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For all those who watch Romero and have a real appreciation for the zombie genre I reckon its time we had a bonefide Zombie Apocalypse thread

If you want to join in just post a short blurb about your character along the following lines


Name:
Age:
Appearance:
History prior to the Apocalypse: (keep it short but include some interesting parts)


I'll Start with my character and the first scene afterwards just pip in with scenes to keep it moving

Name: David Jenkins
Age:27 years
Appearance: 6' heavy built fireman wearing T shirt and Jeans plus boots carries axe and small calibre pistol has short cropped hair and faint smattering of stubble up close has blue eyes and faint scar on face from where he was injured during fighting a fire.
History Prior to the Apocalypse: Fireman with 5 years experience under his belt has a wife but no children (Of whom is missing amongst refugees) has fought many fires is a family man but has a secret from his youth which still plagues him.




24 hrs after primary infection:

The dead they got up hard to believe I know but they did first of all it was small cases put down to drunken people drug addicts we would go out we sort one problem out bundle them into a cop car then the next would come in first five then ten then fifteen ah you get the picture.One thing at first we couldnt figure out was why a drunk would be so well..... bitety two cops who came with us were pounced on by one guy he drags said cop 6o pounds of long service flab to the floor and rips his ear clean off and proceeds to feed at the wound his partner who is white by now does the whole "cease and desist" speech draws his pistol and puts one clean through the guys shoulder now if Im not mistaken your shot in the shoulder and you go down right?.This guy just carries on chomping away on the poor cop who by now is well god knows dead in shock passed out suffice to say rookie has ran away into the street and threw his guts up I and my watch members Donnie and another guy who we call Bear go up to the guy and try to force him off I drag him off and get a first good look at his face or lack of there of trust me it made me a believer.

After that it all went to Gak firehouse was inundated with shabbling corpses those ten fifteen cases had become hundreds those hundreds thousands by the time the national guard got here it was pandemonium the highways the alleys they were thick with the fethers hordes of dead shambling down the main street. We lost some good men some to the heheh Zombies *You wouldnt believe how stupid that still sounds* and some to themselves suicides mainly it was a insight to see men who you once thought were as hard as iron lose it I just gathered as much supplies as I could and thought of the long term survival my own.


MODS PLEASE REMOVE POST NO INTEREST.

Note to the OP: Something like this requires creativity which in many cases can't be demanded. Creativity comes when it does. Give it a week but till then I can see where this could go and being a fan of the zombies as well I will throw my hat in the ring.

Name: Craig "Sven" McKaney
Age: 22
Appearance: 5"11 / Average Build / Caucasian / Loose fitting clothing / Shoulder Length blonde hair
History prior to the Apocalypse:

11/10/2009 20:40 aka Zero Hour

"Just finished a thirty two hour frag fest Call of Duty style. About to crash so I went for a frosty one as to chill the night away. While I was catching some Z's heard a rave wondering why I'm not there. Peeked through the blinds and dead heads were getting down. Countless as they filled the streets. Dad runs in armed with shotty in hand and my sister in tow. Wonder where mom is.

Now I sit in the basement with no light. Dad holdin sis and me holding a glock. Lame....
Sceaming, burning, crying and all I really want is some sleep. Silence is finally coming but that's when the intro ends and it begins.

I hate this game."

Frenzied Potato wrote:Note to the OP: Something like this requires creativity which in many cases can't be demanded. Creativity comes when it does. Give it a week but till then I can see where this could go and being a fan of the zombies as well I will throw my hat in the ring.

Name: Craig "Sven" McKaney
Age: 22
Appearance: 5"11 / Average Build / Caucasian / Loose fitting clothing / Shoulder Length blonde hair
History prior to the Apocalypse:

11/10/2009 20:40 aka Zero Hour

"Just finished a thirty two hour frag fest Call of Duty style. About to crash so I went for a frosty one as to chill the night away. While I was catching some Z's heard a rave wondering why I'm not there. Peeked through the blinds and dead heads were getting down. Countless as they filled the streets. Dad runs in armed with shotty in hand and my sister in tow. Wonder where mom is.

Now I sit in the basement with no light. Dad holdin sis and me holding a glock. Lame....
Sceaming, burning, crying and all I really want is some sleep. Silence is finally coming but that's when the intro ends and it begins.

I hate this game."

OOC: (Out of Character) Thanks dude I thought noone was going to reply but howdie doodey here we go!


12/10/2009 9:30am

"The sun came up just as it did every other day but this time it rose over a broken world...

In the first 24 hrs every major city was affected from the continental United States to the steaming jungles of Senegal and every part between the dead rose to feast on the living at first many couldnt believe it many didnt not hell I didnt I was a Fireman working my 13 hr shifts going home to my wife eating dinner having cold ones with the guys weekend baseball and football making love watching TV repeat but I fought fires and I saved lives....well I did until now.."

Dave gunned the engine of the truck it spluttered to life and died he laid down on the truck seat and proceeded to try to hotwire the truck. About 3 hours ago he came across the national guard blockade or what was left of it around three canvas backed trucks 30 or so men lay dismembered various limbs missing some too badly mauled to have even tweaked getting back up however there were some bimbling aimlessly around moaning and gnashing on the remains of their comrades.

Dave checked the chamber of his Colt he'd newly reloaded it after dealing with the 4-5 risen National Guardsmen they had some dumb method to what they did gapping maws arms outstretched they walked straight into the barrel of the gun no cohersion no chance against someone who was rational and level headed against the panic stricken civilians 24hrs ago sure they ran riot and in the process added to their ranks but now they were just big hungry dumb asses.

The truck leapt to life and Dave grabbed the wheel to mexico and to freedom or maybe to Canada and colder climates either way America was fethed and Dave had no time anymore...

11/11/2009 07:23 Hours

"It has been silent for over three hours. The only sounds have been endless shuffling and scrapping. Sis's body gave in to everything around her and fainted to a deep sleep. Thank god she doesn't snore. Dad looks at me like I have some sort of answer. The only light we have is coming through the slit of a basement window. The light was our Neighbor's House, the one on fire.

I need some action or I'm gonna sleep. I rather die shootin then some dead head eatin me in my sleep. Not cool. Mom never came home. Looks like we have to go to the hospital to get her. Dad nodded in agreement. I don't know what I hate the most. Not sleepin or not being able to talk. Ok time to wake sis."

Name: Johnson Gillard
Age: 18
Appearance: 6"1' with short curly brown hair, t-shirt with a large white hoodie over, male (obviously), white with a small tan, blue eyes, bracers, blue stretchy jeans, slightly overweight.
History prior to the Apocalypse:

11/10/2009 20:40

"Cmon sweetie, ill drive you home." as i told my girlfriend after watching a 2 hour chick flick hoping to get some action. She easily accepted, good sign i thought... we went into the car, the mood was silent and uneasy so i flicked the radio on hoping to get some nice foreplay music going on , as i was switching through the channels it hit the 24/7 news station, "Warning! stay indoors, lock your windows and pre-" SMASH, i looked up on the car as i was driving and i hit someone, but it was different the eyes were all bloodshot, the skin pale with blisters all over the face, the head smashed the front window open, cutting my cheek as glass shattered onto me. "" susan says, "WTF is that " as i yelled, trying to loose the zombie on the hood of the car, i swerve and swerve on the road as the zombie finnaly lets go, Thud! as it hits the ground, i stop the car with a huffled breathe, adrenaline pumping in my veins. "This is some freaky wtf was that thing?" susan said. "i dont know, but i have a feeling that this isnt the end..." as i replied to susan. There was shadows in the distance and a sudden howl, the shadows moved faster towards us. I put the car in drive and hit the accelerator, "Susan, open the glove box and load the magnum!" as i yelled trying to drive faster, away from the howling shadows. "You have a gun?" she confusingly replied, "No time to explain, shoot whatever comes close ok?" as i angryly replied, "Ok, ok, don't worry". Unfortunately i did, as the shadows started to dissapear my fuel gadge was near empty, and i could still hear the howls...

OOC (Do the masses want running or shambling Zombies as Gutteridge has pressed upon the fact that they are running in his parts)


anyway on with the story


"That morning I drove through several burning neighbourhoods you could see what a desperate struggle it had been hastly erected barricades people laying dead everywhere I had to be damned careful I rolled the windows up and loaded my colt I wasnt taking any chances I wasnt going to end up like them. I ran a couple of those deadhead SOB's over on my way through some god awful place Zombie Vs Truck suffice to say I won many of them I could see through the wing mirrior were.... Jesus I dont know but I could have sworn they were following my truck heck of a show of intelligence of some of therein I was flooring what 30-40 and these SOB's were shambling after my truck.Thats why I now sit in my Truck gun loaded windows up I dont want any of them getting me unexpected about 2 miles outside of somewhere names dont matter anymore heading north"


Dave pulled into what looked like a supermarket he stopped the truck got out cocked the chamber in his Colt and made his way in slowly to the loading bay torch in one hand gun in the other the light illuminated the dark loading bay. All of a sudden his light happened upon a trail of blood he followed the blood out of morbid fascination up to a small office feet poking out of the door legs twitching "gak fresh kill" he thought "I gonna have to put this SOB out of his misery" he looked around for objects heavy blunt he wasnt going to waste precious ammo on a mercy kill. He suddenly remembered his axe in the cab of his truck "gak!" he said bringing his hand up to his forehead in rememberance "feth it" he had no choice it would have to be a bullet but bullets made noise and if they were about they would hear it this would have to be a quick in out-.

No supplies this time.....

He edged towards the office the twitching had stopped but a shadow rose in the office he brought the pistol up in a ready position "Cool Dave one shot one kill one shot one kill aim for the head" the shadow suddenly slowly got up turned its head and let out a god awful moan.

"Holy" was all the words Dave managed to get out before he squeezed the trigger and put one through the poor office workers head he walked over and put another one between his eyes to make sure rather sad waste of ammo in his oppinion but hey might find more guns.He walked into the supermarket when he was sure the danger had passed and looked around food only perishables,batteries,water, spare torch the store had a hardware section he walked in and got two or three knives a blowtorch and some tools no telling when the truck would give out he wanted to be prepared.

Just as he rounded the aisle he found them five or six Deadheads feasting on a poor shopfloor worker he was fat so there was enough to occupy the six that were pulling his arms off and intestines out in a long string like motion fighting over the abundance of food that one overweight neckbeard could give.he backed off slowly then heard the crunch he rolled his eyes "Idiot" the calmly drew his knife and looked down it was a bottle one dead head a slightly heavy woman stopped and looked up and clamped eyes on Dave it threw back its head and moaned.

Bottles fell and stock smashed as Dave got the full extent of how many deadheads were in the store 10 in the left 20 centre "Oh crap" Dave started to back off the backing off turned into a sprint out back he heard the chorus of moans that indicated that the horde was on his ass he ran out into the car park to find 10 more shambling round his truck he barreled into one avoiding its clawing gnashing motion.He brought his knife down in a sweeping motion and jammed it in the beasts temple he then got up and sprinted for the truck he pulled himself up inside and gunned the engine a smile crossed his face he thought this was rather exciting.

The truck leapt to life and Dave just drove straight forward the Caretaker "Dead Guy" was hanging onto the bumper the rest were clambering after the truck dave brought up his pistol and squeezed off a round cranial matter exploded all over the windscreen he gunned the wipers to wipe it off (the one good window the one he didnt destroy) and made full pelt for the road outside by this time 30-40 deadheads were shambling after the truck "Where the hell did they learn to be so intelligent" dave said to himself as he got his bearings north and floored it.

He drove for what seemed like eternity his thoughts turned over in his head he'd been driving for what 12 hrs now no sleep living on his wits jesus Natasha he didnt even know where she was last he'd seen her she'd headed off for her folks in Denver.He was pretty sure Denver was now a Charnel house as well before he'd broke camp at the firehouse and ran for his life he had heard that the major cities were all gone many had holed up in private residents. Even some dumbass celebrities had made for hugh heffners mansion because he had hired some security firm or some gaking mercenary group to protect him and his airheaded bunny girls.

"Good luck Hugh heres hoping you like the Undead life as much as you like the high life" thought Dave with a chuckle other things he'd heard before the TV's and Radio's had gone out were that the Manhatten and Brooklyn Bridges had been blown out by F16s to prevent the stream of dead getting to the Hamptons and New Jersey.Same with San Francisco Golden Gate bridge he'd heard that the Canadian border had been bolted shut not good for Canada was his ultimate destination cant see how the dead could survive sub freezing tempertures if Canada was bust he'd head for Ticanderoga and make the rest of the journey to Alaska or Greenland by boat.

He'd even contemplated making the change from North to West getting a boat and making his way to Haiwai but for now he just needed to continue North get to the safe zone and hopefully if she was smart enough back to Natasha.

Name: John Wade

Age: 32

Appearance: 5 foot 11, white, male, average build, perhaps a little overweight. Brown hair, green eyes. Black work shirt, black and grey pin stripe trousers, black comfortable shoes, grey tie.

Occupation: Doctor

History:

Having finally been able to crash out in the doctors on call room after a massive 36 hour shift treating hundreds of patients all coming in to A&E with bites and broken limbs(where had all those patients come from? Most had said there was some kind of riot, or that something had made some people go crazy and attack everyone else), John was getting some well deserved shut eye, trusting to the police and army guarding the hospital to keep out the worst of the trouble.

Even while laying there half asleep he could still here the shouting and screaming coming from the A&E department where people had still been flooding in (or at least attempting to, there was hardly space to stand in the waiting areas and John had seen people wandering the hospital looking for doctors to treat them several times during the last day and a half). He had even heard some of them had turned violent and attacked staff and other patients and had to be subdued.

There was a banging on the door and John groaned "what is it, trying to sleep in here!" he called out.

"John, it's Ian, we have to get out of here; now! Come on, unlock the door and get out before they break through the security doors!".

John rolled off the bed and stumbled over to the door "What the hell are you talking about, Ian?" he said as he opened the door, squinting against the light in the corridor "Before who breaks through what?"

Ian grabbed his friends arm and steered him out into the corridor "You don't know? Well, I guess you did not have time for the news... there is some kind of infection which is causing people to go crazy and attack each other... litereally ripping them limb from limb."

"What the hell are you talking about?" John said, trying to focus his sleep addled brain as he was marched down the corridor. "Some kind of infection? What the hell kind of joke are you telling Ian?"

"No joke, we just got the word through 20 minutes ago from the Department of Health... they are telling all medical staff to get the hell out... half the hospital already looks like World War III has blown through. People are going crazy all over the place, we have to get out of here before it is too late. The army already pulled out with most of the doctors and nurses."

John tried to fit what his friend was saying to what he had seen in A&E. He guessed it could be possible given some of the things he had been hearing and seeing from his patients and other members of staff. What cemented it was the scene from the window overlooking the A&E front desk.

Hundreds of people fought desperately, both with each other and with the doors in order to escape... several people in the crowd seemed to be ignoring the general chaos and were busy ripping chunks of flesh with their teeth from some of the many bodies which littered the space. Several other people shambled about after those trying to flee, dragging them down and biting and tearing them apart.

"FETH!" shouted John in horror.

"Yeah, tell me about it" Ian said, the horror clear on his face. "And no, before you ask, you are not dreaming all this, now hurry the hell up before we get eaten or ripped to shreads. Where are you parked? I am on the multi-storey, so am probably closest, I know you like to walk in from the car park, but you are sadly mistaken if you think I am going all the way over there in the dark to take your car... we will pick up mine and then head for the hills."

"Yeah... we should take your car... what about everyone else? How are they getitng out?" replied John, looking about the deserted corridors that ran behind the main A&E unit. "For that matter, where the hell is everyone?"

"They have all gone... As soon as the news came in people started to leave, and a group of them went with the army guys. Well, some stayed after that, but most of them left when people started getting up off their stretchers and attacking people after they had already sucumbed to their wounds... and often while their insides were doing their best to be their outsides. I only noticed you were still here from the on call ledger. Good job too or you would have been dinner as soon as you had woken up and taken a step outside your room."

"People were getting up after they had died?" John raise a sceptical eyebrow "Well, I guess things could not really get any stranger than they already are..."

They turned a corner and almost ran into a man who was dragging himself a long with his one remaining arm... the stumps of his legs and other arm left trails of half congealed blood in his wake.

"Why did you have to say that, John?" Ian said as he backed away from the man crawling determinedly towards them.

"It is not like I summoned him or something!" John replied. "Come on, just run past him and let's get to your car, quickly!"

Together they made a run for it.

[OOC: I think that we should not have running zombies, that makes things a bit too evil... perhaps a slightly faster than walking shambling speed should be the top speed?]

OOC (I agree a more fast shuffle sounds cool I agree the running zombies are scaring the crap out of my dude so no running zombies and they are fatally evil lol.)

Also are our characters going to meet?? just wondered.

[OOC: I don't know, where is everyone? I deliberately did not put a location on my character so that he could be moved to anywhere which has a hospital

EDIT: Sorry about my huge post, I didn't see where you said you wanted just a short blurb... thought we were all writing our own stories ]

SilverMK2 wrote:[OOC: I don't know, where is everyone? I deliberately did not put a location on my character so that he could be moved to anywhere which has a hospital

EDIT: Sorry about my huge post, I didn't see where you said you wanted just a short blurb... thought we were all writing our own stories ]

OOC: hahaha. Thats where I was putting my characters mom at was anywhere with a hospital. I agree a full speed dawn of the dead zombie is a lil too evil. But faster then shambling is ok.

So yeah sounds like we need a hospital somewhere We can avoid true locations of state and just work on common locations such as a hospital.

Hospital would be cool, an airport or a school would be pretty nifty aswell. I like running zombies, more scary

Gutteridge wrote:Hospital would be cool, an airport or a school would be pretty nifty aswell. I like running zombies, more scary

<OOC>If you make the running zombie not special but not common that has a great deal of fear. Simply because people see slow zombies and will not believe a survivor who says they run. So imagine the fear when they finally get to see one

I think we might all have gotten to different time points after the End Of Civilisation (TM) as well... my character was working through the start of the mass risings in my post... he is woken up after the zombies have been publically announced, but have not yet utterly wasted everyone. If anything, he is still at the begining of the end, where there are still relatively few zombies per human, but enough to have caused fear and panic, and the death toll is probably in the 50-100 out of every 1000 people, with infected making up about 1-10 of every 1000 people.

Also, what timescale are we using for reanimation? I was figuring at something like 8-12 hours after death for full reanimation, or 24 hours after first infected (a living person sustaining a "non-lethal" bite/other mode of infection).

OOC ( I assume everyone is spread out by reading their orginal posts I have set the story in America My character is moving North the others I believe are just starting to realise that there is a full scale Zombie problem we need to move the story so as we all congregate in one area thats if the others dont mind that is )



anyhow onwards and upwards


"Following the incident in the supermarket I pulled over and tried to get my bearings one thing that is forgotten in my haste to escape was medical supplies I looked around for the nearest hospital which was about 500 miles in the opposite direction in the only place I didnt want to go.....Denver medical supplies were a must but that place was heaving with Undead and I needed info on Natasha.

Plus I never wondered is there anyone "alive" left time to find out"



Dave drove day and night a heavy decision to turn around but decided to make some ground back to do things properly prepare for the 700-800mile journey to the Canadian border the first 24hrs had been a blind panic he himself had given into fear now that he'd killed a few of those things he had realised that as long as he kept a level head he would survive to be rational was to survive to be prepared was to survive.

He pulled into a layby and got some sleep he dreamed of Natasha and of home when things were normal but they always warped into Nightmares of dead faces and rotting hands he woke up and checked over the truck the fuel was low he would need to stop and top up the first few petrol stations he had passed were fireballs where people had detonated them to stop the hordes of Zombies that were wandering around the countryside.The more into the urban outskirts of Denver he got the more the devestation was apparent cars were shrewn here and there sometimes deadlocked for miles along the highways where the highways were was the undead loitering in vast groups.

He would stop and get out the truck and take a look the moaning was loud they picked on rotting corpses of the dead they'd brought down or who had been killed in what Dave assumed were accidents.Dave looped around and made a de tour and found a petrol station he topped up the fuel and traced a route to the nearest hospital he swallowed hard as he knew this would be bad with that he continued on his way deeper into Denver and closer to answers.

The city itself looked relatively intact roadblocks had been set up here and there heavier military equpitment lay abandoned static hissing out of radios big tanks lay dead and dormant some had dead occupants skull rotting faces mouths open bullet holes in their heads soldiers taking their own lives rather than being eaten people who had faced conflict in Iraq and Afghanistan frozen ridged with fear.

These were Marines by the looks of things the amount of dead people that were piled up 10-30 deep in some places were testament to the battle that had been fought.the luggage that was strewn beyond the defence line was also testament to their bravery to the people they'd given their lives to protect for this Dave respected them and gave a solemn bow of his head.

He searched through the personal effects hanging out of the suit cases nothing to useful but his attention was attracted to the plywood board nailed hastly to a army FOB pieces of paper fluttered in the morning wind he picked off the first and read it on it was a polaroid of a woman a marine had a hand on her shoulder in the background were other people the note read.

"Mike am making my way to Canada with the Refugee convoy
tell Craig I have always been proud of him time to be a man son
look after your father and Sarah Mike so much I wanted to say
I love you all
very much I hope to see you there safe and well.
Mum x-x-x-x"

Another note read

"Tayla this is Jerrod head for mums I love you Sis
keep safe x-x"

Another Read.

" Gerald this is it too many to hold back now get
Tilly and Jacob and get out run as fast as you can
and dont look back I love you Barbara x-x-x"

Dave welled up when he read the next note.

"Dave am safe have headed for Jackson to Toyahs place
I love you and long to see you am scared....Natasha x-x-"

He sat down and read the note over and over again trying to absorb the words he then took the note and the photo of the woman attached and got back in the truck he drove on to the hospital outside he noticed someone and reached for his gun but when he noticed it was someone sorting through a trolley he lowered it this person was.....alive.

SilverMK2 wrote:I think we might all have gotten to different time points after the End Of Civilisation (TM) as well... my character was working through the start of the mass risings in my post... he is woken up after the zombies have been publically announced, but have not yet utterly wasted everyone. If anything, he is still at the begining of the end, where there are still relatively few zombies per human, but enough to have caused fear and panic, and the death toll is probably in the 50-100 out of every 1000 people, with infected making up about 1-10 of every 1000 people.

Also, what timescale are we using for reanimation? I was figuring at something like 8-12 hours after death for full reanimation, or 24 hours after first infected (a living person sustaining a "non-lethal" bite/other mode of infection).

OOC (This sounds cool I think we should now wait for everyone to catch up with everyone else so as we can all start on a common story intro is out the way now the game begins in earnest Im going to meet Silver MK2s character first then after we will get everyone where they need to be)

[OOC: People who started later in the story could write "earlier" chapters for their characters. I would estimate that the first mass of zombies would have appeared about.... 12-24 hours before my characters work shift in the first post in order to build up some numbers so that their effect could spread over most of the US to some extent.

At the begining of my post, I would expect a number of people will probably be aware that zombies are eating people, but the majority of people will be unaware of anything happening.

About 24 hours after my character started his shift (so about 12 hours before the end of his shift), the number of undead is rapidly rising, and large scale panic begins.

At the end of the story (about 50-72 hours after the very first wave of infection (ie generation 1 of the zombies, meaning there are possibly up to about 5 generations of zombies at the end of the story), there is general panic, full disclosure from public news companies and the government. Some will say zombies, but some will call it an infection.

I would guess that "Dave" (Boss's character) is probably upwards of 100 hours after initial infection, so would probably be on the 6th or 7th generation of zombies, putting the totals at something like... 400-500 per 1000 dead, 75-150 per 1000 zombies, and only about 350-525 per 1000 people still alive.

Please feel free to correct me on any of this, I am not trying to dicate what everyone else should be doing, but just thought that we should establish some figures and facts ]

OOC (Thats really cool dude and well thought out we need to have facts and figures some earlier flashbacks would be cool for some of the characters who are on 6th and 7th generation zombies.

So I believe that will be my next port of call a detailed Flashback about what happened when Dave began his shift on day zero.

This has a good Ronald Moore vibe about it backwards and forwards flashbacks to times before and after the outbreak.Like the new Battlestar Galactica and some elements of Lost.)


So here I go with that Flashback

11/10/2009 7:30am

Dave rolled over and knocked off the alarm a female arm wrapped itself around him and a female voice whispered softly
"Come back to bed" the voice belonged to a beautiful blue eyed brunette woman "I cant baby I gotta go shift starts in a couple of hours" the woman rolled back over "Dont forget Saturday your meeting me in Denver Mum and Dad havent seen you in ages their starting to think I married a stranger I leave at 10am today you get me?"
"Affirmative over and out" said Dave a smile on his face as he leaned in and kissed the woman "I'll see you on Saturday Tasha have a nice drive" he added as he got up Dave showered dressed in his signature blue T shirt with Ladder 105 on it and his black jeans and black boots made some toast and coffee and flicked the portable on in the kitchen the news was on.


"102 arrests made outside techseer labs during protests on rumoured tests on prisoners authorities report that last nights vandalisation of the lab was by 5 youths from the local campus who are also activists strongly opposed to the testing of new medical technologies on Prisoners and mental paitents although government sources say that their claims are unfounded" said the newscaster in calm morning tones
Dave laughed to himself and grabbed his keys and walked to his car got in and started the engine his car a Ford Torino he'd owned since he was 17 purred to life he smiled to himself and backed out of the driveway the drive to the city Pittsburgh was a calm one he chilled out and listened to tracks and thought about the day ahead 16 hrs it was gonna be a long one.


12 hrs later

The alarm went off dave was pulling his gear on and running to get to his engine
"Whats the call chief?" questioned Dave
the cheif a large man with greying hair and a craggy face turned to dave "Some guy gone psycho and apparently attacked his partner this aint the only one either ladder 104 ladder 107 have had similiar cases of violence and the sorts the switchboards on fire you dont even want to know whats happening over at the campus" said the chief his face ashen
Dave dismissed this he'd seen bad times car crashes plane crashes factory fires train snarl up's but the cheif looked shocked Dave made his way down to the motorpool and met up with a large man who was called Bear for no reason but his size "we're gonna need the door breach and axe no hose sirens all the way" yelled Dave to his team
"You seen this?? said donnie "Its going to hell in a handbasket they say hysteria or i dunno bozo rays there are full scale riots man Washington DC,New York,Denver"



2 hours later

"Cease and Desist!" said the rookie cop the moaning of the attacker mixed in with the slap slop and chomping noises the rookie opened fire a bullet tore through the assailants shoulder it didnt do anything the rookie just ran after that dropping his pistol.Bear gave Dave a look enough to say "what spooked him?" Dave signalled Donnie and they both ran forward picking the assailant up by the arms thats when dave got a proper look at his face.

His eye was gone a gaping hole where his socket should have been his face was sunken sullen the other eye the intact one a milky jade his vincity to two people was driving him into a hyperviolent rage they had trouble holding him down. "Active..little...bastard...aint ...he" said Dave struggling Bear grunted in agreement "Donnie get in here and jab this mad bastard for his own good" Donnie walked over and raised a fist"Dave smiled "No not punch him the sedative give him a sedative" Donnie edged away "I dunno weither Im gonna be able to find a vein boss" Donnie replied "Hes thrashing around like a lunatic he dont look right man I say we leave him". "What so he can attack someone else?" replied dave "Sedative Now! I'll hold him!" Donnie opened the med kit and took a needle out primed it and tried to find a vein all of a sudden the assailant broke free and rolled over grabbed donnie and with a moan sunk his teeth into his arm "BASTARD!" screamed Donnie and brought the needle down into the assailants eye he held it there the assailants feet kicked out the moans died as he did.


20 seconds later

Dave and Bear sprinted out Donnie behind cursing "donkey-cave bit me" he spat "took a chunk out of my fething arm!" he cradled his arm "What if he was a damned crack addict Donnies rantings were broke by the sound of sirens in the city and by the six or seven national guard veihicles that rumbled by small APCs and Canvas trucks.

"I think this is a bit more serious" said Dave...

<OOC> Very nice.

"Funny time and dates never ment anything to me before. Now that I lost both am I lost now too?"

Three days before it slowed down...

The light funnels into the colorless floor of the basement. Particles of dust loom dancing within the spot light. Surrounding boxes are barely illuminated offering some warmth to an otherwise cold morning. Streaks of dew can be seen distorting the light passing through it. A rainbow of colors can be seen as the sun rises. Not a rainbow of comfort but a kaleidoscope of the hell that is to come.

Craig's father Mike is cradling his daughter Sarah in his arms. Brushing her hair back occasionaly not losing that unflinching look of concern.Craig looking ever so dissapointed ties a bandanna over his brow keeping his hair out of his face. He stares down at his cell which stares back at him with 07:34 a.m. He runs his finger across the screen stopping on the News Application button.

His face is illuminated by the LED's from the cell phone as he passes from article to article.

"What is it son?" with a low raspy whisper. Craig rolls his eyes up slowly at his father and back down to his phone.

"Its a mess of info. But it seems its some sort of bio - attack."

"The effects?"

"People infected or hit by it apparently go into some ape sh frenzy killing everyone around them."

"Rabies?"

"Dunno the clutter is staggering right now and all the main stream stations are filtering badly. We need to get mom she might know."

"Start checking the house quietly. If it is clear or if isn't come back to the stairs to warn us. I will wake up Sarah."

"Sure.."

Mike places his hand over his daughters mouth and gently shakes her awake. As her consciousness slowly returns to her so does the horrors she witnessed before. Her cries are muffled and distorted by Mike's hand but his heart prevents the loss of his daughters sanity.

"Baby girl everything will be ok just hold daddy's hand and be very quite...can you do that baby girl?" Sarah nods with a puzzled look.

Craig stands at the top of the stairs. Making very obvious gestures shrugging and then a finger in front of his lips. Mike with Sarah by the hand slowly creeps up the stairs which thankfully don't creak under the pressure or looming stress.

"Pack up the guns and munition with first aid supplies into the truck."

"Aye.." Craig creeps up the stairs with each step in sync with his deafening heart beats. It is nearly impossible for Craig to hear anything over the heartbeat and his breathing. He loses thoughts to paranoia thinking everyone can hear this.

In the kitchen light breaches through the windows but thankfully their are no signs of any other entry. On the table is a large hiking back pack being slowly loaded up with canned food / water and equipment. The sweat from the hands of daughter to father are apparent with each passing object. A cool breeze that has come to alleviate the building heat and stress fails to do anything more then be an ominous sign.

A shadow passes quickly through the kitchen. Frozen in place the father and daughter react.

"da...daddy I'm scared."

"It's ok baby girl we are leaving now. Hold my hand honey."

Another shadow passes through the kitchen but this time it stopped. Mike catches the eyes of his daughter and gestures to focus on him.

"Sarah no matter what is about to happen you never let go of my hand ok sweety?"

"ok daddy."

He slings the backpack over his shoulder and grabs his daughters hand while leading with a shotgun. No movements wasted, no hesitation as he heads toward the garage. With a loud crash shards of glass rain billow into the room adjacent to the kitchen. With a loud concussion like affect bodies pour into the room.

"WE ARE LEAVING CRAIG."

The truck is audibly heard starting as the father smiles if only briefly that Craig was already at the truck. Passing through the door to the garage the truck is loaded as Mike tosses the pack into the back and helps his daughter into the truck. He forgot something.

While shutting the passenger door Craig looks back into the garage door. Then at his father.

"GO!" Mike shouts while clenching his daughter to his chest. Bodies pour from the doorway towards the truck with each eye piercing deep within one's soul.

Spinning the wheels momentarily the garage door gives way with ease to the truck. Almost with a ramp like affect due to the bodies under it Craig loses control. Fishtailing into the street he hits even more people. A moment passes as the wheels spin yet again from the grass of the yard. He did it. Control is finally attained. Onto the road though cluttered it is not entirely unnavigable. They head away from suburbia into the heart of darkness. The heart of Denver....Denver General Hospital."

<OOC> New chars that anyone can use or add to figured run with the three chars see what happens Does remind me of Moore with a touch of Max Brooks author of World War Z with the random accounts all being added.

Name: Mike McKaney
Age: 42
Occupation: Retired(within last 2 years) Military (Lt.Colonel Army Rangers 3rd battalion) / Manager of Clothing Store
Look: 6'2 Lean / Short brown hair / business attire short of the now missing jacket

Name: Sarah McKaney
Age: 10
Occupation: Student / Child
Look: Rainbow T- Shirt, blue jeans

"I knew someone was alive even better I know Natasha got out of Denver I look at this man in in pinstripe trousers and smart attire rifleing through a trolley in it he has the most ecelptic collection of things a radio some paracetomol a box of and box of batteries."

Dave got out of the truck and walked cautiously towards the fellow in front of him.A trolley in what has been unanimously been called a Zombie Apocalypse by many and a incursion of the dead by others Dave chuckled to himself at least he wasnt making noise Dave studied him some more cocked his head to one side and then plucked up the courage to talk.

"Hello need a hand with that?" Dave yells

OOC (thats your character Silver and yea I look forward to the interaction when all these characters meet and the series kicks off if you will this is like a pilot episode of sorts.)

[OOC: Some interesting stuff going on so far guys, good work. Are we all pretty much agreed that we are now at about 100 hours after first infection? I mean in terms of my character and Boss' meeting up? Obviously people can fit as much or as little into the timings as they like, I was just checking for consistency ]

++ 30 minutes after first post ~ hour 80 of the outbreak ++

Ian and John weaved between the parked cars, aiming for the multi-storey. They kept as low and as quiet as they could, but were making relatively poor time... people had crashed their cars as they attempted to either flee the hospital, or bring their dying loved ones for the attention of the doctors.

Not to mention trying to avoid the odd infected person wandering around the place. It was a good thing there were not more of them, or it would have been impossible to get anywhere.

"You really think it is a good idea to take your car Ian?" whispered John as they passed yet another wrecked car.

"Well, it beats walking, and I imagine the highways will still be relatively clear, so we should do OK once we clear the Hospital" replied John.

They continued to pick their way in fits and starts towards the towering building where Ian's car was parked.

Suddenly a low moan sounded and they froze. SMASH! A window in the car next to Ian errupted in a shower of glass and a hand shot out and grabbed his arm. He was pulled sharply against the car and banged his head on the roof.

John quickly grabbed Ian's other arm and tried to pull him free of the attackers grasp. Ian let out a scream as his unseen assailant bit into the flesh of his hand. With a start, Ian came free and fell towards John.

"Ahhhh, FETH it hurts!" shouted Ian, seemingly forgetting they were supposed to be keeping quiet, or figuring that expletives would not hurt the situation, given his scream.

John quickly took off his tie and tied it around his friends wrist, cutting off the blood flow to his hand. He glanced up "Let's just get the hell out of here, quick, we need to move now, more of those things are coming right for us!".

Ian looked up from where he had been examining his wound. "Feth it... run!"

++ ~ hour 85 of the outbreak ++

Ian was in a bad way. He was running a high fever and looked like he had lost most of the fluid in his body. John was doing his best using the contents of the medical cabinet they had found in the car park attendants office, but it was not really equipped for this kind of thing.

John applied the last of the saline drips to the improvised IV line he had rigged and sighed. It was just a matter of time now.

++ ~90 hours after outbreak ++

Ian was almost stone cold now. In the rare moments he came round, he complained of not being able to feel anything at all. He kept telling John to leave him, but there was no way he was just going to abandon his friend like this.

John had had plenty of time to search the office and had already found a heavy flashlight and a portable radio, and had spent time trying to find anything on the airwaves that was even vaguly helpful, but everyone was shouting about everything. In the end he had turned it off and contented himself with watching the infected people shamble about on the CCTV screens mounted in the office. Most of them seemed to be heading into the centre of Denver.

He occasionally saw the more fluid movements of someone who appeared healthy, but they were doing their best to remain hidden, and they became increasingly rare as he watched.

++ ~95 hours after outbreak ++

John was numb. He had sat and watched his friend die. He had died right there in his arms, he had seen the last of life flutter away from him and he could do nothing about it.

He wanted to block out what happened next but his mind kept on betraying him, replaying it over and over in his mind... He still had specks of Ians congealed blood over his shirt, though it's dark colour did not show it up well. He looked down at the broken flashlight in his hand, used in a way it was never intended; a cudgel to crush his friend's skull when he... came back from the dead...

[OOC: I am going to make some dinner now, so will post our meeting when I am full of yummy Fajitas. Nom.

Just wanted to get us up to the same time frame first ]

<OOC> Loving it. Yeah I figured we can tackle Denvers Flash Back hour 36-60 together because a hospital is too much fun to have just for one person. Since hour 60 - 100 is when the note of Natasha's survivor exodus / meeting with my chars occurs. Got some warhammer to play but after that will add a hospital episode (feel free to start it if ya have the zeal) if not it starts tonight when I write it.

OOC (That is a nice catchup I *thumbs up*)

"Donnie dont look so good" said the chief who was looking after him "And all you said was he got bit right?
"Thats right..he...got..bit" replied Dave lifting another table into place Bear stood with his axe several other watch members had the hose on the engines set up and were spraying the high powered hoses out onto the streets Zombies faltered and thrashed in the torrent as heavy machine gun fire from the national guard positions tore into them
"Mains are out!" yelled a watch member their going to be on us more than ticks on a dog!
"Move Donnie we're gonna be getting some company everyone who isnt armed move out the back barricade yourselves in!" yelled Dave
The unarmed station personal moved out back.Dave Bear and sixteen others stood ready to face the Zombie Horde slowly they flowed down the street half lumbered into the station house the other half after the screaming civilians thousands a carpet of rotting corpses.


Bear and the others charged the Undead and laid into them swinging axes left and right and old 1920's ladder claws and door forcers for every one they brought down ten replaced them soon they began to falter. "Bear! move!" screamed Dave "No can do Boss I gotta hold them back tell Toyah I love her yea?" he turned and waded into the horde swinging left and right Dave ran and bolted the back door shut the station personel all looked scared only a dozen firemen remained Dave heard a gunshot and rushed out back a blanket was draped over Donnie the chief had taken his own life a 88 revolver sat limp in his hand.

Dave closed his eyes and thumped the wall Donnie was dead chief gone the other watch members god knows all of a sudden the blanket over donnie twitched Dave looked on in disbelief picked up the Chiefs revolver Donnie got up pale,Sullen features moaning and clawing at the air then clamped eyes on Dave and shambled toward him Dave brought up the revolver and fired Donnies brains exploded out the back of his head.

at that moment it became real and Dave got on the road.

When he left the station house he walked numb down the streets he saw civilians led over cars and sprawled on the ground screaming moaning and whimpering as the Undead pulled at their entrails and ate them alive. Still Dave wondered numb axe clenched revolver down by his side his tour in hell starting his and every other person who breathed he wondered towards the commotion a caged fence network sand bags and corrigated iron barricades.People were choked in bottle necks medics checking them for bites and scratches the ones who had them were led off a medic caught dave roughly and checked him.

"Are you alright??" the Medic said his voice sooo far away.
Dave looked up he felt his mouth moving but didnt hear the words a flash then he was pushed on a piece of paper in his hand and a pen he stopped looked down then dropped it and moved on.

He walked for thirty miles to the compromised barricade before he came to his senses.

++ ~99hours after outbreak ++

John finally came back to his senses - more or less. He had to get out of here, and he had to make sure he was prepared... there was no way that he was going to come back as one of those... things...

His thoughts started to stray into images from the past few hours, combined with shots from some of the horror movies he had watched in the past. Specifically those about Zombies. To his mind there was no other way of describing them. As improbable as it was, it seemed as though zombies now walked the Earth.

John tried to think what he "knew" about zombies, as well as what he actually knew from having watched is friend turn into one, and what he had seen with his own eyes and over the CCTV.

1) They were relatively slow - he had not seen one get over a slow jogging speed. This meant he would be able to outrun them, for short distances at least, although he would get tired and they probably would not.

2) Bashing their skull in stopped them. Tears started to mist his eyes as he thought of poor Ian. He steadied himself for a moment and went on with his mental list.

3) Bites kill you and turn you into one of them, the evidence suggesting so far that it takes about 12-15 hours to turn after first bitten, although that might vary significantly depending on here you were bitten and how badly. Certanly not a concrete figure.

4) Medicine does not seem to stop it from happening - evidenced by the fact that the people who had been "treated" at the hospital seemed to have reanimated regardless of their level of care. Certainly the earliest cases would have been looked after as well as any normal patient... it was only when hundreds of people flocked to the hospital that people were kept waiting and supplies and medical staff were stretched.

5) They seem to be attracted to noise and movement.

6) They don't appear to be particularly intellegent - John had watched one through the CCTV who had been strapped into its car before it turned and it was unable to free itself in the 7 or so hours it had been reanimated, though with time it may work itself free or otherwise break the bonds that held it in place.

It was with reluctance that John decided that he could not stay in the office he had found shelter in. For one he could not stand the fact that Ian's body was in there with him, and for another it had no real stock of supplies or indeed anything much to reccommend it as a permanent home.

He tried the radio again, hoping for something that would tell him that it was all in hand and it would soon be safe, but expecting the worst. There was some talk about a defensive cordon being set up somewhere, but details were sketchy. It was being suggested that civillians lock themselves in their homes and await further instructions.

A great thought, but one that was not practical for John... he had no supplies and no facilities for long term survival. hell, even short term survival would be uncomfortable. He would have to go out and salvage what he needed from the hospital grounds, or even further afield (although he knew the hospital quite well, and there did not seem to be as many zombies about as before, so perhaps it would be best to stick around here for a while at least).

His mind made up, he placed the radio into a shoulder bag he had found in one of the lockers, and quietly slipped out of the office.

++ ~100 hours after the outbreak ++

He didn't quite know how he didn't hear the aproaching car, or indeed any footfalls, but he nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice behind him called out "Hi there".

It was probably a good thing that John had not found a gun yet, or he might have shot himself (or this stranger) by accident in his panic. "Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed, trying to stop his heart from jumping out of his mouth "You almost scared the life out of me. I didn't hear you come up, sorry about that."

"No problem" replied the stranger "Name's Dave, Dave Jenkins." He offered his hand.

John looked at it for a moment before shaking his head slightly and stepping forward to take it "John Wade. So, what are you doing here? Have you seen much of anywhere else? Is it like this everywhere?"

Dave shurgged "Yeah, I've seen a bit... probably more than anyone would want to, come to think of it. It is bad all over... worse in some places even."

A small amount of hope died in John's soul "I had almost hoped that it was something local to the hospital, no matter what the news had been saying... anyway, since you are here, do you know anywhere that is safe? Well, safer anyway. I was planning on getting together a few supplies, maybe collecting together any survivors I can find and holing up somewhere until they announce where this supposed safe zone is."

Johns face aged for a second "My friend and I escaped from the hospital just before it became overrun, but he... didn't make it. I did everything I could... everything I had been trained to do, and I could not save him... I guess I couldn't help any of them really..."

Dave looked at John "You're a doctor or something?"

"Yes, I was working in A&E after the call came in for all staff to attend the hospital... we thought there had been some kind of riot, but people just kept on coming, and coming. I don't know how many people I saw with bites and scratches, but there must have been over a hundred. And those were just the ones I 'treated'... there must be thousands of people who are infected now, walking around and infecting more people."

"People who are bitten turn into zombies?" asked Dave.

"Zombies? Yes, I was just thinking that is a fairly accurate description of what they are. Butyes, I have seen it with my own eyes: Unfortunately. Ian, the doctor who I escaped with was bitten... nothing a tetanus shot couldn't have cured normally... not too serious, but certainly not pleasent."

"And he turned?"

"Yes, about 12-15 hours after he was bitten." replied John.

"My god, what did you do?" asked Dave, shocked.

John looked at his hands, turning them over and staring at them "I had to kill him... crush his skull with a flashlight I had found." John's eyes started to mist slightly, but he brushed the mood away. "Anyway, do you have any plans, or do you want to join me in gathering up some essentials and holing up until we know what we are supposed to be doing?"

[OOC: Hope this was OK, not too good at speaches. But anyway, hope that was an accurate enough portrayal of "Dave" either way]

OOC (That was cool and yea Dave as you have guessed is a pretty reserved dude so you got him spot on anyway onwards and upwards first two characters have met)


"I knew it was only a matter of time before id meet someone else who was alive we sat and chatted John Wade Dr been through a lot killed his friend we have all killed friends I only days ago killed Donnie my collegue and comrade but John he seemed as though he had comitted a mortal sin.I suppose this is right being that he swore a oath to preserve life even though Ian I think it was wasnt alive he was dead and he would have gotten up and killed the people he would have killed would have gotten up and killed and so on and so on but I dont think hes going to be convinced either way"


"I killed him" John paused "With a Flashlight that I had I hit him and I hit him until he stopped moving" he paused again
"But he was dead right? so it doesnt matter cant murder a dead person can you? even though he was my best friend and
closest collegue" John's gaze passed off into the distance
Dave went to reply but thought better of it instead he walked over to the supplies he looked through the supplies Car batteries,gauze,pain killers,syringes
"You got survivors in there?? are their people alive?" asked Dave
"A few the ones we managed to save mainly from the Forward Observation posts before they fell civilians and soldiers Women Children....Babies orphans" John's voice began to quiver
Dave began to feel emotion until now he thought of himself but all those faces on the photographs the polaroids came to him he held onto the bonnet on the truck for support "All those people" he thought " How many of us are alive?" he gathered his thoughts and turned around "Survivors I need to ask you something John its important" he rifled through his jeans and pulled out the note and Polaroid "This is my wife her name is Natasha she said she was going to Jackson did she pass through the hospital any of the survival stations FOBS anything"?
Johns gaze was still glazed like glass "So many people" he muttered "So many" Dave grabbed his shoulders "John! did my wife pass through here? I need to find her!"


OOC ( I hope I did John justice he seems to me to be worn out and weary of the situation and racked with guilt) Im off to bed now either way we will continue tomorrow now its really picking up! feel free to reply but I will add more tomorrow when I have fresh mind.

OOC (i havent been able to update my character unfortunately but from what ive read i think i could gather up some nice information into something with a lil mystery, SAVE MAH CHAR!)

Date: unkown... time: who cares?...

I am up on a rooftop, gazing at the massed hordes below me, which are just standing there, with no thought, no memory of who they used to be. My name is Johnson Gillard, this is my last stand. My girlfriend susan died a few days ago, i swear i couldnt save her, i did all i could but all i remember now is those dead. cold. eyes, staring at me as the super human zombie suprised attacked us which we thought was a secure location. Now i am all alone, they slowly craw up the stair cases, they can smell my fear, with only my magnum with 6 rounds left and a crowbar, i don't know how long i will last, im tired. my eyes are slowly closing, i don't even know how i want to sleep when those howls and cries are tormenting my mind. Throughout the past days the infection is evolving, the virus in the zombies are ever changing, they are getting smarter, stronger and are gaining intelligence, i first found this out when my girlfriend and i went to a hospital, all abandoned it was horrible, like walking into a horror film. Dead people lay everywhere, we wanted to get in for supplies, if any, and get out. But gak is never easy. We found a map on the wall, which directed us to the medical and food supply area, of course we went there. We turned around in the hall, and their it was, standing over 7" tall the monster stared at us. i reached out for my magnum, the instant he sensed movement the beast launched itself at susan, it was too late as the disturbingly strong alpha zombie ripped susans head from here shoulders, gore splattered across my body, blood of which i cant wash off. I screamed with rage as i pulled my magnum out and shot it in the face. it collapsed to the ground, i cried. all i could think about was susan, and the moment of her death replayed in my mind. over and over again.

I have made notes of the Zombies, i believe that alpha zombie which attacked us was one of the first to be infected, allowing the virus to alter the body given enough time, luckily the massed horde below me have only been recently infected, so they react slower but can still run pretty damn fast if suprised or attracted. Unfortunately i think this would be the end to me, i could take back the building which is probably infected with zombies, or wait out and hope for some help, some rescue of any kind. but. i believe it might be too late.

OOC: (the theory of evolving zombies sound pretty cool, i dunno how this interfers with the other stories sadly.)

Hour 100

"Keep up son."

"yeah," Craig replys while catching a breath.

"Protect your sister I will scout the next block."

"K."

Mike leaves Sarah in a catatonic like state with Craig hovering over her with a shotgun. Their clothes have seen better days being more torn and scuffed then a cat toy. Sarah's hair is matted and cluttered as she struggles constantly to keep her vision clear with each passing stroke of her hands.

The overcast sky is not helping the situation with countless areas of shadows pooling into eachother. Mike rounds another cornerd slowly keeping a full combat stance. Training that can never go away....or shut off. He kneels beside a fallen comrade in arms. He nods solemnly to himself as he goes through his munition and equipment storing it away. A gunshot is heard. Thankfully not the direction of his children.

Moving with the shadows and noises as his cover he peers around another corner to an open street. Small arms fire rains down from a roof as a lone person shoots in acts of desperation.

"Shots of desperation soon the next one will be to himself."

Mike reaches for a small mirror. Between the clouds a brief moment comes when the sun peers through as Mike reflects it into the man. Blinded for a moment the man instantly knows it is no coincidence and see's Mike directly. With some gestures the man responds verbally as Mike motions silently.

"Plan?" Johnson shouts.

Mike makes a few gestures as Johnsons speaks through the charades.

"Ladder? Slides?" Johnson was about to survey the back as Mike almost made a noise to stop him.

"Stop....Yeah they will follow me around when I move ok."

"Slide...."

"The pipe on the back?"

"Slide down the pipe? Serious?!?

"Your gonna attack them?"

"Distraction, while I play slip and slide down the back of a building..."

"Wait now you want me to walk to the back?"

Johnson slowly walks the perimter edge of the roof to the back taking note of a few ways down. There is one as he makes his way to the back where its a few feet per knotch in the piping. Doable...better then going back in the building. The pack follows at the base of the building clawing and scratching. Taking note of this Johnson also see's craig aiming at the horde apparently gauging his enemy...He finally makes it back to where he was standing initially. He squints trying to catch a glimpse of Mike.

"Run...behind you...follow..no not follow...Run back where you came from?"

"Ok...See...See....Small....See small what?"

"Babies...no....Children?"

"ok...one...one child"

"Cover my ears?"

"OH SH "

A loud crash occurs as a fragmentation gernade hits the opposing building. This causes a deafning roar as blocks of mortar brick and glass crash down into the street. Johnson deaf with excitement and anticipation makes his way to the back pipe. Doing his best not to fall to his death he goes down notch to notch.

Durability of the pipe with a little luck arrives Johnson a simple jump down. A rain of gun fire occurs as the horde's curioisty gets the best of them. Johnson drops to the ground and makes haste ie: running like all hell down the alley way that Mike came from.

The adrenaline eventually faded as the gunfire and the moving mass sounds dissapated. He finally came up to a pair of people. An adult and a child. One has a shotgun now pointed at him. With larger eyes Johnson drops his hood back and stares ahead.

"Who the are you?"

<OOC> Hopefully I didn't ruin ya char for ya. I also dropped the idea I had of this lil group before. Figured its a good time to meet up for the hospital one big happy survivor group

<OOC> lol awesome man, story is coming up real nice unfortunately i have a writers block atm so i need more inspiration , now i gotta remember all these new name hehe.

[OOC: I made a spreadsheet with everyones characters and who they are etc on it... I will upload it when I get home and give out the link. Either that, or you can make your own cheat sheet ]

The unfolding story of Cpl. Jones
Timeline: Zday
Location: Chinook Helicopter en route to Denver International Airport



The Seating on a Chinook helicopter has never been the greatest for a combat loaded infantryman to start with. Thirty three men crammed into a space no bigger then a short bus with all their gear piled on their lap and on top of that the seats were made from a red nylon cargo netting that didn't conform to a persons shape very well. On top of that the vibrations caused by the twin turbo props gave the false impression that the damn thing was going to fall apart at any second mid flight.

I shifted my weight to my left butt check trying to counteract the tingly sensation coming up my right side from my leg going numb from the seating. I was lucky enough to be seated on the end of one of the isle seats so I had a little room to shift around with my gear, though not alot. Bathed in the red glow from the night lights inside the cab, I could see that most of the members of my platoon were fast asleep. A few were listening to Ipods that they brought along for the ride. I mentally kicked myself in my 4Th point of contact for forgetting mine. I reached up and played with my standard issue earplugs making sure that they were snug and that I wouldn't be half deaf by the time we landed.

I settled back into my seat, with my rear end fully numb now and stared out the back of the Chinook. The loading ramp was down and a Warrant Officer, whom I had never met before, was sitting at the edge of the ramp with his legs kicking freely like a little kid over the side. He was safety strapped down to the ramp, and a M60 machine gun mounted to a three point extension swung slowly through the cool night air as he made sweeping passes with it aimed at the ground as it zipped by us only a few hundred feet below.

Suddenly the reddish glow in the cab was replaced with a steady green light and a high pitched electronic buzzer started to sound. Our Butter Bar LT stood up and gave everyone the universal hand signal for NBC.

Already dressed up in my Mopp 4 NBC suit, boots and gloves I reached down and pulled my pro mask from its green carrying case and proceeded to don it. It was hot, stuffy, and really uncomfortable and I hated every minute that I had to be in it... but I was glad that I had it. Apparently Denver was under some kind of unknown biological attack and we were being sent in to help secure the Denver International Airport for civilian evacuation to another undisclosed safe zone that was being set up. All civilian Air Traffic had been rerouted and the airspace cleared for military use only.

I looked around the cab once again and made sure that everyone under me had done the same thing as was ready to go. I got rubber gloved thumbs up from everyone in my squad, most of whom were what we called 18 week wonders... Fresh out of Basic and Ait and only a few of us had seen actual combat in a war zone.

The Lt Grabbed a 30 round magazine from one of his many molle pouches and proceed to lock and load his Colt m4 carbine. I pulled one from my right side mag pouch and proceeded to do the same. I instantly felt better when I pulled the charging handle back on my m4 and felt the bolt slam home.

I turned my head and looked out the back of the Chinook again. Much to my surprise I noticed that we had picked up an Apache Gunship escort. Things must be worse then I thought.

It wasn't long before we got our first glimpse of the city. We were still flying pretty low just over the rooftops and I could smell the smoke from multiple fires that blazed out of control on the streets below. The streets were clogged with multiple cars and flashing lights from emergency vehicles. As the Chinook started to make a slow banking turn I watched as what I think was a gas station exploded into a giant orange and yellow fireball.

Yes.... Things were much worse then I thought.

And the day hadn't even started yet.

(OT)
(Dont mind me... doing my own thing until I catch up timewise. Might be a day or two.)