he dashes for it...

(YAH! Go insanity)