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.)

[OOC: Haha! Welcome to the story, love the pictures, I think we need more of them

Don't worry about time lines, just so long as you put in a rough time after initial outbreak we should be able to tell where you are in the overall sceme of things.

Given the level of chaos etc you are seeing, I would put it probably during the initial panic, so probably about 40-60 hours after the outbreak, before people really knew what was happening, but long enough for there to be fairly widespread civil unrest, and a fairly large number of zombies.

Feel free to disagree with this as much as you want ]

OOC (THIS IS AMAZING!!! guys you are all gold. Silver the spreadsheet is genius we need to do the next scene between our characters so Im going to wait for you to post it up.

other Characters feel free to post Im just waiting for Silver I may do a Flashback but I think ive covered everything now and am up to date. But this is superb stuff. Better than Id envisoned)

[OOC: I am currently at work so can't really post a big bit until I get home; feel free to flash us all in the mean time ]

OOC (Ok dude thats cool I will do some sort of Flashback or continuation of our scene last night maybe or my own character settling into the hospital as that looks like where the first act is going to end.)

"The best nights sleep id ever had heheh what a weird notion the best nights sleep id had was on a hospital bed and I wasnt even sick.Since meeting John I have had a boost of optimism someone well not someone a lot of people are alive this hospital has god knows how many people spread out families,strays mainly women,children,orphans when I first got here I wandered the corridors and saw them their faces they looked drained tired terrified and with good reason what we have all been through over the last few days beggers belief.Johns space looked anarchic at best boxes strewn here and there a microscope set up in the corners various petrie dishes and samples had he been working on finding out how this virus ticked? perhaps? time will tell"


Dave got up from the hospital bed he'd been laying on and looked around at the darkened room boxes were stacked in either corner of the room various supplies from whatever forays that had been made into the city. He got up and walked over to the boxes and examined them many had CD written in a triangle (Civil Defence) others had various warehouse notifications others were from the medical depot and were medical supplies he wondered if their was any food but thought better of touching any of the boxes in fear of being thrown out of this temporary paradise... Paradise was a longshot more like Sanctuary.

he put his shirt back on and walked into the corridor looked up and down it some people were asleep others were awake and chatting amongst themselves as he walked by they acknowledged him he nodded back he went into Johns office to find him sat looking through a microscope. He looked up and smiled
"Good morning Dave" he said a warm tone in his voice "Morning John found anything?" replied Dave Johns brow furrowed at this question and he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes "This Virus is like nothing I have seen I introduced it to some various tissue samples from the pathology lab downstairs 12 hours after introduction it grips every cell in a chronic case of narcrosis the cells break down and the Virus takes hold its scary in the way it works so fast on living tissue faster" he looked of glazed again "Its like nothing I have ever seen" he added
"So no cure" replied dave "No not even a decelerant works it just thinks it way round it and continues to exclusively attack cells it rots the body it kills everything useful and leaves the base functions and for some reason the function to feed but why the need to feed on the living?" added John Dave shrugged "You had any sleep John" Said Dave concern in his voice "Sporadic fitful you see I have this need to see how this works because if we can understand it we can prevent it" replied John matter of factly "If we can stop this we can stem the tide of corpses that are slowly outnumbering the living" "if only I had a specimen to study" added John
"Woah you can forget that where one of these things are dozens maybe hundreds are we cant risk it survival is what we need to be thinking about screw a cure get us to Canada we need someone to keep a eye on us health wise this that your doing John is detracting from the main goal getting to Canada and to the safe zone" replied John
"If I could get a sample I could get a cure and we wouldnt need to leave" said John sternly "Surely we should raise some sort of vote with the others....." John was cut off
"Not getting into it John no way" said Dave walking out of the room

Dave started to worry why was a cure so important to John surely they should leave that was the goal Canada and survival not staying here and waiting for that carpet of corpses to roll over them and getting a "Live" specimen he hadnt heard something so ludicrous.He ordered his day in his mind first they would go and look for signs of any more survivors then they would go foraging for supplies or rather he would he had a feeling they had only scratched the tip of the iceberg as to how far this thing went.

[OOC: I assume this is some time after we met? As it stood, I had not really rounded up any survivors at the 100 hour mark when we met, so I guess there is a gap of perhaps 24-48 hours there.

{EDIT: Ok, I have changed my mind a bit, I think that John may well have found a few survivors and have been using the trolley to shuttle supplies to them, so the time frame could be reduced to 12-24 hours if required, making it ~112-124 hours after outbreak)}

I guess the supplies could have been brought to the hospital before everything shut down completely, so that makes a kind of sense.

Anyway, some good ideas and direction so far. I might go back and write a middle section to fill the gap when I get home, got some good ideas.

Keep up the good work )

OOC (In the words of Hudson "If you liked that your gonna love this)

Have drawn up some Department of Defence/CDC situation reports of the spread on the virus as more and more Zombies are made Virus is represented in Red hope I have made a fairly accurate spread rate. Am going to hang fire on writing more as I dont want to get ahead of everyone else.

<OOC> Very nice. I will write a blip in a bit that puts my characters along with Gutter Ridge's Char infront / near the Hospital. Great outbreak pictures. Agreed good chapter end is the hospital. Look forward to that outbreak of stories within it. *Snap out of your writers block gutter ridge!* From what I have read of yours I am keeping him as a reluctant observer who is a info gatherer. So I think he finds the smallest details ie the master of those wheres waldo games. Good character

[OOC: is the hospital anywhere on that map?

Also, I will not be home until quite late tonight, as I have just discovered I have to go and do something after work, so I will probably be posting some new and background stuff later on tonight, hopefully before 10pm UK time]

<OOC> I don't see it but doesn't have to be though the university is a good spot. Especially to find out the hospital is a death trap I dunno. Will see how it goes. Looks like its college time har har har.

[OOC: I was not too fussed... I thought the hospital was on the relative outskirts of town though (almost in the suburbs). Certainly in previous sections, zombies have started to walk way from the hospital into the centre of town where the citizens are being evacuated by the army.

The university would probably make a good rally ground for that as there are lots of open spaces for helicopters, buildings for sheltering people, and probably walls to help keep out the zombies, although they would obviously be using the airport as well.]

<OOC> Denver General Hospital is 22 blocks northwest of the university. Hospital could be a flash back dealt with...suggestions?

OOC (Must write something so am going to write the next bit in Daves silent observations lol and info gathering trips where he found those maps. ) here we go!


"He called a meeting as soon as we broke up from the discussion we had it was his way of trying to get the moral high ground in the case of a cure. I of course looked at it as futile sure go out bag a corpse get it back to the Hospital and get bit on the way back no! it was ludicrous and stupid and fool hardy and I for one wasnt going to sugar coat it as something that would save mankind as a collective we needed to get moving I had a truck out front and there were APC's up the road and more canvas trucks.But John for some reason was hell bent on swaying the crowd to his findings"

"A cure is what we need to beat this thing back as soon as we start abandoning the cities we start abandoning civilisation" said John his voice risen over the din of dissent Dave walked forward and rose his arms
"Shut up! all of you too much noise and we wont need to find a corpse they will hammer the door down themselves" he turned to face John exasperated "No cure John we need to get moving Canada and Alaska are cold before I left Pittsburgh I heard on the radio that civilians were going there they think the virus wont survive there they think we should just go there wait it out wait for these things to starve then repatriate ourselves after.John looked blankly at Dave "And trapse across a wasted world when there is potentially a cure right under our nose's" he turned to the amassed crowd "We have food and supplies enough here it is fortified we can draw a line here send a message to them that we are not beaten get a cure fight back!" Dave shook his head "John how do you send a message to a dead man?..exactly? how do you fight back against thousands of corpses do you even hear what you are saying? Ian died I know but..
"Ian died because of these things I want to fight back I want to get a cure I dont want to keep on running if we run we will lose and if we keep running we will know nothing else our children will know nothing else generations after will know nothing else"! replied John heatedly
"Ex Excuse me" A woman put her hand up John and Dave looked at her and in unison gave the her the go ahead to talk
"I for one dont want to stay here she said this city is dead I feel unprotected and I am terrified" she gestured to the rest "We all want to go somewhere safe if he can lead us then I say we give him a chance" the rest of the crowd nodded and made their approval John walked away "For goodness sake" he said under his breath as he went

Dave looked at the crowd who turned to face him "I dont know if there is a safe haven in Canada Im only going on what the government said before they went off the air they also said about Alaska that the towns there were still going that Anchoridge was still going that the Russians had brought aid" The crowd started to talk amongst themselves excitedly hope was rekindled "are there Zombies there?" one man asked "Is the President alive?" another asked "Is there a refugee camp will that mean I can find my boyfriend?" another added Dave felt quite overwhelmed.


"Later that day I took a map of the city and a rifle and made my way out into the city here and there were a couple of corpses feeding on dead rotted corpses they shuffled in groups or sat lolling there heads from side to side I found a group in a car they sat there rocking backwards and forwards trying to get loose of the seatbelts and open the doors. It was if a surreal calm had decended I decided to make my way back to the FOB see if I could gather weapons and supplies for the journey ahead also see if the Government had left any maps and plans behind.I was rifling through one FOB when I made the most curious discovery"

Dave opened the corrigated iron door careful not to make too much noise the small hit him flies buzzed out he retched and put his sleeve up to his nose three Marines lay dead at a machine gun another at a desk his hands were over something a folder.Dave pushed the chair aside and the corpse dollied away into the shadows a small bump a groan and movement "gak" his second mistake he pulled out his pistol just as the Zombie shuffled around the corner one arm missing sinews sticking out Dave decided against a confrontation and grabbed the folder and sprinted out pushing the iron door shut behind him.He stuffed the folder into his back pack and made his way back supplies and this "Operation Wildfire" folder in his back pack.

OOC ( Thats where I will leave it now till other post jesus I havent been so creative in a long while wonders is what 8 days off work can do for your imagination and brain.)

Edited: needed a question answered and got it. Deleting my question since it is spoiler.

[OOC: I imagine that it is at the edge of the city, just before it breaks into the suburbs. I would imagine that we rounded up all the sick people we could find who had not been eaten and locked outselves into one of the secure wards (such as a paediatric ward, or intensive care) as well as anyone else who came by looking for aid.

I would imagine that John would have tried drafting a lot of people into caring for those who could not care for themselves. Dave would probably have drafted everyone else to look for supplies and guard the place.

There would be power, as hospitals have backups, but I imagine the whole city is probably powered by at least one nuclear station, so it could stay powered for a good long while (which is good ).

Some surviving army units might have fallen back to the hospital, but I do not think that has happened in the timeline as of yet (at about 120 hours after the outbreak, pending confirmation by Boss)

That is my take on the situation, but Boss may have other ideas]

SilverMK2 wrote:[OOC: I imagine that it is at the edge of the city, just before it breaks into the suburbs. I would imagine that we rounded up all the sick people we could find who had not been eaten and locked outselves into one of the secure wards (such as a paediatric ward, or intensive care) as well as anyone else who came by looking for aid.

I would imagine that John would have tried drafting a lot of people into caring for those who could not care for themselves. Dave would probably have drafted everyone else to look for supplies and guard the place.

There would be power, as hospitals have backups, but I imagine the whole city is probably powered by at least one nuclear station, so it could stay powered for a good long while (which is good ).

Some surviving army units might have fallen back to the hospital, but I do not think that has happened in the timeline as of yet (at about 120 hours after the outbreak, pending confirmation by Boss)

That is my take on the situation, but Boss may have other ideas]

<OOC> That works so yeah...Incoming

OOC ( In relation to whats in and outside the hospital yes its on the outskirts past the last stand blockade erected by the Marines I mentioned yesterday before Dave met John in the hospital it is Dave,John 90-100 (Is that too much??) survivors and Dave being the only one that can wield a gun I should imagine John would be able to as well I should imagine there are also a couple of national guard and at least a squads worth of Marines with medic (If thats ok)

Plus that opens up possibilty for more characters to be explored.I also thing we need a summary of events soon broken down into hours of outbreak I shall leave that to Silver as he has the system buttoned down for Frenzied Potato your approach should be ok to the hospital some FOBs and a main blockade before the hospital at the moment the undead are scattered and sporadic in small groups the hospital is guarded by the national guard survivors as a small chalk with a marine sgt in command (again if thats ok for everyone)

For Silver the military is present but as I said a small 2 or 3 man National Guard and Marine squad level presence the rest bugged out or were decimated by the full zombie attack on the last stand blockade.With no chain of command they are starting to get mercenary about things the Marines are honourable but the 2 or 3 national guard being conscripts are starting to wonder what the point of staying true to their oaths is.

Current Hour 013:22 p.m.

"DON'T STOP JOHNSON!" Pushing as hard as he can the flatbed truck is moving at break neck speeds. Beat up and scratched to hell the grey truck roars towards a blockade.

Sarah continues to cry over Craig laying with his head on her lap unflinching. Mike is mainting a kneeling position firing short controlled bursts into the frey behind him. They are a few blocks back. The ruckus has caused a gathering. The overcast skies begin a small drizzle of rain. The driving conditions begin to turn for the worst as bodies and blood start to cause the truck to fishtail.

Mike turns his head back and stares down towards the blockade realizing soon they must bail. Three more shots ring out as he braces himself for the wild ride. He has a belt tied from the a notch in the side of the truck bed around his waist.

A warning siren rings out from the remaining marines...

<OOC> And no I did not think this would be the big tie in. I have a "plan." It just involves some back and forth from creative people

Dave ran into the lobby and pounded out to the barricade.

"Whats going on?" he asked the National guardsmen Private Beck as he remembered
"Some dudes charging the blockade in some beat up truck hes mental he gonna crash it the ruckus is going to attract those deadheads we're going to be up to our necks in those things" he said over the whip crack of m16 shots
"Lockie you still got the Javelin?" he yelled into his comms bead "Take that son of a bitch out before he kills us all" he ordered
Dave looked accusingly "Your going to fire a missile at them?" "Hell yeah Dawg" Beck replied giggling soon his shoulders were clamped by a bigger man and he was forced up against the iron barricade "Private what the hell in Jesus H Christ are you doing those are civvies out there we are going to save them get your boys on the line now get Lockie to open the gates" the bigger man a Colonel looks at Dave "Stop standing there and start looking useful your with me! you can handle a gun then heres a vest we're going dead head hunting."

Sgt Beildekker was a career soldier seen action in Iraq,Afghanistan before that Kosovo and Desert Shield/Storm plus black op's in numerous places he figured that this was going to be a walk in the park babysitting civilians and making sure sick people dont go anywhere their not meant to quarantine duty in war school it was dressed up as the easiest assignment going....How mistaken he was

The group of two marines Bieldekker and Dave went outside the perimeter dave struggled with the M16 and wished for his pistol the truck was careening towards the barricade. The M60 in the dugout roared to life mowing down undead in droves Beildekker and Dave added to the fire before the truck sped by and skidded to a halt in the perimeter. The Marines and Dave fell back by numbers well the marines Dave just sprinted Bieldekker noted that some of the civvies needed rudamentary training the National Guardsmen needed his boot up their asses "Honestly a Javelin what reckless donkey-caves" he thought to himself he was a vocal critic of weekend warriors many recruited on rehabilitation programs as ex crims.

"Out of the truck cowboy" roared Beck aiming his M16 at the truck
"Out of the way donkey-cave" said Beildekker pushing Beck out the way "This is sgt Beildekker is anyone hurt? do you need assistance?"
The truck door opened and a kid steps out a middle aged man jumps out off the flatbed shotgun in hand Beck pipped up again "Gun down donkey-cave yea put it down" he ordered
Beildekker looked at Beck who shrunk away he had to do a double take but he swore he knew the man with the shotty out of the truck also emerged a scruffy looking lad and a young girl oh 10 years old by the looks of it
"Im Sgt Bieldekker 8th Marine Corps you guys need assistance?"


OOC (Bieldekker is a soldier a warrior the reason he is still a sgt is because he refused promotion the old Kirk to Picard edict "dont let them promote you ship you out to sit behind a desk" he liked the thrill of command up front and personal he has served in Iraq and Afghanistan and the 4 other marines are members of his squad he took out to Iraq and fought alongside in the 1st and 2nd battles of fallujah"

"Mike McKaney thanks for not shwacking us." With a quick salute he helps Johnson out of the truck and carries his son Craig out with Sarah in tow.

"My son was attacked several hours ago. He is alive. Tell me you have a surviving doctor."

John quick to act wastes no time in beckoning him to an area, "Dave should take a look at him."

"Great lead on."

Johnson takes his first relifed breath in what seemed like a lifetime. Mike helps craig onto a makeshift opporating table with what orderlies Dave could muster. As he looks down he realises what is in front of him.

Dave spends a moment to realize what is in front of him. "Opportunity or danger?"

While Dave begins life saving treatments / precautions. John Stands beside Mike and his Daughter along with Colonel Beildekker.

"Are you ok soldier?" Sgt. Bieldekker says.

"I'm ok Colonel, but my boy is the concern." Mike catches his breath and relaxes his grip on Sarah's hand but she clinches to her fathers leg.

"Lt.Colonel Mike McKaney Rangers 3rd battalion retired."

"Is there still a nurse in this hospital by the name of Angela McKaney?"

<OOC> Put in his twenty years and got out of it to spend it with the family that he believed suffered as he served. The hell the family goes through for a loved one who can leave without a trace and all you can ever know is he / she loves you. Struggling with civi - life he doesn't miss it just making up for loss time. Fortunate enough to live after a full career and lucky enough to retire from it.

Beildekker paused for a moment "Lt.Colonel Mike McKaney you say?"
Mike nodded "Sgt Benjamin Bieldekker I served alongside your unit in 1991 Desert Storm I heard about your unit and i am sorry for all your losse's I assume this is why you retired loss to the service sir" he added saluting
"As for a nurse by the name of Angela" he looks at John he shakes his head "Noone by the name of Angela Mckaney here I'll check the lists and the FOB board to see if she left for the Echo Safe Haven" he added
Mike nodded "Sgt Bieldekker we can catch up soon I need you to help my son was attacked outside" he replied worried stricken look in his eyes John walked over "What attacked your son? was it one of them?" saked John anxiously
Mike looked around his eyes wide frantic he then brought up his shotgun "I wont let you kill him he was bitten right bitten by one of them"
Beck swung round "What the feth dawg you let a bit one in" he started to walk over to where Craig led unholstering his sidearm
"Stand down Private" roared Beildekker
"With all due respect feth you sir he is bit and he is gonna die and he is going to get up so feth ya'all" he added cocking his pistol and aiming down at Craigs writhing form
"You are out of line soldier I am giving you to three before I take your ass down 1..2.." A shot rang out and Beck went down hard Mike had shot him with his shotgun Lockie pivoted the M60 around "LOCKIE STAND THE feth DOWN!" roared Bieldekker "RIGHT NOW!" the other Marines had Lockies position clocked
Lockie put his hands in the air and backed away from the M60 "Doc whats your oppinion?" asked Bieldekker "Can you save him or at least make him comfortable?"
John nodded but inside he was enthralled by the event a perfect way to start his research another oppertunity to watch the Virus to cure it to delay it or to eradicate it inside John smiled Dave Glared at him
"Lets get him inside my lab" yelled John Bieldekker walked over to Mike "Hes your boy but sir you should have shown more control Ive lost a man for the line now sure Beck was an donkey-cave but I needed him neither the less"
"Im..sorry" was all Mike could say Dave walked over to Beildekker
"Sgt can I have a word?" Bieldekkers brow furrowed "of course.


OOC (Beck was a african American and now is dead (hence the dialogue) this will sow tension between the Marines and the Guardsmen a thing we could play with later no doubt. Potato I assume Craig was bit by a zombie?)

<OOC> Yes he was bitten, cut etc... the works. Agreed on the military tension which I am thoroughly enjoying Loving the direction.

"Since the survivors arrived the new arrivals a tense atmosphere has fallen over the hospital So far noone knows that Craig Mckaney has been bitten by an infected and is slowly turning into one of them the story being used is a gunfight that John has sworn the others in the orderlie staff to keep to he saids that his research is pivitol to the future of the human race I believe this is a Trojan Horse that we will pay for in my private hours I have been pouring over the Operation Wildfire folder more questions who are Techseer? and what is Wildfire and the Ulysses Solution? In the meantime I have gone to see Bieldekker in the hope of getting him to try to talk some sense into John".



Dave beckoned Bieldekker to one side
"Im worried about Dr Shaws intentions in this matter he has been..." Dave paused and looked for the words
"Spit it out not got all the time in the world son" replied Bieldekker "Im worried that Dr Wade wants to use the Mckaney boy as a test subject"
"Test subject I wasnt present at the meeting but I assume this is about that damned cure that Shaw is convinced he can engineer" "Crock of gak in my oppinion" he added "Bottom line do you think the Mckaney boy poses a threat?"
"He was bitten you know that but Dr Wade is swearing everyone to secrecy you know it cant be stopped the Virus so why are we letting Dr Wade do this?" said Dave "Its dangerous we should be planning on getting on the road you saw the amount of Zombies that followed them in"
"I agree the compound is in danger of being compromised hows that plan coming along by the way I have sent Lockie and Ford out to get intel on the other FOBS and Barricades see how many intact veihicles we have and then to get them here Im hoping they have found a Chinook out there god we need it"
"The plan is going fine I have reviewed the Radio signals no joy nothings out there but it clearly states Echo is up north" said Dave
"between Canada and Alaska if not in Alaska" added Bieldekker
"I assume thats all I will go and see Dr Wade later this evening" Bieldekker added "Try to make him see sense"
"One more thing" said Dave
"And that is son"? replied Bieldekker "When I looked around the Forward post west of here I retrieved a folder Im going to be frank what do you know of Wildfire a Operation Wildfire? added Dave
"Not a lot" said bieldekker
They looked at each other for a long time before Dave nodded "Dr Wade your gonna see him right?"
"I will get round to it" replied Bieldekker
Bieldekker watched Dave walk out of the FOB then opened a locker on the wall a identical folder was produced
"Wildfire what does he know" Bieldekker said to himself brow furrowed.


OOC (am going to do a Flashback for Bieldekker and the marines in a mo to flesh out their background in respects to the outbreak and where they are in the early hours.)

The tour of Afghanistan had been hell fighting intense with the Taliban Bieldekker sat in the C130 with his Platoon the rest of his men were laughing and joking talking and being Jovial he smiled these were his boys each and everyone like a son.
"Sarge want in the pool is quite big now" said a member of his squad
"Nah nah this old man needs some sleep" he replied waving his hand he made himself comfortable and tried to shut his eyes as he did he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. A couple of his men bunched round the radio set.He got up and stormed over
"What the hell..."
"Sarge something is happening" said the Marine monitoring the radio "the military channels are alive with chatter" he paused "Something about civil unrest we're being diverted to Denver "
Bieldekker walked to the cockpit "are we being diverted?"
"Affirmative Denver apparently we need to supervise the evacuation of civilians they say that there is some civil unrest everything is going to hell down there". replied the pilot
Bieldekker nodded and moved to the back of the aircraft in the cargo bay "Suit up we land in twenty full combat load theres something going down in Denver and we need to help secure the city we will have APC's and Humvee's waiting plus we're linking up with the 10th Guard its pretty hairy down there so be prepared for anything".
The C130 came in to land the ramp came down as soon as it taxied the scene that greeted them was pandemonium several fences had been erected and civilians were being herded through to Medics in full outbreak gear each was being checked for something beyond them Denver was burning a top brass general and a man in a suit came over to greet him.
"Sgt Bieldekker sir" he saluted the general saluted back
"Sgt as you can guess we have a situation 12 hours ago something happened. In something we mean several districts and precincts not only here but up and down the continental United States reported instances of Civil Unrest. replied the general the man in the suit held back suitcase in hand the General gestured for the case.
"In here is your orders we are working with all forces airforce,army,guard,navy also Comsat Norad and the missile command" added the general "open the case when you have set up your FOB".
"And where would that be exactly?" .asked Bieldekker
"Denver General Hospital you are to set up dig in and get as many uninfected out as you can" said the General
"Infected so this is NBC? why arent we suited up?" replied Bieldekker sternly "Because its not airbourne" and that its been theorised that this is a possible selective Bio attack". the general added "You have your Orders Sgt"
"And missile command I assume they have been brought in should the situation be lost"
The general looked back over his shoulder "Yes as a last resort" Bieldekker walked out and shouldered his M16 and walked over to his unit they all loitered around checking kit and equpitment "Sgt on deck" barked his corporal the squad snapped to attention "At ease" ordered Bieldekker
"We're going to Denver need to hold and defend apparently its a Bio attack started 12 hrs ago Command is reviewing all options including possible other's should the situation be total Fubar we sit pretty get as many uninfected out and hold the line should the crazies come a knocking now suit up!"
his Corporal nodded "Suit up transport by squad A Squad APC B Squad Truck"
Just as Bieldekker boarded a Bradley he noticed a commotion a young lady blood pouring from a bite or wound on her leg was being led away by Marines.Bieldekker shook his head "Hell of a 6 months" he then closed the hatch and the lights went red.

[OOC: I am just posting this so people know what I am going to be doing, I will edit my actual story into this post in a second.

I am going to do a bit of story of how Dave and John got to the situation they were in in the hospital, then I will read what everyone else has done, then I may post some continuation. My spreadsheet is on my other computer, which I may or may not be bothered to go and turn on and upload, so who knows

*gets on with writing*]

++ 100 hours, hospital car park ++

"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?" asked John.

"I don't know, what do we have to work with here? Is it worth staying put?"

John thought for a moment. "Well, we have backup generators, so even if the power station goes offline, we should have power longer than anywhere else, plus we have a small solar collector as well. We have lots of meds, and quite a lot of food and there are a couple of secure wards we could block up and be pretty safe in. Best of all, there is all sorts of lab equipment so we can start looking into what this infection is and how it works, and possibly even how to stop it."

Dave looked skeptical "You mean we might be able to stop all this?"

"Well, maybe, but it is certainly worth a try. Plus there must be other survivors in the hospital. Some of the wards are closed wards, so there will be people in there who need medical care... we can't just leave them there."

Dave thought on it for a while "What do you suggest we do?"

John smiled, realising that Dave was coming round to his way of thinking "I suggest we clear one of the secure wards, make sure there are no zombies or infected in there, then head for one of the security stations... the hospital is full of cameras and we will be able to see everything. We can search for survivors. But we can also speak to them... there is a hospial wide intercom system, so we can guide them to the security station, or even direct to the ward we choose, making sure they avoid any zombies!"

Dave looked impressed "We can really do that?"

"Of course, then we can look for supplies, and guide the search teams past any zombies too."

They stood looking at each other for a moment before Dave slowly nodded his head "Well, we can certainly give it a go, if nothing else... let me just get my things from the truck."

++ ~105 hours after outbreak, secure ward ++

It had taken almost 4 hours to guide the survivors through the maze of corridors to the secure ward above the path lab, but now there were over 30 of them together. Granted some of them were bed ridden and could hardly move and there were a number of children, but there were a number of fairly able bodied people too, as well as a nurse and a security guard who had stayed behind to protect the children on the paediatric ward despite the orders from the Department of Health to evacuate.

Dave looked slightly disapointed there were so many critically ill patients and relatively few healthy adults, but John seemed happy that they had been able to save so many. "Every one we save is one less corpse or zombie." he said to Dave when he quietly voiced his concern.

"Yes, but every one is another mouth to feed too... and some of these people need urgent medical care." stated Dave, looking round the ward.

"True, we will have our work cut out for us, but there is plenty of food and more than enough medicine. We can all take it in turns guarding the doors and nursing the patients. Nurse Turner and I will teach everyone some basic first aid so that we can concentrate on the more difficult care, don't worry. We should be fine if we pull together. Plus with the path lab right next door, I should be able to at least start to figure out what this thing is. Why don't you get some rest? There is a spare bed near the back there... you must be exhausted."

Dave had to admit that he was pretty tired, even though he was probably too full of the horrors he had seen to sleep. "Well, if those are the doctors orders, I guess I had better try and get some sleep."

John smiled and ushered him off to bed.

++ ~115 hours after outbreak, path lab, just after Dave had come in and spoken to him ++

John was slightly worried by what Dave had said... he seemed more concerned with getting to some imagined safety in Canada than staying in a proven safe location with plenty of food, water, medicine and electricity... not to mention advanced scientific tehnology with which to learn about and hopefully find a way to combat the virus which was now sweeping the globe, not just the USA (according to the radio anyway).

John's back and neck cracked as he stretched. How long had he been staring at these slides? 6 hours? 7? And still little closer to finding out what this thing was.

It seemed to do something to any human tissue he had introduced it to (the few lab animals he had injected had died almost instantaneously but had not risen... it seemed they suffered more from a hyper-advanced allergic reaction, rather than any direct damage caused by the virus)... It seemed to kill the cell, yet somehow alter it, allowing it to function almost under minimal power... muscle cells could still contract, nerves could still fire, but their energy expenditure was minute, virtually zero. He had run a few calculations too, given how long it took the virus to spread through the tissue samples he was using and his own experiences "in the field", he had determined that any tissue directly contacted by the virus was almost immediately altered. He had worked out that it would take about 12 hours for the virus to work it's way though enough of the tissues of the body to cause enough "Altered Necrosis" (as he had termed it) to result in bodily death.

One of the most disturbing discoveries was what the virus did to brain and nerve tissue. It seemed to utterly corrupt them, forming masses and tumors, the function of which John was not quite sure of, but he suspected it may well result some how in the reanimation of the host organism.

If only he could get some more samples, or even a relatively intact reanimated corpse, it could provide so much more information than a few vials of infected tissue... Although very dangerous, a "live" specimin might be even more valuable.

Couldn't Dave see this?

++ ~120 hours, hospital ++

Several groups of soldiers and civillians were found walking through the hospital on one of our trips to the security station. They were guided to the stronghold and checked for infection. Our number now stands at 46 people.

3 of the soldiers drove here in an APC, which is parked outside the main entrance. It's arrival attracted quite a large following of Zombies, but after we had remained hidden for a while, they were obviously attracted back towards the city by something, possibly the gunfire that can occasionally be heard in the distance.

++ ~122 hours, meeting of the hospital survivors ++

The meeting descended into chaos, with people asking question after question that Dave could not hope to answer. He raised his hands to call for quiet "I don't know the answers to your questions, all I know is what I have told you... people on the radio were suggesting heading north is a good idea... they think that the cold weather will slow the zombies down, perhaps even kill them outright. All I know is that the longer we stay here, the more difficult it will be to move on, and the more chance there is of being caught by those things."

There were a few nodding heads at this suggestion, but then John started to speak "And how do these people know what will happen to these creatures in the cold? Have they tested this wild theory? I doubt it. Any temperatures cold enough to stop one will be cold enough to kill a human too. In fact, since a human needs to stay warm to survive, these things can probably last longer than any of us could."

"The only way to know where is safe is to examine these things, find their strengths, their weaknesses. Perhaps even find some way of inhibiting or destroying the virus to stop it spreading and to destroy those who are already infected. The only way we are going to be able to do that is to stay here! Here we have all the equipment we need to look at this disease and find out how to beat it! It may not be ideal, but we have a far better chance of doing it here and now than we will do traipsing through some frozen Canadian forrest, with no food, no shelter and no medicine."

"And what about those too ill to travel? Do we just leave them here? They will not last more than a few hours outside the hospital, certainly not being jolted around on the roads. That is another thing, you all saw how the zombies were attracted to the noise of the APC... what are we going to be able to do about that? We will need to stop for fuel, supplies, even rest... every zombie for miles will be able to hear us and will be heading right for us."

The group looked undecided now, wanting to do something, yet wanting to stay safe as well...

[OOC: Ok, how is that?

*goes to read everyone elses stuff*]

The unfolding story of Cpl. Jones
Timeline: Zday +1 Day
Location: Denver International Airport



Denver City was like something out of a bad horror movie. A steady stream of dirty, panicked refugees of all ages soon was upon us. We barely had enough time for the engineers to secure and set up an outer cordon around the section of the Airport that we were using before they hit us in force. My unit was ordered to help man the main gate and help process the thousands of people looking for help.

The main entrance was made up of two layers of defence. The outer layer was made up of grey dirt filled jersey barriers that the army had been using for years overseas in the middle east to much success with razor wire running along the length of it along the top. The second layer of defence was the Airports Chain link fence that was reinforced with razor wire.

A sandbag funnel was made to help guide people in and around them to slow people down and prevent them from being able to run or drive something straight through the checkpoint. An old red and rusty shipping connex was pushed up here surrounded with more sandbags and had a improvised bunker sitting on top of it. Various spotlights and a loudspeaker could be seen coming from the bunker, along with a pair of Ma Deuce (.50cal) heavy machine guns which were aimed down at the crowd of already panicked civilians.

At this point it was our job to separate people from anything that they might be trying to take with them. Suitcases, backpacks, your life's positiions whatever. It was all discarded into a pile a little ways off and burned. From here they were forced into one of two paths both lined with chain link fence and patrolled by armed guards. One path lead off to the left and went over to the C.A.S.H (Combat Army Surgical Hospital) for further/closer examination.

The other path was where we sent anyone that showed signs of being infection or bite marks. This path lead off to an area that had thick camo netting over the fence so that people couldn't see what was going on on the other side. Thick black smoke with grey ash that occasionally fell from it was constantly coming from behind the fence. If anyone stuck around for awhile, they would have noticed that only Military personal emerged from the backside of this area or the JP8 fuel tanker which sat parked on the backside of it. We made sure however that nobody loitered around long enough to notice such things.

Once people made it to the CASH, they were sent one at a time under armed guard into one of the many tents that were set up. Here they were stripped of all clothing and examined more in depth for signs of infection. If given a clear bill of health, they were given an orange jumpsuit to put on (Since there old clothes were burned to prevent contamination) and they were sent to holding areas to await a flight via C130 to one of the military safe zones.

If they were not cleared by the CASH for whatever reason, they were taken away to the closed off section never to be seen again.


END OF PART 1

(OT)
(have to split this one into 2 parts due to the fact that I don't have much time at the moment to write this, will finish this one up in a few hours after I get back from my trip to town)

OOC (Cool cool as I am doing background for our new character Sgt Bieldekker I will read yours first though.)

On the road into Denver the curbs were choked with Civilians people making their way to the airports walking cycling whatever they could do to get away from whatever the hell was going on down in the city below above the sound of helicopters could be heard the occasional scream as well what the hell was going on and why here.

"Sir" said one Marine
"Yea Rummy" said Bieldekker
"I have family a cousin a aunt I was wondering...." "You can keep on wondering" Bieldekker cut him off "That goes for the rest of you Denver is now a quarantined city the same goes for New York,Washington,Pittsburgh,Miami,Viginina, new info fresh from the top you have family in these cities they are now quarantined we have a job to do and we are going to do it!"
He took one last look round the cabin and sat down
He had his own worries his wife and kids were in Pittsburgh the the regiment home Pittsburgh was now a madhouse he would catch up on what was happening soon as he was done here and get home see his wife see his kids
"We're here" unload
"Ok hit it" roared Bieldekker the ramp rolled down and they filed out in the street were burning cars a crowd of paniked civilians pushing on a police cordon the marines fanned out and took up positions reinforcing the cordon around the hospital a police officer came up to Bieldekker "The next words I want out of your mouth is how many and how much time we have?" asked Bieldekker in a stern tone
The cop cleared his throat and composed himself "Their down there somewhere the ones who are infected we sent in 3 SWAT teams thousands of infected went over them like a carpet. We are holding them but they'll be here soon the civilians the mayor gave us orders through the comissioner to hold them here the hospital is overrun ive been hearing things from in there"
"What things?" asked Bieldekker eyebrow raised
"Now this will sound stupid possibly mad but they say the dead are getting up and attacking people" replied the cop he picked up his radio and started talking then he moved on.
"Rummy we need a cordon set it up 50 cal there and there a M60 there back up the bradley swing her round and park it here train the guns down the street killzone 15 to 20 metres out deflade fire from those two windows Tip and Rei are with us arent they?. I want them in the windows lets lock it down"
the Marines ran about and enacted his orders he made his way towards the command centre the marines and National guard in there saluted "Bieldekker I presume" came a pompous voice from the command bunker "Leitman 10th National Guard battalion Captain pleasure to have your boys here to reinforce us" he offered his hand Bieldekker looked down and moved on.
"Your in position? ready yes should the worst happen?" asked Bieldekker "We've been here for 15 bloody hours we're ready" guffawed Leitman
"Ok we'll see" said Bieldekker
Truth is he hated the National Guard weekend warriors not pure bred trained fighters he served with some in Iraq cant fault Army cant fault Marines and Rangers fething fantasic but Guard sure have an issue with orders most of them in his oppnion were ex cons and school drop outs and preppy spolit School Boys being taught disapline so they can feth around for a year then join dad on the corporate board.
Gunfire and screams outside signalled the start Bieldekker cocked his rifle and headed out Leitman stood fixed to the spot "Not coming captain?" Bieldekker asked the Captain shook his head "fething typical" said Bieldekker as he headed out.


OOC (Silver amazing as always I think we should ramp up Dave and Johns conflict with the arrival of Craig Mckaney (The live subject) John is going to get a visit from Bieldekker (With unexpected results) and we have the arc with possible travel to deal with the first act nears its closure the second will then begin soon I want everyone to start thinking beyond the hospital and of Techseer and Wildfire as the Zombies are not the only danger out there.

We need more flashbacks as well possibly of John before this all kicked off and one for Mike Mckaney during Desert Storm fleshing out the relationship between him and Bieldekker. just life things to show their lives before this event. things are going to turn on their heads very soon... mwahahahahaahahaha)

[OOC: I take it that the hospital was defended in the earlier part of the conflict by the guard, marines and police?

I guess they pulled out when my character was asleep

Does that mean they retired somewhere, to return to the hospital later when the rest of the city fell?

Anyway, good stories. Really enjoying how everyone is running into each other, though I really think we need some times putting onto each one, so we know what order they come in, as it is quite confusing at the moment ]

OOC (Shall we compile the events so as we know what order their in??

And yea the general hospital where you worked was defended by the 8th and the 10th Guard and Marine Corps. Being out of it you may never have known until the perimeter was breached and all hell broke loose.

And what of Corporal Jones??

But a story for another time ... Now for continuation


Another grenade went off and Bieldekker rammed another clip home it was chaos a melee of civilians Soldiers and god knows what the guard were pretty much destroyed one poor unfortunate was dragged around his arm half on half off beildekker put one round in him and one in whoever was attacking him the whatever it was strugged off the round and carried on.

"This is bieldekker sitrep anyone?" Screams rang out over the comms
He got up and ran for the second defence line and leapt over a sandbag a afro Carribean guardsman and 3 marines manned the dug out another big Guardsman sat at a 50 calibre
"This has gone to gak aint it!" smiled the Black Guardsman Bieldekker paid him no attention he just started to reorganise the shambled remains of what was 120 men "Anyone who is left rally on the hospital I repeat rally on the hospital! lay down fire short bursts retreat by squads back to the hospital" he roared the radio went dead "Why havent we got air support? what kind of cockamele op is this?" he cursed
the big guy on the 50 cal opened up halving one infected and spalttering two others he turned and smiled under his combat stripes pearly whites rang out "Thats Lockie he loves this gak he loves a war woooooo!!" said the Black Guardsman firing as he fell back the other 3 Marines fell back with them. They got to the entrance he threw a look over his shoulder bloodied civilians were led all over the place doctors tending to them in the courtyard on the lawn was a chopper people in suits were loading up he broke off and ran over
"That chopper what the hell are you doing with it"! he was ignored black fatigued men in gasmasks with guns ushered the suits on board.
"Dont fething ignore me!" he roared "What are you doing with this chopper soldier?" one of the men broke off he got a good look at the uniform black spec ops fatigues a patch on the shoulder had a Eye eqyptian looking the man said two words "feth off" he shoved bieldekker
they then closed up and took off Bieldekker was thrown about by the downdraft he heard a scream Leitman stumbled out held onto by three or four infected they sank their teeth into his head and his neck he fell shaking as they started to tear him apart. Bieldekker ran back to the men frantically firing from the door
"Barricade this door and fall back" said Bieldekker the doors were locked shut the moaning from the outside and the moaning from the inside merged into one "Lock this area off no telling how many are inside" he ordered the black soldier and the big man stood there idlely the Marines went straight to it. Bieldekker walked over to the guardsmen "Problem?" he asked "Nah just figured world is going to gak im the one with the gun" he looked desirably at his rifle "As long as you wear that uniform your a soldier and you will obey a senior officer now get to it!" barked bieldekker "alright" said the Black soldier walking off and gesturing to Lockie "Name" roared Bieldekker " Private Beck Syrus Beck dawg remember it I aint saying it again" he snapped as he walked off Bieldekker called his Marines too him.
"The situation is Fubar I wont be surprised if they launch something at us soon I want these people moved to the basement if they do I want to be down deep down depending on yield id say it will tear this city apart" he said gravely even he had gone white
His radio guy pipped up "Sir command on the line" Bieldekker gestured for him to pass it over
"Bieldekker go" he breathed deep expecting it to be an notification for retreat of all uncompromised forces and for him to hanker down as a B2 was in the air.
"Understood" he replaced the radio set
"We're to stay here await further orders dig in and redress our position".He added
"Here cant they see its Fubar they want us to hold what a hospital foyer this is gak bs! replied his Marine
"Yea we stay we hold and we redress the position await help and reinforcements fortify and hanker down also gather intel on the behaviour and spread of the Virus also command wants me to find someone a Dr Wade specialist in bio mechanics and Viral pathogenics last intel put him here" replied bieldekker
"feth more babysitting 24 hours ago we were ending a tour of duty for this gak" added Rummy
"We go where we go now shut up ladies sew em up we're here we're here when we find Wade we get to go you guys copy?"
They nodded their agreement "Ok lets do it"


OOC (Thats it for tonight after tomorrow's posting I have 3 days of work 12 hrs so wont post till next Monday (As A: I cant use internet at my desk in work B: I took 4 days off not all of it Kosher so management will be breathing down my neck C: I will be so damned tired to post.

till tomorrow goodnight ya'all good day of plot development we now need to focus on structure and bringing act one to an end so goodnight ya'all post more tomorrow the Boss signing off)

<OOC> Well my posts go from initial out break to sitting tight for an entire day to let what ever happens happen. I didnt put a hour on the last couple of my posts other then my arrival with Craig (Specimen?) Cant wait to see whats in store. While I give ya guys some time to compile (let me know what you need from me) I will do a small blip into Mike's thought and background as he finally breaths easier.

"Colonel Bieldekker..." Mike watches Sarah fall asleep with her head on his thigh. Curled tightly and trembling she stirs in a restless sleep.

"Easily could of been if he would of taken all the field promotions he was offered."

Mike smiles to himself thinking back.

"Private Bieldekker..."

"..."

August 22, 1991 22:30 Hours Kuwait

"PRIVATE BIELDEKKER FRONT AND CENTER!"

"SIR!" Bieldekker reports front in center sporting desert camo BDU's. Very green back then he stands firm and proud. Uneasy he stares forward eyes not following their unit commander.

"Are you responsible?"

"For what sir?"

"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL PRIVATE!"

"Yes Sir!"

"Do you have an explanation to why you felt it was necessary to put a large Camel spider in his bed?"



"Sir he claimed he was a man without fear."

"AND YOU took it upon yourself to teach him fear?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Do you believe it was your sole duty to teach him fear?"

"Yes Sir! For a man without fear is a danger to himself and those around him."

"And did HE learn fear private."

"You heard the screams."

"THAT IS NOT WHAT I ASKED PRIVATE DID HE LEARN FEAR!"

"Yes Sir!"

"It is not your responsibility to teach him fear and for that you will be punished. Do you have a problem this?"

"SIR NO SIR!"

"Are you sure?"

"SIR YES SIR!"

"Run around the compound I will send someone to inform you when you can rest."

"YES SIR!"

With a lower tone the CO walks closer to the private.

"Private..."

"Sir?"

"Formalities aside that was pretty funny but if you utter a word about this to anyone you will be running to the Red Sea."

"Understood!"

"..."

"First time I ever heard of the natural born."

Smiling to himself Mike allows his body to relax but not rest. He looks to where his son has gone.

"Angela where are you..."

<OOC> Gonna have another flashback of a not so happy memory where he was directly involved with Mike (not between eachother but a sitaution that cost both them and their units badly). During DAO (Direct action operations) these are lightning fast precision assaults carried with few numbers of people. Bieldekker's unit directly supports the ranger unit during this time. Feel free to run with this memory. I will add the encounter that got these two working together. Mike was a corporal then E-4 on the scale. I refer to Biel as the "Natural" since he is a natural born leader.

(OT: What about Cpl. Jones? Well lets check in on him and see how things are going, shall we?)
(OT2: Sorry for the long post. Got carried away with it. lol)

The unfolding story of Cpl. Jones Part 2
Timeline: Zday +2 Day
Location: Denver International Airport



Things were rapidly going downhill and fast. The trickle that was the infected had now turned into a steady stream that was constantly putting pressure on us on all sides of our secure zone. All around my position I could hear gunfire as fellow soldiers did what they could when the infected crossed into the kill zone that surrounded our position.

I aimed my M4 at a bloody man in a business suite as he shambled toward the pack of now screaming civilians and pulled the trigger. I felt my gun recoil and saw the round blow out the side of his neck in a spray of red as his body fell backwards onto the pavement.

"GET THESE PEOPLE INSIDE THE PARAMETER NOW!" I yelled at nobody in particular. "COMMON PEOPLE! LETS GET THE LEAD OUT!" I screamed as I waved my gloved hand back and forward in a move move motion at the civies, most of which were now scattering in any direction that they could to get away from the mass of shambling bodies coming towards the main gate.

I raised my M4 up again and proceeded to fire controlled pairs at any and all shamblers that I could see. My weapon kicking with every shot as muzzle flash light up the night. The sound of spent brass casings hitting the pavement filling the night air mixing with the screams and the gunfire. The Pair of .50cal machine guns spat death and cut a bloody trail through the tightly packed horde of bodies sending red chunks and even entire limbs sailing through the air like a rag doll. With a bloody scream a woman went down as two of the infected tore into her, one ripping her arm off at the shoulder with one swift motion.

A few of the civilians that had carried firearms with them had them out now and were trying to defend their loved ones. Someone even threw a Molotov cocktail at the horde and with a crunch of broken glass followed by a orange expanding fireball it engulfed several of the figures in sticky flame. Further down the road I could see an almost solid wall of blood covered infected as they shambled toward us from the main city.

Emptying my current magazine into what looked like a ten year old kid with both his arms ripped off I then dropped to one knee and hit the magazine release button on my weapon letting my empty mag fall to the pavement with a hallow metallic clang. I pulled a fresh mag from one of my pouches and rammed it home before hitting the slide release button letting my bolt slam forward loading a new round into the chamber.

Something caught my attention and I looked up just in time to see a pair of jets release a payload into the midst of our enemy. Before I could say anything the sonic boom hit us at about the same time as the multiple reports from the cluster bombs hitting there target. Even though they were some distance away a rain of bloody debris fell all around us. I looked over at the stunned civilians as they started to pick themselves up and get back on their feet. Some of them just stood in shock as they realised what had just happened and what it was that covered them. One girl pulled part of someones intestines from her long black and and proceeded to projectile vomit onto the man next to her.

I stood there for a moment as my mind caught up with reality and a realised that all the people inside the perimeter had now been exposed to whatever infection that had caused this whole mess in the first place.....

"They're infected..." I murmured to myself slowly..

Turning to the other members of my squad "SEAL THEM IN! THEY HAVE BEEN EXPOSED!" I yelled and pointed to the ever shrinking group of crying and screaming civies.
At first they just stood there and looked at each other...

"DO IT!" I yelled, and they did. They locked the survivors in and sealed there doom.

"What are you doing?" Cried one man. "You cant just leave us here to die!" Cried another.

Private Murphy walked over to where I was and I looked at his eyes through the blood smeared pro mask that covered his face and he did the same to me. With a simple nod we knew what we had to do.

It was like shooting fish in a barrel.

My attention turned back toward the smouldering bloody mess that was the first wave of infected. Already another large group of them were stepping over the broken remains of there comrades heading our way. I knew that we didn't have enough firepower here at the moment to stop this next wave, and that once they hit our fence it wouldn't take long for the sheer weight of their numbers to take over and collapse our fence.

I quickly walked over to where the rest of my guys were mulling around taking pot shots at the advancing horde of infected. I looked around and realised that I was the highest ranking person among the group. The Platoon Sergeant left earlier for a meeting and the Butter Bar Lt was nowhere to be found. Typical I thought to myself, he must have broke under the pressure and ran somewhere to hide.

"Whats the plan Corporal?" asked Murphy with a slight hinge of panic in his voice.

Looking around I noticed that everyone seemed to be pulling back toward the airfield. The radio chatter was chaotic at best as command and control started to break down as people fled for their lives or were being overrun from what seemed to be the never ending horde.

"The plans simple, were getting the feth out of here." I said as calm and confident as I could. Nearby the infected were close enough that you could hear them moan and cry.

And we ran.

It wasn't long after we started to run that you could hear the chain link fence come crashing down where we were just standing. All around us chaos insued. Off to our left I watched as infected ran up the back ramp into at taxing C-130, screams could be heard coming from inside even over the noise generated by the props. Ahead of us I noticed Blackhawk helicopters doing dust offs from a elevated platform on the second floor of a building.

I pointed to the helicopters and yelled "MOVE!" to my guys.

Being the first man to reach the door at the base of the stairwell, I quickly pulled it open and held it upon as everyone ran past me panting for air as they started up the two flights of stairs. I pushed the door closed as quick as I could, but before I could lock it something heavy slammed onto the opposite side of me denting the think metal door and pushing me back a few inches.

I dug my feet in and leaned into the door with everything I had as more things thumped into the back side of the door. I could not only feel but hear the metal strain under the weight being thrown against it on the other side. On the third try I managed to get the door closed enough to turn the lock with a satisfying click. For good measure I shot about half my mag through the door at the infected on the other side to hopefully buy me a little time. The echo from the shots inside the cinder block hallway made my ears ring painfully

I turned and started to take the steps two at a time when from behind me I could hear windows breaking as the infected swarmed through them. I made it to the top level and kicked the release bar on the door sending it flying wide open. A gust of downdraft from a helicopter at the edge of the roof was the only thing that I felt. The other Blackhawks had already loaded and taken off with the rest of my squad. I started to run across the roof toward it when the tail rotor suddenly swung violently right toward me.

I hurled myself flat against the roof with a grunt as it swung over head impacting several infected that were following me that I didn't even know where there. As soon as I was clear I quickly got myself to my feet and jumped into the opposite side of the helicopter. A manned mini gun sticking out the front side spun into life and proceeded to spit hot lead into any remaining infected on the roof as the we quickly gained altitude and flew off into and over the burning city.

Sitting up I pulled myself into one of the seats in the back of the Blackhawk and belted myself in. I looked around and realised that I was the only non crew member on board. I couldn't help but hope that everyone had somehow been as lucky as myself and had managed to make it out alive, though I knew that wasn't the case.

It was about then that I noticed the vibrations. At first I thought it was just some light turbulence, but then it progressively got worse and I noticed that smoke was starting to fill the cab and that the pilot was fighting to keep control of the Blackhawk. Up ahead I noticed a building with plenty of searchlights and flashing lights from police cars around it. I couldn't tell but it looked like we were going to try to make an emergency landing on the rooftop. Reaching down I made sure that my seat belt was on tight and it was at this moment that I heard the sound of tearing metal and a alarm started to sound from the cockpit.

"IM LOSEING IT!" I heard the pilot scream as we started to spin out of control to our right slowly at first but ever picking up speed. I reached out and grabbed onto anything that I could to help fight the building centrifugal force that wanted to rip me from my seat and fling me out and about the cab. We were originally flying well over rooftop level but I could see the altimeter spinning out as we fell from the sky.

The last thing I remember Is seeing a Glass faced high rise looming in front of us getting closer and closer and I knew we were going to fly into it.

"BRACE FOR IMPACT!!""... somebody yelled in a very panicked voice..

"Shiiiiiit....." I muttered through gritted teeth to myself with my eyes closed as we impacted the side of the high rise...

Darkness.

[OOC: Really good so far, I have gone back and edited a couple of my posts to make them fit in a little better with the overall story and some specifics mentioned in other peoples stuff.

I will post a flash back for John (later tonight when I get home from work probably) detailing the time up until when he is woken up by Ian, so I will make reference to the army etc being involved at the edge of his awareness.

Anyway, keep it up ]

OOC (Am loving these posts really good guys gold as usual anyways will be taking a break from posting later on as I am going to try to get a copy of Operation Flashpoint Dragon Rising but anyway onwards another day during the Zombie Apocalypse)


Dave poured over his Operation Wildfire folder it was well god knows what time it was he lost track of the time but the folder was what consumed his time at the moment that and getting to Canada with the survivors in his care Echo had to be there why wouldnt it be? the government surely wouldnt have not planned for this especially with what he read in the folder they must have the virus couldnt survive in cold tempertures or so they summised and theorised in the folder.
He heard a knock at his door he turned a young lad stood there "Your a fireman right or used to be?" the lad said.
"Yea I used to be in Pittsburgh before all this"Dave gestured in a wide arc with his hands "Thats pretty cool" said the lad taking out a cigarette and lighting it "as cool as those dudes out there with the guns your not too bad with a rifle yourself look like you can handle yourself in a fight" said the lad offering the packet.
Dave refused "Dont smoke" he replied
The lad gave a suit yourself look and took a drag on the ciggie "Im Johnson by the way" he offered his hand Dave shook it "Dave Jenkins what did you do prior to all this Johnson?" he looked down at his feet took a deep breath and stubbed out the ciggie on the corner of the desk "Well I love cars Id work with my dad fixing and building cars didnt have much of an education felt stifled you know penned in used to tell "the man" to go screw himself cut classes go to Dads garage watch him build some pretty awesome motors you have a car?" he asked pulling out another ciggie and lighting it
"Ford Torino it was my baby used to go wife,job,car" he paused as he remembered "Yea I loved that car"
Johnsons eyes widened "Torino first time I laid eyes on one of those I was twelve the engine oooo wee what a sound that was some damned cool car!" he gestured his apporval with the ciggie "Damned cool" he added
"I hope Craig is ok I came looking for you seem to know the bottom order we gonna have to blow his brains out or not?" Dave looked up and asked the question that was on everyones lips
"How'd he get like that??...."


Down the corridor Sgt Bieldekker and his detail made their way towards Dr Wades Lab he gestured for his men to wait outside
"Noone comes in you copy?" his men nodded
"Dr Wade" he called out "This is Bieldekker we need to talk"
John rounded the corner "Ah Sgt a pleasant surprise what brings you to us rather me" he corrected himself Bieldekker looked confused and puzzled at the man in the blood stained medical wear Bieldekker slammed the folder down on the desk and took a stool
"One thing is medical care another is private experiments I thought I told you to wait until I heard from my contacts before you worked on a cure" said Bieldekker quietly yet sternly
"Yes..Yes but the oppertunities my my Im already learning so much from the boy this ..this Virus is unique deadly and amazing" and he paused and smiled "perfect"
"It could be gold bars to me doc but you compromise me and my clients and you will disappear I will make sure of it discretion my dear doctor is of the essence do I make myself clear that fireman is already poking around show me the boy" he ordered
John and him walked round to a cubicle where the young Mckaney boy was plugged up to god knows what it looked like Frankenstein the boy was pale his eyes open looking straight up led on a medical gurney patches of his skin were black from infection one side of this face had sunken already like a stroke victim "He dies and gets back up and kills people I will kill you" whispered Bieldekker
"I want to know you have this under control if in 48hrs you do and you can prove to me that progress is made i'll get you and me and the boy out on a company chopper to the Anubis facility"
"What about Dave that meddling bastard will ruin everything if he knows...." John added fear in his voice
"He wont know I have Lockie working on a diversion added Bieldekker a big one."


OOC (The foundations are now being laid for the end of act one as you can guess now Bieldekker was bought out years ago by a private contractor shortly after his court martial in 1991 following the incident that frenzied potato will outline the court martial was overturned by a generous benefactor

Now the arena is open again ... good posting )

[OOC: Ok, I was not expecting that... and I am John

Might make myself a slightly less important character to do my own thing with, as John seems to be a focal point of the story. Though I am enjoying reading, I think I will make someone who is slightly more free to do things

If you wouldn't mind PM'ing me some more information on what is going on, so I do not write contradictory fluff for John... I really was not expecting him to be in with "the bad guys", more attempting to find a cure because it is the right thing to do and out of concern for his patients.]

<OOC> Maybe not in bed with the bad guys. His way may be highly unorthodox. May even be slightly twisted. Remember evil is only a perspective. Especially if the SOB found a cure while using odd methods. Do the means justify the end? Yeah been thinking hard about the incident and I should have it up by tonight.

[OOC: I will add a time in later when I have put everyones stories in some kind of order tonight]

++ Path lab, just after speaking to Bieldekker ++

John hurried Bieldekker out of the lab, closing the door behind him. He sagged against it and blew out a long sigh. It was getting harder and harder to fob off the man and his shadowy backers. The effort of trying to save the boy's life, the lack of sleep and general stress was certainly not helping the situation and he knew he was starting to crack.

John wished they had never found him in the first place. All he wanted to do was make people better, that is all it had ever been about. He thought back to when Bieldekker had first contacted him in the hospital when he had first been called in to deal with the influx of patients and wished (against all his oaths to the contrary) he had just stabbed the man there and then and let him bleed out in his OR.

What they were asking was impossible, not to mention being against everything he stood for and he was almost glad when Ian had told him the army had pulled out of the hospital without him. He wondered how Bieldekker had survived what had evidently decimated the men under his command, though he could well guess.

He rushed back over to the medical instruments hooked into the young man and quickly scanned their readouts. Not looking good, but far better than could be expected. He was doing everything in his power to slow the spread of the infection but it was still progressing rapidly.

At the current rate, he would be dead within 24 hours of being infected. Granted, it was a big step forwards being able to slow it this much, but it was far from a cure.

John knew he had to get word to Dave about what was going on, but Bieldekker's goons followed him and his staff wherever they went and there was no chance. No matter the mans desire to head north and their past clashes on the matter, he was still best placed to help John and his staff. Not to mention the boy.

He placed a gloved hand against the young man's forehead and felt the flesh burning beneath.

John sighed again and motioned for a nurse to give their patient another injection of the cocktail of drugs and engineered phage that they had devised to keep him alive...

<OOC> Well done. Puts the poor doctor in a precarious position between morality and needs of the few / many cases. I have an active day today but will post the incident that causes the infamous court martial tonight. Going to be a well rounded first act.

[OOC: Thanks, I am trying to make him look more like he is being forced into working on things against his well, or at least having his work twisted than doing bad things of his own accord.

I look forward to seeing where this is leading]

[OOC: Ok, I have compiled the characters and created a timeline (some things I was not quite sure on, so they may not be where you expected them).

The file can be found here (requires excel).

(Crappy) Image versions can be found here:
http://nathe1.webs.com/characters1.jpg
http://nathe1.webs.com/timeline1.jpg

Characters on the first page, timeline on the second page.

Feel free to make any comments or suggestions you want. Feel free to PM me if you want to keep it out of the thread, or just want things to remain uncluttered, though public discussion is good to me ]

<OOC> Looks good. I am gonna leave the encounter where Johnson and Mikes family got into a bad sorte where craig got bit *GUTTERIDGE* Then post up the memory of Biedkker / Mike's botched mission. Why should I have all the fun Gutteridge That encounter is all you buddy!

[FLASHBACK]

++ ~50 hours after outbreak, Denver Hospital ++

Bieldekker had searched everywhere for Wade. "Where the hell is he... bloody doctors, never around when you need them..."

Just then he got a call through his radio from one of his men: "Sir, I have found him... I think. Ward 7, East wing, 3rd floor." Bieldekker pictured the layout of the hospital in his mind, trying to orientate himself before he replied that he was on his way.

++ Ward 7, 10 minutes later ++

Bieldekker marched up to the nurse who was barring his man from entering the area screened off from the ward by a curtain rail. A hand written sign was stuck to the curtain. it read "Temporary operating room 7A - Dr Wade in attendance".

"Stand down Private, I will take it from here" he said to his man, before turning to look at the nurse "I'm looking for Dr Wade, Private Hooper here tells me that he is here."

"I'm afraid you can't see him at the moment, he is operating on someone and can't be disturbed." the nurse said, trying to break free of his gaze "Please, I have to get back to work, you can't go in there, you will have to wait until he is finished."

"And how long will that be?" growled Bieldekker "This is urgent, a matter of national security."

The nurse looked slightly taken aback "National security? I suppose I could go and see if he is nearly done, but there are so many patients who need him that I don't think he will be able to spare you much time, even if it is for national security." At this she nodded to the ward, overflowing with patients.

"I suppose that will do" sighed Bieldekker as the nurse disappeared behind the curtain. A few minutes later she reappeared "Ok, he is almost done in there, you can go in, but please don't touch anything... we are trying to keep things as sterile as possible, despite the overwhelming circumstances"

Bieldekker pulled aside the curtain and stepped inside the brightly lit area behind it.

"Ok, can we get a drain in here please? And can you finish stitching this up while I go and see what this guy wants? Thanks, and good work." The masked man stepped away from the table and pulled the surgical mask away from his face. His gloved hands were covered in blood, as was a large amount of the floor. he grabbed a clean towel from a stand and wiped the sweat and grime from his eyes and mouth.

"What can I do for you? The nurse said something about national security. Can you make it quick and easy to understand... I have been operating ever since I got here and have only had about 4 hours sleep in the last couple of days, my next patient is waiting and I need to change into new scrubs and try to get as sterile as possible to avoid cross contamination."

Dr wade began stripping his scrubs and surgical gear, throwing it into a hazardous waste bin overflowing with blood encrusted dressings, scrubs and other gear. "come on, I don't have all day."

"Dr Wade, I need you to pay attention to me very carefully" said Bieldekker in low tones. "I represent a... secret group within the nation's security services and it has come to our attention that you posess certain skills that our group wishes to utilise to their fullest extent. It has come to our attention that there is a currently unknown infection behind the current outbreak of violent behaviour, and we are uniquly placed to take advantage of your skills and a plentiful quantity of subjects to discover exactly what it is, and perhaps harness it's potential for the furthering of our nations interests"

Johns face had been gradually hardening as Bieldekker spoke. "Can't you see I am busy? If you are just going to take up my time, and the time of my surgical team spouting childish consipicy theories, I don't want to hear it and would ask you to leave my OR." said John, angrily. "I am trying to save lives here, not chase after phantom illness on behalf of shadowy secret society, now, if you don't have anything sensible to say, I will have to call security to remove you."

Bieldekker was slightly taken aback at this outburst and amused at the thought of some hospital security guards trying to move a battle hardened Marine when he didn't want to be moved. "Listen here Dr, you are not really in a position to refuse this offer, the people I work for are more powerful than you can imagine, and you do not want to cross them." Here Bieldekker thought back into the past. "You really don't want to cross them, trust me. All you need to do is what we tell you and you will be fine... cross us and you may live to regret it."

"Threats may work on your men, but they do not work on me. Now, if you have nothing sensible to say, I would kindly ask you to get the hell out of my OR before I throw you out myself."

Bieldekker snorted at the thought of this. "Fine, have it your way Dr Wade, I will relay what you have said to my associates. Have no doubt that I will be back, and that you will fall into line on this."

John shook his head and finished pulling on his clean surgical wear. "Fine, whatever, now if you don't mind, I have a ward full of patients and only one pair of hands." He turned back to the operating table just as it was having the last of the blood washed off with highly concentrated sanitising fluid.

Bieldekker shook his head and stepped back outside the curtain.

(OOC)
(Haveing problems viewing that file Silver, any chance you could Pm a word version of it to me?)

[OOC: No can do on the word version, it just squashes everything up and is generally crap. Uploaded a screenshot version of the spreadsheets though.]

The unfolding story of Cpl. Jones
Timeline: Unknown
Location: Unknown Office Building



The world around me slowly came into focus as I peered through the broken lenses of my pro mask. I was hanging upside down inside the wreckage that was the Blackhawk that I was riding on. After going through the windows on whatever floor I was on, the Blackhawk had apparently rolled over onto its roof something during the crash landing.

I could hear the electronic cackle of static coming from the headsets hanging loosely around me and I could smell spilled fuel in the air. Inside my mask I felt the sloshing of some kind of liquid as I move my head around. I reached up and pulled my now useless pro mask up off my head and let it fall to the floor. Somewhere during the crash my Kevlar must have slipped off because it wasn't attached to my head and I didn't see it anywhere around me.

As soon as I broke the seal I felt the thick warm liquid flow over my forehead and through my short cut hair as gravity took hold. I wiped my still gloved hand over my eyes to clear the liquid away and realised that it was blood. My blood. Apparently I had smashed my nose during the crash and before it clotted it had partially filled the inside of my mask. I tried very hard not to gag at the thought of it.

My head was starting to hurt and I was quickly becoming even more light headed. Putting one hand down below me to help break my fall I pulled the release lever for my seat belt with the other and fell a short distance squarely onto my shoulders. With a wet splash my feet and legs rolled over and I was laying face down in about a inch of cold, smelly water. Reaching out with first one hand then the next, I pulled myself through the wet mess that was all around me until I was clear of the wreckage. As soon as I was though an icy shower of water instantly hit me. It was then that I realised that the sprinklers in the room, and most likely the entire floor, had activated and were pumping thousands of gallons of water onto a non-existent fire.

The only lighting in the room was from a pair of emergency lights and the strobe effects from the fire alarm. Every once in awhile some electrical would arc overhead from the lighting and send a shower of orange sparks sizzling into the water below. Using parts of the wreckage to assist myself, I pulled myself to my feet and took a few shaky steps toward the nose of the wreckage to check on the two pilots. Even in these low light conditions, I could instantly that they were beyond any help.

I leaned as far as I could into the smashed cockpit of the helicopter and grabbed the pilots survival pack and one of the Mp5k in the cockpit, my Colt M4 carbine lost sometime during the crash. Turning around I then walked over to a table that was mostly clear of clutter and dumped all the gear from not only the cockpit but my own LBE onto it. I spent the next few minutes transferring gear and magazines over to my LBE. After I did this I put all my 5.56 mags into a small backpack and slung it over my shoulder. It was useless to me at the moment, but I might find someone somewhere that may need it.

By this time I was no longer light headed from hanging upside down, but I did have a slight headache that just didn't want to go away. I did a real fast head to toe assessment of myself to make sure I wasn't seriously injured. My NBC suit was cut and torn in several places and I had blood stains in several spots, some of it my own. My nose was smashed up pretty good and I was pretty sure that I was going to have a black eye or two to match it shortly. Other then being abit stiff and a little shocked that I was alive and well, I was doing just fine.

I chuckled to myself as the cold water continued to rain down upon me washing some of the blood from my face. I inserted a thirty round mag into the Mp5k and slapped the charging handle on the top of the gun sending the bolt forward. I turned on the tac light attachment and proceeded to find a way out of the dark, wet nightmare that I was currently standing in.

[OOC: Dun dun dun!

Your week is just not getting any better is it, cpl Jones?

Good stuff jp400 ]

(OOC: Thanks, Im about to paste a followup with a small curveball in it. So stay tuned to find out what happens!)

The unfolding story of Cpl. Jones
Timeline: Unknown
Location: Unknown Office Building



I don't remember how long I wondered around that building. At first I just wanted to get out of the constant cold shower that was falling from the overhead sprinklers, so I made my way to a set of stairs and went down a few floors. My progress was slow due to the steady stream of water that was flowing down the stairs which made the steps very slippery. I finally found a stairwell door that wasn't locked and I pushed the door open slowly with my Mp5k up at the ready in case one of those things were on the other side.

The lights were still on in this section of the building at least and I didn't see or hear anything except for the sound of water dripping steadily onto a tile floor from various places. I stepped inside and let the door close fully behind me with a solid thud. Dripping water as I went I made my way down the tiled hallway, my boots making squelching noises with each step as the water reacted to the highly waxed tile flooring.

Around me I passed unmarked blue metal doors with electronic keypad locks. I tried to open a few of them but they all appeared to be locked. The few doors that had a glass window built in were frosted to prevent people like me from seeing through them. It gave me the impression that I was trapped inside some kind of medical building, only instead of being warm and cheerful like a hospital, I got the impression that something was lurking around every corner ready to spring out and strike.

Taking a very deep breath, I let it out with a sigh and I calmed myself down. Faintly I could hear gunfire and explosions coming in from outside the building. I didn't know who was doing the shooting, but I prayed that they were giving those things one hell of a fight.

CLANG!

I spun around, my boots squeaking loudly with my gun raised at the metallic noise from down the hallway. At the end of the hall one of those round metal trash cans was slowly rolling across the hallway before coming to a stop against the opposite wall.

"Hello?" I said in an elevated tone with no answer.

Sweeping back and forth across the hallway in front of me at every window and door with my Mp5k I advanced with caution down hall toward the source of the noise. It didn't take long to cover the short distance to where the can now lay against the wall. I took one quick glance at the can and didn't notice anything abnormal about it. The hall where I was standing was a dead end and I couldn't see anything that could have knocked it over. Sweat was now breaking out across my face as I felt that nervous feeling spread to the bottoms of my feet.

Something caught my eye at the opposite end of the hall where it was a T intersection and I spun around fast enough to just catch a glimpse of a figure dart across the hallway.

"Is anyone there?!?" I yelled down the hall.

I jumped half out of my skin when in reply I heard what sounded like a girl laughing to herself.

I started to run down the hall at almost a sprint quickly covering the short distance to the intersection and rounded the corner. I stood there, breathing heavy for a few seconds and stared down a hallway with a flickering overhead light. In that light squatting against a wall was a female figure wearing a torn lab coat. In her current position I couldn't tell exactly how tall she was, but her black hair was matted with a few stray strands poking this way and that. Her lab coat was was torn and dirty with what looked like blood splattered across it as if it was sprayed on.

As I watched she just continued to squat against the wall, rocking herself back and forth on the balls of her feet. Her hands covered her face, one of which was missing a finger and was bandaged up with blood seeping through. She continued to laugh softly though her hands as if she was thinking of something funny. I walked over and bent down next to her and gently put my hand on her shoulder. She looked up at me with tears coming from her blue eyes.

"Hello" was all I could manage to come up with.

"Are you part of the security detail for Project Wildfire?" She asked as her voice cracked from nerves.

I looked at her with a puzzled expression on my face. "No. My name is Jones, I'm with the army."

"Oh, that's too bad" she said as she let herself sink all the way to the floor. Her face was getting more and more pale as I watched and her breathing was starting to get shallow. I had already seen this rerun and knew that she was infected.

I couldn't tell how long or how far the infection was progressing in her, but I knew that she would not last much longer. I did my best to comfort her.

"Here, I have something for you soldier..." She said with a weak smile as she reached into the front pocket of her lab coat and pulled something out of it and forced it into my hand before closing my fist around it.

"Guard it with your life... its more valuable then you know..." she managed to mutter before her voice trailed off and her head rolled to the side.

I gently laid her arm back over her and stood up. I took a few steps back away from into better light and opened my hand up. Pressed neatly against the black rubber of my gloved palm was a large thumb drive with what looked like some kind of Egyptian symbol engraved into it. I didn't have a clue what it was or what it was for, but it was important enough for someone to stay behind in this mess and give there life to make sure that somebody got it. I shoved it deep into one of my zippered pockets where I knew it wouldn't get lost for safekeeping.

Turning back to the lady in the lab coat, I aimed my Mp5k at her head and pulled the trigger.

She would rest in peace.

[OOC: Spooky :O

You have a really good atmosphere going on there, great stuff]

(OOC) Dear god, i dont check this enough, so sorry guys ive only recently remembered about this... sigh, so much information i am really sorry guys, hopefully when i have the time i could read through all of this and try to make sense, i know if this is a big ask but could someone with the idea summarise it quickly so i can get back on track, i was thinking of a forward scene in the future but i dont have enough info for the event and the questions it arouses. sorry for the inconvience guys

[OOC: Don't worry about it

There is a timeline and character sheet here: http://nathe1.webs.com/Character%20relationships.xls

Or if that does not work, there are image versions here:
http://nathe1.webs.com/characters1.jpg
http://nathe1.webs.com/timeline1.jpg

I think someone was asking if you wanted to write where their characters meet yours and where one of them gets infected, but I can't remember which post it is off the top of my head.

Welcome back anyway ]

<OOC>Yeah that was me. Working out the details with Gutterridge in PM's. He should be back with us again. He will illuminate us with the gap between the Mike's Family Meeting him through craigs encounter and be caught up. I am almost done with the incident with Bieldekker, should have it up tonight..

(OOC: ARG! Just lost my page long response... Oh well. Dont have to time to repost it now, but ill re-make it before the day is over)

<OOC> That happened on my larger 2nd post. I feel for ya man.

The unfolding story of Cpl. Jones
Timeline: Unknown
Location: Unknown Office Building



The sound of my boots striking the floor echoed down the hallway as I continue to run from the ever growing horde of infected in the building. As soon as I had shot the girl the the torn lab coat I had regretted my decision to do so. The gunshot attracted every one of the infected withing hearing distance and no soon had the shot echoed down the hall did I start hearing the familiar moaning and footfall of my enemy.

Rounding yet another corner I ran through a set of double doors with a pair of bloody hand prints smeared across them into what looked to be some kind of cafeteria. I wormed my way around various chairs and tables with metal serving trays on top of them. At one table the body of someone sat slumped over face down over a plate of cold food with a large portion of there backside flayed out in a chunky red mess around them.

Progress through this area was slow going due to the fact that overturned tables and chairs were everywhere and the overhead fluorescent lighting kept flickering on and off as the power surged through the building. I wasn't halfway through the room when I heard a loud crash behind me as a group of infected forced there way through the doorway that I just came through. I hopped up onto the nearest table sending cups and metal serving trays crashing the floor to gain a clearer line of fire on my targets.

Taking quick aim I fired a controlled burst at the first shambler to stumble into the the room. The rounds impacted the man wearing a torn button up shirt in his side sending a red spray splatter onto the wall behind him before the impact sent him stumbling over into the crowd behind him. I switch the fire selector from burst to full auto and squeezed the trigger.

The little PDW sent round after round into the tightly packed ranks of infected as they tried to swarm through the double doorway, which acted like a funnel. I could not only hear but see rounds impacting the soft bodies of my targets as chunks of red gore was thrown up with every impact. No sooner was the last brass casing send flying out of the gun leaving behind a smoke trail as it arced through the air then I hit the mag release and let the empty magazine fall to the brass covered table top. Pulling another from one of my many pouches I inserted it with force and hit the bolt catch release. However as quick as I was the infected were faster.

They had already pushed passed and climbed over their own dead and were not lurching toward me at a pretty quick pace. I quickly looked around the room and saw in the far corner I saw an exit sign above another doorway. Turning on my heels I started to run across the many table tops sending dishes flying as I sprinted toward the exit. As I ran I extended the PDW behind me and tried to spray and prey the best I could at the shamblers that were giving chase.

I jumped from the last table when I reached the end of that row and landed nearly tripping over myself as my gear shifted mid flight. I recovered quickly and was soon breathing heavily as I now sprinted toward the exit. From behind a stack of warming trays a shambler wearing a chef hat stepped out in front of me extending his mangled hands. Without missing a beat I let my PDW hand its its 3 point sling as I grabbed a metal serving tray. As I neared the fat shambler I swung out with everything that I had at his face. With a wet crack that sent teeth flying the tray impacted his face snapping his head back violently and sending the fat man head over heals with a stack of dirty plates with a crash.

As I went through the door I threw the bloody bent tray to the side as a turned right and continued to run down yet another hallway. As I came to a three way intersection I could see shadows cast from an emergency light of a group of shamblers coming my way from up ahead. Knowing that more of them were behind me I turned left and proceeded down another long hall. I followed it a little ways not panting for air from all the sprinting I was doing and decided to duck into a little cubby area. To my amazement I was standing in one of those widened areas used for multiple elevators. One of the doors was partially open with the interior light flickering sending sparks cascading down onto the broken remains of what looked like some kind of well armed security detail.

Behind me I could still hear the cries and moans of the shamblers, and they were growing ever louder. I walked over to the wall controls and pressed the up button. An orange ring of light illuminated it and I heard a soft "ding". With the power in the building questionable at best, I knew that stairs would be a better option, but looking around I didn't see any and I didn't have much of a choice.

The sound of the elevator motor moving behind the door didn't come fast enough for me. I was constantly glancing over my shoulder as the sounds of feet dragging across the floor grew louder and louder. With another soft "ding" the elevator arrived and the door opened up in front of me.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!

Every muscle in my body convulsed against my will and all I could do was gurgle out a moan of pain as I feel over against my will onto the floor with a loud thud. Three men wearing black suites stepped out of the elevator, one of whom was holding a stun gun in his hand.

"Is this the source?" One asked as he looked at the man to his right. The other man pulled out what looked like some kind of palm pilot and bent down over me. He moved the palm pilot over my body until it was centered over the pocket that contained the thumb drive. He unzipped my pocket and removed the thumb drive. He looked up at the other and nodded his head.

"What shall we do with him?" asked the third as he kicked the heel of my boot with the toe of his shiny dress shoes.

"We cant have loose ends running around now can we." Said the first one with a sly little smile.

The man that was kneeling over me reached into his suit and pulled out a handgun before standing back up over me. I tried with everything that I had to move my hands and all I managed to do was shift back and forth on the floor. With a flick of his thumb he undid the safety and aimed the pistol square at my face.

"No, I have a better idea for this one." said the first one in a dry tone "After all, life is a precious thing to waste." The other chuckled to themselves.

"And if anyone asks any questions at the hospital?" asked the third man.

"Then we tell him that he is a patient from the mental hospital and that nobody will miss him. It wont matter anyway, he will be so drugged up it wont really matter."

The moans of the shamblers were ever so loud now, and for once I wished that they would show up and devour these men in their fancy suits. With a grunt they grabbed me by my ankles and dragged me onto the elevator. I was starting to regain control of my body and I tried to resist, but as the doors closed and we rode on toward the roof one of them pulled a metal case out from his pocket and opened it revealing a row of oddly colored needles. He pulled one out as the others held me firmly in place as he injected it into the side of my neck.

The last thing I remember as the world around we swam and spun before growing dark was being loaded onto a helicopter on the rooftop.

[OOC: Wow, spookier and spookier. Some really good stuff there, and a great tie in at the end too.]

(OOC: Yeah, was takeing abit long to get out of the building and build in a tie in. I rembered reading about men in black suits and a helicopter in an earlier post and that gave me the idea for the tie in.

Sorry if it lacks abit in detail, I just didnt have the time after accidently loseing my 1st post to re-write it with as much depth.)

ZOMBIESSSS!!!!!!!!!
Name:Josh Thunderhorse (the last name IS REAL)
Age:13 years
Appearance:5' meek navajo child (navajo is a tribe) hair: black eyes:soft brown, two scars; one across his forehead ALWAYS wears a green (now bloody) hoodie, under a black rain jacket that drops past his feet. Carrys a torch, four 20" knifes, and an airsoft gun.(hidden in a hole outside the juvi. building)(torch: for burning the heads of zombies, navajos have zombies, too.)
History:has been bullied until the point were he choked someone until they passed out. Sent to juvi. reason for survial. He is a navajo in New Mexico.
His story:
time:36 hours
location:bus on route to Denver; New Mexico was overrun

"I'm cold."This is my voice.

"It's cold." this voice is a guard who saved me. His name is Robert

"light my torch."Navajos chop dead things (or things they killed) heads off-then burn them, otherwise, they will haunt you.

"Start chopping."

"This is gr-gr-gr-ugbul-"(ugbul is the sound of throw up.)

"You O.K.?"

"Yes-I'll go light the fire pit"

"I wouldn't put a 13 through this-this he "

"Oh well. The weak die. I'm am not weak."

"THERE HERE!!!"A distant voice-another guard

"do we have time for a prayer?"

"yes"

In a circle, we prayed.

"GUN RANGE" another guard

"DIE!!!" My voice.
OOC: I'm trying to get to denver-1-2 days some body help-I give premission to use my charater 36 hours: I wanted to join.

OOC (You guys are amazing as ever tip top stuff story is evolving properly reason I havent posted my illness still isnt gone I felt like gak last night I also have had bloods back and lets say one element didnt go to plan so mulled over that last night.

LOTGs welcome to the story no doubt you have realised that we dont have a lot of characters from out of town so well appreciated! and welcome aboard.

Cpl Jones my my not a good week is it JP400 and for the survivors is about to get worse!. But im back to posting now!.

"Red twelve this is Red Eleven you are five miles out open mission profiles now set watches 07:00 Zulu mission time".
Corporal Monroe opened his mission profile folder and shone a torch over it to read it reason was this was black ops low profile going in two Blackhawks running dark profile asked for them to recover a Dr Wade Monroe laughed to himself "Another jumped up prick with more qualifications then his arm" he said to noone preticular insert grab him grab his files and get him out twelve would perform the swipe eleven would kill all witnesses that included that jumped up "I am" Bieldekker he would enjoy killing that grunt shame he was part of the swipe team.
The skyline or what was left of Denver came into view the choppers flew over shambling groups of Deadheads or Zulu's as they were called "LZ should be marked by smoke we will insert over top of target Eleven you hot drop and take out everything the associates have authorised deadly force intel has defence at 5 marines and 2 national guard 45 civilians "Even the civvies?" came a nervous voice over his comms bead "Even the Civvies" replied Munroe with a psychotic smile.
The Blackhawks lowered their altitude for final run to insertion "Wheres that damned smoke" said munroe pulling his face mask down he signalled for arm up and magazine check.
"No turning back now"

"For the first time in a long time I took to checking my door was bolted at night locked shut whatever i found at the FOB obviously got Bieldekker spooked I saw the look on his face that knowing look that look of "You'd best leave that alone son" I want out more than ever now to load everyone up and get the hell out of dodge why are we still here exactly why am I not following Natasha north?"

Dave woke with a start the pre dawn light shone through he lowered himself off the bed and into his shoes and pulled his shirt on and walked over to the desk.He picked up his colt and checked the mag full clip he picked up the M16 he would have to visit Lockie get a clip he had a nervous uneasy feeling about today and it wasnt just because of dead people.

He remembered talking to Mike the night previous he told him about a deep op he did into Cambodia in the seventies how they had been sent to eliminate a "Mistake" he said mistakes had a habit of disappearing whatever was going on with the McKaney lad was a mistake and there was more to it then anyone cared to admit to many motives and agenda's other then survival.What had happened two days ago why had it happened what quirk of fate had drawn these 50 odd people together and why did he feel before the day was out people were going to be hurt worse........killed.

A realisation came over Dave he had read about Wildfire and the Techseer organisation about what they stood for and their plans the forces at their disposal see this hadnt been intended for a normal civilian to read and he thought only "select" echelons of government and military were allowed to read what he had been privy too its what the cheif would describe as "smokes and mirriors lad smokes and mirrors"

With that he unlocked the door and peered through who he saw next gave him a shock. "Dave I have appeared to have done something very very stupid" said John very saddened and very shaky and scared their were rings round his eyes and his stubble wild in his other hand he had a folder with what looked like findings.

"Its by time I shared with you why Im so hell bent on finding a cure"

OOC:thanks pimpalotz,I hope you feel better pimpalotz!!

72 hours
location:a bus on route to Denver.

"look there!!" this voice was another guard.

"more people!!" this was Rob.

A large group-45-55-people was walking down the street.
People with food, wepons, tools, wonderful!!
4 cars were with them, we had a bus half full of corn.
16 people on our bus.
Onward!!! Denver or bust!!

OOC ( Thanks dude we have had more illness that a little here my boss harassing me and i just feel dog tired my wife is ill at the moment as well and Im trying to get her all patched up cause when shes happy im happy.

I think your dudes are gonna land in the middle of a shitstorm when the plot gets brewing again. Are you all on the way to Denver at the moment??)

[OOC: Welcome to the story

Just to let you all know, I am getting married next Saturday, so will not be about for about a week and a half after that. Feel free to do whatever you want with my character in that time (well, try and keep the character relatively intact and true to his past actions ).

I will write some more when it is clear what and when I should be writing ]

OOC (Congrats dude thats awesome weddings are a blast mine was the single most happy day of my life and it will be yours so enjoy it its you and your good ladies day it'll be a blast!

Yea we will be gentle with John no sudden shifts in his well being I will make sure everyone keeps him safe hes a pivitol character.! again congrats and enjoy your day man!)

BOSS_PIMPALOTZ wrote:OOC ( Thanks dude we have had more illness that a little here my boss harassing me and i just feel dog tired my wife is ill at the moment as well and Im trying to get her all patched up cause when shes happy im happy.

I think your dudes are gonna land in the middle of a shitstorm when the plot gets brewing again. Are you all on the way to Denver at the moment??)

SilverMK2 wrote:[OOC: Welcome to the story

Just to let you all know, I am getting married next Saturday, so will not be about for about a week and a half after that. Feel free to do whatever you want with my character in that time (well, try and keep the character relatively intact and true to his past actions ).

I will write some more when it is clear what and when I should be writing ]

OOC:Sliver congraits!!
pimpalotz: I'm not sure-I'm a little beheind atm

OOC (Congrats dude thats awesome weddings are a blast mine was the single most happy day of my life and it will be yours so enjoy it its you and your good ladies day it'll be a blast!

Yea we will be gentle with John no sudden shifts in his well being I will make sure everyone keeps him safe hes a pivitol character.! again congrats and enjoy your day man! the next narrative is going to move things along a little.)



John sat in his room cradling the file he'd compiled about the Mckaney boy.He took a deep breath and got up from his bed and walked out the door as predicted two marines were out side and began to shadow his steps he sped up they matched pace he slowed they slowed "Persistant i'll give them that bieldekker trained these boys well but more than one way to goose a Fox" he ducked into a laundry room and started to change his clothes he found a old bag of civvies and a hat he pulled the cap over his eyes and ducked out of the room again in the pockets he'd stored all the vital pages.

He rounded a corner and got to Daves room removed his hat and discarded it and went to knock the door the door flew open and he was staring down the barrel of a M16 he grabbed the end and knocked it aside Dave blinked "I believe I have done something very stupid" said John "You better come in then" replied dave and ushered him in closing the door behind him and gesturing to a chair.Dave ocked the M16 and placed it on his lap before taking a chair himself"Before you say another word John I want to ask you before all this were you approached by the sgt you didnt meet him when he arrived with the other men did you?" said Dave very frankly with a stare that bored into Johns soul "Well not technically approached more sequestered" said John "During the initial outbreak I was working 36 hour shifts the amount of wounded were horrendous whilst trying to put a prostitutes cheek back together I was approched by our friendly neighbourhood sargeant.

"He asked me if I was an expert on Viral diseases of course Id done some research here and there for the CDC and the health department. He claimed that he represented a organisation that would pay handsomely for a cure or even origins of this godawful virus lets say he was very persistant i blew him off and the threatened me a lot I l;aughed thinking a grunt is threatening me and the world is going to hell outside that was the last I saw of him until 3 days ago".

Dave mulled over what he heard and the threw him the wildfire folder "He tell you anything about this? John looked down at the folder and picked it up the "Eqyptian symbol of Osiris The Kings of Egypt were associated with Osiris in death as Osiris rose from the dead they would, in union with him, inherit eternal life through a process of imitative magic" said John as if resiting from memory "But we all know eternal life is nonsense those people out there arent "technically" alive said John

"Tell me about it" said Dave "What else has happened in your rondezvous with Bieldekker?"
"Your implying that I have willingly implicated myself in this" he said with his arms spread wide "The end of humanity believe me David the end of the world was a fixed event happening already when I was approached by Bieldekker did you know his "Associates" want to weaponise whatever is flying around out there to sell to whatever constitutes as a world order when this is over if its ever over" he said loosing steam and collapsing into a chair
"God what have I done all I wanted to do was save lives now im proberly going to end lives I wish I hadnt ever laid eyes on the Mckaney boy my dreams for a cure would have been just that.....dreams"
"The boy has a name he is called Craig and remember you promised his father you'd save his life made any lee way in that by the way?". dave asked
John went white and swallowed hard "Ive been keeping him alive what you need to understand is he is unsavable all I can do is introduce a Phage that will show us if the Virus can be stopped slowed stalled but its fighting my efforts. He is going to turn Bieldekker is bleeding me dry for information he saids the "Associates are getting restless" I dont know what to do I let the boy die I condemn him to a life as a walking automoton i keep him alive I bend to and become an accesory to this happening again in another part of the world basically i keep this horrible events legacy and give it to people who will expolit its power".
Dave looked at Dave and then said "Theres always echo we can get the hell out of here you me everyone get out of dodge right now feth Bieldekker we can leave him here to take his chances we have Mike we have Johnson I say we cut our losses and run like hell because" Dave ran his hand over his face "I have a bad feeling about staying here we have made ourselves open taken on more than we can handle in one place we need to find echo we need to find safety we need to find the government and see if they are still alive and functioning and get this folder to them".
"There is a list of codenames maybe alias in the back this needs to go to the government" said John
The two men looked at each other for the longest time then the window blew in outside explosions blossomed all over the compound Daves ears were ringing he picked himself up and shook his head the next noise he heard was small arms fire but no moaning just more fire and a noise of not one but two helicopters.
Then came the screaming Johnson careered into the room "Man some serious gak is going down outside I think we need to bail Kansas aint gonna be the same after this!" he said looking up and down the corridor aiming left and right with his Magnum Dave picked up his M16 and pistol grabbed John by the scruf of his shoulder and walked out rattachat sounds of small arms sub machine gun fire rang out answered by the more horse sound of heavy calibre carbine fire. "Lab now!" said John the men raced down the corridor Johnson covering the rear Dave dragging John along they passed dead civilians and marines two at least which meant three were still alive. Dave shot John a furious look Mike was up ahead
"Whats up?" Dave said "Wheres Sarah?" Mike went pale tears rolled down his cheeks and he fell to his knees John slumped down
"What have I done what have i fething done" he said numbness in his voice another explosion this time a door down the corridor three black fatigued troops filed in one carrying a perpex shield one gestured toward Dave and the others fired.Dave dived behind a wall throwing John as he went he slid down the corridor and ended up cowering in a heap at the door to the lab.
Mike roared with anger and brought up his shotgun the first guy with the shield was upon him he took his side arm and smashed his visor with it then looped him round in one graceful move and snapped his neck.He scooped up the shield and nodded to Johnson "That guy is sooo fething cool" said Johnson "Yes and now enraged beyond any rational reasoning" added Dave he gestured to Mike "go i'll deal with these fethers" Dave and Johnson grabbed John and kicked the lab door in "Wheres the boy John you end this now!" shouted Dave "Destroy the notes everything there is no cure for this never was! we need to escape!" he bellowed "Jesus fething christ" said Johnson covering his mouth John walked around the corner Craig lay there a single bullet hole in his head next to the gurney was sat Bieldekker he slowly got up and cocked his Beretta "Which one of you fethers stitched me up?"
"Your a fether Bieldekker why is all I want to ask why feth you getting stitched up why did you do it to us" replied Dave Bieldekker laughed a low laugh "Do have any idea how much biological,Chemical and Nuclear weapons go for on the open market thats right millions of dollars in 1991 I was approached by some very interesting individuals I was on my uppers down out and just about to sent to jail for a crime that this government committed lets just say that these people made it so I didnt go to jail that I stayed in the miltary my charge was overturned in return I joined them and did covert esponage for them I wasnt going to be made a scape goat to save George W Bush Seniors ass.
"Thats right Mikial you think your a scapegoat?" Mike limped in he was bleeding from an arm wound John rushed over Mike shoved him hard against the wall with one hand
explosions rocked the building more screams more gunfire Mike angered beyond belief stalked towards Beildekker "35 years of service to my country Korea,Vietnam,Panama various Black ops Desert Storm and then I meet you spineless bastard what happened in 1991 happened because you couldnt follow orders couldnt swallow your pride gross misconduct of the highest order killing civilians!"
Bieldekker backed away slowly then Mike got a glimpse of the Gurney cocked his head to one side his eyes widened in realisation the closer he got he just broke wailed like a wounded animal then with one hand swung his shotgun round and aimed it at John "You said you'd look after my BOY!" bellowed Mike he squeezed the trigger John dove just as the wall exploded into splinters wide eyed he ran John was gone noone knew where Bieldekker went to move "NO YOU DONT!" bellowed John
"How much did you take to sell us out?" he added cocking a new shell into the chamber and aiming it at Bieldekker
"This country sold me out up the river!" replied Bieldekker "With good reason you killed 17 civilians and my Boy and my Girl I swear Im going to tear your fething head off so start praying Mikial" said Mike
"Ok if we're gonna do this lets do it old style the marine way knife fight" said Bieldekker pulling out his combat Knife Dave pulled on Mikes shoulder "No time we gotta go we gotta find John" Johnson nodded in agreement "Leave this gak to the zombies lets roll" "Ok" said mike before he did he pulled the trigger shot hit Bieldekker square in the chest he hit the ground gasping Mike walked over and stood over him "I do things my way this is for my Kids" he walked off spat on him as he went
Downstairs Corporal Monroe unloaded a round into a woman shielding her child rolled the woman off the screaming 5 year old boy and squeezed the trigger again "Status on finding wade" he said into his comm bead "Negative still no sign 3 of eleven are dead someone fethed them up good shotgun by looks of things" Monroes brow furrowed and he felt anger rising "I thought intel said we only had the minmum military personel feth it kill anyone you find get Wade!" he untapped the bead and walked over to the bleeding national guardsmen "You remember the first Rambo movie? you like that? when one guy takes it on himself to take on every hard ass armed melon-fether in his town well we got one of your mates or a have a go hero killed 3 of my men I want you to get on this blower and get him to come out" "feth you!" spat Lockie "Ok thats ok I just need to persuade you I guess" Monroe walked over and grabbed a 3 year old girl by her hair and dragged her into the middle of the foyer cocked his pistol and aimed it at her head "How about now?" Lockie was shaking with fear and anger "How about you quit picking on 3 year olds and untie me give you something your own size to pick oh eh?" "erm wrong answer" Monroe pulled the trigger and the girl died blood pooled out of her body he slapped in a new clip "I can do this all night got 24 over there and I dont give a gak! about them" said Monroe face to face with Lockie.
Lockie turned his head one more shot rang out.

{OOC; why are we killing non-zombies, again?!?!?!?}

"zombie count!" Rob.

"40"another guard

"throw them in the firepit!" Me

"start the sweat!" We must clease oursevles. (a sweat is a hut with really hot rocks in it, it makes you sweat.)

"ALRIGHT!!, START BUILDING AN OUTPOST!!!" those non-navajos don't clease themsevles. I hope death does not haunt them.
We are at Pueblo, we are low on food-gas-sleep-and moral.
We are staying here until we savage suppiles for the trip to another town.

OOC (Its an on going plot line that we have we have the zombie apocalypse but we also have a shadowy organisation that is trying to weaponise the plague a sub plot involving Bieldekker and Dr John Wade lets just say that plot has come to head.

And the associates are attacking the hospital with two teams one to silence witnesses and one to grab Dr Wade hoping that his incarceration will speed his research up.

You have some catching up to do.Have you read the other parts? I am going to leave the forum open for a while am watching Red Dawn classic movie.)

OOC: sorry I-I-was watching ALIEN 4

[OOC: Woo, 100th post!

I might be introducing 2 more characters tonight... been thinking about it for a while and think they might fit in to where I think the next section of the story may be heading.

If not, they can just exist on their own, I don't really mind ]

OOC (cool sounds good I will be writing my next part soon I hope you dont mind that John is on the run if I was in the middle of something that I precieved was my fault and wracked with shame I think id run too its just a matter of weither Dave finds him or Corporal Monroe.

Just to elate any worries I am not steering away from the Zombie Menace they have merely taken a backseat to proceedings but they are still there still growing still in hunger for human flesh and will be back in the fore soon Im am intrigued to see how these two characters your going to invent pan out

All in all lets keep it up guys this is gold so far!)

[OOC: Yeah, I don't mind... if someone is shooting at you with a shotgun, you make a swift exit, especially if you were attempting to treat their son and someone has shot him in the head (at least, I think that is what happened, took me a few read throughs to get some sections).

I might do a short section for John tonight, just a "I got out the door and down the corridor and ran into some soldiers" kind of length, just to put some "John's thoughts on proceedings" into the story

My two new characters will be much more zombie focused in the traditional millions of zombies trying to eat them kind of style of play, so don't worry about that ]

++ During the raid on the hospital ++

John saw the barrel of the shotgun turn towards him and dived to the floor. He felt the air tear around him as the shot flew through the space he had occupied a split second before. A sharp pain errupted across his shoulder and blood sprayed the wall behind him as a few of the pelets found his flesh.

For a moment he was too shocked to scream out and then his rational mid asserted itself and clamped his mouth shut. He had only left Craig alone for a few minutes while he went to talk to David, and he certainly didn't have a bullet hole through his head when he left.

Fething Bieldekker, always screwing everything up. There was no way John could have saved Craig... he was far too gone when he arrived and John did not know what he did now... If he had the information and techniques he did now, it might have been different but his earlier crude efforts at resisting the virus had left a terrible toll on Craig's body. He would never have let it go on as long as it had without Bieldekker's gun to his head.

He slipped a pistol he had concealed in his waistband into his hand and tried to ignore the pain from his shoulder and concentrate on what was going on around him.

He heard Mike and Bieldekker shouting at each other and decided that it was probably time to make an exit. If Mike didn't kill him, Bieldekker almost certainly would (probably after he had killed Mike and tortured what John knew from him).

He desperately wanted to explain things to Mike, to ease his mind about the suffering his son had gone through but there was no time and the situation was too charged... if he tried he was liable to get shot again.

He quickly patted the hidden seam he had stitched into his boxers and felt the small flash card he had hidden there. Satisfied he checked everyone was busy pointing guns at people who wern't him and dragged himself towards the door and at least temporary freedom.

Once outside he pulled himself to his feet and looked around. He could hear gunshots everywhere mixed with the sound of screaming. Definately not good.

He could hear boots moving up the stairs across the hall from the Path Lab and decided that it was not a good idea to stay where he was; bleeding against the wall.

He moved off towards one of the fire exits down the corridor hoping to be able to climb either down to the car park (zombies permitting) or up to the roof (where he could hide amid the cluttered air conditioning units and other mechanical detritus which coated it).

The sound of a radio came from the corner ahead and caused John to stop "Feth" he muttered under his breath. Nothing for it now. He raised his pistol and took off the safety. He'd not shot a pistol for some time, but he used to go hunting regularly with his dad when he was younger, and he was active in the shooting community during high school. He put himself in as close to the shooting stance as he could manage with his damaged shoulder and braced himself.

A masked gunman slid around the corner and John reflexivly squeezed the trigger. Time seemed to slow slightly as the man's eyes widened in shock just as the bullet tore into the unprotected flesh at the join of his neck and his shoulder, right in the gap of his body armour. He spun and fell, crying out as he did so.

The next man into the corridor was luckier. John had winced as the recoil caused his shoulder to flare in agony and his aim was thrown; his next bullet impacting harmlessly in the wall next to the man's torso. He immediately crouched and fired his gun.

"Strange" thought John as he toppled to the floor "It never even made a noise..."

The man regained his feet and swung his tranc gun back on it's strap and pulled round his gun. "We have Wade, we're pulling back out to the chopper."

[OOC: Hope this does not cause too much of a problem, you can always rescue him in the nick of time if that is what is required ]

{OOC:this is where my char. is NOW ATM IN THE PLOT}

The building was small-yet it could hide many zombies-or 50 humans...

"how are we going to take this building?"A guard.

"we need supplies-we need to raid that store-" I was cut off.

"What if there's deadheads in there?"

"There's a skylight-anyways we have 100 gunshots" my voice.

We found enough weapons and supplies to last months
LIST:
37 "bite-proof" jackets
10 hunting rifles, 300 rounds
5 punching bags,4 made into traps
3 bicycles, all made into doorway "chainsaws"
all matter of wieghts, other to throw
I even got a pack of MAGIC: the gathering cards. (okay, 45 packs)

After the tally, we stormed the radio station-killing and burning 13 Deadheads
Yet, we lost 2.
We burned their bodies.

The building was a radio station. The first floor (there was 6) was madde into a trap floor for the deadheads. An armory (or just weapons laying around) was on the 2nd and 3rd floor. The workshop was on the 3 level. 5th level were where we selpt and lived on shifts unless the deadheads were barbaricly hungry. The 6thfloor was a greenhouse of sorts-we had some leftover corn. The 4th level was a work-in-progress, this was a radio sation, so I plan to make the 4th floor into a sound/light forcefield, the deadheads react to bright light and sound.

{OOC:Alright, I have a feeling I'm not writeing good stuff, so please comment more on my work-tell me what's wrong with my work, don't worry about hurting my feelings-I even think my work is kinda crappy}

{OOC:did I kill the thread? I didn't mean to I'm sorry}

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OOC (I have read this and I am amazed that it didnt go on longer I will resurrect the thread and we will carry on Monday I promise you all

Lord of Ghosts you didnt kill the thread me going back to work did so yea I hope you all want to carry it on!!

Until Monday...)

Just like the zombies it contains, this thread just won't stay dead! :O

when did this start?

ghosty wrote:when did this start?

3 months maybe?

OOC ( Sorry that I havent restarted this earlier well Monday Like I said but hey its a Sunday the day before Monday.we shall start it like the last post was end of Season 1 and now its start of Season 2 so in time honoured tradition I thee present)



The world has ended....

A virus the like of which the human race has never seen has swept the globe the only difference is whoever dies from this virus doesnt stay dead.Within hours of this outbreak the dead had risen starting with half a dozen then a hundred then a million before the world was covered with walking corpses hungering for the flesh of the living.One man Dave Jenkins and a band of desperate survivors have been plunged into this horrifying nightmare.

Last Time on Zombie Apocalypse........

"The hospital has been attacked John has gone missing we dont know where they came from but all we do know is that we are now hunted by forces neither afiliated to the government or the dead that infest the world as we stumble through this nightmare I see bodies dead bodies of innocent people mingled in with bodies of the monsters who attacked us....I think everyones mind is made up now we head North to safety to order to salvation and for myself to Natasha I am David Jenkins welcome to another day in hell"

And now the conclusion.........

Dave squeezed off a few rounds and another one of their attackers went down he like the others bore the eye of Osiris design on a patch on his right shoulder Dave looked down at the corpse with disgust before moving on at a jogging pace Johnson scanning the corridor "Exits down there man has anyone thought of what we do when we get out"??
"Out where??" asked dave
Johnson cocked his head to the right
"There out there outside last time it looked like Red Dawn was being filmed out there"
Dave nodded and they moved for the exit but he paused looked down and shook his head "We cant go not yet"
Johnson skidded to a halt "what?" Dave looked up "The people that these bastards are killing we cant leave them behind" he added
"Well what happened to we must survive we must go north we must find Natasha" replied Johnson
"Theres some things I need to take care of first" said Dave as he walked on
"fu.. ahhhh whatever!!" shouted Johnson as he jogged to keep up


Mike Mckaney used to be a father to two children a fine boy named Craig and a beautiful daughter named Sarah.
.......they were gone now he killed moved on reloaded killed again it was like one of those games Craig used to play Die,Dirge,Damn whatever it was called his field of vison gun held out now reminded him of that.He stood slumped against a wall wrapping a make shift bandage around his arm he checked his rounds three clips for the M16 three shells for the shotty his blood pumped hot like the rage he felt he was going to find this groups commanding officer and put one between their eyes no.... blow whoever it was brains all over the lobby wall.

"There he is first squad move right second squad move left pin him in take him alive Monroe wants to have a word with him"
Mikes eyes narrowed "So they want me alive eh" he reloaded the M16 shouldered it and waited for them to come near a propane tank that was near the wall
bang! the whole wall gave way in flames the smoke obscured his field of fire one of his assailants came through thrashing about on fire he put one in his chest moved again set up a field of fire again took two others out then again another three he didnt see the one behind him the world went black...
When he came two he surveyed his surroundings looked down at his wrists his wrists were bound with issue restraits he should know he bound enough political prisoners with them "Wakey wakey rambo" he shook his head trying to find the source of the voice "Yea thats it butch up here" he looked up a tall well built coloured man looked down at him he wore the same fatigues as the other attackers the Osiris patch on his right shoulder he spoke in a British dialect he knew it because he served with enough British troops during the Gulf war."So lone wolf had fun killing my men as you can see ive been having fun of my own" he gestured to the rest of the room bodies led in various piles all over the place Mikes eyes widened in rage as he saw the dead were women and children he leaped up only to have a butt of a gun introduced to his gut he fell and doubled in pain.
"Behave now Im Corporal Emmanuel Monroe and you killed my men you'll understand how..that...makes...me...rather...pissed...off"
he kicked Mike several times whilst he was on the floor brutal savage stomps Mike looked up and coughed globs of blood covered the lobby floor something inside had given way and god didnt Mike feel it he swallowed the pain and said
"Glad to be of service" he then laughed
Monroe grabbed his hair and pulled him up "Im no idiot you mock me yet you have seen what I have done"
"Yeah I see and I see the work of a coward" Mike laughed again
Monroe gestured to his squad "Kill this prick! and then load up we need to deliver our cargo to the facility"
"Yes sir" a trooper walked over and cocked his pistol
Mike didnt fear death he closed his eyes and envisaged Craig and Sarah
"Babies Im coming home"
Then he heard a shot but didnt feel the thud of the round the release of death instead he heard the room explode in the sounds of battle.

When he opened his eyes he saw Dave Jenkins and the lad called Johnson fighting their way in.

"Better late then never" he smiled to himself....

Johns head bounced on his chest as he was carried between two armoured soldiers. The group around him marched apparently without fear through the hospitals corridors, carrying him towards the roof.

His vision faded to black and he passed out.

The sudden jolt of being thrown onto the ground awakened him with a burst of pain. His head lolled and he managed to groggily take in the metal walls and roof, the wall near his feet open to the sky, rotors gently turning between him and the clouds and the sound of a powerful engine before passing out again.

OOC (Welcome back dude! I hope to get this off the ground again with all the posters taking thier parts again. Am going to be devoting a lot of time for offline activities want to watch some Films build some more Marines so am going to dip in out of this so if im slow adding anything thats why)

"Rage an emotion I have never really felt is coursing through me like a hot iron like the fires I used to put out,Johnson tries to convince me that where I am going is going to get me killed I ignore him the people who attacked us cannot be allowed to get away the grim envitablity is that the dead demand revenge no...not the shambling infected dead the innocents who have been killed"

Dave kicked open the door to the lobby and opened fire the first person he clamped eyes on a tall coloured man dived out of the way in anticipation of the carnage to come his two comrades were'nt so lucky they fell in a hail of bullets Johnson ran past him and took cover behind a pillar covering dave as he ran across the Lobby to where Mike Mckaney led he knelt down and picked him up one arm across his shoulder Mike looked up a appreciative smile on his face but still lost in a sea of emotion.
"Lets get out of here yea?" asked Dave
"Yea sure but one thing first" he snatched daves colt out of his waist band and aimed at the chap who led these mercenary murderers
"Goodnight sunshine" said Mike between clenched teeth a mixture of pain and rage
he squeezed the trigger but the pain made him sloppy and inaccurate it went wide and missed Monroe looked at him as if mocking him this would be a face Mckaney would remember he tried to burn the smug bastards image into his mind this man would meet his end at his hands.
"We going or what!!" screamed Johnson between killing the mercenaries that were now beginning to mobilise to fight back
Dave half carried half dragged Mike to the exit Johnson covering them as they went they got to the exit Mike lolled his head towards Johnson "Smoke Grenade" he croaked
Johnson looked at him confused "On the corpse belt on the floor get it throw it!" added Mike
Johnson knelt down whilst Dave covered him fring from the hip Mikes inaccurate fire helped but went stray more than on target made the other guys keep their heads down Johnson took out the pin and threw it smoke billowed out of the little canister
"Now please can we get the feth out of here" said Johnson as he began to run
"ok" said Mike with a chuckle
"I noticed these guys have a ride parked out back" said Dave
"The Blackhawk im in no condition to fly it" replied Mike Dave cursed to himself and began to move faster and faster Johnson aimed his rifle down the corridor
"The motorpool was blown to gak both APC's are wrecks the cars we had left no money either both been destroyed"
Dave registered the horrifying truth they would have to walk most likely through a zombie infested city with one injured person Mike seconded this concern Johnson ticked onto it last.
They threw the doors to the hospital open the car park stockade was in flames one blackhawk sat there hot and ready to go
"If we're not using that ride I say take it out so they cant use it" said Johnson looking around for something that could take a blackhawk out he found it propped up against a wall a shoulder launched Milan most likely left by the National Guard Dave rolled his eyes
"Johnson we have no time for this"
Johnson ignored him and hefted the launcher onto his shoulder pulled the trigger and the recoil put him on his ass but the missile still went straight and true it hit the Blackhawk that disappeared in a fireball flaming wreckage rained down all around them.
"Thanks Johnson that got their attention and that of millions of undead" said Dave
The group started to move towards the gate beyond was the dark city and all of the horrors it held they stopped at one of the outposts and stocked up on ammo and guns Dave took an addtional pistol and left the M16 behind Johnson a Shotgun they both then prepared to leave the compound Dave looked back one last time and remembered John who was missing or dead or god knows a tang of sadness pulled at his heart John was the closest thing he had for a friend.
Johnson put his hand on Daves shoulder and motioned it was time to go and as one they left.


"Three men one injured cant just vanish!" screamed Monroe into his Comms Bead "Find them!"
Data on Wades research had been downloaded the test subject in his lab bagged and tagged the associates wouldnt be happy that three witnesses slipped through the net this made Monroe worried but he grinned that Rambo would live another day that they two of them would duel again the other two had guts as well but it could wait he thought.
"All the time in the world" he thought
"Ok all squads move out prep the Blackhawk to light this place up"
The squads all fell back by numbers to the Blackhawks on the roof Monroe learned of the third choppers destruction but it wouldnt matter as he settled onto the chopper they both lifted off the lead choppers missile pods fired and white contrails streaked away in the early morning light hitting the building and detonating flames consumed it as everything that was flammable in the target zone went up
"Job done lets get back to the facility" said Monroe to the pilot
He looked back to see his dozing prisoner the infamous and elusive Dr John Wade he smiled to himself and then began to laugh all this fuss for this little weed....

The world was a fethed and ironic place

[OOC: Good to be back, I missed this thread a little (it is more to my liking than the "unknown apocalypse" thread anyway

And no problem about slow updates, as I am relatively busy too these days.]

John came round slowly and painfully - brilliant white light shining into his eyes, blinding him almost as much as the pain from his shoulder, contorted to bring both of his wrists behind his back.

"Dr Wade, so glad you could be with us again. I hope that you are now more willing to listen to our offers now that you have seen what we can do to those who go against our wishes."

The voice seemed to be coming through a thick layer of fuzz and John hazily realised that his ears felt like they had been blown [OOC: from the blast wave of the first chopper exploding].

"We are aware that you have sabotaged the data we obtained from your computers and notebooks and we would rather you cooporated straight away rather than... making us... damage you further until you agree to work with us, and I assure you that even given your current state, we have very inventive methods for doing so."

John tried to seem confident, stifling the pain as best he could, but it was hard to feel confident when you can't see anything and are covered in your own blood and dirt, tied to a chair.

"We will give you some time to consider your reply."

"Another great day in the worst week in my life" thought John as the lights went out...

13hrs later after the extraction of John Wade from Target City 34

Monroe walked out of the interrogation room folder under his arm wade was now fully detained and breifed on what was going to happen... He took the news of his impending ordeal pretty well Monroe had dealt with confidents before several Al'Queda suspects many more from Northern Ireland during the troubles they had all broken the training he had gotten at the boathouse in hertfordshire had seen to that thats right Monroe was ex SAS discharged from the squad in 2003 following a incident where he had put a bullet in one of his boys for failing to follow through with a order to kill a suspects family only thing was it wasnt a official order it was something random spontainous that Monroe thought up on the spot.

He loved doing that only the CIA operative attached to the squad squeeled like a piggy god he fething hated Yanks this misplaced sense of duty to freedom and honour to even the backwater types they were supposed to be subjugating he always saw it as a war against the religion not some war on terror as he had always said to his squad mates.

"Dont be stupid dont be soft in the head only because Dubya calls it a war on terror doesnt mean its not a war on Muslims and im at war with Muslims end of that" it was always a conversation killer after the discharge Monroe ended up drifting from job to job as a bodyguard for a wealthy millionaire to babysitting some stupid footballer then one day on his PDF he gets a message from one of his ex squadmates goes to have a drink and doesnt look back since now he was in a cushty job and on a good payroll even as the rest of the world goes down the toilet Monroe was always one for lucky breaks....

He rounded the corner and came up to a door guarded by two Osiris Squad operatives
"Step up to the Iris scanner sir" said one of the Operatives
Monroe stood there as the scanner did what it did
"Emmanuel Monroe Col 2334561 cleared for entry to executive sector"
He walked through the door and started on his way down some stairs about 4 stories down it led to a corridor at the end of the corridor stood two more guards and another Iris scan after that he was led into a room with a spotlight in the middle one by one more spotlights came on in a circle round him he cleared his throat and spoke to the senior partners
"Sirs..Maam we have him John Wade is now in our custody getting to him was somewhat difficult we had to cause a lot of unessicary casualties we have him in a cell awaiting interrogation now he will tell us what you need to know where he has hidden the backups of the data on the virus cultures and other things he was made privvy to by our agent in the field"
another voice male interrupted him "And what of agent Bieldekker is he still alive?"
"We do not know but our efforts to find him were unsucessful it is my personal oppinion that he has gone AWOL following our attack he still has a copy of Wildfire and whilst he does that makes him a dangerous man I intend to dispatch three more strike teams to bring him in"
"Three thats a bit excessive" said another voice female this time
Monroe looked down at his feet
"Bieldekker as you know is a veteran of Desert Storm,Kosovo,Bosnia,Afghanistan and Iraq Ranger and Delta trained"
"And of whom do we recruit Corporal ballerinas?" replied another voice male again
A breif chorus of laughter Monroe gritted his teeth
"This man could go through one or two strike teams like a knife Osiris team isnt really equpit for this I recommend Anubis team....
"They are not ready..." a voice male german accented cut him off
"We have had long enough with all due respect the budget you put into getting them trained and equpit..."
"They are not ready Wildfire is not ready concentrate on wade let Bieldekker go where can he hide in a world where half of the worlds population are dead when wade breaks if he breaks upload the data to us and we can then forward it to our researchers well done Corporal one piece of the puzzle has nearly been assembled we hope to talk to you again Anubis facility out"
Monroe stepped out of the spotlight "Melissa are you there??"
Out of the shadows walked a slender woman she wore a figure hugging leather bodysuit in a sheath hung a Katana she had the same Osiris patch on her arm only this one had a sword in the background her features were covered by the hood of the black cloak she wore.
"I am I must admit the senior partners faith in you hasnt faltered not one bit the world ends and Emmanuel is still in ascendancy" she grinned
"I have a job for you one that suits your talents a solo mission to bring in a rather troublesome factor to the senior partners plans I want you to go to Denver and find Benjamin Bieldekker retrieve the wildfire dossier he has and return it to me then secondly I want you to find these men survivors from the attack last night i have no names but I have uploaded their images to your helmet matrix" said Monroe
"Bring them back all of them??" Melissa asked nonchalantly
"Of course not honey I want you to kill them" replied Monroe "Just bring me Bieldekker".....




Dave,Mike and Johnson walked through the city streets they had encountered a lot of undead they were beginning to rot the palid features giving way to exposed bone and to ones dragging cracked limbs behind them the newer ones still looked new but there were still millions and billions more beyond them
"Clear" whispered Johnson
Dave dragged Mike over the umpteenth pile of rubble that they had encountered Mike grimmaced but didnt yelp or yell out in pain when they rested Dave didnt like the look of Mike he looked weak and the wounds he had were starting to bleed again
"How does it look" asked mike
"Like gak" said Dave concern in his voice
Mike and Dave looked at each other "You can leave me you know shotgun a few shells Im slowing you down"
Dave shook his head "Not happening Mike we all get out together you can hold on man I bet you've had worse a few grazes arent going to bring you down"
"Bit more than a graze man im finished this old soldier is down for the count plus Im so tired I lost my kids let me be Dave let me die yea let me be with my kids" he started to push Dave away
"Piss off you silly bastard!" he yelled this brought moans from the buildings around
Dave knelt down and began to try to pull him "Im not leaving you" the next thing he heard was the shotgun cocking
"Deadheads!!" yelled Johnson who started to open fire short bursts Zombies fell
"You leave me or I shoot you and we both die here together" said Mike sternly "Shotgun or being eaten? your choice" he added
Dave looked one last time and then gestured for Johnson to follow he followed firing as he went he clapped Mike on the shoulder
"Your fething awesome you know that right?" he said
Mike looked confused and then gave him the middle finger and grinned "Piss off" he added
Dave and Johnson vanished from view about half a dozen Zombies shambled into view what Mike would have given for a smoke he propped the shotgun against his undamaged elbow and fired the first Zombie fell its head blasted clean off he reloaded 3 shells left he squeezed off another another Zombie fell he didnt want to be eaten.
"Not going out like this not coming back again Sarah baby Craig im coming home" he rested the shotgun under his chin and pulled the trigger it was over Mike Mckaney was dead the zombies began to close in minutes later his body parts would be being carried around the city and being fought over by the hordes of shambling dead well at least he wouldnt rise.......


The C130 flew in over Denvers city limits the back ramp came down and Melissa walked to the end of the ramp she leapt falling impossibly fast she pulled the cord her chute opened and the sailed to the ground through a gap in the trees of University Park and to the ground around her stood 14 Undead they began to close in she engaged her HUD display in her helmet and unsheathed her sword swung it in a arc behind her with a dull thud the first Zombies head bounced along the ground and came to rest
"Agent inserted mission begins"
She continued to dispatch the rest of the Zombies assailing her.

Name: leroy jenkins
Age: 20
Appearance: 6 foot/medium build/ caucasian/ mercenary gear/ short black hair
History prior to the Apocalypse:
ever since he can remember he has been a merc, doing jobs just to survive, his last mission was to find some one that was inside the city.

"i should never have taken this job" he says while reloading his hand gun.

"this was a bad idea to begin with" he says to himself while shooting some more of the undead.

he finishes killing the zombies and walks through the city streets. "after this i'm going to settle down some where and start a family, but first i have to get out of here"

he walks towards the hospital and barracades himself in the lobby waiting for some survivors, everyone who wanders in is a zombie, they all die.

he has been there ever since 24 hours after zero hour.

[OOC: Hey there, welcome to the game. You might be interested in checking out the timeline to the story so far (well, it is pretty up to date anyway, only a page or so out)

Excel version: http://nathe1.webs.com/Character%20relationships.xls

http://nathe1.webs.com/characters1.jpg
http://nathe1.webs.com/timeline1.jpg

It also really, really helps if you put an estimated hour somewhere in your post, just so we know if you are running at the same time as the main story, or are doing some in-fill - I think we are currently at around hour 150-160ish after first infection ]

[OOC: thanks, by the way, can you or someone else do an intro for me? that would be great, i realised i kind of messed up my background, im not very good at this kind of thing]

[OOC: Don't worry about it - I will assume that you had been in the hospital when you said that you arrived (24 hours after the infection began), and will give you a bit of a vague reason for being there, so you can tailor it to how you want to play easily]

~Hour 24:
Leroy had headed to the hospital when it became clear that the rioting in the city would eventually force his target to appear there. He had decided that fighting through waves of crazy maniacs to try and find his mark was no way to get ahead (he had even had some of them try to bite him, and it seemed only a round to the head would put them down permanently) [OOC: In your own intro, you seemed to know about zombies, so feel to PM me some changes here to make it as if your character knows what is going on, and I will edit this]

He had waited in then main reception for several hours, watching the stream of casualties gradually become a torrent, doctors, nurses and eventually national guard medics running everywhere, the un-injured but stunned mixing with the wounded and the dying.

He surreptitiously scanned every face that came and left, searching for the one he was looking for.

After several hours, some of the dying appeared to be coming back to vigorous life, infected with the same craziness as the people he had encountered earlier.

Deciding that discretion would be the better part of valour, Leroy attempted to find somewhere he could observe that would be more secure than the waiting area and jimmied open a service door, locking it behind him...

"any more?"

'no'

"into the bus"

'yes, sir'

{OOC: 'my voice' "other's voices"

current time: 55 hour

leroy hears a banging on the door and a muffled noise that sounds like talking, he walks over to the door with pistol in hand.

unlocks the door to find a survivor that has been bitten, quite a while ago, not wanting to give away his hiding place he pulled the survivor inside the service door and locks it behind him.

"who are you?" leroy whispers

'i am only known as levan' the man replies

"levan? interesting name, well, dont worry your safe in here, how long ago were you bit?"

'oh, not long less than an hour ago, and i doubt the bite will do anything anyway'

"whys that?"

'lets not talk now, i need rest, i havn't sleep since zero hour'

levan falls asleep and leaves leroy wondering, who is he? how did he find me? what makes him so sure that the bite wont do anything?

he says to himself "oh well, i might as well get some sleep too" leroy nods himself to sleep while the distant moans of the zombies can be heard.

Unknown period of time after John's capture (vague - bwahaha! - to tie in with whatever else people want to do in the time period)

John was awoken by a gentle shaking and he opened his eyes slowly, groaning as his stiff muscles began to complain. A young nurse was cleaning his wounds and applying dressings - the shaking was her gently probing the gun shot wound in his shoulder, assessing the damage.

The nurse quickly looked up from his shoulder and gave a nervous smile "It's OK Dr Wade, relax, I'm just here to look after you; don't struggle or you will burst some of your stitches.

"My name is Nurse McKaney [OOC: PLOT THICKENS! - I can't actually remember what was said about this woman, I will look it up when I get home, unless anyone wants to fill me in now ] and they have sent me to look after you."

John nodded weakly, his head still spinning slightly from the drugs they had given him, as well as the lingering pain and general shock he was suffering from.

"Do you work for these psychos then?" He asked her, his parched throat making his voice come out as a croak. "You can tell them to take their offer and shove it up their collective ass, I'm not going to help them no matter what they do to me."

The nurse paused in her ministrations and slowly shook her head as she continued to patch up up. "No, I don't work for them... well, at least, I didn't - I guess you don't know me, but I used to work in Denver Hospital too... they managed to catch a lot of the medical staff when we transfered to the supposed safe area. They killed the ones they didn't want, and threw the rest of us into trucks. I thought they were going to kill us too... they still might I guess."

She looked sad as she crossed to a tray covered in instruments and piles of bandages, selecting those that she required to complete her work. "I don't even know where we are, or who is holding us... the only thing I recognise is an Egyptian eye symbol painted on everything, though I couldn't tell you what it meant."

John frowned as she spoke, trying to get his shattered mind into some form of working order. "McKaney... McKaney..."

current time: 64 hour

leroy and levan have got to know each other a lot since they first met, turns out levan used to work for the hospital as an orderly, untill he was dragged into some room, got knocked out and had something injected into him.
now he has a barcode on his wrist and strangely hasn't had anykind of illness since.

sorry about this, but can some one please do some writting about how leroy and levan meet up with the rest of the party please?
thanks.

vera

Whatever hour it is when John and Dave gather everyone together in the hospital (I can't be bothered to look up the time at the moment)

Leroy and Levan were sitting quietly in the dim light given by the small windows mounted high in the walls when a voice suddenly came from the intercom: "Hello? Hello? Can you two hear me in there? Damn... I think I pressed the wrong button... Hello?"

Leroy looked at Levan questioningly, his eyebrow raised. "It is the hospital intercom system... someone is obviously trying to get in contact with us." Levan replied to Leroy's unanswered question.

He got up and walked over to the speaker unit, depressing the "reply" button. "Hello, who is this?"

"Ah, It is Dr Wade here... listen, I am sure you probably know already that there is some kind of infection spreading around. We are trying to gather all the uninfected together here in one of the secure wards. We are pretty sure that it can only be spread by contact with the infected, so you should be safe as long as we guide you away from them, using the cameras, like the one we found you using."

Leroy and Levan looked around for the camera. Levan waved at the lens as it tracked him.

Dr Wade laughed over the intercom and continued: "Ok, the ward is in the East wing, but there are a few groups of infected between you and us. We have already guided a few other people here, and have managed to actually lock several up, so you should be fairly safe."

"If you are both ready?"

Levan looked at Leroy and his desire to be safe with other people shone through. Lerouy sighed and nodded his head. Given what had happened, he thought that his mission might as well go on the back burner for a while, certainly until he could work out what exactly had happened, and how widespread the problem was...

"OK Dr." He said into the intercom, "Lets get this show on the road."

hour 105

the doc calls into the intercom again "ok guys, one of the wards that was holding some of the infected, they broke to door down, and they are blocking the only way into a safe ward"

leroy suddenly alert "ok doc, how many are there?"

the doc sighs and speaks in a slightly worried voice "there's about 20-30 of them, but there's plenty of medical beds andother things that you could use to your advantage"

levan is slightly worried and says "hey, i got an idea, we either wait for them to come to us and gun them down as they approch, or we could slowly move towards them using the medical beds to our advantage"

leroy turns to levan "ok kid, i'll take the second option but first things first do you know how to handle a gun?"

levan replies "well, sort of, i fired a few rounds of a hunting rifle, does that count?"

leroy sighs and says "ok, here" leroy hands levan a hand gun.

levan says in a startled voice "don't you need this?" waving the gun around.

"nahhhh its fine" leroy pulls out another hand gun. "i always bring a spare"

leroy calls into the intercom "ok doc, we're ready, do you have a radio up there?"

"one sec" a few moments later "yeah we do, why do you ask?"

"i got a hand held radio with me, tune into frequency 66.6 you can guide me and levan through the hospital" leroy cocks his pistol "ok, levan you ready?"

levan copies leroys action "yep"

leroy speaks into the intercom "ok doc, tell me where to go"

i cany help but think that im the only one that cares about this roleplay, oh well.

[OOC: Hey, don't worry, people are still posting and reading. Just have other things to do as well

Besides, I think it would be a good thing for you to catch up with the main story timeline, so no harm done with you being the sole(ish) poster for a while ]

I will post later, I don't feel like it now.

[OOC: ok guys, but can't tell the doc where to lead leroy and levan unless some one gives me a brief map of the floor they are on, oh and im sorry if this sounds like im annoyed, im really not]

[OOC: There is no real map. The only thing to be established is that the path lab is next to the ward, and it is in the east wing. Other than that, feel free to be guided wherever you want ]

levan and leroy are making their way down a dark corridor, then the doc's voice echo's fromt the radio at leroys belt. "ok guys, you are nearing one of the wards that the infected were in, be on your guard"
leroy replies "got it doc"
they continue down the corridor, leroy infront, levan at the back. suddenly, one of the side doors bursts open and a female survivior runs out, being chased by an infected, without thinking levan shoots his pistol, barely missing leroy but hitting the infected square in the forehead.
levan catchs the girl in his arms and tries to comfort her "there there, its ok, your safe now, we'll protect you"

the girl stutters "o-ok"

leroy turns and asks the young girl, around 15 years of age with blond hair "miss, whats your name?"

she says nothing and stares wide eyed down the corridor.

leroy turns around, gun at the ready and see's a group of infected stumbling down the corridor "levan, you take care of her, i've got these guys" he says while drawing out a kukri with his other hand.

"ok" levan and the girl run through one of the side doors, following the signs that say east wing, in the background they can hear gunshots and shouting.

[OOC: what happened to leroy? will levan and the girl make it to the ward? who knows, find out on the next episode of ZERO HOUR]

[OOC: so, what do you guys think of my cliffhanger?]

[OOC: Sounds good to me ]

Direct follow on from John talking to nurse

"...McKaney... McKaney..." His frown was suddenly illuminated by the brilliant white lights that had lit him before. The nurse gave a frightened squeek before retiring from their glare.

"That is more than enough, nurse." Came the voice over the speaker system "Leave us now."

John heard a door open and close behind him as the nurse left the room.

"Now, you have had more than enough time to consider, so what will it be, doctor?"

John squinted his eyes against the glare, attempting to stare back at where he thought he had seen the camera which watched over the room. "If you will forgive the expression, friend; you will have to pry the information from my cold dead hands. There is no way I am helping you sick freaks."

A faint sigh came from the speakers. "I had such hopes doctor, although I was afraid you would attempt to deny us. Still, I suppose it is more fun for me this way, though I dare say that you will not particularly enjoy it... but then, that was your choice, not mine."

[OOC: well, i might be offline for a while, so can you guys take control of my characters for a few days? just please dont name the girl that levan is helping, thats for another time.]

[OOC: hmmm, im betting this thread lost interest]

Sorry, I don't feel like role this moment.