Hi guys, this thread will only go through providing theres enough people interested.

Heres the gist of things,

It started out as an unusual outbreak of the flu virus. It occurred in a small town in America that specialised in the distribution of lumber. After the quota most companies came to expect ceased to come in, no alarm was raised. They just turned and looked for a different lumber trader. However, it became apparent something was wrong when three other small towns went silent, and soon people began to worry, that they would contract the flu that was ‘going round’. Nothing happened, no safety measures, no quarantines. Life went on, people went to work blissfully unaware that the end was coming. It was only on the eve of Christmas 2011, that all hell broke loose. In no less than three major cities across the globe, there was an outbreak in a deadly, unknown disease, which killed within the hour of contraction. Authorities diagnosed it as a strain of cholera, and people were given saline solutions to replace the fluids they were losing. It wasn’t enough. By Boxing Day, the cities had gone silent.

The shock of this sudden disease spurred the governments into action. They quarantined the cities, and soon it became known about the small lumber town stopping. However, by the time this came to light, the entire of Canada, and the northern part of the USA had gone deceptively quiet. Looting broke out across the cities, people fled their homes. The armies in all countries formed a desperate coalition, and took control, enforcing unthinkable laws. Whole cities were closed in, and none could escape. However, despite the militaries best attempts, propaganda began to filter out. Something was terribly wrong in the cities that had fallen to the unknown killer plague.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giVa3vLv97Q
Grainy videos of horrific murders, pictures of people that, despite injuries that defied belief, still walked, brief and chilling messages over the radio, people screaming about the end, calling for aid, sometimes, and these were the most chilling, sometimes there was just a calm refrained voice, of a person, who knew they were going to die, and was simply saying goodbye to loved ones.
The propaganda prepared the world for what was too come. By January 16th outbreaks erupted across the entire of the world. Anywhere where there was a concentration of people, the disease would spread….

The final official broadcast was given by the pope; he spoke to all people, all religions and all races. In the background of his final speech, a low and terrible cacophony of moaning could be heard.
“My children, my brothers, people across the world. It seems that the apocalypse has come. Hell has filled up, the dead walk the earth. The government lied to you. There was no disease, not in the conventional sense. Make peaces with your gods, the dead come, and you cannot stop them.”

Ok! Right, heres what im thinking about. Essentially this will be a phased roleplay. I tried one with my tyranid roleplay a while back, and it went well. So, you have a basic profile to follow, post your characters up, and when we have enough, it will start. Im gonna be the GM, so any queries, shoot them my way.
Name: This can be anything, so don’t be shy if you post yourself up
Age: anything from 15 – 70 is good for me.
Appearance: So height, hair colour, haircuts, etc etc
Abilities: depending on what your job was, depends on what you can do. And a pointer, no army, unless retired, as they’re busy quarantining, being the enemy.
Equipment: id like this to be sparse at the beginning, seeing as the outbreak has only just begun.
Background: Previous jobs, what makes you tick, family etc

Ok? So I hope to hear from you soon.

I hate it. Bullcrap. Rubbish. Terribad. Burn it. Destroy it. Eat it. Smoking crab.

Righto, this'll be fun! Mwa-hawr!

Name: "Spook"
Age: 27
Appearance: Height - five foot nine, hair - bald
Abilities: Ex-military, special ops department-thing.
Equipment: Shotgun, Hunting Knife.
Background: No Family, few friends. But has a Dog. I'll find the name of the breed tomorrowz.

Yeah, tell me if it's k with the equipment. I lurvs me shotguns and knives. Big. Pointy. Knives.

I'll throw my hat in the ring.

Name: Fitzz (keeps things easy)
Age: 35
Appearance: Height - 6'5",250lbs,long haired, bearded,tattooed.
Abilities: Mechanic,with above average knowledge of weapons,combat & "various criminal knowledge".
Equipment: Colt 1911,AR-15,K-bar knife,Sawed off double barrel shotgun,Harley "Shovelhead" Motorcycle with "saddle bags" containg first aid kit/MREs/canteens.
Background: Ex-convict,memeber of "Satans Servents" Motorcycle "club",served 10 years in State pen for drug distribution,Ex-wife,3 kids.

Never done this before but it should be fun,

Name: Naomie
Age: 19
Appearance: long brown hair, 5'10",female
Abilities: theif skills, so fast, stealthy, can jump high, above average weapons knowledge
Equipment: FiveSeven,Scoped&Silenced AR-15,ninjatō,dirt bike, rucksack with food and water
Background: dads a crime boss but ex-millitary, taught shooting skills at young age, very intelegent, not a girly girl,killed for daddy before but he doesn't know that

Removed.

Name: Sil (woo, nicknames!)
Age: 25
Appearance: Average height, shaven head, stubble, fit looking, lots of gang marks.
Abilities: Lumberjack (good with axes). Brawling skills (low level criminal thug being hidden out of the way after killing someone in a gang fight).
Equipment: Axe.
Background: A low level thug in a criminal gang, Sil had been hidden out of the way after killing someone during a gang fight. Was working as a lumberjack when the outbreak started.

I do love it when a plan comes together!

Keep the characters coming, i'd say two-three more will make for a good 'un

And if the idea of being hunted by a swarm of the living dead isn’t tantalizing enough, ill explain nice and quickly about the phasing. Essentially, the RP will start about 15 hours after the Popes final speech. Your starting town has had no contact from the nearby hamlet of Clarabelle for three days. People are fearing the worse. Now, this rp will start BEFORE the zombies attack, so it’s advantageous, to try to meet up with other characters ASAP. Whilst you go looking for each other/barricading/looking for supplies, the police, and any other authority (e.g. Firemen) are busy trying to keep the peace. This is the calm before the storm, but I wouldn’t try looting yet. People are getting might jumpy with the reports of the undead. An act such as looting could light the fuse to to total anarchy, and you really don’t want a street fight going on when the undead reach the outskirts of town.
Obviously, when I indicate the undead are being seen, you can start to do what you need to do, but before then, remember, humanity isn’t gone. Not yet. You still have decorum. Your not going to kill a police man just because they knock on your window.

Well, we are spamming weapons.

Gotta love this:

SilverMK2 wrote:Equipment: Axe.

Says much about you my friend.

Now, I suppose it ain't so strange for all these lovely weapons - it is a street war out there everywhere.

Also, epic suckage on my part - That youtube video - what was it about? Stupid internet thingy blocked :/

This is gonna be fun

Err that internet video was something slightly unnerving i found on youtube.... 'apparently' its real life footage, but methinks its a fake. Basically its some guy in russia getting chased by zombies.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Well, we are spamming weapons.

Gotta love this:

SilverMK2 wrote:Equipment: Axe.

Says much about you my friend.

My character likes to hit things

Besides, in the initial stages, you will not usually have access to loads of weapons etc. I like to keep my characters simple too.

I do have two quick questions.

1. Seeing as I'm the only "Yank" involved so far,will RL time zones affect play/turn sequence etc ?
I'd hate to hold up the game becuase everyone is waiting on "my actions".

2. Will the zombies be Romero shamblers,Snyder sprinters or a mix of both?
Or is that info " Eyes only" for now?

This does seem like it will be alot of fun.

I'm really looking forward to this! I reckon it would be better if we don't know any zombie info yet - better to find out when the first guy gets pounced, right?

Is it ok to include NPC-type characters btw? People who could tag along, at least til all the players have teamed up?

Your are not alone FTIZZ!!!

The true Yank has arrived! (I'm farther North then you. I get to take the title. )

Name: David "Dave" Laurie
Age: 16
Apperance: 5'7", Close cropped brown hair, hazel eyes, glasses, 145 lbs.
Abilities: 6 yrs. of Wrestling training, more a brawler then fighter though. Decent marksmen, having been on his schools rifle team. Incrediably convincing liar and actor. Good mountain biker, and can run
at a good clip for a while, a testament to the condtioning of his training.
Equipment: Claw hammer, KA-BAR, pocket knife, metal water bottle.
Backround: Born and raised in the backwoods of America, David was the black sheep of his family. Whereas his brothers were both incredible athletes and honor roll students, David struggled to keep his grades up
and to get the coaches to put him on the mat, until he quit the team. David was also different then his brothers in that he loved nothing more then to go home and sleep off a hard day, rather then fight with his parents.
Despite the disproval of his parents, David is always ready for a brawl, especially if he has an excuse for being an even dirtier fighter.
David had a friend in Clarabelle, but hasn't heard from him in a week. determined to find out what the hell is going on, david mounted up...

David lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The fan blades spun slowly, but the air refused to cool. He rolled over and stared at the wall, trying to find shapes and figures in the paint.

David sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He got and pulled on a light jacket as he walked downstairs to the garage. Dave took out his gold painted helmet, and got on his old mountain bike.
He hadn't heard from his buddy Travis in Clarabeller despite texting and calling him several times. It wasn't that far to the next town, and hours bike ride if he felt like going slowly.

Dave didn't. He pedaled with all get out, getting lost in the simple act of pumping his legs up and down, up and down.

The wind bit at his face, numbing his nose and cheeks. Dave didn't take notice. His one goal was to find Travis, and see what was going on.

A police officer stopped him at the outskirts of town.

"Sorry sonnie, there's been a curfew." The man spokje donw at him.

Dave grumbled. He would've loved to have hurt the man for calling him "sonnie", the redneck idiot. Dave turned around and returned home.

Dave settled into working on the table he was making to present ot his brother for Christmas this year. The hammer struck the center of the nail, every time. The simple reptiitive act calme dhim.

Right, I like the part about the pope (though I feel I heard that line before?). I'll do myself in real life!

Name: Patrick "Jewman" (Not meant to be racist, I'm Jewish and that's what all my buds call me)
Age: 23
Appearance: Height 6'11", 247lbs, short slicked back hair, unshaved face, Pentagram Tattoo on the back of the neck, well built
Abilities: Medical Intern, knowledge of ballistics, 5 years of Tai-Chi
Equipment: Tek-9, Taurus PT92, Butterfly Knife, Two stainless Steel combat-made Drizzt Do'urden Replica Swords (they are so awesome), piece o' gak ford Jeep, first aid kit(not the gakky ones you get from walgreens)
Background: 23 year old on-and-off drug dealer, accomplished Martial Artist, grew up in the "hood" in chicago

Just so you guys know, I'm off on holiday with ma parents from sunday onwards :(. Chances are, I might not get on until the following weekend. On the other hand, I might get on twice or so. Depends if I can get a wireless signal on my laptop up there.

Just letting you guys know, cause I don't wanna hold up the RP but I don't wanna miss it either.

Anyways, all you people with your codenames and whatnot. I'm gonna have to go look up all those "Tek-9"'s etc now

Ok weve hit are ideal numbers!

Ok fitzz in regards to your timezone question, we post when we post, if that makes sense. Its no biggy if your not around at a moment we need you too be, i could hijack your character for maybe a post or two.

As for the zombies, well, thats a secret ^^ but be afraid. BE veeerry afraid.

Oh and yes, npc's are of course aloud. Just dont get to attatched too them >

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Equipment: Shotgun, Hunting Knife.

LOOKS LIKE I'M SET

So too late to join?
Haven't tried a zombie one before.

Ofc your not too late, come join whenevr you want. However, i will say one more max, until someone dies. Ok?

Btw, The rp will officially begin at 19.00 in england time

7:00PM for those of you who CBA to work it out.

Tbh, not much is gonna be happening in this RP for awhile.

Also, IMO we should have a list of all the characters and who's RPing them. I mean, I have "memory issues" so it's unlikely I'll remember them

Also, what's the language limitation on this thread? Not looking for a link to the forum rules here...

I've just seen your post of people can only join when someone dies, any chance you could PM me when there is a slot to join?

Great, you can join, but in doing so, your gonna be the last possible person.

As for the list, we have the following players:
Darkvoid – ‘Spook’
Fitzz – Fitzz
FM ninja – Naomie
Scarper – Scarp
Silvermk2 – ‘Sil’
Golden eyed scout – David ‘Dave’ Laurie
Karon – Patrick ‘jewman’
Not_u – Name pending
Great unclean – Name pending
OK?

Incidentally language restrictions are as follows:
Swearing is aloud, but lets refrain from using sexual references, as there are younger viewers (c*nt for example is a no go)

"younger viewers" is me I guess. Doesn't stop me though

Ah well, as long as I can take the piss of people before blowin' 'em apart I'm content.

1 hour, 7 minutes and -insert number- seconds left til' start! Ftw.

Are we going to have any time frames etc to post to? Such as having to put times, even roughly, as to when we are posting about?

I find that it helps to keep everyone flowing more easily as they know when events happen etc.

Even if everyone is posting about what happens at "day 3, 9pm", you can post some in-fill for something your character did at "day 1, 6pm" and it is kept clear.

Personally, I don't see that it's necessary - unless you're posting in the future tense to everyone else. However, I think we should all kinda post in a linear way, because if we have people posting after and before each others but in newer posts, it'll get confusing.

Eh. Whatever you people think is good.

The first light of dawn spills over the town of New Howdover, and for a few minutes, before the grim message of yesterday sank back in, the inhabitants were at peace. But, like an itch, they remembered what they had heard, what they had seen. A couple of police man at the edge of town nestled up against the bracken, and tried to catch some sleep whilst they had the chance. The surreal stillness of the town was disconcerting, but for the majority, what was the point of getting up? If the dead truly had risen from their graves, was there any point even getting out of bed?
Dawn broke over the town, and sleepily, muzzily, the town broke woke, people streaming out their houses like ants from a nest. They needed to prepare, they needed to be ready.
RP, GO!

A Pickup drove down the main road. The radio was set on loud, with "It's The End of the World as we know it [and I feel fine]" playing. A bald man, in black shades, was at the wheel. He cruised along at 30, tapping the wheel to the beat of the song. "...And I feel fine! Yeah, bloody right I do!" Spook muttered. "They saw it comin', Chester. I dunno how, but they made this song. I'm sure they saw it comin', R.E.M. Pity the rest of their songs were crap." Chester barked from the back. "Yeah, yeah, alright. So they made a few good songs besides..."

And that's how Spook's day began.

Sil crawled out of his bunk, slipping his feet straight into his work boots and yawned. Damn, it was hard work chopping trees - even though he was kept fit by his crew just in case his muscle was needed by the families - this was a new kind of fitness, something his body was still getting used to. He stretched, wondering how long he would have to stay hiding out in the woods - how was he supposed to know the guy he whacked was some kind of informant for the police. Little piece of gak. He walked over to the breakfast table and poured himself some coffee before sitting down. One of the other loggers was up early too and he was quietly listening to the radio. Sil mumbled a greeting before turning his attention to the cereal.

He was busy crunching his way through the bowl full of "Captain Crunch - Super Chocolate Flavour" when his breakfast companion made an exclamation over whatever he was hearing on the radio. "Hey, Sil, you heard what has been going on down in town?"

Sil shook his head. "You know I don't listen to that stuff man". He looked up from his bowl. "Mike was talking about some kind of flu the other day though".

"Ain't no flu - the radio is saying people are rioting, killing each other - all sorts of crazy stuff."

Sil grunted. "Welcome to the modern world - this crap happened all the time in the city - maybe not the riots, but there damn sure was a lot of people killin' one another."

With that he got up from the table and picked up his axe from the rack next to the door, stepping out into the woods.

Naomie woke with a start, she could hear yelling from downstairs. getting dressed quickly she hurried down the stairs to be met by one of her dads men standing by the livingroom door, she made her way towards in but the guard gave a quick shake of his head and she turned round towards the kitchen in the backgrond she could hear her father yelling at one of his men,

"I Don't care about the police, I all the men at the wharehouse by tomorrow!"

This was truly her father talking, alaways putting family first, he had a plan to get her and some men away from this place to their estate in the mountains. They were due to leave tomorrow, but the police curfew was getting in the way of his plans.
She got herself some breakfast and packed her rucksack with some food, she wasn't expecting to be back before nightfall so she popped back into the hall to mention to her fathers gaurd, Charles, that she was going out. Nipping out into the garage she pulled her Fiveseven out of the cabnet and tucked it down the back of her trousers and grabbed one of the assault rifles to stash in her pack. putting on her helmet and opening the garage doors she reved the bike and headed off into town, usually she wouldn't take this much prcaution but yesterday her dad had told her not to leave the house armed and that was enough for her.

OOC = ama doin it right

Here's my character, so I'm ok to play? Awesome ^^

Name: Dervish
Age: 30
Appearance: Tall, with a green mohawk, green eyes with a rather skinny body
Abilities: Punk, good with getting up close an personal, a regular in the mosh pit
Equipment: Baseball bat and chain

Dervish pulled himself out of bed, took a swig from a near empty whiskey bottle next to him, wherever the hell he was. He wandered around for a bit, realizing he had ended up crashing at someone's house overnight.

He found his MP3 player and leather jacket, pocketing the bottle of whiskey. He put Anarchy in the UK on by Sex Pistols, it was a hard time for him and he needed something from home to cheer him up.

'End of the world and I'm stuck in this gakhole....'

He wandered towards the nearest food shop, vaguely aware of some impending doom that had been on the news the night before. Carrying his baseball bat, 'Jeremy' and rocking along to the music.

David punched the man a second time. The man grabbed his bleeding nose, trying to see straight. David grabbed him by the shoulders, and brought his forehead down on the already injured nose.

He fell backwards, moaning.

"Stay down stupid." David planed his foot on the man's throat, stopping just short of crushing the windpipe.

David walked to the drink section of the store, and picked up a crate of the first drink he found. He looked at the label as he carried it to the cashier.
Mike's Hard. Now that's only ofr hardcore motherfethers. He thought. Eighty of these and you start getting a pleasant buzz.
The cashier knew David, knew him from being on the wrestling team. He took Dave's moeny, not asking for an i.d.

"For taking that punk out." he said, and gestured ot the man who had tried to rob the store.

Dave nodded, and walked out.

He got home, and sat in his room, popping a few bottles open.

"End of the world, I'm drinking my sorry ass to death." He drank only one, instead leaving to work on some of the projects he'd started with the wood supplies in the basment.

He could hear shouting and yelling, his parents, from people on the streets, from neighbors, and even people on the other side of town.

When he could take it no longer, Dave took the hammer and went upstairs, intending to use it to convince a few people to shut the hell up.

He closed the front door at what he saw. He went into his room, and finished off the other three drinks he'd opened. He then took up his KA-BAR, and packed one of his drawstring bags.

He took the case of drinks, and climbed onto the roof. He slowly drank one, watching the carnage slowly unfold, seeing people fight tooth and nail against things that had no place even being alive.

He could see people, hunters mostly, armed with guns trying to fend off the attackers. He heard his parents scream, and checked to make sure the door to the roof was closed. He moved
a crate and some furniture to block it just to be sure.

"Goddam zombies." He said as he finished off the bottle, and opened a new one.

"I'm gonna need better suibstances then wine coolers for this." David finished. He noticed the hammer and knife laying next to him.

Least I'll have a few options come the time. He thought.

DAY ONE, 4:37 PM, US TIME

In the dim early morning light Fitzz opened his eyes.
"Gak" he thought to himself as he sat up on a tattered old matress.
His head spun from the overconsumption of various intoxicants the previous night and he flinched from the light of his zippo as he lit his first cigarette of the day.
"Gak" he said aloud hualing his massive frame from the bed,and searching for his clothes "where the feth am I?"
He turned looking back at the bed,it all came back,Debbie...or "Fire" as she called herself "onstage" lay snoring quietly.
He vaugley remembered going to the "club" last night,drinking ALOT and heading back to "Fires" home after she finished her last "dance"...as for the rest,well he didn't want to think to much about that.
He remember alot of bizzare talk in the bar,bunch of crazy drunk talk...dead people walking,gak like that..crazy.
He pulled on his leather pants and boots,strapped on his knife,and begin to look for his "colors",he saw the grinning devil face of the "Satans Servents" patch and smiled...he picked up the leather jacket and slipped it on.
As quitely as possible,he didn't wan't Debbie to wake up...no need dealing with that gak,he slipped into the kitchen and fished a beer out of the fridge.
Fitzz slowly sipped the beer,lit his second smoke of the day and turned on the T.V.
The haggared face of a young news man stared blankly on the television screen,speaking slowly, the news reporter relayed tale after tale of "the walking dead".
Fitzz sipped the beer and watched,disbeliving...but inside his survival instincts where on full alert...maybe he should get moving.
He walked into Debbies "spare room",in which he kept "supplies" that he didn't want the pigs to find at his house.
Among these supplies was his fathers Colt 1911 & a shoulder holster ,an AR-15,and a Remington 12 gauge double barrel shotgun he had sawed off to a 13 inch barrel.
He quickly collected the gear and spare magazines & shells and headed for his bike outside.

Patrick opened his eyes to the dawn, angrily waking to the knowledge he would have to sell rocks to pay his overdue rent he had learned last night.
"Mother of god, why the hell did my life have to be so gakky" he thought to himself as he looked over to his girlfriend.
He kissed her and rose from the bed, careful not to wake her. He went into the kitchen, started the coffee, sat on the couch and threw the T.V on.
Immediately, he heard the voice of the newscaster talk of the walking dead, of people seeing their deceased relatives walking around in the streets.
"melon-fether" Patrick "Jewman" whispered. He instantly knew what he would have to do, and he really didn't want to.
Patrick rose, opened his safe housing, grabbed his Tec-9, Taurus, as many clips has he had stored in there, and his badass swords, strapping the swords on his back in their holders.
He put them on the counter, throwing on his heavy jacket, made with a kevlar-like substance, some jeans, boots, and a 59fifty cap.
He loaded his Tec-9 and put it in his large breast-pocket inside his jacket. Patrick threw all the rest of the extra clips and ammunition into a backpack after loading his loaded handgun.
"I cannot believe I am going out strapped to take on a zombie outbreak" Patrick thought, pissed at the simple thought of what he was doing, everyone always said that Zombie's were fiction. Apparently not, donkey-caves.
He threw the backpack on, cocked his Taurus, and put it in his jacket pocket, hand on it.
"At least I'm better off than some for this" Patrick thought, 5 years of a martial arts bent towards calming yourself 'till you can kill someone with one kick, enough guns to take down the worst, and some of the best swords available to the common people. This didn't comfort him at all faced with zombies.

Patrick twisted the doorknob, and hoped for the best.

Fitzz stepped out into the early morning light,blinking against the sun "Zombies,you got to fething be kiddin me" he muttered.
Thinking about Tracy,his ex-wife and the boys,he reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew his cell phone and dialed her number...nothing,no answer.

"Well" he thought " She most likely headed for the cabin",that was Tracy for ya,when trouble came a knocking...Tracy got ta running.

"Hun" a voice from behind,Fitzz felt the hair on his neck prickle,he turned slowly,Fire stood in the doorway.

"The news is saying alot of weird stuff" she said "I'm...I'm scared"she started to cry.

"Feth" Fitzz thought to himself,"I don't need this gak right now",he looked evenly at Fire and spoke.
" Don't worry about it" he said "You know how the T.V news guys like to make everything seem bigger than it is" he paused for a moment, "Look,I'll meet ya at the club tonight" he started walking for his bike " Just lock up and don't open the door for no one"

"Please" she wimpered "take me with you,it's...not safe"
"Mother Fether" Fitzz thought "Why the hell couldn't she have stayed asleep 10 more minutes".

"Look" he said " I got stuff I have to handle,things you can't come with me for..I.."
"Please,let me come with you" she pleaded " I won't bother you...I'll.." she trailed off

Fitzz stood staring at her "C'mon then" he barked as he climbed onto his Harley "I'll drop ya at the club"
"Yes" Fire blurted "ok",she hauled one long leg over the motorcycle and snuggled in behind Fitzz.
"God..Im gonna regret this" he thought as he kicked the big bike into life and tore off down the dirt road.

Brian woke suddenly, his back screaming in pain. He twisted his neck, feeling the cramp that had set in over night. Yawning sleepily, the Officer on duty staggered to his feet and stretched.

"Bloody cramp."

Walking slowly over to the checkpoint shed, he busied himself with brewing some coffee, and fishing around in the bin for that half finished pizza from last night. Pete wandered in about 5 minutes later, complaining bitterly about the price of petrol at the moment. Typical Pete, end of the world, and he's more concerned about the meaningless things. It was somehow comfurting.

"Here ya go Pete, nice mug o' Coffee for ya, and, i was gonna offer pizza but it seems to have gone walkabout." Brian said, as he rummaged through the bin.

"Thanks mate, good brew, this" muttered his old friend, who, after taking a few small sips, quaffed the whole thing down in two gulps.

"See anything whilst you were out on the dirt bike? Still heard nothing from Clarabelle on the radio. Last transmissin was a while back."

Pete shrugged. "Nah mate, no sign of anything down the road, but i did find a dear with, like half its arse hanging out. Something had gone to town on that badboy."

Brian shrugged. "Proll'y some Wildcat."

Sil had been hacking at the tree for some time with his axe - a giant pine which must have been growing for longer than he had. "Haha - take that stupid tree!" Sil thought as his axe cut away the final piece of trunk which was all that stood between the tree and the lumber mill.

He stepped back as the tree juddered and began to fall with a large creak, crack and crash. The forest was unusually quiet. Normally the fall of a tree would be heralded by an eruption of birds but this time all was silent. Sil frowned - he was no outdoorsman, having been raised in the city, but he knew enough from his enforced exile that this was unusual.

He hefted his axe warily and scanned the trees around him. Nothing seemed off other than the quiet so he shrugged and went to start hacking off the branches. It would have been a lot faster using a chainsaw, but Sil had figured that an axe would keep him fit, plus it would be much easier to hear the police or some other fether out for revenge sneaking up on him if he used an axe.

After he'd cleared a couple of the larger branches, Sil paused to take a swig from his canteen and have another look around - it was still utterly quiet and he was starting to get a bit nervy. He picked up his radio and called Mike.

"Hey, Mike, it's Sil - anything weird going on where you are?"

"Wadya mean, 'weird', Sil?"

"All the birds have stopped making noise - it's as quiet as hell out here - just a bit weird is all" Sil replied as he scanned the trees some more. "Just wondered if it was the same where you were".

There was a pause as Mike evidently considered his reply.

"You sure it is just that you don't smell so bad you scared away all the animals?"

"Hey, feth you Mike" Sil said with a laugh "Least I don't try and sleep with half the animals in the damn woods - surprised there isn't some kind of half man, half moose or something out here by now"

Mike laughed. "You know I only go after the pretty ones. But now you've said it - it does seem to be damn quiet today. Can't always hear anything over my chainsaw though but I just turned it off to have a listen." There was a pause. "Dunno - might be something to do with that flu thing in town. You know the radio said there was riots and all kinds of other gak happening too right?"

"Yeah, I heard at breakfast. Ah well, it's probably nothing - just be careful Mike, and watch out for those moose-men too, you filthy fether".

"Haha - you too Sil, see you later".

Dervish entered the shop, he noticed the shopkeeper cowering behind the counter. A huge hulk of a man was browsing the shelves with a shotgun slung over one shoulder and a huge leather trench coat.

'Hey Shark' Said Dervish

'Hey little guy, anything new?' replied Shark

'Nothing much, just the end of the world and all' Dervish said sarcastically

'Tell me about it....' muttered Shark as Dervish set about filling his bag with supplies, some Whiskey, some cans of food and water. He also packed some nails in his bag, they'd come in handy later.

'See you' said Dervish with a wave of his hand

'Later' Said Shark, who had begun to smash the store to bits at the outrage of the shopkeeper

@Golden eyed scout

Bringing zombies into your opening post? Too early.

I was under the assumption that we were waiting for Ghosty to bring the Zombies in after we'd all intro'd ourselves, and possibly met up with some people. I realize you're posting in the future tense to the rest of us, but that just makes it more confusing.

Ghosty, what's your say?

The doorknob creaked as it twisted, releasing the door. Patrick walked into the hallway of his apartment complex, seeing nobody around him.

"Strange, usually more noise at this time, no doubt more if zombies were roaming" Patrick thought.

He walked down the stairs to the main lobby, saying hello to Janet, the overweight, ugly frame of a human being, with a fake smile.

Walking outside, he saw an old, homeless looking man claw at he window of his car.

"Hey, stop that you feth!" Patrick shouted at the man. He ran over to him, and pushed him to the floor.

Patrick realized this was no man of any sorts. Its eyes were dead, its face patched, blood flowed out of its mouth, it was missing an ear.

It struggled to reach its feet as Patrick pulled out his Taurus with a stern frown on his face. This time, he wouldn't have to dream about those he was forced to kill.

He threw two rounds into the monsters frame, both entering its face, immediately ending its lifespan as a disease infested monstrosity.

"Mother of god" Patrick whispered.

Name: N
Age: 20
Appearance: Average height, thin, blonde hair, huge red coat (for added protection)
Abilities: N was an extremely resourceful IT student before the outbreak occured. His teachers would say he was basically a lazy child prodigy earlier on in life, simply he was extremely smart, but only if the subject interested him. At the age of 10 he started practicing Battojustu, simply because it seemed interesting enough. At other times he has even converted pens into LED flashlights simply for the hell of it.
Equipment: Iron Pipe, Pen LED Flashlight, some first aid equipment, prototype sword

N awoke to silence; he sighed. First thing he did was to patrol the small apartment he had fortified and make sure all the entrances were still safe and sealed. He then glancd at the monitors set in one courner to see if any of his traps had been set off and required resetting, they were fine as well. Obviously enough if they were both ruined he would be amongst the shuffling dead that had occupied the entire attention of the world. From the window though the streets were fairly empty, though being on the top floor of the building was both and advantage and a disadvantage. The small three story building had been a lucky find for him.

He climbed out onto the roof with a bottle of water and watched the sun rise. At this point he missed his music as the silence was simply too creepy to be calming. But power was limited so it was a needed sacrifice, best he could do was remember it and try to block out the occasional unnerving sounds below. Supplies were running low and he would need to run out to "buy" some more supplies soon. He still liked to say buy as he had to exchange his safety momentarily to aquire it and safety fom the undead was basically the new currency of the world.

Usually he spent his time trying to develop new weapons to fight the zombies, and then climb onto the roof to test them out. On the building across the street he saw movement in the window. Not the sluggish movement of the dead, but the lively movement of the healthy. Climbing back down into the room he looked at the current weapn he was working on. By forcing a current constantly through a sword blade he had caused it to become extremely hot. The attempt was to make a sword that would leave no blood behind so as the provide a reliable close quarters defence against them with a lower chance of discovering if the virus would spread through their blood.

Of course at the moment the handle needed some work to improve insulation against the heat and it required a backpack with a car battery in it. While not finished it did get really hot when he pressed the button to complete the circuit, but couldn't stay that way for long without the chance of causing injury to his hand. He checked to see if he was infact out of supplies. He was disappointed when he realised that there was enough left to fit into his backpack. He gathered the up into the bag and then walked over to the monitors to see if the coast was clear enough for him to leave.

Although he was taking the prototype weapn with him, he made sure to bring the iron pipe he had laying around simply as it was more reliable.

[OOC: I think that some people are posting much further ahead of others in the story ]

Thought I would also compile everyones info into one post, for ease of use.

Darkvoidof40k

Name: "Spook"
Age: 27
Appearance: Height - five foot nine, hair - bald
Abilities: Ex-military, special ops department-thing.
Equipment: Shotgun, Hunting Knife.
Background: No Family, few friends. But has a Dog. I'll find the name of the breed tomorrowz.



Fitzz

Name: Fitzz (keeps things easy)
Age: 35
Appearance: Height - 6'5",250lbs,long haired, bearded,tattooed.
Abilities: Mechanic,with above average knowledge of weapons,combat & "various criminal knowledge".
Equipment: Colt 1911,AR-15,K-bar knife,Sawed off double barrel shotgun,Harley "Shovelhead" Motorcycle with "saddle bags" containg first aid kit/MREs/canteens.
Background: Ex-convict,memeber of "Satans Servents" Motorcycle "club",served 10 years in State pen for drug distribution,Ex-wife,3 kids.



FM Ninja 048

Name: Naomie
Age: 19
Appearance: long brown hair, 5'10",female
Abilities: theif skills, so fast, stealthy, can jump high, above average weapons knowledge
Equipment: FiveSeven,Scoped&Silenced AR-15,ninjatō,dirt bike, rucksack with food and water
Background: dads a crime boss but ex-millitary, taught shooting skills at young age, very intelegent, not a girly girl,killed for daddy before but he doesn't know that



Scarper

Name: Scarp, seeing as we seem to be going the nickname route
Age: 21
Appearance: 6'1", average build. Dark brown short hair and stubbly beard.
Abilities: Emergency medicine and rock climbing. Little knowledge of weapons, but fit and able to get around well
Equipment: Limited medical equipment (think basic first aid, splints and bandages, few bags of fluid with delivery system, defib - enough to fill a rucksack). Rope, carabiners and rock shoes. Few tins of food, two bottles of water, insulin pump (!) with several weeks of prescription meds. Hockey stick.
Background: Med student, recently attached to local A and E, but new to the area. Member of local mountain rescue team back home. Diabetic.



Silver

Name: Sil (woo, nicknames!)
Age: 25
Appearance: Average height, shaven head, stubble, fit looking, lots of gang marks.
Abilities: Lumberjack (good with axes). Brawling skills (low level criminal thug being hidden out of the way after killing someone in a gang fight).
Equipment: Axe, 2 way radio.
Background: A low level thug in a criminal gang, Sil had been hidden out of the way after killing someone during a gang fight. Was working as a lumberjack when the outbreak started.



Golden Eyed Scout

Name: David "Dave" Laurie
Age: 16
Apperance: 5'7", Close cropped brown hair, hazel eyes, glasses, 145 lbs.
Abilities: 6 yrs. of Wrestling training, more a brawler then fighter though. Decent marksmen, having been on his schools rifle team. Incrediably convincing liar and actor. Good mountain biker, and can run
at a good clip for a while, a testament to the condtioning of his training.
Equipment: Claw hammer, KA-BAR, pocket knife, metal water bottle.
Backround: Born and raised in the backwoods of America, David was the black sheep of his family. Whereas his brothers were both incredible athletes and honor roll students, David struggled to keep his grades up
and to get the coaches to put him on the mat, until he quit the team. David was also different then his brothers in that he loved nothing more then to go home and sleep off a hard day, rather then fight with his parents.



Karon

Name: Patrick "Jewman" (Not meant to be racist, I'm Jewish and that's what all my buds call me)
Age: 23
Appearance: Height 6'11", 247lbs, short slicked back hair, unshaved face, Pentagram Tattoo on the back of the neck, well built
Abilities: Medical Intern, knowledge of ballistics, 5 years of Tai-Chi
Equipment: Tek-9, Taurus PT92, Butterfly Knife, Two stainless Steel combat-made Drizzt Do'urden Replica Swords (they are so awesome), piece o' gak ford Jeep, first aid kit(not the gakky ones you get from walgreens)
Background: 23 year old on-and-off drug dealer, accomplished Martial Artist, grew up in the "hood" in Chicago



Great Unclean One

Name: Dervish
Age: 30
Appearance: Tall, with a green mohawk, green eyes with a rather skinny body
Abilities: Punk, good with getting up close an personal, a regular in the mosh pit
Equipment: Baseball bat and chain



n0t_u

Name: N
Age: 20
Appearance: Average height, thin, blonde hair, huge red coat (for added protection)
Abilities: N was an extremely resourceful IT student before the outbreak occured. His teachers would say he was basically a lazy child prodigy earlier on in life, simply he was extremely smart, but only if the subject interested him. At the age of 10 he started practicing Battojustu, simply because it seemed interesting enough. At other times he has even converted pens into LED flashlights simply for the hell of it.
Equipment: Iron Pipe, Pen LED Flashlight, some first aid equipment, prototype sword

Removed

Sil had cleared most of the branches on the felled tree now and was working on tidying up the main trunk. He was sweating freely as he swung the axe in a steady rythm. The woods had been quiet all morning - the occasional radio contact with the other loggers working in the woods had confirmed that they had all noticed the strange lack of wildlife.

Sil paused in his work to wipe the sweat from his eyes and survey his handiwork. There was a noise in the undergrowth behind him - the crackling of dry branches being snapped and the rustle of leaves. Sil turned and scanned the woods. Nothing that he could see, but the noises continued - it sounded like a drunk had somehow become lost and been attracted to the regular sound of Sil's axe cleaving wood.

Sil hoisted his axe onto his shoulder and frowned - he'd heard by now over the radio that there were all sorts of strange things happening in town and in the wider community. Some of the loggers had even abandoned their patches of the wood and headed back into town to make sure their families were safe. Alone, Sil had decided that he was probably better off where he was, as had most of the other loggers - a life in the trees was not exactly conducive to finding a partner - other than Mike's animal friends - Sil thought, a smile playing on his lips. He'd have to try and remember that one for the next time they got together to rib one another.

A strange moan came out of the trees from the direction of the previous noise, wiping the smile from Sil's lips as quickly as it had formed. The noise increased in both volume and quantity - whatever it was out there seemed to have picked up the pace.

Sil slipped the axe back into his hands - sometimes wild mountain lions and wolves made it down to where the loggers worked and he didn't want to face one without being ready. But then they were a lot quieter and didn't make crazy moaning noises.

A figure staggered into sight - his clothes were ripped and large scratches raked all over his skin, as if he had run through the woods uncaring that he kept on catching on thorns and brances. His eyes were glazed but seemed to be fixed on Sil - his arms reaching out to him. Sil stood rooted to the spot, he'd seen more than his fair share of horror films and knew what a zombie looked like, but zombies didn't really exist. It could just be some poor unfortunate who had been attacked in the woods.

Sil tightened his grip on the axe and planted his feet in the soft earth. "Hey, are you OK?" He called. The approaching figure didn't respond. "Are you hurt?" Sil called again, with no reply. "You look like gak if that helps". The man took no notice and continued his advance. "If you don't say anything man, I'm gonna have to hit you with this axe". The man didn't waver from his course and continued to stagger towards Sil.

Sil shrugged. "OK man, I warned you" he said as the man came within a few paces of him. He reversed the axe and raised it, swinging it hard at the man's arm, hoping to knock some sense into him.

The blow connected with a loud 'CRACK' as the bone broke. The man was knocked to the ground and Sil had to jump backwards as he tried to reach for him, ignoring the injury which would have put any normal man out for the count, or at least made him reconsider moving his arm for a while. Sil had not even seen guys high on drugs this crazy.

He reversed the axe again to bring the chopping edge back into play and backed off. The man staggered after him, regaining his feet as he slowly gave chase.

"Feth this man" said Sil. "Last warning - back off or you're going down for good". He let the man come on for another few metres before hefting his axe again and aiming a blow squarely at the guy's head. The axe bit cleanly through the bone and into the brain within. The moan which had been coming constantly from the man's lips gurgled and died and the body slumped to the ground. Sil wrenched the axe from the dead man and staggered backwards a little.

Feth, that had freaked him out. Sil stood breathing deeply for several minutes before he reached for his radio. "Hey, Mike, you there man?" He waited for several seconds "Mike, stop humping the god damn animals and pick up your radio! Something fethed up just happened". Another voice jumped onto the radio "Hey, this is John; is that Sil?"

"Hey John, yeah, it's Sil. You heard from Mike?" He scanned the woods as he talked. "You're just over the ridge from his patch aren't you?"

"Yeah, I can usually hear his chainsaw when the wind is blowing my way whenever I take a break but I can't hear it and now that I think about it, I've not heard it for a while now." said John, his voice crackling slightly as the woods and hills broke up his signal slightly. "He might have gone into town maybe?"

Sil frowned "Possibly John, yeah. Anyway, something fethed up just happened. Some guy just came stumbling out of the trees and attacked me."

"Feth man, someone just attacked you? You OK man?" Said John, his voice sounding shocked and concerned.

"Yeah man, I'm OK - I told the guy to stop, that I was going to hit him, everything - he just kept on coming. Then I broke his arm thinking it might stop him - he didn't even notice and kept on trying to attack me."

"Jesus, you serious, what happened?" John replied, incredulous.

"I backed off and told him that if he didn't stop, I was going to drop him. Stupid fether just kept on coming, so I had to plant my god damn axe in his fething head! Feth man, I've seen some crazy gak, but this was the craziest - I've seen people pumped on everything but never anything like this."

John was quiet while he tried to take it in "You killed him?"

"Yeah, he is dead - he looked like he had already been in a fight with a couple of thorn bushes" Sil rolled the body over onto the front with his foot so he didn't have to look into the guy's eyes. "What the..." Sil said. He clicked the radio back on "Hey, John, you still there man?"

There was a pause. "Yeah, I'm still here."

"I just rolled this guy over - I didn't see it before but it looks like he has been shot, at least twice - he's got a couple of holes blown almost clean through him - half his damn back is missing."

"Man, what the hell are you saying?" John said. "You taking the feth?"

"No way, I'm on the level - this guy can't have been alive when I chopped him."

The radio buzzed in his hand as several other loggers came onto the air with their questions and comments but Sil was no longer listening - he was trying to work out what the hell to do.

We really need to establish a timezone.. cause it is totally confusin' me atm. And I think the story is moving way to fast.

True and they need to meet up soon in order to try to make this not jump all over the place.

I know. I mean, this is too early into the RP to bring the zombies in! I mean, even Ghosty said that was the idea - meet up - then frag some zombies. The zombies ain't even have supposed to reach us yet (so said Ghosty earlier on). Posting in the future tense... really doesn't work unless you're actually moving the RP forward in time and everyone else is happy with that.

So. What do we do now? [/endrant]

(Ghosty, ya really need to step in here)

well i'm still galavanting about town and haven't seen any zombies yet but I agree some sort of time order needs to be developed cause ghosty hasn't said theirs zombies so i am under the assumption that GM trumps all, therefore no zombies have reached the town yet because the last thing he said was that the policemen at the edge of town had just found a deer with its butt hanging off

Indeed. But then half the players go on RPing about zombs anyway.

Tbh, I say noone does anymore RPing until Ghosty gets here and clears this whole thing up.

-insert Ghosty here-

Agreed. I thought the zombies were running around when I got to my intro post, then I saw that they were magic vanishing zombies so decided to wait

LOL "magic vanishing zombies"

good call on no RP till ghosty clears this up though I've just finished my bit and was about to post it :(

[OOC: I've not put any times on mine to keep it loose and able to fit in anywhere within the RP's of others.

However, the initial blurb suggested that it was in the logging community that the plague started, so it is reasonable to expect that my character might encounter the zombies first. Although not explicitly mentioned, the zombie in my RP was quite fresh, meaning that it was probably in the first wave. It could have been shot by hunters/etc in the wilderness, who were then turned themselves.

It was my assumption that everyone was starting more or less in the same community of small towns/logging camps etc that were mentioned at the start of the blurb, meaning that they would be right at the forefront of the plague before it became acknowledged.]

I think your in the clear as your not actually *in* town but outside it in the middle of nowhere but look at GES and Karlons Posts where the zombies are all over tthe town and killing everyone

We're all in the same town. OP I believe.

Well, town and surrounding area.

Ghostyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

Geddown 'ere now.

Anyways, I always saw (and still do) the Zombs getting here about half way through page three. And that was not counting the posts that have already forwarded the story too much.

FM Ninja 048 wrote:I think your in the clear as your not actually *in* town but outside it in the middle of nowhere but look at GES and Karlons Posts where the zombies are all over tthe town and killing everyone

Yeah. I'm in that same down. Oh look, no zombies!

However, I have mentioned the radio talking about riots/etc... I can go back and change it to say that there have been disappearances and a couple of brutal murders?

That would probably fit in better with an earlier stage of infection?

Guys, how about we just, instead of suffering the horrors of mass editing, just leave the posts alone.

However, we can agree on what to discount from the other posts.

Personally, I say that a few riots, murders and an increased amount of crime should be fine. Also, maybe (currently or for some fun later on) some vehicles should come (before the zombs) - reffugees. They may well have the "flu".

But, any and all mention of zombies stomping around should be discounted.

In the end, it's all down to what everyone else thinks and the overall ruling of Ghosty.

I'd agree. And the "riots" etc are only really a handful of people shouting outside the local police station/etc. After all, it is only really being reported on local radio stations, since we are tucked out of the way. Perhaps there is a mention of a few murders on the state news or something?

I think we should keep in mind that he said it starts after the pope's speech so riots are likely. Then keep the zombies to the minimum and just have everyone meet up and go from there.

Well, I guess instead of riots we could say protests...

or something...

Tbh, I think there's just gonna be a lot of unsettled people.. and some dumb people who just think the pope's off his head.

Anyways, I'm off for an hour. Maybe Ghosty will be back by then.

EDIT:

Also, n0t_u - your sig is win.

lol i leave for a day, come back and its gone mad!

I can rectify this though. Silver, your not close to town are you? So we can make the assumption that zombies may have reached you.

Now, GES seemed to have ignored his initial post about seeing zombies attack, which works. Karon, erm, well we can say that someone had been infected, before coming to the town, and dropped in the street and changed. As for N, well he's acting like the zombies are already here, which is ok, as we can fill that in by saying he, (and probably alot of others) are paranoid, and are hunkering down already.

K?

Bloody nora, started this thread about a day ago and its already page 3 :O

woot page three?

hmm.

Well, the GM has spoken.

My character is pretty far out in the middle of the woods and away from town

OOC=
ghosty this may not be normal but since we all live in this town we would know what sort of things it has in the way of supermarkets etc. or is it like Quahog and has whatever we require
and i'm really not sure on this I feel im doing it right but some sort of confirmation...
IC=

Naomie felt strange, the town was never this quiet, as she weaved her way through the backstreets towards the town centre the only sign of life was the SUV following her. it was all scraped and dented with bars over the windows nothing like she had ever seen before, it looked like something out of some horror movie . She slowed down to turn into an alleyway and out of her mirror noticed the car wasn't slowing down for her. The car hit her bike just as she lept clear, sending it spining across the road. As she skidded across someone’s lawn she drew the pistol but the car had speeded away down the road, not even bothering to check if she was still alive. Picking herself up fo the grass she could feel that nothing was wrong.

"That was close" she thought

as she picked up her bike she noticed that there was no noises coming from any of the houses, and no birds in any of the trees looking again at some of the houses she noticed all the windows were boarded up from the inside, one or two even had makeshift sandbags piled up at the doors. Picking the bike up and checking for damage she zipped out of sight and down the alley powering toward the back of the local gun store.

Quietly picking the lock on the heavy metal door she slipped inside, she could hear the owner out front yelling at someone; no doubt they were probably attempted looters trying to break in. That would give her all the time she needed to find her stuff. the gun store’s storeroom was almost empty but there was a good ten cases of 5.56 ammo left, no doubt the store owner was keeping them for himself 2000 rounds of ammo was more than enough if they can't get in, he wouldn't miss one case luckily she didn't feel as bad about the other supplies she needed the 5.7mm ammo her pistol used was in abundance. Taking two magazines and a box of ammo that she knew he didn't need them as he only ever carried a revolver. on the other shelf was some flashlights so she took a pair then slipped out the back making sure to push one of the dumpsters up against the door.

That’s me she thought to herself, unlocking the wheel of her bike better be heading home now, that was quicker than expected

she wheeled the bike out the alley and pulled the visor down on her helmet, its black tint blocking out most of the light but just as she mounted up and was about to pull away she remembered about William. She had to check he was alright. Turning round and heading the other way she followed the signs for the hospital it was the quickest way there, but just went past it heading for some of the nearby apartments. Outside was nothing, no people, no cars, just nothing.

looking up at the windows she counted in from the side and saw all the windows in Williams house were wide open. the apartment next to it had crudely boarded up its windows. she heard a noise and jumped, but looked around and saw a cat run down a side-street.

Checking her watch to see what time it was, she was surprised to see it was only about 12:00. the power still seemed to be on inside so she clambered the stair to William’s apartment, reaching his door she knocked hard on it, only to have the door swing open under her fist, something was wrong. She stepped inside, drawing the pistol out in front of her. Everything was quiet. All the chairs were neatly pushed into the corner, as she made her way through the apartment she realised it was empty. Checking the wardrobe she saw William’s case was gone. She glanced out of the window to check if the bike was still their Then through one of the bedside lamps against the wall it smashed leaving a small dent in the wall. If anybody still inhabited the apartment next-door they would know she was here now for sure. Slumping onto the bed she felt relieved, at least he got away.

away, yeah away to where the whole worlds gone to pot and he just disapears without telling me
lying on his bed she began to think about where he was when she heard movement through the wall, she rose from the bed and thumped against the wall in such a way that whoever it was could be cretain it was a person on the other side then waited for a responce

OOC: Is that an invitation?
Anyway, when you said 12:00, Ninja, did you mean noon or midnight? I'll assume noon.

BIC:

The grey pickup fell silent as Spook turned its engine off. He opened the drivers door, and jumped out. He turned back to grab his Shotgun before slamming the door shut. "C'mon, Chester!" He called, and the collie abliged. Spook headed towards the lumber yard. He figured he'd need all the supplies he could get, 'cause it was gonna become an FFA soon. How could it not?

Walking into the woods, it was dead silent. It was unnerving. Chester hesitated for a moment. "C'mon lad, it ain't that bad. Just a buncha trees!" But Spook knew something was wrong; Chester just sat down and wouldn't move. "Look, come on man, or I'm gonna have to leave you here." Spook paused for a moment and waited, but the collie didn't move. Chester let out a faint whine and then a bark, and Spook knew he was scared. "Alright, you stay here then" he said over his shoulder as he headed off into the wood. He walked for a couple of minutes, until he heard a voice, and what sounded like a radio. Thanks to this distraction, he failed to notice the small bush infront of him. He walked into it and jumped in surprise, as the bush had some sort of thorns in it. "Ah gak!" he shouted, before stumbling backwards into a clearing. Turning, he saw a well-built man with an axe looking at him in surprise. Realizing how threatening he looked with his shotgun, Spook lowered his weapon. "Hey man, this ain't what ya think. I'm just here for some wood and.." Then Spook noticed the corpse. "Holy gak! Man what the feth happened to that guy? feth man, you did a number on him!" Spook suddenly backed off a few paces and raised his shotgun at the man with the axe, and he looked the man squarely in the eyes.

OOC Noon, I'll always try and use 24hr clock as it makes it easier and an invitation to what?

thats me for tonight as Im away to an end of exam party (drunkenness rules) so i should be back tomorrow morning

Invitation for someones character to jump in there

OOC - Are we basically RPing the NCPs until the zombies hit?

IC - Dervish, after stocking up on.... the essentials went back to his flat, he was pretty sure he'd got something he'd forgotten.

When he entered, he stepped over the passed out bodies of the people who had crashed there the night before, he picked up a biking chain from his bedroom and proceeded to turn on his stereo at full blast, pumping punk metal into the room.

This slowly but surely cleared the room, with only a rather far out girl still in the middle of the living room, looking suitably annoyed. Dervish grinned at her, gestured to the bat and she scurried out to avoid being smacked round the head.

Dervish had a look round his flat and decided that he needed to back a few more things, a couple more bottles of whiskey and couple of kitchen towels. Never know when fire'll come in handy he thought to himself as he packed his bags.

After this he left the flat, intent on going out and seeing if he could find his cycle, he remembered he'd left it somewhere near Dunburn street, he set off towards the street, swigging whiskey as he went.

OOC: Is there any extra room in the game?

Yeah, I felt one infected person to be appropriate.
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Patrick stood there for a few seconds, barely coming to realizations of what exactly is happening. The world was being attacked by ZOMBIES, things he saw in movies. Fiction, fake, imaginary.

"I suppose I'm here for a purpose afterall" Patrick thought: To kill melon-fething zombies. Somehow, Patrick liked the sound of that over going to a lecture at school.


Patrick kicked the bastard in its disease ridden mouth, and unlocked the door to his car, getting in when he heard a faint whine. He waited a second, and there it was. It faintly resembled a "Meow" of sorts.

He opened his backpack's other large pocket, and somehow, his pet cat, Smokey, had found its way into his backpack. Well, I suppose any companion is better than none.

Patrick lifted Smokey out of the backpack, and put him in the passenger seat which had a blanket lied over it. Smokey was 7 years old, and knew Patrick all its life. He was loyal, knew how to follow commands, and listened to him.

Patrick engaged the engine, noticing he had 3/4 of a tank of gas left. Good, he would probably need it.He pulled out of the apartment parking space, into the road. He decided to survey down to see the actual extent of the infection in this god forsaken place.

Patrick kept driving around, noticing nothing of interest, instead of nobody else was on the road at all. That was EXTREMELY unnerving, that never happened.

Suddenly, he heard a roar of a vehicle, he saw that it was a motorcycle, looked like a large man along with a....woman. on the back. Patrick immediately turned around and did a U-Turn, following the bike.

This was better than wandering around in the middle of nowhere.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:"Hey man, this ain't what ya think. I'm just here for some wood and.." Then Spook noticed the corpse. "Holy gak! Man what the feth happened to that guy? feth man, you did a number on him!" Spook suddenly backed off a few paces and raised his shotgun at the man with the axe, and he looked the man squarely in the eyes.

Sil moved very slowly into what he hoped was a non-threatening position as the man spotted the body still at his feet. He hadn't expected anyone to be this far out in the woods and had been too absorbed in the radio and the shock of being attacked like that to notice the sounds of someone approaching. "Hey, relax - this isn't what it looks like; this guy came out of the woods and attacked me. He was acting all crazy. I tried to warn him off, even broke his damn arm but he still kept on coming. It was crazy." Not normally one to get emotional, Sil's voice wavered slightly and he paused to see what effect his words were having before continuing. "Look, I'm gonna step back and you can check it out - this guy must have been high on something, he'd already been shot at least twice when he attacked me and he didn't even slow down!"

Sil waited a moment before backing away from the body and letting the other man take a look. Spook leaned over the body, being sure to keep Sil in his sight as he did so. The dead guy did look pretty damn dead - he was scratched all over, his clothes were ripped and he had several gunshot wounds peppering his body. Strangely none of the wounds looked like they had bled very much. Spook looked at Sil in contemplation. He didn't look like he had a gun, and he looked like he might be shocked enough to have just been attacked by a madman - it was difficult to tell though, since he was clearly covered in gang marks and his whole personality had obviously been designed at the hard end of life.

He lowered the gun slightly and asked "Do you know what is happening in town?"

Sil relaxed slightly. "Not much, there was something about some murders, a few people going missing, a bit of fighting - unusual for round here I guess. Not been into town for a while though, so I don't hear much." Sil listened to his radio for a moment before continuing. "A few of the guys are not answering their radios. I know a couple have family in town so they may have taken off, but not everyone. And no one has heard anything from the main lumber yard either. Did you come from there? Did you see anything?"

[OOC: I was planning on having the lumbar yard deserted after being wiped out by zombies. Most of the staff are just food, but a couple would have become zombies. If anyone wants to do that bit, feel free, otherwise Sil and Spook can go check it out later and find the remains]

Sorry if I fethed up anybodies posts. Didn't mean to.

Dave jumped from the roof when the zombies burst through the door. It was twelve feet to the grass. He rolled as he hit, tweaking his ankle despite this.
Dave pushed off with his other foot. He ran down the street, observing the carnage he'd seen while drinking. His vision swam, he stumbled.
He started wishing he hadn't drunk.

He noticed the knife and hammer gripped in his hands.

Dave ran, left leg trailing slightly from the tweaked ankle.
He saw and heard fighting, felt hot breath down the back of his neck more then once.

Dave reached the edge of town. He saw a wrecked police cruiser, the corpse of the officer who rode in it, laying across the hood, body still.
David approached cautisly, raising the hammer in his right hand.

The body jerked up, showing off the wrecked face of the somehow living man.

Dave stumbled abck, fell on his ass. The man lunged from the hood, landing on top of Dave. The weapons were knocked from his hands.
The bastard was strong but uncoordinated, and Dave had the advantage in terms of skill. He used one hand to push his throat back, the other to grip his right hand.
He brought his knee up into the mans crotch. No effect. Dave followed up, another four times.

The knees brought no effect. He rocked hs hips, moving his hand to push the attackers chest. He finally managed to unseat the man, and threw a kick
that caught the man on the temple. The man fell on his side, and Dave stood up. He brought his foot down on the man's skull, again and again, till the body stopped moving.

Dave fell on his ass, breathing heavily. He gathered himself, picking up his hammer and knife. He brought the hammer down, crushing the skull completely.
Dave saw the .45 in the holster on his hip.

Feth it. Why not? Dave took the belt and strapped it on, checking the magazine was loaded. There were two more mags attached to the backside of the belt.

Dave looked at the roadsigns. The lumber yard was just a few miles away. He could get there if he started huffing it.

Dave checked the car real quick, and found a map. He stuffed it into his back pocket, and started moving.

Fitzz road slowly into town,the engine of the Harley echoing in the unsettleing empty streets.
"What the feth" he thought to himself "Never seen the town this empty"

Behind him Fire echoed his thoughts, "Where is every one" she asked quietly.
" How the feth would I know" Fitzz shot back at her,she flinched at his tone and he found himself wishing once again that he could have ditched her back at her house.

"Look" Fitzz said " We'll head on down to the Satans club house" he thought for a moment and continued " Maybe the brothers know what the feth is really going on here".

Several minutes later Fitzz pulled into the front lot of the Satans Servents club house,he killed the engine on his bike and stared puzzled at the near empty lot.
Usually there was at least 3 dozen motorcycles parked in the lot,this morning however there were only 2 besides his own.
"What the feth is going on" Fitzz said to no one in particular.
"I don't know,but this is creepy as feth" came Fires answer.
Fitzz climbed off his bike and started walking towards the club house entrance,noticing one of the remaining Harelys belonged to "Grave Digger" one of Fitzzs best bros,and the other to "Little Pete",who wasn't even a Satan yet,just a pee on little goof ball prospect who Fitzz thought was a class A idiot.

" What are you gonna do" asked Fire from behind him,she had climbed off the bike and was looking after Fitzz nervously.

"Well" he replied " I thought I'd practice some break dancing and see if I can get a spot on that "Americas best dance crew" show"
He continued to the club house and Fire quickly followed him.

Inside the clubhouse was silent,wich struck Fitzz as odd as he could never recall a time in all his years as a Satan of this place ever being quiet.

" Grave!" Fitzz yelled "Digs,you here Bro?"...nothing,simply silence.
" Digs! you feth,stop fething around!" Fitzz shouted,he walked into the clubhouses "party room",Grave Digger was probably passed out in there.

Fire saw it first and gasped,there,lying on a pool table in the center of the party room was "Little Pete",only it was obvious "Little Pete" wasn't intoxicated and unconsious,"Little Pete" was graveyard dead,a huge knife had been driven deep into his skull.

Fitzz stared at the lifeless body of the prospect, "Glad your dead ya fething useless gak" he thought,and at the same time he realized that it was Grave Diggers knife protruding from "Little Petes" head.

"Digs!" Fitzz shouted again "What went down? you off this punk?"he felt frustration building "Where the Feth are you man!!"

Grave Digger stepped into the room,only this wasn't the man Fitzz knew,in honesty Fitzz didn't know what he was looking at.
Grave Diggers throat was gone,blood staind the front of his "I Love Beer" t-shirt,he stumbled forward.
"Graves,what the ..." Fitzz started,Fire screamed..and Grave Digger lunged for her.
Fitzz grabed the back of Grave Diggers shirt,it tore with a soft purr and Grave Digger toppled onto Fire,the young woman shrieked as the mans teeth clamped into her arm.
"God damnit Graves,fething cool it" Fitzz bellowed,Could the gak he heard on the news be right he thought for a second,as he yanked his obviously crazy friend off the screaming girl and slung him across the room.
"Digs! your hurt man...you need.." Fitzz said,but what did Grave Digger really need he thought to himself.
Grave Digger slowly lurched towards Fitzz,his mouth opening in a bloody smear.
Fitzz drew his .45 from his shoulder holster "Graves..don't man,just..stop." he said
Graves came on.
"Man! don't make me kill you!" Fitzz shouted
Graves took anothe shaking step forward.
"Bro,I mean it." Fitzz almost wisperd.
Another step.
The .45 roared in the quiet clubhouse.

Fitzz stood over the body of his friend,anger filled him and he fired several shots into the wall screaming profanities.
He glanced at Fire who was trembleing and obviously terrified.
Quickly he bandged the minor wound on her arm.
"Let's move" he ordered "we are ridding for the club safe house out in the woods"he spoke fast "The rest of the Satans will most likely be there...and I'm going to get some fething answers"
Several minutes later Fitzz,with Fire piled on behind him,was roaring through town.

OOC- Ok,we now have a very angry biker,who just blew his best friends head off,with an infected girl ridding on the back of his bike,heading threw town on his way towards " the woods" in wich Sil and Spook have met.

Patrick put the car to a stop as he saw the biker pull off into a lot in front of a building. He waited there, realizing that he was the only spark of humanity he still knows is in town. His apartment building may have very well be completely infected and borne of blood.

He saw the man come out of the building around 2 minutes after he heard the gunshots inside. No doubt a zombie. The girl was bleeding with a bandage around her arm, the man had a handgun drawn.

Patrick had a decision to make. That girl very well was infected, and would turn eventually, and the man could be as well.

"feth, Smokey.....why can't I be as dumb as you when things like this happen?" Patrick said. He lit up blunt, knowing it wouldn't affect him too much after 10 years of being acquainted with this gak.

"I should just off them, mate" Patrick said to Smokey, knowing he understood what he was saying.

"This is all just because the Magic lost to the Celtics anyways" Patrick laughed, just at the full knowing of what was happening. I'd save them the trouble of having to live in a world of death and bs.

Patrick continued his roaring laughter, deciding to not kill them.

"I'll just follow them" Patrick thought, his laughter had stopped. He just knew that the only way to be sane in this world is to enjoy and revel in the slaughter. His thirst would be clenched with blood and his hunger with hot lead entering rotting flesh.

He did not live such a hard life and come out and strive in his circumstances to die by some god damn walking cadaver!

He put it into drive and followed the biker. He'd have noticed him by now, and he reloaded his Taurus in case of trouble.

Three days...Gems, as he called himself, was in a fair-sized town. He survived the outbreak from wearing a gasmask most of the time. The lumber form O.R. made alot of dust... He was homeschooled my his mom, she died from a Blow from his wooden ninja-to... His dad had been in the zombie north horde, near the lumber. The east horde is almost depleted, from home-made bombs Gems made with some herbicide... Gems had an outpost in the woods, complete with (1400's) Japanese-style traps. Tripwires, flash landmines, moats. the woods were to the south-west, near the ocean. Three days since he had killed the last of his group. they had the flu before...Gems' uncle was the last one he killed, lead pipe hit to the left side of his neck-after that, Gems took his semi-ghetto uncle's tag name. Gems was 14 years old, could carry around 60 pounds without slowing him down-logs are heavy. He could kill the shamblers with his hands-He went to Japan when he was 5, learned basic Ninjustu from his grandfather, mother's side.

OOC: I need to sleep- ninjustsu las-gun mission tomorrow. I'll make a table for Gems later-and add more. GOODNIGHT!!!

@lord of the ghosts.

Dude, we can't have anybody else signing up now. It's full mate, sorry. Read past posts.

BIC:

"Uh, yeah. There was noone. Dead quiet" Spook replied, and he put his Shotgun to rest. "Look dude, I dunno what's happening, but I got a bad feeling 'bout this. I mean, I dunno what kinda stuff this guy's been doin', but it musta been some crazy gak. I got a pickup round front."
"Oh hey, y'know what's wierd?" He asked the woodcutter.
"No, what?" Replied Sil.
"Chester - my dog - he wouldn't even come into this damned wood. And he don't scare easily, y'know?"
"That is...weird.. I guess. I mean, I've never known any dog to be afraid of some trees. Hey, I think we should go and have a look for some of my mates."
"I dunno, this place does give me the creeps. So quiet. It's as quiet as the town. Oh, incase you don't know - there's noone on the roads back there, no people in the streets. Driving me insane. Maybe it's that pandemic and... oh.. feth.." Spook trailed off, looking back down at the body.
"If that's what this fething 'flu' does to people.. gak!"
"Hey, I thought you said noone was on the roads?" Sil asked.
"There isn't..." Spook replied.
"Then how comes I can hear a motorbike?"
The two men looked at each other, then in the direction of the lumber yard.
"I think we should go. Oh, by the way, you can call me Spook."

Right. I knew this was going to happen.

Lord of the ghosts, and c34r34lk1ll3r, i have already specified the rp is currantly full. So, in order to stop it getting overly confusing, i'd like it if you dont post anything until someone dies. Dont worry, it will be a semi regular occurrance. Additionally lord of the ghosts, whilst i dont mind you coming back and playing, please follow the rules; knowone knows anything about the zombies yet. So yeah, When someone gets murdered, ill PM you both, and you can fight over the place >

Um, Ghosty, you're not actually suggesting you're gonna kill off our characters? It's part of my characters implied free will that he gets to choose when and how he dies. Well, I guess not when. And not so much of the how. Ah well.

Stay away from my slaphead, you *eyes Ghosty* -.-


Well, seeing as about half of the RPers are going to be together soon, we're right on track again.

But I think people should stop referring to the zombies as zombies, but limit that to only comparisons with the fictional creature that is a "zombie".

Did I even make any sense?

Ok i suppose im going to have to remedy this. My origonal plan was to have the entire town still populated. However, it seems, the undead have managed to sneak in past the guards. So, ill draw my self a town map for all you guys where ill plot the infection outbreaks, the safe zones, and the population points

And i agree, 'infected' 'freaks' and i suppose 'crazies' are good to go, 'zombies' well if your character knows what they are its fine, but later on you might find something that explains the undead more.

Oh. Well, as good as that would be, that might deter some of the RPing.. I mean, if we know where the zombs are, it'll possibly be hard to have our characters walk straight into them. I mean, if we know there is a zombie at point B, and our characters, at point A are heading to point B, we'd have to pretend we didn't know the zombies are at point B.

I dunno. This map thing could either work out really well or be an epic fail.

ghosty wrote:And i agree, 'infected' 'freaks' and i suppose 'crazies' are good to go, 'zombies' well if your character knows what they are its fine, but later on you might find something that explains the undead more.

Actually, I feel we will find something, unless we've all died

Ok heres the map. Ive kept the buildings relatively ambiguous, unless theyve already been near (like the hells angels bikers club )

Only one quarter is begginning to be ovverrun. Presently, humans outnumber the undead here 4 to one.

click on the pic for a larger version

[OOC: I think most of the people in the town are hiding out in their houses after the murders and disappearances etc.]

"I think we should go. Oh, by the way, you can call me Spook."

"I'm Sil" said Sil. He raised his radio and spoke into it for a moment. "It's Sil again - I'm with someone from town and we're going to check out the lumbar yard. We want to know why no one is answering the radio." There were several comments in reply and a couple of people decided they would head over to the yard as well.

Sil and Spook walked back to the trail where Spook had left his dog Chester and his pick up truck. They walked together somewhat warily, not quite sure if they could trust each other, and unsure as to what else might be lurking in the woods. Spook occasionally called out for Chester but there was no answer from the woods. After a few minutes they reached the track where Spook had left his car and looked around for both Chester and the pick up.

"Could have sworn..." said Spook looking around in confusion.

"What?" said Sil.

"Could have sworn this was where I left my truck."

Sil shrugged and pointed to the rutted track. "You sure this is where you parked it? It could be further along - looks like someone drove through here recently anyway."

Spook stood in thought and then shrugged. "Well, my car sure as hell isn't here, so why not." He slowly started walking down the track towards the lumbar yard with Sil following him.

They walked for about half an hour until the lumbar yard came into view. Every so often someone would speak up over the radio, but no one else was as close to the yard as Sil and Spook. After a brief discussion they decided to carry on without waiting for the others. Another 5 minutes saw them reach the main gates: They'd been left wide open and Spook's car was parked across the entrance. The bonnet had been dented and splatters of almost-dry blood caked the grill and windshield.

"Feth" said Spook and Sil together as they surveyed the car. They looked at each other and Sil shrugged before moving off into the compound.

OOC- I had intended to end up in the same apartment block as scarp. if youy got the hints

Cool map though

Fitzz glanced into his rear view mirror as he gunned the Harleys engine and continued up the street.
"Looks like I picked up some company" Fitzz thought to himself.
He glanced into the side mirror again,but couldn't make out how many people were in the vehicle that was following him.
"Feth" he thought to himself " who the feth is this?"
Given the crazy gak he'd already seen,the person/people in the car behind him could be just as batgak as Digs had been.

Fitzz reved the engine of his Harley up to 60,determined to make it to the Satans "safe house" on the outskirts of the woods.
The car behind him sped up as he did,not closing distance,but certianly keeping up with his moves.

Behind Him on the bike,Fire groaned softly
"Hun" she slurred "I aint feeling to good"
Fitzz shook his head "Hang in there girl"he said "we'll be at the safe house soon,you can rest then."
Fitzz tore past the town line and onto the back road leading to the safe house to the North West,the car behind him following.

"Fitzz" Fire spoke again " I feel like I'm gonna pass out"
He felt her head fall against his back,and had to grab her to keep her from toppleing from the bike.

"Just a little further"he said gunning the engine harder,he checked his rearview again,the car was still there,and getting closer.

Ahead,he saw the empty field in front of the cabin the Satans Servents used as a safe house,none of the brothers were here.

"Fething Gak" Fitzz said "No one here"
He pulled the Harley into the field,killing the engine and leaping off,Fire colapsed in a heap on the ground.

He watched as the car pulled to the edge of the field and stopped.
Fitzz drew his .45 from his shoulder holster and unslung his Sawed off,if whoever was in this car was crazy like Digs had been,Fitzz planned to paint the car with their insides.

"All right Hoss!!" Fitzz bellowed "You wanted my attention,well now ya got it!!" he cocked the hammers on the sawed off shotgun,but didn't raise it in the direction of the car,the .45 however he pointed indirectly towards the vehicle.

"C'mon out!!" Fitzz shouted...

After wandering the streets for a while, Dervish realized he'd lost his bike, some sod must have taken it or he'd burnt it out, he couldn't remember which.

In a state of dejectedness, he headed back to his flat, when he reached the flat he picked up his stereo, the loudest CDs he could find and some spray paint. After this he headed to the park, in the South-West of the town.

When he arrived, he busied himself by spraying all of the children's play equipment black and spraying the 'Anarchy A' in red on every conceivable black spot he could find. Impressed with his handiwork, he begun to gather some wood from surrounding trees and shrubs. He placed the pile of wood in the center of the playground, soaked it in whiskey and used his lighter to light the bonfire.

He then lay back on a bench, and turned his stereo on full blast, working his way through a Sex Pistol medley loud enough, he thought 'to wake the dead'. He smirked as he thought this and muttered under his breath 'This should some fun started, nothing like an Anarchy party in a park'

Patrick stopped the car, the biker had jumped off the bike with the girl, and had drew a shotgun and a pistol, the ladder being pointed in his general direction.

Patrick told Smokey to stay here, and got out of the car, weapons concealed.

"Hold on there, Cowboy, I don't want any trouble, mate."

The biker didn't lower his weapon.

"I've been following you because your the only living thing that I've come to see today, besides some fat chick at my apartment block. I wake up today, hear there's zombies on the news, and head out"

The biker lowered his weapon slightly.

"I walk out, and a cadaver is clawing at my car window. I shout at him, and he doesn't answer. So I push him over. I realize his eyes have no lights, and he is no doubt not one of us anymore. I dispose of him. I came out to look for any humans with my pet cat, Smokey, in the car. I saw you, so I reckoned that following you was better than the alternative"

The biker lowered his weapon.

"I'm a doctor, and would be useful for you to keep around" Patrick said

The biker hesitated, but finally spoke.

"Well, killing you wouldn't do me any good. If these monsters are rising, I'll need all the help I can get"

Patrick smiled.

Biker + Patrick will probably meet up with Spook and Sil and we'll just hide in the safehouse methinks. Then the zombs will come

Fitzz watched as a very tall young man exited the vehicle,and spoke "Hold on there Cowboy." the man said "I don't want any trouble ,mate."

"Well,he don't seem to be sick" Fitzz thought,still keeping his .45 on the man "But ya never know".

In a few moments the young man had explained why he had been following Fitzz,as well as telling him about his experince with one of these "crazies" back in town.
The tall fellow also said he was a doctor,and considering the shape Fire was in he could certianly use a sawbones about now.

Fitzz slowly lowered his pistol,thought for a moment and spoke.

"Well,killing you wouldn't do me any good." Fitzz said evenly to the man,Fitzz didn't know what was going on,but this guy evidently had some ideas on the subject "And if these "monsters" are rising" Fitzz continued "I'll need all the help I can get."

The young man smiled,slightly relived he wasn't going to have to shoot it out with the biker,he steped forward raising his hand in greeting.

"Patricks the name" the man said to Fitzz "My friends call me "Jewman".

Fitzz shook the mans hand "Jewman?" Fitzz smilled "You a closet biker?"

"Not to the best of my knowledge" Patrick said smilling back.

" My names Fitzz" said Fitzz " Good to meet ya",he continued " This pretty lady is called Fire"

Fitzz turned to indicate the young woman to Patrick,only to find she had colapsed in a heap on the ground.

"Feth me" Fitzz exclaimed "Help me get her inside Doc"

Patrick stared at the woman " I..um,I don't think that's such a good Idea"

"C'mon man,your the Doctor" Fitzz said " She got hurt back in town".

Patrick thought for a moment,he had know idea who this woman was to the big biker,and arguing about her with him wasn't going to help matters right now,hell she might be his wife...or something.

"Ok" sighed Patrick " But..you grab her by the shoulders,I'll take the legs"

Together the two men carrid the unconcious woman up the steps of the cabin,Fitzz almost dropped her as he fished out the key for the door and opened it,but soon they were inside,Fire placed gently on the couch.

"So tell me Doc" Fitzz said turning to Patrick "What the feth is wrong with her?",Fitzz paused "For that matter my man"he started "What the Feth Is wrong with the whole town back there?"

Patricks eyes never left the pretty young girl on the couch,he let out a sigh.

" Ok" he said "I'll tell you what I've figured out so far."...

OOC: I'm just waiting for Silver to post something, then we'll ride over to the "safe house" methinks.

Just want to say that I'm also interested in joining, so If there's an extra space then I'll be more then happy to join.

Looks unlikely with two people in front of me though.. *sniffs*

Sil walked around the car and scanned the large loading and cutting area which made up the majority of the lumber yard. Everything looked quiet, but that could be deceptive.

He looked back to Spook and motioned him forwards with his head. He waited until he got closer and then quietly gave him a run down of the yard's layout, and his plan for checking it out.

"I'll go in first, anything comes at me and I will try and knock it down, then you step round me and cover it with the shotgun, if I can't then whack it with the axe, let it have a blast from the shotgun - we want to keep it as quiet as possible so we don't attract anyone we don't want to meet. Oh, and keep an eye out for anything circling round behind us - you never know with crazies what they are going to do."

Spook nodded in agreement "Yeah, I don't know what the hell is going on here, but what I do know is that I really don't want to draw too much attention to myself."

They quickly moved along the maze of sawn timber waiting to be shipped out to the radio and plant room, trying to stay out of sight of most of the buildings. They skirted the compound and peered at the entrance of the radio room. The door lay twisted off its hinges - several broken planks of wood seemed to have been nailed across the entrance, but they didn't stop whatever had tried to get in... or out.

Sil nodded to Spook and quickly ran over to the doorway, peering inside before slowly making his way inside. The entrance had several coats hanging from hooks and held the main office of the yard - desks were overturned and paper littered the floor. Several large sprays of blood soaked the wall. It was mostly dry, but there were patches which still glistened wetly in the light filtering through the blinds and open doorway.

[OOC: BRB]

"Sh*t" whispered Spook.



OOC:

OOC: goddamn censor... wish it could be removed in this board, I keep having to work out what people are actually writing and it takes away the feel of the story(!!!).


Edit: Just fixed my last post

Sil grunted and tightened his grip on the axe. He'd seen some pretty horrible things during his time in the gangs and later the crime families, but it was still unsettling seeing things like this. He made a low hissing noise to attract Spook's attention and motioned to move further into the room, out of the doorway.

Sil carefully checked behind each of the desks but there was nothing other than blood splattered papers hiding in the shadows. Together they crept to the door of the radio room. Like the main door, it looked as if it had been battered down, although it must have fallen closed under its own uneven weight for it blocked any view of the room beyond.

"Ready?" Sil whispered. Spook nodded.

Sil counted to three in his head before pushing the door open with his shoulder and stepping into the room. What greeted him was like something that might have been taken straight from some B movie horror - blood dripped from pretty much every surface. The cause of which appeared to be sitting amid the scattered remains of his victim; his head turned towards Sil and his lips retracted. Blind eyes locked onto him and a horrible moan came from his mouth - pieces of half chewed flesh hung from his jaws. As he rose he dropped the remains of his victim's arm and reached out towards Sil.

Sil reacted instinctively and swung the axe in a short, sharp arc which connected with the side of the things head, just below the eyes. The blade bit through bone and flesh and the top half of the monster's head span through the air as it's body dropped to the floor.

"Holy feth!" Sil exclaimed through his shock frozen jaws, his chest heaving as he struggled to breath. He could hear Spook retching behind him.

Sil turned from the room, pulling Spook with him. "Feth this man, let's get the gak out of here."

Neither of them noticed that the eyes on the severed head followed them as they left...

"Basically, I believe this virus is not airborne, and only transferred via saliva. My reasoning being that the concept of immunes is ludicrous." Patrick spoke.

"Therefore, melee weapons are only a last resort option" Patrick said as he slightly pulled one of his swords out of its sheath.

"Going on that, ammunition and guns are imperative to staying alive" Patrick continued.

"Going back to the virus, I would expect a reliable estimate of the turning point between time of contraction and eventual turning to be 6 to 12 hours, give or take a few hours."

"A cure is unthinkable at this time. A single doctor without any advanced equipment has no chance of creating a reliable antivirus"

Fitzz flinched slightly.

Fire was passed out on the couch at this point.

"I know what your thinking, Fitzz, and it has to be done before she wakes up" Patrick said

"You know the government as well as I do, and any help from them is a long times away" Patrick solemnly spoke

Fitzz didn't say anything.

"I'll do it if you need me to" Jewman said, taking out and cocking his taurus.

Fitzz still didn't speak.

Patrick sighed, and went out to his car for a cigarette. He pet smokey, and waited for the inevitable gunshot.

Fitzz watched as "Jewman" exited the safe house,he pulled a cigarette from inside his jackets inner pocket and lit it ,reflecting on what Patrick had told him.

A virus of some sort seemed plausable to Fitzz,had to be the way Patrick said it was,spread through bites,and not airborne...otherwise they would be sick as well.

He also knew "Jewman" was quite right concerning any help from the Government,as far as Fitzz was concerned most poloticians couldn't find their own backsides with both hands and a map,so he didn't expect much in the way of a "calvary".

He considered further what Patrick had said about weapons and ammo,and laughed to himself.

"Well at least we're ok in that department" Fitzz thought to himself,The Satans Servents safe house was set up for brothers hideing from the law,it was also a sort of "Alamo",in that the Satans had stashed enough guns and ammo up here to hold off half the state police for a month if need be.

He reluctently turned his thoughts to Fire,she was still passed out,but breathing in a hitched and labored manor,he recalled meeting her shortly after his release from the pen...she was much younger than him,only 23 and a real pain in the ass at times,but she had a heart of gold...Fitzz smirked "stripper with a heart of gold" he thought "getting clique in your old age".

Fitzz stared at Fire,remembering the night before,making love and then passing out,he stared at her long legs and shook his head, "How the feth could all this be true" he thought.

Fire had stopped breathing..

Fitzz drew his Colt from his shoulder holster and chambered a round... "Just in case" he wispered.

Fires eyes opened,slowly she sat up and stumbled to her feet,the heels of her boots scraping the floor.

Fitzz thought about how he had treated her badly on more than one occasion,the other women...the drunken nights.

Fire tilted her head and a thin line of slavia ran from her mouth as she parted her lips in a snarl.

Fitzz raised his .45

Fire steped forward,slowly reaching out towards Fitzz as if wanting one final embrace.

" I'm sorry" Fitzz said softly " I love you"

The pistol roared and Fires beutiful face disintigrated in a hammer smash of blood,bone and brain.

Fitzz lowered his head,drew another cigarette from his jacket,lit up and drew deeply on the smoke.

Patrick shed a lone tear for the biker. He always shed a tear when someone lost life due to firearms. He still wonders if god looks down upon him because he killed all those people. "Thou shall not kill", but what if they're trying to kill me?

Patrick sighed. Why. Why would god let this happen? Heh. Took all the gak for being Jewish when I could have just said I was catholic like the rest. fething religion.

Patrick didn't wipe the tear away, and got out of the car and walked into the safehouse.

"Help me throw it outside, mate, we don't want to risk anything" Patrick spoke. He knew there was no time for remorse or depression.

They threw her into the dirt, Fitzz sighing.

"Its time to make a decision, Fitzz, either we hold up here and wait for the eventual assistance of the government, if there IS any government left, that is. That option would take months, possibly over a year. The main cities are no doubt infected, and the whole country in disarray" Jewman said

"Or, we go out and look for people and find more food and supplies. That is an option as well."

"The last option, which I have to mention, is to go out and hunt these bastards and eradicate them from this town." Patrick said.

"Personally, I'd opt for the 2nd or 3rd option. The 1st option puts us into a static position, and we don't even know the extents of this virus. It may very well be mutating people into monsters." Patrick said

"As well, more people can be very treacherous, as I myself, and I would guess you know what I'm talking about. This situation will drive some people mad, and I have to trust you, as well as myself, to not hesitate when something irregular happens," Patrick said

"Up to you, mate. In the end, my life has been a joke, and the only noticeable thing I've done is take fathers away from families. So I guess god put me on this earth to kill the undead" Patrick said

Up to you, mate. In the end, my life has been a joke, and the only noticeable thing I've done is take fathers away from families. So I guess god put me on this earth to kill the undead" Patrick said .

Fitzz thought over everything Patrick had said,slowly took a drag from the cigarette he held and spoke slowly,the loss of both his best Bro & his "old lady" still close to the surface.

" I'll tell ya what I'm thinking my man" Fitzz said " we're gonna hunker down here for a bit".

Fitzz noticed a look of impatience cross Patricks face.

" I'll tell ya why" Fitzz said quickly " If there's any Satans left near town,they'll be heading this way,especialy after they see the mess back at the club house."

Patrick listened intently ,lighting his own cigarette.

" Any Satans show up and we got soilders we can count on" Fitzz said " And you don't have anything to worry about...I got your back and will vouche for you with the Brothers".

"Fitzz" Patrick said " You have no way of knowing if any of your Bros are around...or even if their alive...or." Patrick trailed off thinking to himself "...Or if their like the girl you just shot".

Fitzz slowly nodded in agreement, "True" he said " But I wanna be sure" He paused for a moment and spoke again " Trust me Jewman,I have no desire to sit here til doomsday...just long enough to see if any of the Brothers show"

Patrick considered what Fitzz had said, A few more of Fitzzs "Brothers" would definatly come in handy for the work Patrick knew lay ahead.

"Ok Fitzz,your call" Patrick said " But only for an hour or so...then I think we should get moving".

"Damn right we'll get moving" Fitzz said smilling "In the meentime,lets check the news...see if anyone really knows anything."

Fitzz walked towards the T.V. and puased for a moment.

" Oh yeah" he said " I need to show ya something...might make ya feel a little better bout being here"

Fitzz grabed a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey,opened it and took a long drink and tossed the bottle to Patrick.

" Follow me" Fitzz said as he walked into a side room,Patrick followed and stoped as Fitzz opened a large metal locker.

Inside was a half dozen Automatic rifles,a few Shotguns,several various caliber hand guns,2 HK MP5s along with enough ammo to declare war on a small country.

Patrick nodded his aproval and Fitzz smiled "Be prepared" Fitzz laughed " That's the Satans unofficial motto".

" Now" Fitzz said " Lets check the tube...see if any of the idiots in charge have anything worth telling us".

The T.V. flickered on as Patrick took a gracious swig of the jack daniels.

Nothing.

Just static. Every channel was gone, just static.

"melon-fether" Patrick spoke "The infection is spreading more rapidly now, this is very bad"

Fitzz swallowed and said "Yeah, we might want to lock everything, this is looking bad"

Patrick turned the T.V off and Fitzz and Patrick started closing all the doors, windows, boarding up windows, everything. They wanted a stronghold that would survive a mortar shell.

After they were done, Fitzz sat on the couch, probably thinking about the girl, while Patrick went into the gun locker, and took his pick of the rifles. He finally settled on the Heavy FN-SCAR rifle, a personal favorite of his that he never managed to get his hands on.

Patrick realized that he had a ton of weight on him at the moment, his Tec-9, Taurus, Swords, and now a Assault Rifle. So he took his Tec-9 out and put it in the gun locker.

"Fair trade" Patrick laughed

Patrick suddenly realized he had left his cat, Smokey outside, and jumped. He bolted out of the room with the gun locker, SCAR drawn, and opened the doors. He immediately saw the 3 cadavers clawing at his windows.

Patrick yelled for Fitzz, who ran to the door, Colt in hand.

"Don't shoot them, you could hit my damn car, or my cat!"

"What the feth do you expect me to do then?" Fitzz impatiently said

"Here, take the rifle, and I'll go draw them away" Patrick said, tossing the gun to him before he could protest.

Patrick drew one sword, the first time he had ever intended to use it. He ran towards the zombie on the left side of his car, unaware of his loud footsteps. He swung in a diagonal arch, impacting at the top of the shoulder, slicing straight through the soft, rotting flesh, all the way through, destroying the upper portion of its body.

The other two zombies had noticed him, and started shambling over, Patrick ran around them, bringing them away from the car. Immediately ones head exploded away, dropping the corpse, while the second ate hot lead in its upper chest, and took two to the brain, dead, but still had a head on it.

Patrick wiped the sword off on one of the monsters shirts and sheathed it. He ran in and grabbed his cat, as well as his backpack.

He walked over to Fitzz and nodded to him, walking inside with him and sitting down on the couch, breathing heavy.

"fething bastards" Fitzz said, putting the rifle on the table by the couch.

"They are infecting more of the town. Option 3 is no longer an option, more of a deathwish." Patrick said, petting his cat.

"Calm down, Jewman, we will hunker down here for a while, we have to reorganize and really figure out what to do" Fitzz said

"To be honest, I thought you were a bit of a joke when I saw those swords on your back. I see I was wrong" Fitzz laughed.

"They're enchanted!" Patrick laughed, calming down.

Sil and Spook retraced their steps through the stacks of cut wood and logs. Both of them were pale and both of them tried to suppress the shudders that tried to run through them.

Neither of them stopped to think about where the bodies which belonged to the blood splatters in the office had gone, nor where the rest of the workers in the lumber yard were.

They heard a scream and a gunshot coming from the main entrance. Looking at each other they picked up the pace. They reached the end of the wood stacks and peered out at the main yard. Spook's car was still sitting in the gateway but it was surrounded by a small crowed of evidently very unwell people.

One of them staggered forwards unevenly, it's one remaining foot struggling to keep it upright. Another missing it's arm tried to claw at the young man attempting to slot Spook's keys in the door of the truck and fight off his attackers at the same time. His gun fired again, catching one of the shambling corpses in the chest and blasting it to the floor. A moment later it started to get up.

Within seconds the man was overwhelmed and dragged to the ground where he was ripped apart.

Spook looked, if anything, even paler than he did before and Sil quickly moved them back into the wood stacks. Speaking quietly so as not to be heard over the weakening screams and the sounds of ripping flesh, Sil spoke to Spook. "Feth - some of those guys were workers here. What the hell is going on?"

Spook shook his head but didn't speak. Sil continued "We need to get those... things away from your truck so we can get the keys back and get the gak out of here... will you be OK to do that?"

Spook nodded "Yeah man, just a bit of a shock, you know?"

"Tell me about it - I've seen some fethed up things, but man... We need to draw those things away from the truck; they don't look like they can move too fast, so I should be able to sprint past them... you wait and hide until I give the shout and then go and grab the keys, ok?"

Spook nodded and cradled his shotgun. "Let's do this".

Sil moved off into the main yard, putting about 20 meters between him and where Spook remained hiding. "Hey, you ugly fethers!" He shouted "Why don't you pick on someone who isn't a pansy?"

The corpses looked up from their feast, seemingly forgetting that they had more than enough steamy innards to keep them occupied and started advancing slowly towards Sil. Checking nothing was coming up behind him, Sil backed off, giving Spook room to get to the car.

He drew them out into the middle of the yard and watched Spook sneak out of the timber stacks and reach his car. He searched for the keys for a moment, stepping carefully around the remains of the person who had stolen it, before unlocking the cab and climbing in.

Sil steeled himself as he allowed the monsters to come closer before sprinting round them back to the car. They reached for him but he simply ran further around them to be out of their grasp.

Panting, and with a good lead he made it to the passenger side of the car and climbed in. "Get us out of here Spook."

The wheels span as Spook swung them round, back out onto the road.

They drove down the main track for a few minutes. Spook had to force himself to drive slowly, not wanting to plough off into the trees and kill himself, or worse, leave himself helpless while those... things... ripped him apart.

When they reached a crossroads they stopped. "Which way now?" said Spook, scanning each of the roads for any more walking dead.

Sil sat in thought for a moment. "I know the guy who worked this area of the woods - he used to say there was always bikers driving up and down around here. They probably have some kind of bar or club in the area. I think he said it was over there somewhere." He pointed down the right hand fork.

"Sounds good to me." said Spook as he pointed the truck in the right direction.

A scream echoed through the trees as Spook and Sil drove down the road.
“What in all was that?!”
“Another lumberjack maybe?” Spook replied, peering into the increasing gloom of the sunset. However, the look on Sil’s face, and the piercing screech helped spook deduce that this was no wood cutter. The carried down the road at an increased pace, until, they turned a corner onto the main road, and proceeded to hit someone to the ground.
“F*ck!” Spook roared as he screeched to a halt. The man they’d hit had been thrown clear of the car and lay crumpled on the floor. The man groaned.
“Phew, it’s a zombie..”
The man started to whimper.
Spook looked at Sil, Sil looked at Spook
“He-lp me…… my legs are busted up….”
“Ahhh gak, that’s not a crazy, that’s Greg.” Sil said, as he stepped out of the car, and started to make his way over to his friend.
From the relative safety of the car, Spook heard another scream. It was closer by. As if answering it, another pierced the darkness on his far right. Sil was about halfway to his friend, who had rolled onto his back, and was trying to get back up.
Another scream.
“Sil, get back in the car.”
“We cant leave him!”
“Get in!”
“For Christ’s sake, where’s your compassion?!”
Spook thought he saw something move through the trees to his left.
He heard a scream just behind the car. It was loud and desperate, but it was inhuman- no one could scream like that. It reminded him of death metal singers.
Something burst out of the bracken near Greg. It sprinted over to the fallen man, and leapt on him. Greg began to scream, as the crazy started to tear at him. Sil backed away.
“Get in the car” Spook whispered.
Greg’s screams became more desperate, until the creature pushed his fingers into the writhing lumberjacks eyes, and ended the mans life. The figure then turned its attentions to Sil, who was still about three metres from the car.
Another scream, right outside spooks window. He turned slowly, and looked out of it. A zombie was staring back in, its teeth bared, and thick, congealing blood dripping out. Silturned and sprinted for the car. The creature leapt.

The coast was clear, N walked over to the door and opened it. Not living at the city for too long had a great disadvantage; he couldn't really remember where exactly the supermarket was; he ha always simply caught the bus.

As it seemed likely that the bus wouldn't be coming anytime soon he took a left out of the building and walked along the main road to the west of town. Simply hoping to remember the bus route and follow it that way.

OCC: Yes purple guy (Scarp) I'm walking towards where you were/are on the map

"To be honest, I thought you were a bit of a joke when I saw those swords on your back. I see I was wrong" Fitzz laughed.

"They're enchanted!" Patrick laughed, calming down.

"Well Jewman" Fitzz said sipping from the bottle of whiskey " Between my old buddy Jack here" he tilted the bottle in Patricks direction " And your magic swords, I feel safer already."

The two men stared at each other for a second and burst into a fit of laughter.

The nearby explosion of a shotgun cut through the mens laughter.

Fitzz wirled towards the direction of the blast, "Could be some of the Brothers heading this way"he said drawing his .45 and checking the loads "C'mon"

Fitzz snatched his shotgun from the table and headed for the door.

Patrick followed looking concerned "Fitzz" he said " are you sure running out there is a good idea?"

" Not sure of much" Fitzz laughed " But hell Brother,you got your magic swords,what could possibly go wrong"

Patrick shook his head smilling " Your one crazy feth Fitzz"

Fitzz smiled and nodded " It's one of my charms" he said " C'mon lets roll"

The two men exited the cabin,Fitzz pausing to lock the door and jumped into Patrick jeep.

" That way Jewman " Fitzz said pointing down the dirt road leading from the cabin.

They roared off into the deriction of the setting sun.

Quick Question: My character hasn't been killed off in my abscence has he?

Golden Eyed Scout wrote:Quick Question: My character hasn't been killed off in my abscence has he?

No Scout,but if you check the map that ghostly posted,your character is in a area with a great deal of zombie activity,so I'd run like hell if I were you.

ALOT of activity, ive just updated the map

OOC Cool thanks for moving us together, I just need to wait for scarp to post now, kind of buggers up N's plan though

Run scout run

Naomie was getting impatient, she could hear voices muffled voices next door, they were probably discussing if they were going to anwser her or not, while she waited she pulled all her things out of her bag and saw what she had with her, two guns, lots of ammo and some water. She would need need more than if she was going to have to stay in town overnight, she wouldn't be able to get home tonight so she would meet her dad at the wharehouse tommorow. He would be stressing out about that but Charles would talk him into going anyway. Pulling rucksacks and boots out of William's wardrobe she found what she was looking for, his firstaid kit, he took it with him when he went climbing so it must be good. she stuffed it into the side pocket of her rucksack and went through to the kitchen . They were allaways going away on trips together so he all ways had some snackfood in his cupboards. She found a half eaten packet of beef-jerky and some dried fruit, snackfood to him was more what she would classify as heath-food but food was food and it would have to do.

Returning from the kitchen with an armfull of food she packed it into the bottom of her rucksack ontop of the ammo she had stolen, her AR-15 wouldn't fit into the rucksack as well now so she looped the carry strap throught the armstrap of her rucksack and ran her finger down the inscription on the rails, both her assault rifle and her sword had been presents from her dad when she turned 18, not what a normal person got for her birthday, but then she didn't come from a normal family, the insrcriptions were a matching pair hand carved in japan by a master swordsmith, they ran down the side of the gun and the center of the blade, blessing the bullets to always hit home and the sword to always bite deep. The scripture not something she paritcually beleved in but, she was always beeting her dad at shooting so it must mean something

Waiting on the reply she decided she would stay in the wharehouse for the night. Her dad did all his buisness from their so it was built like a brick, his armoured Hummer also was their so aslong as she could get in she would be safe. But the wharehouse was all the way over on the NW. corner of town and she didn't know who else was out their, looters were probably having a field day over in the shops in that area.

She banged on the wall again and got a reply, she quickly moved to the front door and waited for it to open. Furniture scraped along the floor as whoever was inside cleared th door. the door opened so she could see inside a little but was stopped by the chain holding it shut.

A man, only a couple of years older than she was, popped his head into the crack and snapped "what do you want"

Oh daaaammmmnnn..... I'ma get fethed.

Feth fethe fethfethefethefethfethfethfeth Was all that ran through David's mind as he booked it. The road he'd been running on had not been forgiving to his weakend ankle.

The crazies running after him had not done him any favors. He threw his gun hand out behind him and squeezed off two shots, not bothering to check and see if he even hit anything.

Dave saw the warehouse, the forest behind it.

Dave leapt over a wiast high security railing, rolling on to his right soide as he came down, avoidng as much damage to his ankle as possible. He ran into the forest that was a few yards away from the
the road. He pressed up against a tree, trying to steady his breathing, and checked the magazine in the .45. he had eight shot left in it, and another two mags to reload.

Way more of those crazy feths then 38. He thought. He could hear them moaning and groaning. The tree line where dave was hiding was sparse. He needed to get further in.

Dave frowned as he abandoned his cover. He heard a few shouts, moved quicker.

Dave was far into the trees when he stopped to breathe. He sat down, back against a tree. He wasn't familiar with this place, and the still processing alcohol didn't make it any easier to recall it.

He looked around, saw a familiar marking in the tree. A large middle finger. He smiled. His friends and he occasionally partied out here. It came back to him.
The lumber yard was only a mile away, a safe place to hide.

He heard the noises of the crazies agian, much louder and stronger then he would have liked.

David poked his head out from behind the tree, and saw a good fifteen of them.

He hide again. If he ran, they would find him. If he stayed put, they would find him.

Dave pushed off and ran like hell itself was chasing him. He was pretty sure it was too.

Their screams and grunts unnerved him, made focusing on navigating the thick forest much harder then it needed to be.

Mike's Hard does not make you this drunk! What the feth is wrong with you goddam it! He screamed at himself.

He risked a look back. Big mistake. A tree branch hit him in the throat, and he flipped over.

One of the creatures was on him before he could move. It jumped on him, and grabbed his arm, trying to bring it to it's mouth.

Dave placed the muzzle against it's temple.

"Dinner ain't ready yet, bitch!" He pulled the trigger. It's brain and blood splattered all over the tree. Dave got up.

Another three were just a few feet away, arms outstretched. He took a stance, and fired twice.
The two closest crumpled, and David readjusted his aim.

He fired, missed. DAMN! He yelled at himself.

Dave fired again, taking it this time. He didn't risk trying to see if the other eleven were following. No way they could have missed the gunshots.
He ran, reloading as he did so. He slid the magazine into his pocket, knowing he'd want three to plug two crazies and then himself if it came down to that.

Another ten minutes, and Dave saw the sign.

Red Forest National Lumber Yard and Paper Mill

"Thank you God." Dave had left his pursuers behind, but knew they would find him again eventually.

he pulled the map out, checking to see where he could hide for the longest. He heard a few gun shots, saw two men leaving in a stagger pattern.

"Feth you God." Dave said as he looked up at the sky. And then it started to rain.

Dave moved quickly, trying to catch up to the other two.

Fitzz sat reflecting in the pasenger seat of Patricks jeep as they sped up the road in the deriction Fitzz had pointed.

He had seen and done alot of crazy gak in his time ridding with the Satans,hell even before that he had been no sort of "decent " citizen,running drugs and busting heads...but he had never,not even during his 10 years in prison,seen anything that even compared with the gak he had seen today.

He thought about what he had to do to both Fire and Grave Digger,two of the people he trusted...and loved most..."Feth" he thought to himself,his thoughts drifting to Tracy,his ex-wife and the boys.

He reached into his jacket and pulled out his cell phone,quickly dailed her number and listened...no answer.

"Feth" Fitzz said.

Partick glanced at Fitzz concerned.

" It's nothing Jewman,just checking on someone." Fitzz said.

Patrick nodded and sped up.

Fitzz closed his eyes, focusing on what was going on around him,he would just have to hope Tracy had gotten away from town and taken the boys to her Fathers cabin.

"Fitzz" Patrick spoke from besides him " Looks like we found something"

The jeeps head lights shown a car in the distance.

" Hope them swords of yours have a bit of magic left" Fitzz said to Patrick as he unholstered his .45 and checked the loads of his sawed off.

They drove on towards the car...

Uh, fitzz, I'm not exactly positive where you were going with your segment, and I honestly have no idea where to go (according to the map, we aren't really close to anyone) so I'm going to let you take the next one, apologies if you see me as lazy, I just don't want to feth anything up, so I'll just do this

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Patrick drove down the rough road, keeping it steady and made sure it didn't run into a tree.

He finally reached the road, driving into town, he saw another car, one person struggling to get into the car.

"Your choice, mate" Patrick said.

Karon wrote:Uh, fitzz, I'm not exactly positive where you were going with your segment, and I honestly have no idea where to go (according to the map, we aren't really close to anyone) so I'm going to let you take the next one, apologies if you see me as lazy, I just don't want to feth anything up, so I'll just do this

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Patrick drove down the rough road, keeping it steady and made sure it didn't run into a tree.

He finally reached the road, driving into town, he saw another car, one person struggling to get into the car.

"Your choice, mate" Patrick said.

OOC: No need for apoligies Karon, I can see where things got a bit confusing,but let me quickly attempt to sum up what my "logic" in my segments was/is.

Sil and Spook had left the lumber yard,and were heading in our direction,which would place them closer to us on the map,as they had reached the road leading to the safe house.
According to ghostly they ran into some zombie trouble,and (this is were I made an assumption in that Spook would fire at least one shot at the zombie) we heard the shot from that encounter.
My character assumes it's some of his club members,and along with Patrick, rushes out to join the fray.

Given that Sil and Spook were headed in our direction before stopping,I figured we were close enough to hear the (Please spook shoot ) shot,and close the distance .

I hope that made sence.

So, if you'd like to have a go at that point,please do so...I'm not worried you'll feth anything up,besides you've got your magic swords

Alright, going by the map, I was a bit confused with the map and the stories, so I think I got everything correct. Thanks for clearing that up, Fitzz, my fault, lol. FYI, we aren't in the city, pretty much ignore my former post.

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Patrick put the car into drive, throwing the car through on a rough beaten trail through the woods going behind the clubhouse and beyond. He kept going until the trail got a bit rough, and converged onto another road. They turned left, since right would have led into town, and kept going. They turned a wide corner and about 15 feet in front of them was another car, with a man running towards the car on the drivers side. Suddenly, a creature resembling a zombie, except extremely agile, narrowly missed him as the man fell to the ground.

"fething bs" Patrick growled as he opened the door, SCAR rifle in hand.

He took aim and hit the monster 3 times in the stomach, it struggling to get up.

Patrick heard a roar as Fitzz handgun blew apart a zombie on the passengers side of the car.

Patrick ran over and kicked the bastard in the hit, hearing a loud crack as the things skull collapsed. It twitched and seizured still.

Jewman helped the man up, eyeing him for what looked like bite marks. Nothing except what looked like a few scratches from the woods.

"Have you been bitten" Patrick said as he shook the man

"N-no, no....thanks for helping me, I was as good as dead" the man said

"My name is Sil" the man said "Me and my friend, Spook, have been struggling to get away from the lumberyard, until we hit a man, and then zombies attacked us." Sill said

"Yeah, I see what your saying" Patrick said as he spotted 2 other shambling horrors running towards them "Come on, get in your car, follow us, we know where to go" Patrick hurried

"Fitzz! Get in the car, hurry" Patrick yelled

Fitzz and Patrick hurried into the car, Sil had safely gotten in and awaited us to move. The thing has ceased moving.

"Those guys names are Sil, the one I helped, and Spook is the one that was in the car" Patrick said as he backed up the car and headed back towards the trail to the clubhouse."

"Nice shooting back there" Patrick and Fitzz said at the same time, laughing after that.

They reached the turn, and sped on, Sil and Spook right behind them.

OCC: I feel like the kid no one likes chasing after the bus

IC: N suddenly came to a realisation as he walked along the road. The realisation was that it wasn't such a great idea to head that way after all. What confirmed this was a disturbing sound coming from what seemed like a couplem of blocks away.

Not wanting to get caught up with the possible junkie riot that seemed to be heading away he turned around and began to run down the main street. Eventually he started to finally recognise some of the streets. As he ran he heard another group from in front. He cursed his luck, if it wasn't for his low level of supplies he would be safe within the fortress he had made.

He took the first left after passing the apartment. Then ran towards the big building at the end of the street. There was a bike standing at the door, it slightly open. Perhaps he would find help inside.

He had hoped to find some people to figure out a way to avoid the riot. Slowly it started to sink in that they weren't junkies, but the shambling corpses he had heard about occasionally. Seeing a few zombie movies he knew that if this was the case, they were all screwed.

He entered the building, it appeared to be an apartment block. Not wanting to attract the wrong kind of attention he decided not to call out for people but to instead explore the building in the hopes of finding help.

Many of the floors were abandoned, but eventually he managed to find someone. It was a girl, standing in front of a door that was open slightly. She seemed to be talking to someone.

"Hey do you thi.." said N, interrupted mid sentence. The girl pointed a handgun straight at him. N could almost feel it poking him in the forehead even though they were at least five meters apart.

OCC: Fixed

OCC: Also probably a good time to bring it up but are they the more traditional slow and dumb zombies or simply infected canibals (28 days later (not zombies ))?

[OOC: It seems like we may have a mix of zombies - the ones everyone has RP'd have been the slow dumb ones, but Ghost has brought in some fast/monster type things, though we are not sure what they are yet]

OCC: Maybe he's just really slow

OOC: It looks like ghosty is bringing in L4D style zombies, as in they are mutating (like I said in one of my posts)

OCC: I hate Tanks so much >_>

OOC: is that me you've met cause I'm still in the big apartment block waiting for Scarper to post something, If ghosty could hijack him that would be good cause it's slowin me down

just wait until we meet a witch and the real reason ghostys never on is he's on L4D 1+2 lookin for insparation

OCC: Yeh it was, last post of yours I read something about a warehouse and I just looked at the map. Saw the red spray paint effect sneaking up and ran for the building with the two dots in it

Well if we meet a Witch, Scarp can poke it with a stick for us

So that big box on the map you and Scarp are hiding in, that's the apartment building?

OOc: yeah and my characterwas in her boyfriends apartment when she heard voices, some wall banging latter and she's wating at the front door speaking to scarp(who hasn't replyed) the wharehouse is going to be the building next to GES on the currnt map

OCC: So just go with your one or go back and edit running up a few floors trying to find someone to help?

You hate tanks do you?...

*begins to think*

and not just L4D, but also dead rising, nazi zombies, and the entire romero 'of the dead' compilation. I have plans...great plans.

OOC:
Dead Rising yes
Romero yes

I just see tanks ripping apart everyone in this game so easily though. It's not that they're so hard to kill it's just they're always such jerks. This one time on the Heavy Rain campaign, I save some n00b from one, he gets on the boat. I'm just about to do the same, but get uppercutted over the boat by a tank out of nowhere

So if you must, can it only be one and be for a big finish?

Dervish, realizing that something was up, thought to hide in his friends basement. He was out of town for the week and he knew he could hide out till then, his old 'friend' probably wouldn't be too happy to see him.

He then headed for the basement with his supplies and decided to hide out there until Saturday, he'd heard screaming and stories of the dead. He did not like this at all.

OOC- I've got to go away until Saturday, any chance we can have me hiding out in a basement until I can join back in?

No worries, but please dont be upset if your character's been munched by the time you get back- this IS a survival game after all. Now, in other news, Scarp hasn't posted for a good long while, so ive PMed a warning and hijacked his character for 24hours.

IC: Scarp watched as the girl turned and began to leave. He felt bad, but knew it was for the best. After partaking in a long shift at the hospital, and watching people with even the most minor of injuries die, well, he was afraid of seeing another die. Sighing deeply, he shut the door again, and boarded it back up.
As he hammered the last nail back into place, he turned round to find his friend, Lawrence looking really shifty.
“Mate, what’s the matter?”
Lawrence seemed to have trouble finding the words. “I- as in, err… My girlfriend’s not looking so good. She got bitten by some psycho on the way here, and….well you better come look.”
Scarp swallowed hard, and headed for the bedroom …

OCC: Now we just wait to see if I get shot

the door closed as the man pulled back inside his flat, she heard furniture scraping again as the inhabitants hastilty tried to rebuild the baricades,
finnaly she could divert her full attention to the person who had tried to sneak up on her from the stairs.

"what the hell do you want" Naomie yelled down the corridor, brining her other hand up to steady the gun.

"Just somewhere safe to go. Sounds like a riot is starting up outside so I ran for the nearest building" replied N, trying to remain calm despite having a gun in his face.

"alright then, we atleast have one thing in common" She replied, lowering the gun "theirs nowhere to hide in here, if your coming, come, if not stay here, I'm getting the hell otta dodge and if you can to, if you keep up"

She walked past him uncliping her helmet from her belt as she walked down the stairs, he stood their looking stuppified before coming after her.

Knowing his options, it would have probably meant death if he stayed in the building. "So where are we going anyway?" he asked, following her down the stairs. The two walking at a fast pace, almost running.

"My dads wharehouse on th other side of town, if we can hold out the night he'll be here in the morning to get us out of here" they reached door and she asked "do you have a gun, you'll probably need one"

"Nope no gun... Crappy time to not have one either. Name's N by the way" he replied.

"Naomie" she said as she got on the bike and started the engine "hop on then, and we'll get out of here"

they pulled out of the car park and headed towards the main road that bisected the town, crossing the main road and heading into the road oppisite they were faced with a horde of shambiling crazies

"okay then... can't go that way" Naomie muttered

pulling back onto the main road the headed for the crossroads and headed west towards the forest, turning up another road that would take them to the wharehouse upon reaching the industrial park they are confunted by anothergroup, smaller this time. unable to get to the entereance of the building Naomie headed for the forest certain they would have a chance amoungst the trees.

"Hang on" she shouted "this is gonna get rough"

"Your not serious are you" called back N as they bounced off the road and onto one of the dirt paths snaking through the forest.

the dirtbike easily handeled the path but N had to duck down to avoid being hit by the low hanging branches as they wound their way through the forest, eventually coming out on a dirt road.

OOC: could we get another map please

"Nice shooting back there" Both men said at the same time and the burst out laughing.

Fitzz lit a cigarette and thought to himself,for only knowing the guy a few hours he thought Jewman was a pretty good guy...and had definatly proved he was good in a scrap.

"So" Fitzz spoke "These two guys following us, Spook and..." Fitzz paused.

"Sil" Patrick said " Other guys named Sil"

"...Sil." Fitzz said " Neither of 'em bit...are they?"

" Not that I saw mate" Patrick said to Fitzz " Of course I didn't fully check them out."

" Oh...we will" Fitzz said tapping the double barrels of his sawed off "...and if they have so much as a nibble on them."

Patrick nodded his understanding of what Fitzz had just implied.

"...Sil?" Fitzz repeated,more to himself then to Patrick.

"That's what the man said." replied Patrick.

Fitzz nodded slowly, "I know that name." Fitzz thought to himself.

Several moments later both vehicles pulled into the field in front of the safe house.

Where exactly is Sil?

Cause I was planning on meeting up with him, kinda why I moved my character to the lumber yard.

Golden Eyed Scout wrote:Where exactly is Sil?

Cause I was planning on meeting up with him, kinda why I moved my character to the lumber yard.

OOC: Your having a bit of bad luck my friend,as of now both Sil and Spook are in a car parked behind Patrick and Myself at my Motorcycle clubs safe house.

If you look at the map,the safe house is located several miles to the South East of the Lumber Yard,so steal a car from the lumber yard or something and get moving this way.

The building in the middle of the forest, you missed him if you can find a resonable excuse to get to the safehouse you can meet us their, it seems to be where everybody is

edit Ninja got Ninja'd

FITZZ wrote:

Golden Eyed Scout wrote:Where exactly is Sil?

Cause I was planning on meeting up with him, kinda why I moved my character to the lumber yard.

OOC: Your having a bit of bad luck my friend,as of now both Sil and Spook are in a car parked behind Patrick and Myself at my Motorcycle clubs safe house.
If you look at the map,the safe house is located several miles to the South East of the Lumber Yard,so steal a car from the lumber yard or something and get moving this way.

DAMMIT!!!!!!! CHEESE IT DAVE!!

Dave booked it. He seemed to be doing alot of tat these days. The people he thought e'd seen turned out to be an illusion. He cursed his luck, and God, once again.
Dave put the pistol in the hoslter when he realised they weren't there.

He turned, and ran to the parking lot. There was a dirt bike, keys still in the ignition. The driver lay slumped on the ground. Dave took the .45
out, keeping an eye on it as he approached. It popped up. One squueze brought the hammer down, the bullet tearing right through it's left eye.

Dave searched it, found a wllaet. he looked inside. He looked remarkably like the man he'd just killed on the driver's liscence.

Goodbye Dave, hello Nathan Morris.

Dave got on the bike, gunned it, and drove off, hoping the bike had enough gas to get him the hell outta here.

He could hear the psychos following, screaming grunting. Dave gunned it, hoping to hell he didn't break his neck in a crash. He speed off, trying to find a dirt road in
the lumber yard to travel off. All he succeded in doing was attracting more of the crazy feths to him.

David pulled a 180, and drew the pistol. He aimed, taking two in the head. He fired again and again, taking one more. He slid the gun back into it's holster.
He reeved the engine. Dave peeled out, nearly losing his balance. He headed into the crowd. They stumbled after him like they were in a drunken stupor.
When he neared, they seemed to pull there stuff together, picking up speed and coordination. At least until he passed.

He exited the way he came, driving through the forest. The tangled roots, low hanging branches, and rocks and weeds threw his terrible driving skills into stark relief.

A branch, the same one that ad nearly done him in earlier, hit him across the face again. He flew off the back, landing on his back.
The bike smashed into a tree, wrecked.

Dave forced himself up. Blood streamed from his nose and mouth. His weakened ankle ahd been further injured in the fall. Dave got up, leaning against a tree for balance.
He looked behind him, regretted it. They were stubborn bastards, and didn't give up easily. Dave wouldn't be able to outrun with his bum leg. He reached up, grabbing
onto the branch. He climbed higher and higher, till he was a good thrity feet above the forest floor. The branches weren't too far apart. If he was willing to risk it, he could
maybe jump from them, climb back up, and repeat.

The prospect was not fun. But it was better then the alternative. A few, no more then five, had begun to follow. The rest looked up numbly, cheated of whatever the hell it was they wanted. Dave graoned.

"Feth you God." He leapt. He hand wrapped around a thick sturdy branch. He swung for a minute or so, more out of shock then anything else.

He pulled himself up, laying across the branch on his stomach.

'Just a few more miles of this and I can be back in town." Dave muttered to himself, using a branch above him to steady himself. He leapt again,
trying not to thinka bout what would happen if he fell.

He would either die on impact, or break his neck and be alive while they ate him.

Neither appealed to him.

Right. Naomie and N are on the other side of town, because the undead are blocking all roads. Coincidently, they’re also the safest out of all of you. Another note, is the rapidly expanding pool of undead or the left, is not me making it hard for no reason. Oh no, its me making it hard for a specific reason. Clarabelle has been stripped down to its bones, and the undead are migrating towards the town. And your holdout is smack bang in their path. Now, more of the infected are in the northwest, and outbreaks are significantly increasing in size throughout. It’s my humble opinion that your safe house is going to be your grave. Please be aware that, as this is a survival game, I will swarm you, and I will eat you, its just im a nice guy, and prefer to give people a chance. So there was your forewarning. I’ll point out there’s something on the radio you might wanna listen in on.

A zombie staggered into a wall. It fell back over, and, after much deliberation, clambered back to its feet, and staggered into the wall again. Nearby, a pair of the undead chewed on a severed leg. Where the owner of the leg was, had yet to be determined. A couple of zombies were locked inside a car. They were even seat belted in. A crashed ambulance smoked weakly, its nose wrapped round a lamppost. A body bag that lay discarded on the road twitched and convulsed with life, as the resident within reanimated. On the roof of a nearby fast food restaurant, a trio of ghouls sat on their haunches, surveying the movements of their slower brethren below. It was strange, but the town, was now more peaceful than it had ever been before…

EDIT: Bastard GES! you have to change your post, dont you?! Ahh well I'd look out for the ghouls if i were you, theyre like hunters, but they dont neccissarily wear hoodies...

Dave had jumped from branhc to branch like fething tarzan for twenty minutes when his luck ran out. The next branch he grabbed gave out under his weight
and momentum. He screamed, the sound of his voice masked by the thunderous crack of the splintering wood. He began t spiral into a lazy flip.

Until he hit the next branch. It too gave out, and he fell. Again. He flipped, until the third branch caught him. He lay facedown, chest and stomach on fire.
He probed them. Two moved inwards as he gingerly poked them. His vision swam, and he nearly fell again.

He looked down. It was only twelve feet to the ground. None of the, dare he say it, zombies were following. He dropped, and fell on his ass.
The ground was littered with pine needles that cushioned his fall. A pine cone, however, did wedge itself ina very uncomfortable position.

Dave jumped up, throwing the cone as he did so. "Damned thing." He checked the pisotl and the magazines, making sure they were loaded.
He limped away, clutching his bruised midsection. They ached, and exploeded with pain every time he gasped a breath in.

He had a faint idea were he was. He'd driven by the old biker by many times, and he could see the outline of the building from where he was. He put more
speed into his walk, frowning as he barely keep from crying out in pain. he looked at his hand. It came away with blood. A stick had lodged it's way into him.

Dave ran, his only desire to reach the (hopefully) safe haven. He crashed into the back door, and began to slam his fist against it, hoping someone, anyone(living)
would hear it.

EDIT: Ghosty, is that any wya to talk to your players? Didn't your momma teach you nothin? Don't worry, I did put yself back with the others in this post.
I edited it to make some sense, as well as give a bit of a better chane of survival sinc emy character could see farther in the trees, thus knowing a few routes to take to get to
safety.

Fitzz climbed from Patricks jeep,resting the 12 guage sawed off on his shoulder and tapping the .45 in his other hand against his hip.

He glanced over at Patrick who had exited the drivers side of the jeep and was standing close by.

In the distance,aparently coming from town was the sound of hundreds of moaing "things".

"My God" said Patrick "we're miles from town...and you can still hear them"

"Things are getting bad fast my man" Fitzz agreed,throwing a look over his shoulder.

"Fitzz" Patrick said "I don't know how much longer we will be safe here...we may want to think about moving"

" Yea" Fitzz said "But ta tell the truth Jewman..I don't think anyplace is gonna be all that safe soon".

Patrick nodded in agreement.

" For now" lets go check these two guys out" Fitzz said motioning towards the car in wich Sil and Spook sat.

Fitzz and Patrick slowly aproached the other mens car.

Dave leaned against the wall. Nobody had heard him in ten minutes of slamming his fiston the metal door.
his hand came away with some blood, the knuckles torn open. Dave leaned against the wall. He stood up, one shoulder against the wall.
He walked to the front, hearing voices. He slid his .45 out, clicking the safety off. There were four men, talking.

He pointed the gun at them, walking into the open.

"DROP! NOW!" Dave fired once, twice. The creature dropped, one in the chest, one in the face. The others started, raising guns to train on him.
Dave slumped against one of the bikes in the parking lot. His vision swam, and he shook his head to try and clear the cobwebs.

"You're welcome." He hoped that zombie was the only one for a few miles.

As Fitzz and Patrick started toward the men seated in their car another noise carried through the night.

Banging...some one was banging on the rear door of the safe house.

"Can't be one of the Brothers" thought Fitzz,they all have keys to get in..."Maybe" he thought it's one of those things.

He glanced at Patrick who had heard the noise as well.

"Stay put Jewman" Fitzz said rushing towards the cabin "and keep your gun on that fething car...if they even look like their gonna move...waste 'em both."

"Fitzz I.." Patrick started,but Fitzz was already rushing through the cabin door.

Inside he could here the pounding on the rear door even louder,he slowly aproached the door and turned the lock keeping his .45 at the ready.

A teenaged boy who looked like he had been through a meat grinder tumbled inside onto the floor.

Fitzz quickly slammed and locked the door and drug the kid to the couch sitting him there.

In the kitchen the radio was on,Fitzz paused for a moment as the news reporter spoke franticly...

OOC: woops look like Scout and I went to different ways on how we meet.

Wich do you prefer ??..Scout.

FITZZ wrote: OOC: woops look like Scout and I went to different ways on how we meet.

Wich do you prefer ??..Scout.

I like yours better.

Golden Eyed Scout wrote:

FITZZ wrote: OOC: woops look like Scout and I went to different ways on how we meet.

Wich do you prefer ??..Scout.

I like yours better.

Ok then,we go with that one your on the couch beat all to hell,I'm standing in the kitchen doorway listening to the radio,and "Patrick" is outside with his gun on Sil and Spook..(who should jump in soon).

And Go...

Dave lay still on the couch. It was ratty, and covered in who knows how many years worth of vomit and other bodily fluids, but it was better then
hitting tree branhces for thirty feet.

Dave rolled over after five minutes, and poked his fingers into the hole that had been left from the branch. He could feel the stick still inside,
lodged between his two broken ribs.

Dave groaned as he grasped it, and began to tug it out. The pain was worse then anything he'd felt, worse then getting ring worm from a mat,
worse then getting dropped on his head accidently during a match. He stopped. It protruded an inch from his body.

Dave sat up.

"Hey... not to be a bother but..." He trailed off, and fell on the floor.

Fitzz heard the kid speak behind him...followed by the crash of the kid colapsing to the floor.

"Feth" Fitzz said,this kid was beat half to hell...and...was that a branch sticking out of his side?

"Holy gak little man" Fitzz thought "what the hell have you been trough".

He rushed to the cabin door and called "Jewman,Feth those two for now" he said indicating the two men in the car.." or kill 'em...I need you in here,we got a hurt kid...bad hurt".

Patrick glanced at Fitzz and rushed into the cabin.

"Hurt kid?" Patrick said " what the feth.."

Patrick glanced at the young man and shook his head,"Holy feth Fitzz...is he bit"

" I dunno Jewman" Fitzz said " But he has a tree growing out of him." Fitzz thought for a moment and continued " Check him out...help himif you can...but if he's bit" Fitzz stared at the kid " Put one in his head."

" What about the two guys outside?" Patrick asked

Fitzz paused for a moment and locked the cabins door,

"Feth 'em for now"Fitzz said and returned his attention to the radio broadcast.

OOC: Oh my gosh :O i honestly didn't mean to offend GES, it was just a bit of light hearted banter. m like that with all my m8s. Whoops. Ok, i formally apologise for any wrong feelings i may have caused.

IC: The radio crackled with static, and it didn’t help that there was a lot of background noise, but someone was talking, or, rather, screaming.
++ Listen to me! *Fzzzzttt* we can *fzzzt* it – Are you bit-*Fzzzt* ++
It became apparent to Fitzz that he was listening into someone else, who was broadcasting to the town.
++Nonononono this cant be happe- *Fzzzt* we’ve come so far. I’m sorry, this is for your own *Fzzzt* -ood++
A single gunshot rang out from the radio, and Fitzz instinctively ducked. Feeling foolish he rose back to his feet, and carried on listening.
++*audible weeping* T-this is an emergency broadcast from the city of Wakesfield – We have holed up in the radio tower, but we cant keep them out much longer. The freaks, they’re – they’re mutating *Fzzzzttt* Don’t trust what you have seen, they’ll be *Fzzzt*++

Screaming began to echo through the radio speakers, followed by a panicked staccato of gunfire.

++Oh god they’ve broken through. If your listening to me, you have to avoid all towns and cities, the undead are strippi- *Screams and more gunfire* these populated areas bare, and migrating onwards. They’re mutating, evolving- they’re adapting to their conditions *Fzzzzt* I repeat, theyre evolving! Avoid towns! Southern America is still relatively clear! Run for you -*Fzzzzzzzt*++
The recording carried on for a couple more seconds, with the volume of gunfire decreasing, and the screams of the dying increasing. Fitzz switched the radio off, and held his head in his hands…

@Ghosty: It's okay, I guess my tone didn't come across as I'd hoped. I was joking.

Patrick removed the stick as gently as possible. The blood and lack of tools made it feel like a medievil triage station.
He pulled the stick out halfway.

Dave woke up.

"FETH! FETH! FETHFETHFETHFETH!!!!! GODDAM YOU, GET THE FETH OFF!" Dave screamed in rage and pain. His jerking movements finally freed the stick,
though alot of blood leaked freely from the wound. He grasped the stick.

"Feth you you sonuvabitch. i hope your mother is chopped down and turned into toilet paper so I can wipe my ass with her." He spoke. The outburst made him feel better.
He sat back down,

Patrick pressed a cloth to his wound, and wrapped duct tape around his stomach.

"Sorry, best I can do." Patrick apoligised.

'No problem." Dave groaned.
The white cloth had already turned red. but nothing else came out, so Dave didn't complain.

He stood up.

"Nathan, Nathan Morris." he extended his hand out to the man who'd pulled most of the stick out.

"Patrick. Call me Jewman."
"Fitzz." They shook hands.

"Sorry if this puts pressure on you guys, but we need to get the hell outta here." David/Nathan said.

"Why? Something wrong? Aw Christ, they were following you weren't they?" Fitzz moaned.

"Yeah. Hence the injuries. But while I was running, I got some high ground for a while. Saw a metric crap ton heading our way." David/Nathan replied.

'Where from?" Patrick asked.

"Everywhere. Here." David pulled out the map from his back pocket. He laid it flat on the floor, wincing as he knelt.

He laid out the exact directions of the hordes, and estimated their numbers.

'We got three options."

"One: We head south to the bottom end of town, then head northeast. This will take some time though."

"Two: We northeast now, and hope to circumvent the nearest hordes."

"Three: We try and wait it out here. Not exactly high on my list of options."

Dave sat back down as Fitzz and Patrick conversed.

So, who wants to make the next decision?

OOC i'll have a post up in a min so we all can hear the brodcast

Edit: what time do you guys make it in game

I dunno, early evening i suppose, about 8.00pm?

Naomie thought about their dsision to head into the woods ,

"how long's this baby gonna last us" she though and gave the fuel tank a knock it gave back a solid thud "at least half full"

"its gonna get dark soon" he said to her who was looking around glancing at shadows "we gotta get back into town, finnd somewhere to hole up"

She grunted a reply and they headed back into town, stopping at the first shop they saw, Naomie stopped the bike and got off pulling her lockpicks from her back pocket

"kep an eye out i'll only be acouple off minutes" she snaped crouching down and begining to pick the lock. Gaining enterance to the small shop, which luckly for them still had its security shutters down Naomie pulled th bike inside and closed the door, she knew they wouldn't be able to stay for long tomorrow, they had to keep moving, away from town if possible. Handing N her pistol she told him to go check the back moving through the back room N said he saw nothing and that the backdoor was locked. Naomie started looking around she found that they had ended up in an general convenience store the crappiest day of her life just picked up a little. on the counter was a radio she swept it up and quickly turned it on trying to see just how bad this was.

as the radio played the standard emergency brodcast speil Naomie and N set to work they found a small daysack for N to put stuff in and quickly filled it up with dried food and water Naomie checked behind the counter and found a Grenade Launcher and 50 rounds of ammo, that would do nicely she thought and was just coming out from behimd the counter when the radio changed what it was saying

"hey!, N, get through here we're not gonna have to survive on our own after all" she called. she heard the clatter of shelves hitting the wall as N let a set fall against the back door and they both stood silently listening to the other survivors last words.

once the brodcast finished and the radio was dead silent they decided to head east and the south hopefully managing to avoid most of the "freaks" as the man on the radio put it.

spreading whatever soft objects they found on the floor they managed to make a bed that could comfotably fit one of them. they decided to sleep in shift and Naomie took first watch. unstraping the AR from her pack she filled the spare magizines they had found in the shop, which unfortunately had no other guns or ammo lef.t with all the ammo she had stolen this morning relising that having ammo in a box would not help for them

they needed a way out of this place i things went tits up a look out of back keyhole showed a sewer hole in the road behind the shop that would have to be it, their were crowbars on the shelves so they could use them to open the hole they would just have to get there, but if it came to that they would have to leave the bike, that wasn't good

OOc I put the time around 2100 at the minute so it would be starting to get darkish you other guys should probably start moving somewhere
and sorry but i know the "general convenience store" is the mary sue of shops but it works and they're relatively common in america
so sorry n0t you but it's all i could think of, we're so dead

OOC: I suppose we can assume that Sil and Spook were sitting in the car listening to the radio broadcast,thus their inactivity during this time ( Hint guys...jump in soon.)


BIC:

" Fitzz" Patrick said " We need to make a decision soon mate"he paused and then continued " If we stay here much longer...we are done for."

Fitzz nodded, " I know Jewman,especialy since those things were following the kid".

Fitzz paused thinking,the kid had laid out a fairly accurate surmation of their options,and heading the opposite direction of these things seemed like the best choice.

He thought further about the radio broadcast,seemed like town was done for...but,he thought "We have ammo,we have weapons...but not much food or water".

He knew their was some food in the safe house...but most of that was in the fridge...not much they could take with them.

" Alright" Fitzz said "Let's get it in gear" he walked to a closet and hauled uot several ruksacks.

"Kid" Fitzz said to David " Go in the kitchen,every can of food you can find,shove 'em in one of these sacks...take everything that wont rot on us"

"Jewman" The Satans keep some med supplies in the bathroom...stuff we keep in case one of the Brothers gets hurt and we can't take him to a hospital,if you get my meening" Fitzz thought of having to stitch up a few knife wounds in that bathroom himself as weel as removing a bullet or two. "Take everything you think we may need."

Fitzz went to the gun locker and begin to pack ammo into a rucksack,he glanced in to a corner of the locker and grinned ear to ear.

* Property U.S. Army*
Caution Explosive
Extreme Care in Handleing
12 Count Grenades

Fitzz read the words that were stenciled across a medium sized crate and laughed.

"One of the brothers scored nicely" Fitzz laughed and hualed the crate out and placed it with the sack of ammo.

He then quickly ran to a small safe and opened it,fishing out $3000.00 dollars in cash " You never know" he said to himself, along with a metal strong box witch he slipped into one of the rucksacks.

" How we doing!" Fitzz yelled to the two others..

"Fine!" Dave yelled out. He clutched his side.
God don't let me laugh.

He threw a mixture of cans in the bags, so that if they lost one bag, they wouldn't lose an entire food group.

Dave tore through the kitchen, looking for water or drinks.

He found two 24 packs of bottled water. He did some mental math, and threw eight bottles into the six bags.
Dave lurched into the main room, saw Fitzz standing over a crate that had military stenciling on it.

"Any .45 ammo in there?" Dave asked.

"Didn't know sixteen year olds were allowed to pack heat." Fitzz replied, turning.

"We're not. I kinda came across it."

Fitzz nodded in understanding, and took another box out from the closet. he tossed it, and two more magazines to Dave.

He began to reload, hoping he wouldn't have to use them.

Fitzz glanced at the kid nodding,"Fair enough" he said tossing a box of .45 amunition to the young man.

"Make sure ya load up the magazines ya got" Fittz said " Hold on to the rest...in case we get seperated"

Fitzz thought for a moment and reached into the locker,"Here" He said tossin a small handgun to David who caught it deftly.

" That's what I call a 4 banger" Fitzz said " It's a 4 shot deringer...45 caliber as well...load it...stick it in your pocket" Fitzz looked at the kid sternly..he continued " If we do get seperated...and if ya run out of ammo for your Big .45...at least that little baby gives you a few shots...and...a way out if ya have to take it."

The kid nodded,understanding what Fitzz ment by "a way out."

"You get the food sqaured away " Fitzz asked,and the kid nodded.

"Good" Fitzz said " Were almost ready to roll" a grin parted Fitzzs lips "But first.." Fitzz removed a grenade from the case.

" I may have a question or two for our friends in that car outside"

OOC: Apologies for my absence, I had business to take care of today.

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Patrick finished packing away the little medical supplies they had into his backpack.

"Fitzz, come on, lets go check on those guys outside." Patrick yelled

They went out the back door, Patrick walking towards the passenger side door with Fitzz behind, Jewman had his Taurus drawn.

Patrick walked up the window smashing it with the butt of his gun.

"Listen, if you were even touched by one of those bastards, I want you to show me, or I will make you eat so much lead you'll gak a bullet." Patrick roared into Sil's face.

Sil stammered and struggled for an answer

Patrick backhanded him and screamed "LISTEN, if you both don't answer me within the next 3 seconds, zombies will be the last of your worries"

Sil and Spook both answered "No"

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OOC: It looked like you had something you wanted to do here Fitzz, so I left it open and them still in the car.

Fitzz ran to the other side of the car yanking the door open and Aiming his .45 at the drivers head.

" I think you boys had better do what Jewman says" Fitzz said " else things are gonna get real bad real quick".

Fitzz glanced over at the man known as Sil...

" I know this guy from some where" Fitzz thought "But where"

From the porch the kid spoke " Hey guys...looks like we have some company".

A lone zombie stagered from out of the woods.

"melon-fether" Patrick growled as he slammed the door of the car.

Patrick ran closer to the bastard, taking aim. The gun cracked a shot off, the bullet took off the zombies ear off.

Patrick shot again, the bullet zipping through it's skull, dropping it.

He immediately saw around 11 zombies, all of them shambling through the treeline.

"GET THE feth OUT OF THE CAR" Patrick screamed, firing off a few shots into the zombies, clipping one of there knees.

All of them ran into the house through the backdoor, slamming it. The kid ran inside, keeping the door open for them.

Fitzz ran over and said "Come on mate, we can pick them off from inside"

Patrick nodded and ran inside with fitzz in tow. Fitzz threw a few rounds into the treeline, dropping one of them.

Patrick ran to the table, grabbing his SCAR rifle.

Jewman kneeled at the doorway with Fitzz, both of them firing off rounds into the shambling horrors. Soon, all of them were dead or unable to move.

Patrick saw something crawling in the treeline, growling. He knew it was not a normal zombie.

Jewman dropped the gun and drew one of his swords, just as the thing flew through the air, zooming through the air, patrick attempted to skewer it mid-flight, but he didn't get the angle, it slammed him to the floor, sliding 6 feet on the ground, Patrick struggled, but it started to claw at him.

All he heard for the next 9 second was a boom and ringing. The grasshopper-esque zombie had its brains all over the wall next to him.

Fitzz extended his arm and helped Jewman up.

"Mother of god, mate, we have to get moving" Patrick said

" Damn right Jewman " said Fitzz " Let's roll"
"Kid" Fitzz yelled for the teenager "Gtab the gear...were going"

Patrick,the kid and Fitzz quickly gathered all the supplies they had tucked into the rucksacks and rushed outside.

The kid limping badly followed as quickly as he could "Where the feth are we gonna go" he asked.

"Anyplace but here" Patrick said as they quickly loaded his jeep with the rucksacks

"Fitzz" Patrick said with some concern " I hope your not planning on ridding that motorcycle of yours".

"Naw Jewman" Fitzz said " When it's a toss up between style and your next breath...your next breath always wins"

Fitzz,Patrick and the Kid piled into Patricks jeep.

"What about them?" the kid said gesturing to the two other men.

"They wanna follow us" Fitzz started " Then let 'em...if not...feth 'em."

Patrick started the engine and the three tore off into the night .

[OOC: Bloody hell - a lot to catch up on now ]

[OOC: Edit: Assume that Sil and Spook are following in their truck, I will add some RP in this post later as I'm back at work now ]

OOC: Awwww lucky move there silver, i was about to swoop in

And you do not want me to swoop in, as scarp has just foun out...

Scarp opened the door into the bedroom, and noted a disturbing stench that permeated from the gloom. He also noted there was a low and menacing growl. He switched the lights on.

Lawrence’s girl was no longer one of them. She was sitting on her haunches, a mixture of vomit and spittle dribbling freely down her chin. Her cold, glazed eyes were fixed on him, or rather, fixed on his throat. She let out a screech and leapt. Defenceless, scarp was in trouble. She, or it, collided with him and sent them flying across the room. The ghoul tore frenziedly at him, blood fountaining out of his torn open throat. He tried vainly to push her off, but his strength was fading as quickly as his blood was leaving his body. She had dug her hand into his innards and began twisting. He felt her cold fingers against his stomach. She squeezed, and pulled it clean out. Scarp stopped moving, and his eyes slowly glazed over. He was finally at peace…
The ghoul turned its eyes on Lawrence, who was curled up in the corner, head in his hands. She smiled, and leapt.

FATALITY

Oh, I also forgot.
As Fitzz turned around, and began moving away from the satan’s hide out, he noted how loud the moaning was, and looked back over to the treeline. What he saw, it chilled him to the bone. There were corpses – A lot, of corpses. All stumbling through the tree’s, as far as the eye could see.

“There must be thousands…”

A couple peeled away from the main swarm, and began sprinting, and leaping towards them. They were closing the distance very fast.

OCC: The weapon is a Grenade Launcher
Obviously that ammo is going to last for ages as it's not a good idea to shoot at a small group.

We're not dead yet, the map has the zombies a fair bit away from us.

IC: "I found our exit" said Naomi, pointing at the keyhole. N looked through it. "The sewer enterance?" he asked. "Yeah" she replied. "That's a pretty bad idea, if we go down there, we'll be trapped" said N.

"So what do we do then?" she asked. "We fortify the main doors and the back room, the manager's office. Then we fill this place up with traps. We spend the night in there, use the security camera's in the morning to check if the coast is clear. Then first thing we do is find a largish vehicle like a bus. We take the bus to a large building that can fit it inside. Then we park it in there, fortify all entrance points then fortify the bus. Meanwhile someone will have to get some fuel. We put this spare fuel on the bus and run a funnel from inside it so we can refuel it without having to leave" replied N. He then walked towards the front door and pushed a few more shelves down on it.

Next he grabbed a basket and then filled it with deoderant spray cans, a couple boxes of nails, a ball of string and a few rolls of tape. "What's this for?" she asked him after he had gathered it all and returned to the back room. "Spike Bombs" he replied. He bashed the nozzle off the can so that it's contents escaped automatically, then put a small piece of tape over it to block it. He then wraped a loop of tape around a deoderant can, sticky side out. Then placed a bunch of nails, their heads on the tape. Finally he tied a piece of string to the top of the can and gave it a quick spray from another can.

"All I have to do is take off the top piece of tape here and light the string, then throw it. The escaping gas will fling it in a direction so the flames might fly back at us a little bit. But it should spin out of control near them, spraying fire then the heat will cause the can to explode. The force will launch the nails out away from it" said N. "Why not just use the grenade Launcher?" she asked.

"Well I think it might be better to save the ammo for it, also it might create a new hole for the crazies to enter through. Although that did just give me a cool escape hatch idea" said N, reffering to the Grenade Launcher.

They finished reinforcing the front of the store, N intended to use the Grenade Launcher to leave so there was no need for a weaker point in it to allow them to leave, but he would be able to use the iron pipe to pry some boards away from the door quickly and quietly if needed.

N, happy with the defensive messures began to set some traps, clearly marked out to avoid any accidents. He had made sure that they were clear to Naomi. Now all they had to do was wait out the night and see if escaping town was possible in the moring. The store's CCTV monitors had pretty good coverage of the store. The owner was probably tired of shoplifters or something. The entire store was in view as well as the back and front doors, from both sides to prevent anything from sneaking up. N began to think that perhaps they had been more paranoid then annoyed about shoplifters.

OCC: A thought just occured to me. Would it be possible for anyone to become zombies? To represent the smarter ones that occasionally pop up.

[OOC: I was just thinking that n0t_u ]

OOC: its an interesting idea, but im not sure it would work in the long run. See they cant RP in conventional terms. They cant talk, show emotions, issue orders, or anything. It would lead to having to write in a descriptive way as well....Plus, the chances are one of the survivors will put a cap through your head ver. quickly....

OCC: Then they're gone
I suppose you could PM the zombie and say this is your goal for this phase. Or have them help out controlling the zombie hoard that's wandering about. Probably something for next time as it needs a bit of organizing.

@silver:

As Sil and Spook followed the other car Sil leaned over and turned on the radio. Several of the national stations still played music, while the more local stations were given over to wild speculation about what was happening. The radio station from the next town over was off the air completely, a dull static filled the car as they tuned into it. Sil sighed and fiddled with the dial some more but was not able to pick up anything useful. Spook spoke up “Why don’t you try the emergency frequency; just press the ‘EMG’ button and it will tune in automatically.”

Sil’s finger stabbed down on the button and a garbled signal came through.

++ Listen to me! *Fzzzzttt* we can *fzzzt* it – Are you bit-*Fzzzt* ++

The listened in as they drove, occasionally glancing at each other as something else was revealed. They pulled into the parking area of the biker club and watched as the other two went inside. Spook put a hand on Sil’s arm has he went to leave the cab and go into the club. “We should probably listen to the rest of this Sil” he said. Sil glanced around and nodded. “OK, just keep an eye on the woods, OK?”

A few minutes later the club door slammed open and Patrick and Fitzz ran over to them, smashing the passenger window over Sil and yanking open Spook’s door. After some shouting they were frog marched into the club as a group of zombies appeared at the edge of the trees. A blood splattered young boy stood in the hallway, a big, sodden bandage covered most of his side. Sil frowned before moving further into the building. Bags of food, guns and ammunition covered the floor. Gunshots and shouting sounded from the front before the door slammed shut behind him.

“We have to get out of here!” shouted someone. The kid, Patrick and Fitzz grabbed up the bags of supplies and headed out the door. Sil didn’t have his axe, and Spook’s guns were still in his car. Sil turned to Spook “Feth this, we have to get out of here.” The sprinted for the door and their waiting truck. They could just see the tail lights of what Sil assumed to be Patrick’s car vanishing down the road as they made it to their truck. The engine roared to life just as a solid wave of zombies reached them. Hands groped through Sil’s broken window, grabbing at his shirt. A gun went off right next to his ear and the nearest zombie flew backwards, knocking down several others. The car lurched forwards as Spook put it into gear, chasing after the others.

Sil shook his head trying to get the hearing in his ear back and shouted “Thanks man, I owe you one. I’m going to kick those guys’ asses when we catch up with them.” “You and me both.” Replied Spook as he concentrated on driving. Sil shifted in his seat, trying to brush the shattered glass off both himself and his seat.

[OOC: Edit: @ n0t_u - can't see your picture at work I'm afraid ]

OCC: Mindtaker

OOC A GRENADE LAUNCHER and 50 grenades what sort of holigans is this shop keeper up against, Mecha Hitler? thats gonna last forever, also the sewer is a last resort

“There must be thousands…” thought Fitzz.

A couple peeled away from the main swarm, and began sprinting, and leaping towards them. They were closing the distance very fast.

Fitzz thought for a moment, "What the Feth" he said to himself ,pulling the pin on one of the grenades he deftly fliped it towards the pack of closing monsters,were it exploded pulverizing them.

Patrick raised and eyebrow at Fitzz.

Fitzz only shrugged and said " Haul ass Jewman"

Patrick nodded and sped up putting some distance between them and the horde of walking corpses.


OOC: Ok I'm of to work,back in several hours.

As they drove Sil tried his hand held radio several times. He knew it was futile since the woods were overrun by zombies now, but there might still be people working in there that were far enough out from the town that they might not have encountered the zombies yet. He called every few hundred metres, giving the road number and their estimated position on it, telling anyone who was listening where they were and what was happening with the hope that if they heard him, they would be able to make it to the road they were on, or otherwise escape.

Patrick took the Jeep down the dirt road into the main roadway leading into and out of town. He began to pull away from the town till David stopped them.

"No! Head into town. We can lose them there." He called out. Fitzz was strapped into the front seat beside Patrick, and nodded his okay.

They drove into town, before Dave called out more directions.

"LEFT! LEFT GODDAMIT LEFT LEFT!!" He shouted.

Patrick yanked hard on the wheel, taking the turn almsot too fast, and they lost the right hand mirror to a lamp post.

"Head to the street above the park!" He yelled out.

Dave could see the horde, and took aim with his pistol. Fitzz lobbed two grenades, and they were greeted with a shower of red mist.

Patrick ran over a few of the stragglers.

'Left, then right, then left again. Take Millburough Street and we'll be in the clear!" Dave yelled.

He turned in the back of the cab, saw the pickup still following, tacking pot shots as it drove past zombies.

They drove for two more hours before they stopped. The truck was laggin badly behind.

They got out, and busted open two cans of beans to eat.

Though they were far from the city, Dave felt that they were not from the danger.

I know I posted...but its not here..

Can anyone else vouch for seeing that post? I posted it this morning.

Edit: No, I had to post it, since Fitzz post directly references my post.

Edit2: Btw, GES, your post makes no sense. A: I'm driving. B: There is zero possible chance we are out of gas.

OOC: @ Karon..IIRC,the last post you made was the one ending were your character states "Mother of god mate,we have to get out of here" (refering to the safe house)...after that I posted our exodus.

Also,GES has edited his post .

Fitzz sat silently on the bumper of Patricks jeep as Patrick and the kid ate in silence.

"We are to exposed" Fitzz thougt " If we sit out here in the open for to long...we've had it".

But he didn't want to bottle them up in some death trap either.

"Have to think fast" Fitzz thought " Think of a safe place to hold up for a while"

Also...there was the question of the two men in the truck behind them.

Fitzz knew he recognized the one called Sil,he felt he had some ties to a local crime boss Fitzz himself had had dealings with....it would come to him.

He turned to Patrick and The Kid and lit a cigarette.

" WE can't stay out here with our asses in the wind for too long." Fitzz said exhaling smoke " I've got an idea where we can hold up for a while" Fitzz took a drag on his smoke,exhailed and continued "...But getting there may not be easy"

"What do you have in mind Fitzz" asked Patrick

Fitzz smiled evenly "First things first Jewman" he said indicating the truck that had been following them." Make sure your loaded up...and be ready for anything" He glanced at The Kid " You too Kid" Fitzz said "...But stay frosty,don't do gak unless..unless we have to."

Fitzz checked his .45 and fished a grenade from the crate.

In the distance the moans of the walking dead grew.

OOC: Sorry, I phased out for a bit there, I understand ow.

2 Hours of driving, going an average of 45 miles per hour....we've probably went around 100 miles.

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Patrick was pissed. He really wasn't liking the undead. He could have been at home checking his beastmen army list on DakkaDakka if it weren't for this damn virus.

Patrick reloaded his SCAR rifle. The guys in the back had stopped, no doubt out of gas just like them.

He already heard the moans of more dead monsters. He feared what this virus would mutate others in to. They've already encountered the Jumper zombie, and there was bound to be more.

Patrick sighed and fished in his backpack. He found some Advil painkillers, and threw 3 of them to the kid. He nodded.

"Fitzz, do you know who that one guy is like you said earlier? If not, they're dead weight, and better start showing their worth" Patrick said

Fitzz just stared at a lone zombie probably 200 feet away, just shambling towards them.

Patrick shouted at Fitzz

"Sorry, I was spaced" Fitzz apologized

"Come on, lets go see what these two can do that isn't completely useless." Patrick growled

Patrick cocked his rifle.

[OOC: One of you guys can just RP us to come and speak with your characters if you want, it is really weird us just sitting there all the time

I understand it is more difficult to RP a big group, which is why I almost always try and stay a single player for as long as possible (didn't really work this time though ).

Also, Spook's player needs to start doing stuff soon, since I have been controlling him for ages

I will probably have to wait until this evening to RP as I will be busy at work today, but if you want to include Sil and Spook, just have me bashing things with an axe and Spook shooting stuff. We will help carry your kit as well if you want to spread out the weight. Our truck still has a small quantity of petrol left, as it has a big tank, but not too much.]

OOC: silver, you do realise you have been carrying him for a while, i think he said on page 2/3 he was off on hols this week. TBH, i WOULD have killed him by now were it not for the fact he was in your group, protected. I think i might have too though to make it fair in scarper

I won't be able to post till later today, got school. I'll prolly steal my moms laptop again to do it.

[OOC: Ah, OK, I didn't realise he was on holiday. I don't mind RP'ing him until they get back. Just thought they would be missing out if I just kept on controlling them.]

Incidently, i think you guys have gone unchallanged for long enough. a few zombies jumping you at intervals isnt really my style of zombie roleplay. Im gonna make you suffer. Suffer reeeeeaaaal bad ^^


A single zombie staggered towards the group. It seemed to be walking with considerable difficulty, and kept stumbling every couple of feet. It let out a cry of shock, as it hit the floor. ‘Jewman’ turned and looked at the figure that was now lying on the floor. How could you tell if it was a zombie in the end of the day? As if on queue the little Girl let out a feeble cry for help. All the hairs on the back of Patricks next stood on end. It was a little girl, in pain. He began to walk towards the stumbled child, as if mesmerised.

“Its gonna be ok, stay still, are you hurt, are you bit?”

Fitzz had taken a couple of steps forward, but had stopped, and trained his gun on the little girl, who was weeping softly to herself.

“Yo Jewman, stay back, something’s not right here at all.” He grunted, and cocked his gun.

Patrick turned and looked questioningly at the biker, he trusted Fitzz a lot, but this was just a small girl, who had been injured in the fight. However, now he thought about it…something wasn’t right at all. Everything just seemed so perfect…

He turned and looked at the child.He saw things he had overlooked before. Her skin was pale, and blue veins bulged. She also had heavy bruising on the arms, and part of her legs. If he wasn’t mistaken, it looked similar to rigor mortis…

That couldn’t be right, she was still alive. Was she?

The childs head turned, and looked at him. It was encrusted with dried blood and grime, but the way she stared – it began to unnerve him. Maybe he shouldn’t have got so close.

The child was suddenly on her feet, and was leaping at him. A bullet went clean through her head in mid jump, and her frail body was thrown bodily across the street, where it lay crumpled on the floor.

Patrick wiped some of the blood off his face, and turned to see his saviour. It wasn’t Fitzz, as he might have expected, it was David, who’s gun barrel was still smoking.

Everyone was silent. They may have got lucky.

A single scream pierced the gloom.

Another responded.

A Third echoed.

Sil pulled his axe from the truck, and began to look around warily.

“Can you hear that?”

It sounded like the pounding of ALOT of feet.
A swarm of the running infected swarmed from round a corner. A swarm of a couple hundred were running straight at them, and they were closing the distance very fast.

“Oh sh*t.”

OOC: they're a bit too close to get back into your cars without being overrun. You got two choices. Stand and fight, which i predict two will die > or run, and maybe only one will.... You got a proper life and death decision to contend with, but i think you should wait until GES gets back from school, as making a vote without him is unfair.

OOC: now, if you don’t understand the ramifications, I’ll explain it nice and simple. Essentially, what this post has explained is that the undead, were communicating- and they sent a decoy at you. Lookout folks they might go land of the dead on your collective asses!
Would anyone be opposed to a zombie with a chainsaw?

No, but i'm not the one thats getting pwned by zombies

Could you possibly write up something that covers what happens overnight at the shop so we can skip to the morning. N and Naomie anyway, not sure about everone else

also map, pretty please

OCC: You can give them chainsaws and jack hammers, but like in Land of the Dead they won't know how to opperate them and just use them as clubs

Still it was smart how they started stabbing the glass with the jack hammer after a while, if I'm remembering it right.

Hey n0t_u, i found what we're building tomorrow

That is a beastly truck.

Lets see your zombies get through that, also we could pipe fuel from the tank staight to the engine, never having to get out

I vote we get on a boat and sail off to a tropical island

We just need to get to the coast first, then survive the zombie sharks, then the zombie pirates, and finaly bring enough seeds/plant to set up a small farm so we can all live happily ever after

Not to mention tropical babes

We are dramatically understaffed in the female department at the moment

And when you get to the island they'll be zombie natives, Zombie monkey's and-

Zombie Pirates?! what do you think this is, Pirates of the carribean?! No, they'd be Zombie Privateers, thank you very much.

And im sure there would be enough zombie babes to keep you occupied.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekh3hsLpuSI

'nuff said.

Ive actually watched that tbh, and its not that bad.

OOC: I vote we run and lob grenades, and after we've picked off a few, stand a finish the rest off.

Perhaps you should PM everybody to get the votes in in confidence then see what happens

Ahem.

I should have thought of that. PM GO!

Right Pms sent, Not_U and FM Ninja i havent sent to you, as frankly, you have no say in the matter (no offence)

Yeah I woun't of replyed anyway could we get a new map btw as i'm confused as to where they are

[OOC: I've made my vote and also included my reasons. I don't know if I am allowed to share them, so I will not post them here.

Though if Ghosty says it is ok, I will either post them or PM them to anyone who is interested.]

I'd like to keep everyones posts confidential if you dont mind adds a sense of mystique

A new map?! ohhhh boy....ok right ill hop right too it.

Ok, turns out most of the gang are in a different area, so ive made another map. OK?

Dun Dun Dun possible other survivors

and is that the main road or the little road

Little road.

You guys better get outta the town if ya wanna live.

Yeah but I need n0t U as he seems to know what he's doin at this monent in time, he thought up the plan, all i can think off is a plan that i'm not gonna talk about so ghosty doesn't make the zombies counter it before I can enact it

So when are we allowed to post again?

OOC: Ok ghostly you should have my PM as well as my decision on what course of action I choose.

Golden Eyed Scout wrote:So when are we allowed to post again?

I would assume ghostly is going to write the next post,and reveal what happens to us, based on our collective replies to his PM.

...of course I could be wrong.

That makes sense so if only one decides to stay, he gets OM NOM NOM NOMED while everybody else goes "Cheese it"

FM Ninja 048 wrote:That makes sense so if only one decides to stay, he gets OM NOM NOM NOMED while everybody else goes "Cheese it"

Exactly ..IMO it's the most logical way to resolve the situation,since if each pearson were to post their characters actions it would most likely end up a jumbled mess with half the post contridicting the other half.

OCC: I'm going with the cheese it option. While the plan was good that wave of corpses makes me think feth the plan and just get out of there

That dirt bike can catch up with the others

OOC: ok the results are in, but before i post anything, im gonna point out a couple of things. Firstly, leaving someone behind to be, as FM ninja put it, OM NOM NOM'd is all well and good, but maybe 15 dead can surround a body to eat it, but the rest....nah they'd carry on coming. Secondly, grenades are a good choice, but grenades kill by spraying shrapnel. This would have limited effectiveness to a zombies, as being torn in half is jsut a hinderance. Headshots people!

Onto the results - its a tie breaker between standing and fighting, and running for the bunker. so im gonna flip me a coin

2 secs.

Run for the bunker it is.

Now to point out how evil and untrusting you all are

2 people in your group have elected 2 others to be thrown to the proverbial wolves whilst you run for your lives. Now im not gonna reveal who they are, but one of the two WILL be left behind. Of course theirs still the potential chance that others will still die.


So the results are in -

your running for your lives through the tree's in an attempt to get to the bunker, one person will betray you, and one person may die - its all down to my little coin

In regards to Not_u and FM ninja, you two better get out of the town, Dervish is a dead man, and you will be if you dont high tail it ASAP.

Right before i post anything up, im off to have a shower, and brush my teeth.

Naomie woke suddenly, the manegers office was dark lit only by the lights from the monitors, on the monitor just visable as couple of pixels on the horizon all of the cameras their was another small group at the side but they could out run them on the bike the monitors also showed clear at the back so she woke N up.

"we need to get out of here" she said "if we wait any longer we'll be surrounded, so we have to leave on the bike, it still has half a tank of gas left so we'll be able to get pretty far oput of town"

"ok, lets get packed up" he replyed, they packed what they could carry and pulled the bike out from behind the counter

"we're gonna go out the back, but listen, as we leave we gotta light this place up, if we get lucky the whole town will go up and burn down some of the hoard, if not we just made the world's biggest signal fire...grab a bit off that hose as well, we might might need it when we run outta gas.

Naomie lined up the bike with the back door and put the stand down then grabbing a lighter from the Ciggarette stand behind the counter, lighting the folders under the counter on fire. she then got back on the bike she grabbed a bottle of whisky off the shelve,

its the end of the world what else you gonna do she thought she thought she started the engine and N fired the grenade launcher, it made a sizeable hole in the barricade and they gunned the engine and zoomed down the grass at the back of the buildings one of the faster zombies gave chase

"oh sh*t, one of thems comin after us" N yelled, thier was a definate tone of terror in his voice

OOC we're on the main road heading out to the right, I inteand for the to hear the gunshots from the other group after ghosty posts up as we can then all meet up making it easier

OOC: I feel really cruel, but this is the way it’ll go.

The zombies were sprinting straight at them, mouths agape, slavour and bile foaming up from between their cracked lips. Their bloodshot eyes fixed on the collective throats of the survivors. One pulled into the lead, its bulk considerably larger than the rest. It was built like a brick privy, huge thick muscles covering its gargantum frame. It ran on all fours, and grunted like an animal. 20 seconds and they’d over run into them.

“What the f*ck do we do?!” howled Patrick, even as he took pot-shots at the horde.
He glanced at Fitzz who was staring woodenly at Spook.
“Screw it, follow me!” roared David who proceeded to sprint through the bracken to the left. Patrick charged after him, placing his life in the hands of a boy he had known for a day, maybe less. Sil seemed to make his mind up, and followed after them, shoulder barging into Fitzz as he passed.
15 seconds and they’d be on top of them. Spook stared at Fitzz, and Fitzz stared at Spook. Both realised what the other was about to do. Both had the same idea formulating in their minds.

They wouldn’t be able to out run the ghouls.

And both Spook and Fitzz had formulated the same plan. They both reached for their guns.

****

Patrick pulled ahead of David in their mad rush through the bracken, and presently, so had Sil. David’s injuries were slowing him down, each step was agonising pain. Suddenly the air was punctuated by a pair of gunshots, followed by a hollow boom of a grenade going off. He span on the spot, and looked through the undergrowth for any sign of the large Biker, and the other. He couldn’t see anything. Shrugging, he turned and crashed through the forest after Sil and Patrick…

****

Fitzz had been quicker; he’d pulled his gun out and fired twice before Spook had even unclipped his own weapon. He watched for a second as the man slumped to his knees, blood foaming from between his lips. He then turned and crashed after the others.

Spook watched him go, and turned to look at the oncoming swarm with grim resignation. The lead Ghoul slammed into him, and tore his arms off in a heart beat. A dozen others leapt onto Spook and ripped him apart in a few short seconds, revelling in the fountain of gore, as they chewed on his flesh. The rest charged after Fitzz into the forest, who wasn’t as fast as he had hoped. Fitzz span round and loosed off a couple of shots wildly, uncaring if they even hit anything. The horde swarmed into him, and all seemed lost…


Patrick collided with the wall with a loud crack. Groaning he staggered back and looked at what he had just run into. It seemed to be a small building, sunk deep into the ground, held together with large concrete buttresses. In a daze, he pulled at a large net of ivy, tearing free large chunks, to reveal what was underneath it. A small Iron door, with a lever.

‘A bunker!’ He thought, as he opened the door. A musty smell poured out. It seemed that know one hade been in here for a while. Sil burst into the clearing, took it all in and entered into the bunker first. He disappeared into the cool darkness below. David staggered through the vegetation a second later, holding his chest, face contort with agony. His ribs had ground together painfully in his flight through the forest.

“Wheres Fitzz?!”

David shook his head sadly, and entered into the bunker.

“Sh*t man, not Fitzz…”

He clambered down into the dark confines, and closed the door behind him, sealing them in the pitch black…

****

The swarm slammed into Fitzz, and he was thrown into a ditch in a pile of flailing limbs, heads and bodies. He felt, with a groan, several sets of teeth tear into his flesh, and bloody chunks come clean. He fired his gun madly, until the clip was spent. Hundreds of the f*cking madmen were leaping onto the pile, and he felt himself being crushed by the weight. As his ribs began to creak under the strain, he pulled a grenade from his belt, and with shaking hands began to pull the pin…

His ribs shattered, and his lungs were perforated with a hundred pieces of bone shrapnel. Blood dribbled out of his mouth, and with his last breath he yanked the pin from the grenade.

(boom)

OOC: Okay, 2 dead, and a chunk of the swarm dead. I really bet you didn’t see that coming, did you? Its a shame to kill off Fitzz, as he's a barrel of laughs, and a great RPer, but it just felt....right i suppose.

OCC: And there you have uncovered the reasoning behind the grenade launcher. Head shots can be difficult and being able to incapacitate a bunch withone shot rather then several is pretty handy.

Don't know what FM is doing but I might as well write something up before you come back

Also they are fleeing East as the map shows right, or is that seperate map to the west?

IC:
N paced up and down inside the shop. "What the hell is your problem?" snapped Naomi. "It just feels like trying to wait out the night here might be a mistake. We don't know how many would be around us in the morning" replied N.

He stopped pacing. "That's it, we're getting out of here" said N. "And to where?" asked Naomi, with a slight tone of annoyance. "East, I guess. It looked like they were coming from the west. Plus we're on the edge of town, the further away from populated areas the better" said N looking around. He started to check the supply cabnets in the back room. The place sold lawnmowers perhaps they had some gas around the place for demonstrations. Or judging by the weapons they found, someone tried to hold out here and didn't make it, otherwise the weapons would be gone.

N returned shortly with two large cans of gas. "Look what I found" he said. "That solves one problem" said Naomi. N filled the tank with the gas, the two cans were full and it only took half of one to refill the bike's tank. Naomi had said that she thought there was half a tank left earlier so N figured that each one of these cans could fill the bike.

"Ok start the bike and stay back from the enterance; I'm going to blast it open with a grenade" said N. Naomi nodded. The two sat on the bike and it's engine growled to life. "Are you sure about this?" asked Naomi. "Not really, but it beats laying around here until we die, I'm just not comfortable with that sewer entrance. I can see them coming through it during the night and trapping us. Our best bet is to keep moving and find some more survivors" said N, shortly followed by the sound of a grenade punching through the doorway. The backwheel span as the bike launched forward through the smoking hole. N had let go of the grenade launcher and let it rest over his shoulder via the strap so as to use his lead pipe; a weapon more suitable to riding on the back of the bike.

They sped around a courner, They had to pass some of them. N expected them to all be slow and shuffle around like in the movies but a couple ran. N lighted a couple of the spike bombs and threw them back at them. Eventually they vanished into the distance behind them with a few quick orange flashes. Before long they were on one of the main roads leading out of town. A few red lights seemed to appear in the distance. They looked like tail lights. N wasn't sure if they should approach them quickly or not. All he knew was they were between these "cars" and most likely a wave of the undead.

OOC Damn I forgot about the spike bombs, i'll edit that last bit out of my post but yeah I just set the store on fire as we left so we could burn some of the zombies down, I doubt zombies can put out fires.

also notice how a small horde happened to apear next to us when we decided to camp in the shop, this is gonna get hard

OCC: We passed them. If that map is on the east of town then we're on that main road. But yeah there's a little hoard near the other guys that were there.

OCC: Ghosty, you could use those cars I mentioned in the distance in my last story post to cycle in the players that were waiting for a gap.

[OOC: Shame, I was looking forward to where the Fitzz/Sil "I know him from somewhere" was going to go. Also Fitzz was a good RP'er.

RIP Fitzz, hope you are able to cycle back into the game soon ]

Uh-oh. I'm about 6 pages behind now. Anyone care to fill me in? I'll probably just drop out if too much has happened, but we'll see

Well basically we ended in two groups. Me and FM Ninja, and then other guys. They seemed to have gone west or something and I thought they went east. The last map showing that going west would be stupid so I just went east

Probably not such a good idea to write yourself in at the town itself as its pretty much over run now. But, in my last story post I did write in a way to let the new guys cycle in. That's if Ghosty is ok with it.

Unfortunately Spook just died DarkVoid.

I managed to keep him alive until Ghosty took control of the situation and got him eaten.

...

Well, that epic sucks. Noone tell me that this was last night or something.

Ah well, I'll just RP a friend or relative of his or something, if I can be bothered to join in again. We'll see :/

To be honest, I think everyone else is going to die soon, since 2 people are in the middle of a huge swarm, and everyone else are in a bunker in the middle of nowhere surrounded by the undead, possibly trapped inside with undead/bad people too, with little to no supplies, and apparently no power/light as of yet

Maybe I could come in as a leader/member of some military run group of survivers and wtfpwn the zombs to save y'all?

Hey dark, dont worry, a Remake will be impending, though i really wanna play as a survivor.... *shrugs*



Zombie college......it'll happen

I don't mind being DM for the next one.

Hey I wanna try, I think it would be fun and give me an exuse to watch more movies

Ghosty is an awsome GM though, will he be as good when he doesn't know whats going on

The decision to kill off Fitzz was incorrect, if anything, I would have blown David's head off.

Good RP, ghosty, had a lot of fun. Its pretty much over now, since we are all trapped with no where to go, and the other guy who actually knew how to work a gun and be useful is dead.

Oh, cool. When you guys mean "remake" you mean the same but again? Bit boring IMO, even though I didn't get to enjoy it anyways.

I don't mind which of you is DM, Ghosty, Silver - you guys both rock at RPing anywayz.

Ahh it would have been logical to kill of dave, however, from my experiance, characters in horror films never do the logical, theyre ilogical. I mean take the classic example.

A mysterious scratching is coming from behind a blood splattered door.

"Dont go in there mary-sue! Dont go in!"

Mary-sue opens the door.

Ilogical. If you were in that situation, wouldnt you barricade the door, and run for your life? So in a similar vein, i decided to do the ilogical. Plus, it may have been a bad call, but i can choose to display favoriteism on some over others, other wise it would have been unfair on darkvoid, and scarper.

Right, im gonna make a new thread for discussing the C and C of this (and hopefully many others) thread. I'd like to hear what you guys thought,

I thought it was unfair!



Nah, jokin'. Wish I coulda actually been active in this RP though. I mean, 6 pages in 5 days is pretty fast. Ah well, looking forward to the next one. Hurry up and make it already!

I want to find out whut people thought of the currant one, and if its worth continueing tbh.

Well, you could do one that takes place in a different country, but starts at the same time this one did... might even get a few pages WITHOUT zombie spam... and I can use Spooks' brother, Shadow!

Well, from the small amount of participation I had in this thread, I enjoyed it, and it was really building up. I'm just sadface that I missed it.

I totally think you should go for another one! I'd be the first there.

The game ain't over till we all dead. Or undead as the case may be.

Dave slumped against the wall, holding his midsection.

Motherfethermotherfether. These will take time to heal up.

Dave looked over at the otehr guy. Sil is what Fitzz had called him.

He held out his hand.

"David Laurie. Pleasure to meet you, though I wish it were under much different circumstances."

Sil returned the handshake.

"Sil. Same here."

They were in a narrow corridor in the bunker. Dave could faintly hear the sound of the horde outside.
He didn't feel safe, even with the thick concrete walls and iron door.

"Got a flashlight or lighter?" Dave asked.

Sil shook his head no.

"We'll just have to wait for our night vision to come on. Here." Dave handed him the small pistol Fitzz had gifted him.
"Four shots. Three for an enemy, one for you if it comes down to that. You follow?"

Sil nodded. Dave cocked his pistol, and moved left down the hallway. He could make out doors on either side. Sil followed.

The hallway got wider as they moved down it. Dave slowly began to identify shapes in the murky depth of the corridor.

He heard Sil cock the pistol. Dave took his knife in one hand.

The thunderous cacophony of the firearm discharge in the confined space filled the entire bunker.

If their was anything hiding in the bunker, it was most certainly aware of their presence now.

Patrick saw them leave, just left him there, sitting there, wimpering.

Fitzz was gone, the only one who had a brain.

Patrick took is butterfly knife out of his pocket, and dropped his rifle. He took out his Taurus.

He followed them, seeing them walk. He walked right behind the boy, driving the knife straight through the back of his neck.

Sil spun, but just took a bullet straight to the head.

He took smokey out of the backpack, and slumped to the floor and cried, hugging him.

He held smokey tight, and snapped his neck, wailing with sadness.

He put the pistol to his head, and ended it all.

[OOC: I think the zombies in this one were a bit too over powered. There was not really enough time to develop the characters and story before we just had to run/get eaten. I would either have left them as slow and purposeful, or ramped the difficulty up a bit more slowly.

I don't mind playing this one out to the end. As I said, I don't think we will last too much longer anyway]

Sil had been covering their rear as they moved deeper into the bunker. He couldn't tell if the darkness was playing tricks on him or if part of it was following them. Suddenly the darkness solidified. Sil fired the pistol at the dark blur as it moved towards them. The gunshot echoed throughout the concrete walls, rolling off into the distance.

Both Dave and Patrick jumped and turned.

"Feth" said Sil, as he was knocked off his feet by whatever it was that had been following them. His night vision had been wiped out by the muzzle flash so he wrestled blindly with the attacker. It was several moments before he realised that the attacker was not fighting back. He rolled the body off him and pulled himself to his feet.

"Feth" he said again and kicked at the corpse at his feet.

"What the hell is going on?" demanded Patrick in the darkness.

"Fethed if I know" replied Sil "I thought I had seen something following us for a while. It suddenly looked like it was getting closer and I shot at it."

The group was quiet for a while as they gathered round the corpse. It was too dark for them to see anything but a pale blob on the floor. Suddenly Patrick remembered the bag he had grabbed from the car before they ran. He unslung it from his shoulders and rummaged around in it. "Sure hope this is the bag with a torch in it..." he muttered as his fingers groped through the contents. "Ah-ha!" he announced in triumph as a blinding light suddenly shone out at the bottom of the bag.

He removed it slowly so their eyes grew used to the light. They all peered at the body now revealed in full bloody glory. A pool of blood was forming underneath the body. A small hole was torn through the person's back, just above the heart. The head looked intact. Patrick frowned... a shot like that shouldn't have killed one of the undead - only destroying the brain seemed to keep them down. And they didn't bleed like that either...

Gah!

Ninja'd. Silly wife stealing the laptop

Also, I can't see my last post, so I don't know if anyone else can.

Edit: Nevermind, I can see it now

Yeah, I felt this was a failed RP, fun, but generally it progressed waaaay too fast. So I ended it.

And a good ending it was too.

Not for everyone

They Drove past the cars, they were empty Blood was splattered all over the windows and the bodies lay in the street. then the bike started to splutter

"what the Frack, we just filled this" Naomie muttered under her breath

She got of the bike and N followed leaving it lying in the middle of the road. they began to walk in silence. Naomie pulle dthe bottle of whiskey out of her bag. if thier was a better time for it she didn't know when it was. A tear began to roll down her face as she thought about her dad, and how she could of gotten away from this all if she hadden't left the house. she threw away the empty bottle and let N get a bit infront of her

"i'm sorry"she said, raising her rifle

"wh..." N never managed to finish his sentence as Naomie put a round through his headjust as he turned round

She fell down onto the road crying for her dad. she droped the rifle and drew her pistol placing the barrel in her mouth. And pulled the trigger

Even though I didn't RP, this was an absolutely fantastic story to read. To be honest, a quick ending is what most RP's need, kind of like ending a chapter.

If Karon hadn't killed everyone, the characters could be reintroduced a la Left 4 Dead with the survivors finding the characters of the people who wanted to join after some of the players died. For example: the bunker was actually a military installation with some personnel left and the ability to evacuate. It's cliche, but it would allow a new chapter(RP) to be written.

I think that the next one should be some kind of continuation of this one that just ended.

Except one of the most active characters, and one really imperative to the story, was killed off.

And, my ending was extremely good.

I'm not saying it wasn't Karon. It was good, and there are probably fifty other ways it could've ended. I definitely do think that this was an excellent place to end the story for the moment so that was a great call.


Fitzz's death was incredibly unfortunate as he was a great RPer as well. However you did have GES and you to continue the story. GES may not be the best, but he still has the initiative to be a great RPer. Also, this could've given Fitz a chance to resurrect in a different character.

You also broke a cliche. Instead of killing a dog, you killed a cat. In fact it was almost heartwrenching.

Just out of interest, how'd my character die?

Very good ending though Karon. So much for 'em going out fighting :/

Even though they are dead... won't they still become zombs? O.O BRAINEATNG.

Your character decided to fight it out with Fitzz against 200ish zombies. Although your character's death is not actually recorded in detail, it just says that he died

It is on P8 about 1/3 of the way down, with the pre-event post about 1/3rd of the way down p7.

DAMN

I knew it was just right before I got back. Knewz it.

Ah well.

Soo... anyone planning on making #2?

Ghosty seems to take forever on everything...

Yeah, it was only an hour or so I seem to remember

And ghosty has exams next week I think so he may be a bit slow - think he said he would be on in the evenings.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


*ahem*

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Oh this finished? O_o How'd my character die just wondering?

Don't ask me.




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