Booyah! It's zombie time again. Except this time, it's with Russians. Yes, yes, I know, we're all thinking the same thing (atleast, those of us from the last RP); "aw, c'mon - I know we decided on it.. but still.. we survive a zombie apocalypse only to have Russian 'relief' forces come in and be party poopers?"

Anyway, the link to the first fifty-five pages: http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/298491.page

Now, this probably isn't the best time to start this story up again. Ah well, even if this thread goes dormant, atleast it'll be here.

For those who don't know, there was a zombie outbreak and a bunch of stuff happened over 5 days and ten-and-a-half-times as many thread pages. Bikers, clowns with chainsaws, crazy fethers after our helicopters, undead dinner parties, zombies, nukes, super-nuke-zombies - we've seen it all. But our little band of survivors were all split up before they could get to the "safe haven" - some "hippie commune in the mountains" according to Darkvoidof40k. Heh. Anyways, about a ka-trillion zombies attacked them in their random mansion with their random bikers and everyone went in more-or-less different directions. Of course I had nothing to do with those zombies..


The Russians came out of the world-wide cock-up the best because of the fact that their weather conditions basically meant insta-kill for zombies because their nervous systems got messed up or something. I dunno, go ask Ghosty. This RP takes place in the year following the initial outbreak - one year after it all began.

Survivors of the last RP:
'Tombstone'
'Shadow'
Jennifer
Halon
Keira
Bonzo

A fair few others.. didn't make it.

As for the NPCs that did:
Daisy
Hog
Quite a few bikers..
The pickup truck. Gotta love that old piece of junk.

Unfortunately Ashton didn't make it. Ah well, one of us DID have the pleasure of running him over before he became a zombie.

Now, here's the basic form for a character if you want to join this RP.

Name -
Age -
Height -
Personality -
Appearance -
Equipment -
Skills -
Background/History -
Other -

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CHARACTERS: #15
CHARACTER FATALITIES: #4

Player: chowderhead13
Name: Dmitri Vlassov
Age: 22
Height: 6'3"
Personality: Serious, Non-talkative, Usually introverted.
Appearance- Scar over 1 eye from childhood fight, Burn marks on back from a Car Bomb.
Equipment- SVD Sniper, Seiga Shotgun, Makarov Pistol, Arctic Ghillie Suit, K-Bar (His Grand-father's Knife, taken from a American GI in WWII)
Skills- 4 Years of sniper training, 6 years in Russian Military, 2 years of Field Commander training, Expert Knife fighter.
Background- Dmitri was born into a home with 6 brothers and 2 sisters. The parents were alcoholics, and Dmitri joined a gang, where he stayed for 6 years. He was caught at the age of 18 by the Soviet government. He was told he could join the Military, or die for his crimes. He joined the military, and has become a sniper after basic training. He still has his skills from the gang, and still never cracks a smile.

Player: Scrazza
Name: 'slick' Robbie.
age 21
height: 6'1" meter
personality: gun ho, in for a laugh, gets happy when he can kill some zombies, loves to tinker with weapons.
Appearance: Light brown hear, stubles, likes to wear his hair in a mohawk. Leather biker jacket
equipment: 2 Beretta 9mm pistols holstered at waist, Scar H assaut rifle, Bunch of frag grenades, 3 semtex sticky explosives.
Skills: Shooting. Close range assault. Hit and Run. stealth
Background: His parents were killed by zombies a year ago. He looted a nearby military base, got some high tech weapons, and swore to himself he would kill all zombies to the last one. at age 19 he joined a biker gang, but most were killed by the zombies and the rest of the gang fragmentated.
Other: And someone stole his damn bike!

Player: Halonachos
Name: "Halon" nickname due to massive chemistry interest.
Age: 21
Appearance: 6' 0", 207lbs, High and tight hair cut, has muscle mass, but doesn't look like hulk hogan or anything like that.
Abilities: Marksmanship training, basic EMT training, some further medical training.
Equipment: M9 Pistol, Barrett .50cal, M-4 Carbine, M-249 SAW, and a whole lot of other stuff.
Background: Over a year ago, Halon was a member of the airforce security forces, but that all changed when the zombie outbreak began. After the dispersal of the group including a maniacal clown, a biker, a hippie, and a spec ops soldier Halon left with a small group of bikers and founded "Second Chance Suites" in an abandoned hotel. After securing generators and other necessary items the hotel became a base of operations and allowed Halon and his crew to secure weapons and even gold from surrounding banks, military armories, etc. After killing Mr. Phoenix, Halon became paranoid of anything with a slight russian accent, but his collection of weapons, currency, and survivors allowed him to interact with russian relief forces to broker a deal with the russian commander in the area allowing him to continue operating his little oasis in the undead desert.

Player: Bloodhorror
Name - Janje
Age - 27
Height - 6'2"
Personality - Easily narked, a bit mental and paranoid. But looks after those he deems worthy
Appearance - Tall, Thin, Ginger.
Equipment - a Saucepan. Uzi packed into his back pocket. a Multitude of knives. and a Bag with some unknown contents in that he will not reveal ever! Until he decides to blow something up with the c4 inside.
Skills - Cooking. Going mental and killing a shag load of stuff
Background/History - A Ginger mental paitient who got released after he forced the medical examiner to deem him sane again. He now realises he shoulld have stayed in there...
Other - Touch any of my stuff, and i'll punch you in the nuts with my Saucepan!

Player: FITZZ
Name - Tombstone
Age - Late twenties
Height - 6'6"
Personality - The last person anyone wants to feth with.
Appearance - Tall and powerfully built,long dark hair,covered in tattoos...think the Kurgen from the first Highlander film.
Equipment - Tombstone usually carries twin 9mm Berettas,an MP5 and a 9inch switchblade,but has access to a vast amount of various weapons and supplies.
Skills - Fast,powerful and deadly,Tombstone is a master in killing,highly proficient with any firearm/knife...can move with extreme stealth.
Background/History - Born in New Orleans,Tombstone was orphaned as a child and raised in an abusive state run home where he learned early the power of absolute brutality,upon leaving the home as a young teen he ascended to become one of the most feared drug dealers on the streets until his involvement in several slayings forced him to flee the police.
In his travels he encountered the Satan's Servants Motorcycle gang,where he found a place amongst their number and quickly rose through the ranks,becoming the gangs top hit man/assassin.
While on a mission to kill a former employee of the Satan's Servants and to kidnap the crime boss Mr. Phoenix's Daughter Jennifer,Tombstone found himself caught in the outbreak of the zombie uprising.
Banding together with Shadow,Halon,Keira,Bonzo and others,the biker fought his way through the first horrific days of the undead hell,finally arriving at the mansion of Mr.Phoenix where,in the chaos of Phoenix's death and an full blown assault of an army of ghouls.Tombstone,along with his beloved Daisy and mentor,the Biker Leader One Eye were separated from the rest of the group and made their way to the mountains in hopes of finding safety in an abandoned commune.
Now,a year later Tombstone,along with Daisy and One Eye plus dozens of other Satan's Servants who managed to survive the initial zombie outbreak and made their way to the commune,have established an outpost of relative safety in the mountains.
Other - The commune is now a fortified camp,well secured and well defended by a large group of bikers and their families,who launch raids into nearby towns for supplies and while they may go to the aid of or welcome groups of survivors who they deem trustworthy,they will not tolerate any outsiders whom they feel are detrimental to their existence.

Player: FM Ninja 048
Name - Jennifer Phoenix
Age - 25
Height - 5' 11''
Personality - bossy evil genious out for revenge
Appearance - Slender, shoulder length black hair
Equipment - Kantana, five seven, M4
Skills - Athletic, sneaky, skilled martial artist, good shot
Background/History - daughter of crime boss Adam Phoenix Jennifer was left to inherit his empire after his apparernt death, under the guidence of her dads old friend Ashton she expanded and strenghtend her hold in the surrounding states, dealing drugs and guns to many minor gangs. Everything was going well untill Zday, in a matter of hours her life was turned upsidedown, her shipments unreachable she fled the city with other survivors, only to find out from one of then that her dad was still alive, after a brief reunion with her father. he was killed as she drove away with his men, now working with the russians from an Ex US navy vessel she wears two bullets round her neck now, one for her and one with the name "Halon" scratched into the side
Other -

Player: ghosty
Name - Keira
Age - 22
Height - 5' 7"
Personality - Seems a nice person, generous, kind and will stick up for the under dog. She still has some issues though, suffers from depression and a mild form of post traumatic stress.
Appearance - Slim, but not especially muscular, hair shaved short, tattoo on her arm saying "I'd rather die with you, than live without." Keira's generally pretty face is marred by a long scar starting from her scalp, and ending at the cheekbone. One eye has been made useless, but Keira doesn't care any more. She also went through a period of self harming, and has the scars to prove it.
Equipment - Keira used to carry a multitude of weapons, but has ditched them as they broke or ran out of ammo. Her currant weaponry is a single MAC-10 machine pistol, a sawn of 12 gauge, and a baseball bat. Scalpols and surgical equipment are placed in her backpack, as is a medical kit and a change of clothes.
Skills - Trained and worked as a nurse in a hospital for the whole of her working life. Keira can patch up just about everything short of full blown surgery, but if it comes down to that, she will try.
Background/History - Keira used to be involved with a surgeon called Tom. Tragically, he was infected with the Zombie virus whilst trying to save Keira from the undead. She treated him as best he could, but in the end, the virus won its way through, and he joined the ranks of the undead, if only for a short time. After the incident, Keira's mental health degraded to the point she could no longer discern friend from foe, living from dead, her lover from anyone else. However, it wasn't the end for her mind. Keira, thanks to the heroics of Shadow, was saved from certain, and horrific death to a mutant, and with the treatment of the Medicine Man, and a Biker by the name of 'Hog' Keira recovered, and found new love. Completely unhinged at times, Hedonistic, romantic or Impulsive at others, to analyse Keira's mind would be to open a can of worms. She will, however, always protect others, and if it comes down to it, will put her life on the line to save a stranger. Keira and Hog escaped the madness by living up in a small log cabin in the woods miles from the nearest town. They have lived up there ever since...
Other - Must. Resist. Urge. To. Add. A. Baby.....

Player: SilverMK2
Name - Helena Antipova
Age - 28
Height - 5' 5"
Personality - Friendly and positive, loves animals.
Appearance - Small and slim - shoulder length black hair and brown eyes. Wears regular issue Russian military gear with dog handler and vetinary officer badges, as well as medical officer patch.
Equipment - Standard sidearm. Combat knife. Field medical kit. Standard military equipment.
Skills - Animal hander, vet, medical skills, average shot, smart and adaptable.
Background/History - In the last year of a vetinary degree at the start of the outbreak at Moscow University she managed to escape to the countryside during a withdrawall organised by the students (armed with improvised weapons and arms and ammo liberated from the university armoury). They were then rounded up by the army and conscripted in the defence of the motherland. After the discovery of the importance of dogs in hunting/defending against zombies her training and skills were put to use clearning important infected locations, along with other K9 units and regular army units. She also functioned as a medical officer to the soldiers she served with - genuine doctors being in short demand.
Other - Until recently serving in Siberia clearing classified military installations, she was transferred to the small American Investigative Force.

Dog's name: Alexi
Breed: German shepherd mix
Age: ~1 year

Player: Karon
Name - Patrick "Pain" Syzlak

Age - 23

Height - 6'3'

Personality - Quiet, with a matter-of-fact rage about him at all times. Never smiles.

Appearance - Pale skin, with spiked bright orange hair, held up by a black metal band. He has two industrial bars going vertically through his ears, along with earrings all along the outside of his ears, all are made of black steel.

Equipment - NIVA XM1970 Swedish Assault Rifle, modified to hold hollow point shells. A sword, made of the same strange black steel as his piercings, curved at the edge, serrated on both edges. Full standard Issue SAF combat gear.

Skills - A black belt in Tai Chi, he's served 5 years in the SAF.

Background/History - He's seen his parents murdered in front of him by insurgents that has scarred him for life. Idiots aren't suffered.

Other - Patrick has two black rods that the carries around. If he feels he has failed, he will impale himself on them in non-vital spots on his body.

Player: jp400
Name: Mathew Saunders
Rank: CPL Us Army
MOS: 19D Cav Scout
Age: 26
Weight: 165 lbs
Height: 6'0''
Hair: Black, long and unkept due to being in a straight jacket for months on end.
Face: Five oclock shadow for facial hair, best he could get with shaveing with his bayonet. Nasty scar over his eye. When the disease takes over, it turns his eyes an orange color.
Clothing: Still wearing the tattered remains of his Acu duty uniform under his captured Russian NBC suit. Wearing a Russian gas mask and a black field jacket with hood.
Other:
His body is a mass of scar tissue from various painfull experiments conducted by the Russians.

Background:

Saunders was infected by a "special" zombie at the end of the last RP. It didn't kill him like a normal person because he was one of the extremly few that was naturally immune to the virus. Normally this would not have been a problem, however since it was the special strain of the virus and not the normal strain, it had some strange effects on him.

He became a carrier for the virus, and it mutated his body in a few ways. It technically did "kill" him, but he kept his mind and control of his body, along with the ability to naturally heal. So for example, if he is shot in the chest several times, he will "die" and for all intents and purposes he will be just that, but his body will heal and eventually he will come back to life. Closest thing I can think of that followes this train of though is the Highlander TV series. Now im not saying that he can't be killed, just that it would take a lot to actually pull it off.

The Russians found our friend wandering around sick out of his mind and captured him. Once they found out what he was, they tried to turn him into a kind of super weapon to use against enemies of the state. Through various painfull experiments and brain washing that left his mind in shambles, they tried to turn him into a kind of Chameleon special infected that could be passed off as a normal person, then when triggered turn into a horrible killing machine.

The Russians however, soon found out that because of his fragmented mind, he was deemed too unreliable to safely handle and left for dead. Now, our friend Saunders wanders the world in search for answers as he tries to control the beast within.

Right now I picture him dressed something like this:


Player: Shas'O Doom
Name - John
Age - 23
Height - 6' 10"
Personality - Very kind person, but also has multiple personality disorder although he doesn't know it.
Appearance - Tall and thin. Wiry but also strong.
Equipment - Outdated AK-47, two frag grenades, a flamethrower, body armour and a diamond oxide knife (more of a shortsword really, measuring in at 18" not counting the handle).
Skills - Excellent marksman, when in his other personality, is cruel and excellent in hand-to-hand combat.
Background/History - Ex army rangers. Kicked out after murdering his entire team on the battlefield. Doesn't know it was him. Has been married, but his other personality is essentially a homocidal maniac, killing anyone that comes into his life. When the zombie apocalypse started, he joined up with other groups of survivors, but never remained with them for long. Has always assumed that when the survivors he is with die, it is due to zombies, and not to him. His motto is "and they said that the nice guys died first."
Other - His parallel personality is homocidal, and will lead him to kill anyone who isn't just as crazy as him. The only person he ever got along with was some crazy biker clown and his travelling circus.

Player: Shas'ui T'au Kais
Name: Falco Zax
Age: 18
Height: 6'0
Personality: Quiet, very secretive
Appearance: Covers face with a skull mask found when he was 17, tattered hoody and camo trousers. Spikey blonde hair shown just above mask.
Equipment: Knife, sniper rifle, M9, first aid supplies, grenades.
Skills: Deadly marksman, and skillful with a blade, stealthy.
History: Was born into a homeless family, parents were killed in a hobo fight, decided to scavenge and steal anything he needed, whatever he wants he manages to find. Always manages to cause trouble and then run away without being seen. Always manages to snipe zombies before they get close.
Other: Only talks to people when spoken to. Always wears mask with hood up.

Player: drag00n3r
Name - nikolai kramer
Age -14
Height - 1.69
Personality - hyperactive fast talking and some times kinda annoying
Appearance - a black hoody jeans and black running shoes
Equipment - a colt m1911 pistol a M79 granade launcher and a combat knife
Skills - sneaking/stealth and able to make some traps
Background/History - well not much to tell he had a normal childhood,but when zombies came he didn't think of kill anything you see no he tought that he could better run away en survive he hold his self up in a hotel kitchen for some time,he heard some gun shots and saw a some soldiers fighting against the zombie's he ran away,but he stole from a dead soldier the weapons and ammo.
Other - his also kinda panic's fast but that's all


Player: Catos
Name: Catour Strongbow
Age: 17
Height: 6'2
Personality: Cool, Hidden, Mysterious, Solitary
Appearance: Short-sleeved black t-shirt with hood, face cloth, camo-pattern trousers, silver dragon necklace fingerless gloves, black spiky hair, army boots.
Equipment: Knives, short thin swords, those wrist-knife gloves off assasins creed, pistol, twin uzis.
Skills: Stealth, acrobatics, free-running, stealing, infiltration, close combat, marksmanship.
History: Was born into a middle-class family as was always bored. Turned to theiving to cure his boredom but was still unhappy. He gained more skill at close combat and stealth over his time progressing through the theiving ranks. Eventually he became a world-class jewel theif, stealing to keep a living.
Other: Untrustful of others




Player: sillyboy
Name: Dieter "Dietn" Deceuninck
age: 17
heigt: 1.70 meter
appearence: jeans, black hoodie, Brown hair that always looks messy, and he wears glasses.
weapons: A baseball bat, and a pistol but no ammo for it.
speciality: Athletic, gamer, knows how to fight dirty
Backstory: Dietn and his family emmigrated to the states when he was 15. His parents were infected during the initial outbreak of the virus. When he was hiding in the closet from his parent, who suddenly had the munchies. A police officer came in and saved his live from the living corpses he once called mum and dad. He and Mike survived the outbreak and roamed the wasteland, trying to survive.
Until two months ago Mike became ill. Dietn did his best to make him better. But they both knew that without sufficient meds, he wasn't going to make it. So in the end, when mike was sleeping. Dietn pulled the pistol out of Mike's holster. And armed it whith their last bullet.

Walking out of the house he suddenly realised that he had to face this new world on his own.


The RP takes place around Norfolk, Virginia, as shown below:




Map 2:




Boats etc for my own notes:




Da map

Green Square= Pine Ville
Brown Square= Military base
Light Blue=Commune
Black square= Gas Station
Red Square=Sprinkle Town
Yellow square=Cape city
Purple square=Halons town
Orange square=old nuked city
small light blue=Phoenix's mansion
small dark blue=Shadows old fortress
Red dot=Main groups local
purple dot=Scrazzas location
Grey lines=main roads
Green blobs=heavy forest
Brown blobs=Alexi is a bad dog...I mean mountains.

Distance from Commune to Pine Ville is 100 miles (for scale)





The Hotel
Lobby is the center of course and when you enter; the doors to the garage and the door to the basement are on the left. To the right is the door to the cafeteria with a small room for the bar.

The direct back has a line of three elevators that don't work and there are stairs to the far left back and far right back that go to every level of the hotel.

The hotel is 15 stories tall with 10 large rooms on each floor save for the top floor which holds the presidential suite. The entire hotel has been cleared of zombies and only the rooms on the first three floors are being used to sleep in. The rest of the rooms are cleared and have every door in them opened just in case.

There are 30 flights of stairs all together(two per floor) in each stairwell. The roof of the hotel has bags of concrete lined around the edges and all of the neat little gargoyles on the roof of the hotel have been knocked off.

The garage was a normal parking garage, but the gaps in between levels were sealed with wood and rebar and the entrance widened to let the tanks pass through, the entrance has a metal sliding gate in place to close it off.

The hotel itself is surrounded by 15ft tall concrete walls reinforced with rebar and the metal gate at the entrance is a bus with sheet metal welded to the side.

Across the street from the entrance are two gas stations, one with a convenience store, and the rest of the buildings surrounding the hotel are either business offices or other hotels that have had their entrances sealed by Halon and his group to prevent anything inside of them from coming out.

In the garage are two remaining tanks, 1 hummer, and 3 4x4's plus whatever Tomb's group brought. The garage itself is 3 stories tall with an additional floor underground. Ammo for the tanks is kept underground while all fuel is kept on the second floor of the garage to let the fumes escape.

The basement is mostly empty save for a chair and restraining devices(ie, the collars attached to a stick used by animal control). The large freezer with Helen in it is also in the basement. All food is stored in the cafeteria's smaller freezers.

Coming in from the main gate, the garage is on the left hand side while the right hand side is open space. All refuse is dumped in the back of the hotel in several dumpsters or taken elsewhere for dumping(ie, outside of the compound's walls.). There is also a small watchtower made out of wood to the left of the entrance.

The hotel itself is gray in color due to the fact that it has not been washed in over a year, there is a large electric sign that says "HI" after the other letters were removed from it. The windows on the first floor have been boarded up and the curtains on all of the floors above the third are open to let light in with windows on every other floor open to let air in, save for the rear windows above the dumpsters.



Satan Servants NPCs
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Deadman-more or less Tombstones second in command now.
T-Rex-young,brash biker.
Roadkill-sole survivor of the commune explosion,with the exception of One Eye - Dead
Tasha-female Satan Servant,Russian heritage.
Ajax-Satans Servant -heavy muscle-enforcer.
Cutter-Satans Servant
Bingo-Satans Servant - dead
One Eye-Satans Servant-- Dead.
Woolly-Satans servant-ex marine
Double D-Satans Servant-newbie - dead
Scratch-Satans Servant-heavy muscle
Roy Boy-Satans Servant - dead

Deadman-armed with an AK-47 ( 7.62x39mm rounds/30 round magazine),two additional mags for the AK and a Colt 1911 pistol in a shoulder holster.
T-Rex armed with an M-4 (.223 round/30 round mag) two additional magazines + .357 Magnum side arm
Woolly armed with an AA -12 combat shotgun ( .12 Gauge slug/20 round drum) + Sig Sauer .45 pistol.
Ajax armed with an Ingram Mac-10 SMG ( .45 ACP rounds/30 round mag) three additional mags + Ruger Redhawk .44 Magnum.
Tasha is armed with a Rossi .357 combat Magnum (loaded with Hydro Shock ammo/6 shots) 2 extra speed loaders


at the castle:
GySgt. 'Spectre' Hardie - my 'secondary' character,
'Royce' driver of Amtrck one (Hardie's)
'Hitman' Hardie's number 2
7 other un-named Goons

At Norfolk
'Reaper' Horrell - mission leader
'Patriot' Horrell's number 2
'Nomad' lead driver
11 un-named goons

name(s)............| Role....................| stuff
Hardie...............| 2nd in command...| M4 w/i grenade launcher, Glock, binoculars, 2x Frag grenades, 1x Smoke grenade
Hitman..............| 3rd in command....| M4 w/i scope,SPAZ-12, Glock, 2x Frag grenade, 1x Smoke grenade
Royce/Leadfoot..| Drivers.................| FNp90, FiveSeven, Smoke grenade, Duct-tape
Fixer/Angel.........| Medics.................| M4 carbine,glock, medkit
Boomer..............| Heavy wepons......| M249 SAW, Glock, AT4CS, 4x C4 blocks, Detonator
Ranger...............| Scout/translator....| Scoped M14, Glock, 100ft. paracord, binocluars
Ozone/Tango......| Troopers..............| M4 carbine,AT4CS, Glock, 1x Smoke grenade, 1x Frag grenade,Crowbar
Bourne...............| Trooper/CQB.........| M4 carbine, SPAZ-12, Glock, 1x Smoke grenade, 1x Frag grenade, Machette
Zero..................| Trooper/support.....| M4 w/i grenade launcher, AT4CS, Glock, 1x Smoke grenade, 1x Frag grenade, Machette
Saber.................| Pilot.....................| FNp90, FiveSeven, Duct-tape, Medkit
Ghost/Grinder......| Aircrew................ | FNp90, FiveSeven
Ivan...................| Translator..............| FNp90, FiveSeven

all my characters also carry: 3x glowstciks,maglight, Some zip/cable-ties, a radio, plenty ammo, night vision device, gas mask


Men: 16 total, 13 alive 3 dead
1) Gary, sniper
2)Mace: Satan's Servants member, halon's #2.
3)Mark, sniper(KIA shot)
4)Johnathon, sniper
5)Jason, hotel maintenance man. Keeps the generators running.
6)Snyder, gunner
7)Theron, gunner
8)Sherman, driver
9)Kyle, gunner(KIA shot)
10)Dr. Buckley, the doctor
11)Antoine, an orderlie
12)Jay Jay, Cook
13)Herb, short for Herbert, helps with the kids
14)German(pronounced Herman)(KIA died of Saunders Disease)
15)Joe, Joseph, mostly cleans the hotel
16) Stanley, mostly cleans the hotel

Women, 14 total, 11 alive 3 dead(technically 4 dead, but Helen can wander)
1)Ginger: Halon's girl, well ex-girl after certain revelations.
2)Cali, driver
3)Michelle, driver, antoine's girl
4) Berta, driver(KIA shot)
5) Sarah, cook(KIA, bitten by zombeys)
6)Jenny, sniper
7)Olga, helps clean hotel
8)Maria, takes care of children, married to German.
9)Lisa, teacher(KIA shot)
10)Allie, helps Lisa teach, Mark's girl
11)Kara, cook, Ben's girl
12)Harriet, gunner, Stanley's girl
13)Juliet
14)Helen, the super zombie in the freezer.

Kids: 5 total, 4 alive 1 dead.
1)Alexandra, daughter of German and Maria.
2)Thomas, son of Lisa.(KIA shot)
3)Steven, son of Michelle and Antoine.
4)MJ, stands for Mark Junior, son of Mark and Allie.
5)Ben, son of Joe and Kara.

Lumber Yard

Red/Yellow=Fueling Station.
Red/Black=Generator station.
Green/Yellow=Company Meeting Hall
Green/Lt green=Dinning Area.
Green/Red=Company CEO Housing
Blue/Lt Blue=Company Housing,each Building sleeps 6
Brown/Yellow=Lumber Mill.
Blue/Yellow= Storage buildings.
Black/Pink=Company Bar/Rec Center.
Yellow area=Truck Parking.
Blue Circle=Water Tower.
Green W/Red Cross=Medical center.
White=Helicopter pad W/Chopper.
Yellow/Black=Chemical Toilets.
Orange Areas=Large packed dirt roads.
Black Lines=14 ft chain link fence,Gates indicated by thicker area.

Jennifer's crib:

Name: Dmitri Vlassov
Age: 22
Height: 6'3"
Personality: Serious, Non-talkative, Usually introverted.
Appearance- Scar over 1 eye from childhood fight, Burn marks on back from a Car Bomb.
Equipment- SVD Sniper, Seiga Shotgun, Makarov Pistol, Arctic Ghillie Suit, K-Bar (His Grand-father's Knife, taken from a American GI in WWII)
Skills- 4 Years of sniper training, 6 years in Russian Military, 2 years of Field Commander training, Expert Knife fighter.
Background- Dmitri was born into a home with 6 brothers and 2 sisters. The parents were alcoholics, and Dmitri joined a gang, where he stayed for 6 years. He was caught at the age of 18 by the Soviet government. He was told he could join the Military, or die for his crimes. He joined the military, and has become a sniper after basic training. He still has his skills from the gang, and still never cracks a smile.

Good to have you aboard! Interesting that you chose to be 'one of them' and not 'one of us' . Ah well, the Russians want to rule the planet and there's a certain woman ready to re-release zombies upon the planet just because of Halon..

Very nice.

Count me in... will have something up later.

jp400 wrote:Very nice.

Count me in... will have something up later.

Saunders isn't listed as a survivor.. but perhaps he will be.

:s Is all Im saying.

Good to see the storyline continue,and of course everyone's favorite murderous biker with a heart of gold will be returning to action.
Two quick questions.
Do we have an established GM for this endeavour?
...and...Why one year after the initial outbreak?...that's a whole lot of empty area to cover don't you think?

I have to agree, haveing someone as a dedicated GM to help with the ebb and flow would be a positive thing.

I had Pm'd Silver (the GM who strived to embetter the storyline, and gained a reputation for being a loving kinda guy) And he said he'd love to come back and do it when he has the time. I was kinda planning to wait until then to reboot the storyline. You know, giving it time for new ideas to come about, and more importantly, give Silver time to look after his wife, and do whatever he's gotta do. I dunno, for me I can't see anyone being as good, or as far a GM as he was. Of course, if the general consensus is to continue now, i'll whole heartedly join in, but I was hoping for a bit o' a break.

So was I, infact I was pretty sure we were going to continue next spring/summer. But it was a spur of the moment thing and I thought what the hell.

Anyway, I could be a GM. But that takes some of the fun out of having a character..

As for the years gap, that all comes from Ghosty, and it really moves the story on - ie no more of the same running around with someone dying every other week because of zombies or some crackhead.

It also means that our characters will have alot to discuss when they reunite.

For instance.. Daisy and Tombstone could have.. well I'll leave that to your imaginations!

And perhaps they're still living in the commune up in dem dere mountains fighting Russian oppression/relief/whatever.

Meanwhile, Jennifer is in some lab somewhere making a doomsday wotsit.

My wife is fine, don't worry

Not sure I am up to GM'ing another RP yet though I'm afraid. I don't mind playing in one. Not going to be able to for the next week as I am going away, but after that I should be OK.

I would suggest that it might be better to set a definite location and time frame for the RP before setting up characters etc.

I'd also suggest deciding if this is going to be in the same "universe" as the old RP, or if you are going to have some other zombie setting.

I'll join this one. I'm fighting a war on Boredom, and this will help me win this war.

Name: 'slick' Robbie.
age 21
height: 1.86 meter
personality: gun ho, in for a laugh, gets happy when he can kill some zombies, loves to tinker with weapons.
Appearance: Light brown hear, stubles, likes to wear his hair in a mohawk. Leather biker jacket
equipment: 2 Beretta 9mm pistols holstered at waist, Scar H assaut rifle, Bunch of frag grenades, 3 semtex sticky explosives.
Skills: Shooting. Close range assault. Hit and Run. stealth
Background: His parents were killed by zombies a year ago. He looted a nearby military base, got some high tech weapons, and swore to himself he would kill all zombies to the last one. at age 19 he joined a biker gang, but most were killed by the zombies and the rest of the gang fragmentated.
Other: And someone stole his damn bike!

Sorry if this is OT, but I just saw this and figured it fit our russian zombie theme well and had to share.



Also silver, I would love to have you as our GM again. You did a great job last time and would be willing to wait.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Good to have you aboard! Interesting that you chose to be 'one of them' and not 'one of us' . Ah well, the Russians want to rule the planet and there's a certain woman ready to re-release zombies upon the planet just because of Halon..

A whole year, damn that's some kind of grudge. You think someone would get over their father's borderline murder in a year. Oh well, and of course I'm in because I gotta defend myself during this grudge match. Will have some kind of update for this though.

Also, WOLVERINES!?

My friend, there is no such thing as off-topic in the chain fiction board. Just like there's no mods.. hehe.

I'm thinking most of the characters, including Shadow, will be back together again - either that or they're all in completely different places.

Hm. I've just had an idea.. if any of you remember at the end of the last RP I mentioned Shadow doesn't like Russians..


Also, I will be more than happy to GM this RP if nobody objects - and no, I won't be bias towards my character when an event swings around. (Yeah I know what you're thinking. Right. Now. Yes, you - I know you're reading this.)

HaHa.

I'm down to give you a chance as Gm. Give silver a break and give em a chance to enjoy one for a round.

Yeah, silver did us an incredible bit of service and for that he deserves a turn on the ferris wheel, unless he doesn't like heights in which case he can have some funnel cake.

Agreed. This ones on me:

So I guess it comes down to doing some background and development now.

* Location
* Time frame
* Style/universe.

Okay, seeing as this probably will be going down, being evil overmind im gonna set some ground rules. It will make it easier, and it'll work.

1. Whoever the GM will be, he cant have a player. I know this is hard, but it removes bias, and it means they can dedicate their time wholly to the RP. We saw the magic that came from Silver doing so.

2. Additionally, they're gonna have to be dedicated, and regular posters, who have the time to write, if necessary, up to a couple of pages of Rp at a time.

3. Immersion is ver. important, and to keep it up, the poster will have to be good at keeping up punctuation. I know it sounds easy, but its easy to forget yourself in the 'heat' of the Rp.

Im sure i'll think of some more, but these ones are just up for consideration. Before we start, I think it deserves a bit of planning, and preparation. We don't want it to taper out at 6 or so pages.

Name: "Halon" nickname due to massive chemistry interest.
Age: 21
Appearance: 6' 0", 207lbs, High and tight hair cut, has muscle mass, but doesn't look like hulk hogan or anything like that.
Abilities: Marksmanship training, basic EMT training, some further medical training.
Equipment: M9 Pistol, Barrett .50cal, M-4 Carbine, M-249 SAW, and a whole lot of other stuff.
Background: Over a year ago, Halon was a member of the airforce security forces, but that all changed when the zombie outbreak began. After the dispersal of the group including a maniacal clown, a biker, a hippie, and a spec ops soldier Halon left with a small group of bikers and founded "Second Chance Suites" in an abandoned hotel. After securing generators and other necessary items the hotel became a base of operations and allowed Halon and his crew to secure weapons and even gold from surrounding banks, military armories, etc. After killing Mr. Phoenix, Halon became paranoid of anything with a slight russian accent, but his collection of weapons, currency, and survivors allowed him to interact with russian relief forces to broker a deal with the russian commander in the area allowing him to continue operating his little oasis in the undead desert.

*WOOT! Halon's old enough to drink legally now!*

ghosty wrote:Okay, seeing as this probably will be going down, being evil overmind im gonna set some ground rules. It will make it easier, and it'll work.

1. Whoever the GM will be, he cant have a player. I know this is hard, but it removes bias, and it means they can dedicate their time wholly to the RP. We saw the magic that came from Silver doing so.

2. Additionally, they're gonna have to be dedicated, and regular posters, who have the time to write, if necessary, up to a couple of pages of Rp at a time.

3. Immersion is ver. important, and to keep it up, the poster will have to be good at keeping up punctuation. I know it sounds easy, but its easy to forget yourself in the 'heat' of the Rp.

Im sure i'll think of some more, but these ones are just up for consideration. Before we start, I think it deserves a bit of planning, and preparation. We don't want it to taper out at 6 or so pages.

I've got to agree with ghosty here concerning a player not being the GM,no offense at all to you Dark as I don't believe you'd play favorites,but...it's far to much for anyone to juggle,writing your own character,keeping up with every other character,keeping the narrative moving,planning events and remaining impartial is just too much to lay on any one person.

I think that it can be done. Though will admit that it would be hard at times.

FITZZ wrote:

ghosty wrote:Okay, seeing as this probably will be going down, being evil overmind im gonna set some ground rules. It will make it easier, and it'll work.

1. Whoever the GM will be, he cant have a player. I know this is hard, but it removes bias, and it means they can dedicate their time wholly to the RP. We saw the magic that came from Silver doing so.

2. Additionally, they're gonna have to be dedicated, and regular posters, who have the time to write, if necessary, up to a couple of pages of Rp at a time.

3. Immersion is ver. important, and to keep it up, the poster will have to be good at keeping up punctuation. I know it sounds easy, but its easy to forget yourself in the 'heat' of the Rp.

Im sure i'll think of some more, but these ones are just up for consideration. Before we start, I think it deserves a bit of planning, and preparation. We don't want it to taper out at 6 or so pages.

I've got to agree with ghosty here concerning a player not being the GM,no offense at all to you Dark as I don't believe you'd play favorites,but...it's far to much for anyone to juggle,writing your own character,keeping up with every other character,keeping the narrative moving,planning events and remaining impartial is just too much to lay on any one person.

Yeah, I have to agree.

Don't know, its a double edged sword here. If he GM's and has a character he has a vested interest to keep it going along although the number of events may be lower. If he just GM's he may have more events, but due to lack of personal affect he may not feel like writing them so often.

Its all iffy, but if there's a lot of players in this one then I would say no GM character as we can assume this following GM character.

Name: Earth
Age: ~4.5 billion years
Appearance: 197 million square miles large with about 70% of her face covered with water, the other percent solid features.
Abilities: Can spin and orbit pretty well.
Background: Earth's birth was volcanic and harsh, she could hardly support any form of life for most of her youth. Although she later managed to support life most of her life has been dedicated to supporting her many children and she is growing tired of it. She plans to retire December 21, 2012.

I'm in I just got bored with the end of the last one, it just ground to a crawl, if it keeps moving i'll keep posting

if somebody can provide a TL;DR version of catchup i'll write up a new character, probs Jen again, evil genieus Jennifer that is, apparently(I love evil geniuses)

Bonzo took some bikers and created a clown biker gang a la sweet tooth from twisted metal, Tombstone and Daisy rode off into the sunset and lived happily ever after, Halon found a place to stay with a couple of bikers/chicks, Shadow went off to do his thing, Phoenix was killed by Halon(wasn't his fault), Jennifer got mad and escaped with some of Phoenix's men. Keira found a new love in the form of a biker and also rode off into the sunset.

We know what Halon did after that as its in my background, no word from Shadow, Tombstone, Daisy, Keira, Bonzo, or your Jennifer yet.

Also, Russia is really cold and it freezes the zombie who have no idea that they are being frozen. They can be thawed out though, just saying.

Name - Janje
Age - 27
Height - 6'2"
Personality - Easily narked, a bit mental and paranoid. But looks after those he deems worthy
Appearance - Tall, Thin, Ginger.
Equipment - a Saucepan. Uzi packed into his back pocket. a Multitude of knives. and a Bag with some unknown contents in that he will not reveal ever! Until he decides to blow something up with the c4 inside.
Skills - Cooking. Going mental and killing a shag load of stuff
Background/History - A Ginger mental paitient who got released after he forced the medical examiner to deem him sane again. He now realises he shoulld have stayed in there...
Other - Touch any of my stuff, and i'll punch you in the nuts with my Saucepan!

For those who may be unfamiliar with the previous zombie RPG,allow me to introduce you to Tombstone.

Name - Tombstone
Age - Late twenties
Height - 6'6"
Personality - The last person anyone wants to feth with.
Appearance - Tall and powerfully built,long dark hair,covered in tattoos...think the Kurgen from the first Highlander film.
Equipment - Tombstone usually carries twin 9mm Berettas,an MP5 and a 9inch switchblade,but has access to a vast amount of various weapons and supplies.
Skills - Fast,powerful and deadly,Tombstone is a master in killing,highly proficient with any firearm/knife...can move with extreme stealth.
Background/History - Born in New Orleans,Tombstone was orphaned as a child and raised in an abusive state run home where he learned early the power of absolute brutality,upon leaving the home as a young teen he ascended to become one of the most feared drug dealers on the streets until his involvement in several slayings forced him to flee the police.
In his travels he encountered the Satan's Servants Motorcycle gang,where he found a place amongst their number and quickly rose through the ranks,becoming the gangs top hit man/assassin.
While on a mission to kill a former employee of the Satan's Servants and to kidnap the crime boss Mr. Phoenix's Daughter Jennifer,Tombstone found himself caught in the outbreak of the zombie uprising.
Banding together with Shadow,Halon,Keira,Bonzo and others,the biker fought his way through the first horrific days of the undead hell,finally arriving at the mansion of Mr.Phoenix where,in the chaos of Phoenix's death and an full blown assault of an army of ghouls.Tombstone,along with his beloved Daisy and mentor,the Biker Leader One Eye were separated from the rest of the group and made their way to the mountains in hopes of finding safety in an abandoned commune.
Now,a year later Tombstone,along with Daisy and One Eye plus dozens of other Satan's Servants who managed to survive the initial zombie outbreak and made their way to the commune,have established an outpost of relative safety in the mountains.
Other - The commune is now a fortified camp,well secured and well defended by a large group of bikers and their families,who launch raids into nearby towns for supplies and while they may go to the aid of or welcome groups of survivors who they deem trustworthy,they will not tolerate any outsiders whom they feel are detrimental to their existence.

So far we haven't mentioned Karon a.k.a "Jewman". Although Janje sounds similar to a strange lovechild of Jewman and Bonzo...

Name - Jennifer Phoenix
Age - 25
Height - 5' 11''
Personality - bossy evil genious out for revenge
Appearance - Slender, shoulder length black hair
Equipment - Kantana, five seven, M4
Skills - Athletic, sneaky, skilled martial artist, good shot
Background/History - daughter of crime boss Adam Phoenix Jennifer was left to inherit his empire after his apparernt death, under the guidence of her dads old friend Ashton she expanded and strenghtend her hold in the surrounding states, dealing drugs and guns to many minor gangs. Everything was going well untill Zday, in a matter of hours her life was turned upsidedown, her shipments unreachable she fled the city with other survivors, only to find out from one of then that her dad was still alive, after a brief reunion with her father. he was killed as she drove away with his men, now working with the russians from an Ex US navy vessel she wears two bullets round her neck now, one for her and one with the name "Halon" scratched into the side
Other -

She's making a list,
She's checking it twice,
She's gonna' find out
Who's naughty or nice.
Jennifer is coming TO KILL YOU!

halonachos wrote:So far we haven't mentioned Karon a.k.a "Jewman". Although Janje sounds similar to a strange lovechild of Jewman and Bonzo...

Dear lord...your right.
In all the chaos that ensued in the previous Rp...you don't suppose that Patrick"Jewman" and Bonzo slipped away for a little "wink wink nudge nudge" do you?

...Uh-oh,looks like Princess is bit angry with you Halon. ...Good to have you back Ninja,looking forward to seeing what evil plans Jennifer hatches.

FM Ninja 048 wrote:Name - Jennifer Phoenix
Age - 25
Height - 5' 11''
Personality - bossy evil genious out for revenge
Appearance - Slender, shoulder length black hair
Equipment - Kantana, five seven, M4
Skills - Athletic, sneaky, skilled martial artist, good shot
Background/History - daughter of crime boss Adam Phoenix Jennifer was left to inherit his empire after his apparernt death, under the guidence of her dads old friend Ashton she expanded and strenghtend her hold in the surrounding states, dealing drugs and guns to many minor gangs. Everything was going well untill Zday, in a matter of hours her life was turned upsidedown, her shipments unreachable she fled the city with other survivors, only to find out from one of then that her dad was still alive, after a brief reunion with her father. he was killed as she drove away with his men, now working with the russians from an Ex US navy vessel she wears two bullets round her neck now, one for her and one with the name "Halon" scratched into the side
Other -

She's making a list,
She's checking it twice,
She's gonna' find out
Who's naughty or nice.
Jennifer is coming TO KILL YOU!

feth, she's on a boat... at least she cares enough to name a bullet after me.

@Fitzz, I hope to god not, although I'm pretty sure that we would've heard the chainsaws and explosives going off if they did slink off for a little "boom, boom, rev, rev".

Hmm. I can do all of those things that you mentioned, Ghosty, although it'll be a shame to not have him around.

But believe me. He'll come back. Eventually..

Until then, I think I'll just torment you all with a Russian invasion force.


Edit: I'll get something up ASAP. With any luck, that will be in about two hours or something.

Happy 2670th to me.

Small bit of admin on my part.

-- CHARACTERS --

Player: chowderhead13
Name: Dmitri Vlassov
Age: 22
Height: 6'3"
Personality: Serious, Non-talkative, Usually introverted.
Appearance- Scar over 1 eye from childhood fight, Burn marks on back from a Car Bomb.
Equipment- SVD Sniper, Seiga Shotgun, Makarov Pistol, Arctic Ghillie Suit, K-Bar (His Grand-father's Knife, taken from a American GI in WWII)
Skills- 4 Years of sniper training, 6 years in Russian Military, 2 years of Field Commander training, Expert Knife fighter.
Background- Dmitri was born into a home with 6 brothers and 2 sisters. The parents were alcoholics, and Dmitri joined a gang, where he stayed for 6 years. He was caught at the age of 18 by the Soviet government. He was told he could join the Military, or die for his crimes. He joined the military, and has become a sniper after basic training. He still has his skills from the gang, and still never cracks a smile.

Player: Scrazza
Name: 'slick' Robbie.
age 21
height: 1.86 meter
personality: gun ho, in for a laugh, gets happy when he can kill some zombies, loves to tinker with weapons.
Appearance: Light brown hear, stubles, likes to wear his hair in a mohawk. Leather biker jacket
equipment: 2 Beretta 9mm pistols holstered at waist, Scar H assaut rifle, Bunch of frag grenades, 3 semtex sticky explosives.
Skills: Shooting. Close range assault. Hit and Run. stealth
Background: His parents were killed by zombies a year ago. He looted a nearby military base, got some high tech weapons, and swore to himself he would kill all zombies to the last one. at age 19 he joined a biker gang, but most were killed by the zombies and the rest of the gang fragmentated.
Other: And someone stole his damn bike!

Player: Halonachos
Name: "Halon" nickname due to massive chemistry interest.
Age: 21
Appearance: 6' 0", 207lbs, High and tight hair cut, has muscle mass, but doesn't look like hulk hogan or anything like that.
Abilities: Marksmanship training, basic EMT training, some further medical training.
Equipment: M9 Pistol, Barrett .50cal, M-4 Carbine, M-249 SAW, and a whole lot of other stuff.
Background: Over a year ago, Halon was a member of the airforce security forces, but that all changed when the zombie outbreak began. After the dispersal of the group including a maniacal clown, a biker, a hippie, and a spec ops soldier Halon left with a small group of bikers and founded "Second Chance Suites" in an abandoned hotel. After securing generators and other necessary items the hotel became a base of operations and allowed Halon and his crew to secure weapons and even gold from surrounding banks, military armories, etc. After killing Mr. Phoenix, Halon became paranoid of anything with a slight russian accent, but his collection of weapons, currency, and survivors allowed him to interact with russian relief forces to broker a deal with the russian commander in the area allowing him to continue operating his little oasis in the undead desert.

Player: Bloodhorror
Name - Janje
Age - 27
Height - 6'2"
Personality - Easily narked, a bit mental and paranoid. But looks after those he deems worthy
Appearance - Tall, Thin, Ginger.
Equipment - a Saucepan. Uzi packed into his back pocket. a Multitude of knives. and a Bag with some unknown contents in that he will not reveal ever! Until he decides to blow something up with the c4 inside.
Skills - Cooking. Going mental and killing a shag load of stuff
Background/History - A Ginger mental paitient who got released after he forced the medical examiner to deem him sane again. He now realises he shoulld have stayed in there...
Other - Touch any of my stuff, and i'll punch you in the nuts with my Saucepan!

Player: FITZZ
Name - Tombstone
Age - Late twenties
Height - 6'6"
Personality - The last person anyone wants to feth with.
Appearance - Tall and powerfully built,long dark hair,covered in tattoos...think the Kurgen from the first Highlander film.
Equipment - Tombstone usually carries twin 9mm Berettas,an MP5 and a 9inch switchblade,but has access to a vast amount of various weapons and supplies.
Skills - Fast,powerful and deadly,Tombstone is a master in killing,highly proficient with any firearm/knife...can move with extreme stealth.
Background/History - Born in New Orleans,Tombstone was orphaned as a child and raised in an abusive state run home where he learned early the power of absolute brutality,upon leaving the home as a young teen he ascended to become one of the most feared drug dealers on the streets until his involvement in several slayings forced him to flee the police.
In his travels he encountered the Satan's Servants Motorcycle gang,where he found a place amongst their number and quickly rose through the ranks,becoming the gangs top hit man/assassin.
While on a mission to kill a former employee of the Satan's Servants and to kidnap the crime boss Mr. Phoenix's Daughter Jennifer,Tombstone found himself caught in the outbreak of the zombie uprising.
Banding together with Shadow,Halon,Keira,Bonzo and others,the biker fought his way through the first horrific days of the undead hell,finally arriving at the mansion of Mr.Phoenix where,in the chaos of Phoenix's death and an full blown assault of an army of ghouls.Tombstone,along with his beloved Daisy and mentor,the Biker Leader One Eye were separated from the rest of the group and made their way to the mountains in hopes of finding safety in an abandoned commune.
Now,a year later Tombstone,along with Daisy and One Eye plus dozens of other Satan's Servants who managed to survive the initial zombie outbreak and made their way to the commune,have established an outpost of relative safety in the mountains.
Other - The commune is now a fortified camp,well secured and well defended by a large group of bikers and their families,who launch raids into nearby towns for supplies and while they may go to the aid of or welcome groups of survivors who they deem trustworthy,they will not tolerate any outsiders whom they feel are detrimental to their existence.

Player: FM Ninja 048
Name - Jennifer Phoenix
Age - 25
Height - 5' 11''
Personality - bossy evil genious out for revenge
Appearance - Slender, shoulder length black hair
Equipment - Kantana, five seven, M4
Skills - Athletic, sneaky, skilled martial artist, good shot
Background/History - daughter of crime boss Adam Phoenix Jennifer was left to inherit his empire after his apparernt death, under the guidence of her dads old friend Ashton she expanded and strenghtend her hold in the surrounding states, dealing drugs and guns to many minor gangs. Everything was going well untill Zday, in a matter of hours her life was turned upsidedown, her shipments unreachable she fled the city with other survivors, only to find out from one of then that her dad was still alive, after a brief reunion with her father. he was killed as she drove away with his men, now working with the russians from an Ex US navy vessel she wears two bullets round her neck now, one for her and one with the name "Halon" scratched into the side
Other -




And now we wait for the rest of the pantheon to assemble.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Hmm. I can do all of those things that you mentioned, Ghosty, although it'll be a shame to not have him around.

But believe me. He'll come back. Eventually..

Until then, I think I'll just torment you all with a Russian invasion force.


Edit: I'll get something up ASAP. With any luck, that will be in about two hours or something.

So...am I to understand you'll be GMing this round,and that poor Shadow will be left to wonder the wasteland in his previous amnesiac condition with out benefit of your control???

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Hmm. I can do all of those things that you mentioned, Ghosty, although it'll be a shame to not have him around.

But believe me. He'll come back. Eventually..

Until then, I think I'll just torment you all with a Russian invasion force.


Edit: I'll get something up ASAP. With any luck, that will be in about two hours or something.

So...am I to understand you'll be GMing this round,and that poor Shadow will be left to wonder the wasteland in his previous amnesiac condition with out benefit of your control???

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Hmm. I can do all of those things that you mentioned, Ghosty, although it'll be a shame to not have him around.

But believe me. He'll come back. Eventually..

Until then, I think I'll just torment you all with a Russian invasion force.


Edit: I'll get something up ASAP. With any luck, that will be in about two hours or something.

So...am I to understand you'll be GMing this round,and that poor Shadow will be left to wonder the wasteland in his previous amnesiac condition with out benefit of your control???

...Although I'm sure old Tombstone won't be to happy about not having Shadow around.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Hmm. I can do all of those things that you mentioned, Ghosty, although it'll be a shame to not have him around.

But believe me. He'll come back. Eventually..

Until then, I think I'll just torment you all with a Russian invasion force.


Edit: I'll get something up ASAP. With any luck, that will be in about two hours or something.

So...am I to understand you'll be GMing this round,and that poor Shadow will be left to wonder the wasteland in his previous amnesiac condition with out benefit of your control???

I'm going to guess that the Russians don't stand a chance after all Shadow will have a daily quota of dead russians, however he will forget that he already filled that quota hours ago and start again before going to sleep and starting another day.

Do we have a location setting yet?

halonachos wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Hmm. I can do all of those things that you mentioned, Ghosty, although it'll be a shame to not have him around.

But believe me. He'll come back. Eventually..

Until then, I think I'll just torment you all with a Russian invasion force.


Edit: I'll get something up ASAP. With any luck, that will be in about two hours or something.

So...am I to understand you'll be GMing this round,and that poor Shadow will be left to wonder the wasteland in his previous amnesiac condition with out benefit of your control???

I'm going to guess that the Russians don't stand a chance after all Shadow will have a daily quota of dead russians, however he will forget that he already filled that quota hours ago and start again before going to sleep and starting another day.

Exactly!...Shadow will be the zombie wastelands version of that guy in "memento".

Shadow staring at the freshly butchered bodies of several Russians he just killed "..Hey! I wonder who killed all these Russians..I have no clue..but it sure seems like a good idea!!"..scampers off to repeat process.

jp400 wrote:Do we have a location setting yet?

IIRC,Suanders had been drug off into the forest by some tentacled horror...so I imagine your location would be in the digestive tract of some horrible abomination.

Just joking jp...I'd imagine that since we were all scattered to the four winds at the end of the last RP,the basic location would be within a 300 mile radius of the location of the final event of the last RP.

Except for Jennifer...who is off sitting on a boat with a load of Russians plotting to kill all of us...especially Halon.

FITZZ wrote:

jp400 wrote:Do we have a location setting yet?

IIRC,Suanders had been drug off into the forest by some tentacled horror...so I imagine your location would be in the digestive tract of some horrible abomination.

Just joking jp...I'd imagine that since we were all scattered to the four winds at the end of the last RP,the basic location would be within a 300 mile radius of the location of the final event of the last RP.

Except for Jennifer...who is off sitting on a boat with a load of Russians plotting to kill all of us...especially Halon.

Damnit, that wasn't my fault! Can I be somebody else besides Halon, you know, like god?

ROFL.

You never know, Saunders may make a last min come back.

And besides, we are dealing with Russians. How bad could it be, right?

Name - Keira
Age - 22
Height - 5' 7"
Personality - Seems a nice person, generous, kind and will stick up for the under dog. She still has some issues though, suffers from depression and a mild form of post traumatic stress.
Appearance - Slim, but not especially muscular, hair shaved short, tattoo on her arm saying "I'd rather die with you, than live without." Keira's generally pretty face is marred by a long scar starting from her scalp, and ending at the cheekbone. One eye has been made useless, but Keira doesn't care any more. She also went through a period of self harming, and has the scars to prove it.
Equipment - Keira used to carry a multitude of weapons, but has ditched them as they broke or ran out of ammo. Her currant weaponry is a single MAC-10 machine pistol, a sawn of 12 gauge, and a baseball bat. Scalpols and surgical equipment are placed in her backpack, as is a medical kit and a change of clothes.
Skills - Trained and worked as a nurse in a hospital for the whole of her working life. Keira can patch up just about everything short of full blown surgery, but if it comes down to that, she will try.
Background/History - Keira used to be involved with a surgeon called Tom. Tragically, he was infected with the Zombie virus whilst trying to save Keira from the undead. She treated him as best he could, but in the end, the virus won its way through, and he joined the ranks of the undead, if only for a short time. After the incident, Keira's mental health degraded to the point she could no longer discern friend from foe, living from dead, her lover from anyone else. However, it wasn't the end for her mind. Keira, thanks to the heroics of Shadow, was saved from certain, and horrific death to a mutant, and with the treatment of the Medicine Man, and a Biker by the name of 'Hog' Keira recovered, and found new love. Completely unhinged at times, Hedonistic, romantic or Impulsive at others, to analyse Keira's mind would be to open a can of worms. She will, however, always protect others, and if it comes down to it, will put her life on the line to save a stranger. Keira and Hog escaped the madness by living up in a small log cabin in the woods miles from the nearest town. They have lived up there ever since...
Other - Must. Resist. Urge. To. Add. A. Baby.....

Add a baby, you could use it as zombie bait.

I'm in guys, sorry if my posts are a little patchy in the next two weeks, desperately trying to find an internet connection in India.

If I can find the internet connection and time, I'll post up a revised description of Bonzo, considering his mental state change more than I'm changing my T-Shirts in this heat. RP later guys. ^^

Also for Jennifer I will assume by "ex Navy vessel" you surely mean the USS Constitution.

halonachos wrote:Also for Jennifer I will assume by "ex Navy vessel" you surely mean the USS Constitution.

Sorry buddy...but I'm sure Jennifer is most likely rolling around in something like this.

A bit out there, you guys. Try something a bit more like this:




This will be the Russian 'HQ' type-thingy, where all the medal-brandishers brandish their medals and oversee the invasion *ahem* I mean relief efforts. Armoured relief efforts. Heavily armoured..


And yes, all the Russian troops will be running around dressed like this:



Cheers image-provider.

Reason being, is that the US Government set off a fair few nukes as we all know and thank them for.

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Now, onto location.. erm.. well I'm A-class bollucks at Geography and I only found out Canada is bigger than the USA like three days ago so..

But basically, the RP generally takes place near whatever smouldering-zombie-infected remains there are of "The City", the imaginary mountains + whatever else is over there to the West of 'The City' and then the Sea with above Russian Warship in it.

Also, anyone who actually lives in America - help would be appreciated.


Edit: As for timescale, we'll just call it January 16th 2012. Whoever predicted that Apocalypse was a bit out.

Why 2012, you ask? Well, it makes sense. The zombies basically took over most of the US and Canada by Christmas 2011 (see OP part 1) and so a year later would be roughly January.


Edit #2: I'm going to wait until everyone to post up their character, ie SilverMK2 and GUO, and anyone else who feels like killing imaginary Russians.

So, eastern seaboard it is then. Mountains to the west and sea to the east. The russians will probably harbor around Norfolk, Virginia as its a huge navy base or around Groton, Connecticut which has a major sub base. Also, are parts of the american armed forces still around and does a broken/but existant US government still exist?

This is the eastern seaboard, because we have mountains just about anything on that coast except for Florida is possible.

Cheers for that Halon, "what he said". But if you could do me a favor, maybe copy into paint and re-upload that image with little circles around the area you are talking about? That'd be great.

As for government, there are a few people of importance. No real structure, but what small remains of the military/police etc went around to tell people not to be afraid of the Russians. Pah, good luck..

Anyway, the Government, or whatever's left, has said that the Russians are just helping "the world get back on its feet", but everyone knows that they're really just trying to take over. Word's been going around that Russia has had three major drafts so that they can ship out more soldiers to occupy the rest of the world; however it has been noted that those countries with few natural resources or economical potential have been abandoned.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:
Edit #2: I'm going to wait until everyone to post up their character, ie SilverMK2 and GUO, and anyone else who feels like killing imaginary Russians.

*Gulp*

I think we should create a living map using the map Halonachos so graciously provided us with.

Chowder, make sure to read the edit above your last post.

Also, what exactly do you mean by 'living map'?

Fitzz is more correct, although with new hardware from the russians, she's expected to be upgrading soon



i'd expect the russians to be totting around in typhoons and these, balistic missile cruisers (252m long)

Here's a map.

Soo.. we're in Virginia, near Norfolk? Damn its weird talking about a place that exists in two countries.. I'll stick that map in the OP. Thanks again, Halon.

Also, you seem to know much about the Russian military forces, Ninja. Just a little too much.. Ima watch you.

Either way, whatever kind of ship you fancy. Infact, if you feel like it, you can come up with the whole Russian fleet based around America while you're at it.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Chowder, make sure to read the edit above your last post.

Also, what exactly do you mean by 'living map'?

A map depicting what areas are controlled by the living and what areas are still overrun by zeds?

Actually I was just saying that we are on the eastern seaboard seeing as though we have mountains to the west and sea to the east.

The most likely place for the russians to put their ships is a port. The top two that come to mind are in Norfolk or Groton, also because they most likely have fueling stations nearby as well, I know Norfolk does.

So we may not necessarily be in Norfolk, but the russians most likely are. For a comparison of time, the mountains are about 4 hours drive from Norfolk with many cities in between. It also depends on what kind of weather you want for the RP. Connecticut is in a region of the US called "New England", in fact Groton is located in a county known as "New London" and its called that for a reason, the weather sucks. Virginia experiences all four seasons and the western part manages to get snow while the east gets snow every blue moon.

For the sake of the RP I would say around the middle of Virginia if you want us to experience heavy russian presence, but march it a little bit north or south if you want less of a presence.

Virginia does have a lot of military bases;
Naval Air Station Oceana, Naval Base Norfolk, Langley Air Base, Naval Amphibious Base Little Creek, Military Sealift Command, etc. We also have C.I.A headquarters and F.B.I headquarters along with part of Washingon D.C and the Pentagon. So yeah, the russians will be there.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Also, you seem to know much about the Russian military forces, Ninja. Just a little too much.. Ima watch you.

Either way, whatever kind of ship you fancy. Infact, if you feel like it, you can come up with the whole Russian fleet based around America while you're at it.

done, gives me something interesting to do

russians are so cool, all their stuff is just engines and guns a sort of "get s**t done" feel that doesn't have to look good or be comfy

also i'm (jennifer) is chillin out at the "nia" of Norfolk virginnia FYI

Just to clarify once again, The Russians aren't intended bad guys. Simply cos they really cant be. Sure we can survive gang warfare, and crazed snipers, but I have no illusions if a russian helicopter came after us, it'd be insta death.

The idea is that after America, and some other countries around the world collapsed, the major world power of Russia steps up to be the heroine (motherland, gettit? ) considering, even if say China didn't get overrun, they'd be preoccupied fighting an all out war against India's hordes.

Russia can of course be evil if you so choose, but I kinda Imagined them to be a relief force; supplying survivors, getting them out of the hot zones, being ample meat for a possible ressurection of the virus...

Yeah, i know but they'd have to come prepared to fight of whatever the east coast of america's population is worth of zombies, they wouldn't really know how many if any survivours there would be

wait, If the GM writes up an event, I am suposed to PM him right? Kinda what I want my character to do? Or how does this work again?

sorry, I am used to just type out whatever I want my character to do.

Yes, something like that Scrazz. I know it never really worked with Gowab, but ah well. I'm sure the others will be happy to explain, right guys?

Well, the Russians will help the other countries because its humanitarian and they're not all completely evil. But if you were in charge of Russia and you saw a rare double-whammy opportunity to both save and take over the entire world, wouldn't you? Plus you get to kill zombies and blow sh*t up!

So my guy isn't as evil as I thought? Hooray! And yeah, I can probably bust out a map of the US with surviors, players, save zones and zombies by around 7-8:00 E.S.T. If everyone would like to PM me their location, that would make things easier.

right, I did the russian relief force map, heres the mk1, what do you think also made al little blurb about how i think they would act

FM Ninja 048 wrote:right, I did the russian relief force map, heres the mk1, what do you think also made al little blurb about how i think they would act

Alright, can I add some zombies to this map?

Great! I love it!


Edit: Chowder, I think I'll do the zombies, thank you.

So Jennifer's chilling in the Atlantic? Ballsy.

I'm a bit stumped as to where my location might be,of course I know Tombstone and his merry band of bikers are holding up in a fortified commune up in a mountainous range approximately 70 miles west(ish) of the sight of the final "Mansion massacre" of the last RP...but I have absolutely no idea where that might be on the map.

See the "VIR" in Virginia? To the east of that is where you would be. The border with Virginia and West Virginia has a lot of mountains and Virginia itself has three types of terrain; Mountains, hills, flat.

Its on a cake, but it'll do.

Piedmont is hilly, coastal plain is flat, Blueridge Mountains are mountains, valley is hilly, Appalachian Plateu is another mountain range.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Great! I love it!


Edit: Chowder, I think I'll do the zombies, thank you.

I feel like doing something helpful, as I think I am the only new one to this universe. Is there anything at all Can do?

Also, I think I'll be in Rural New York, if that is possible.

halonachos wrote:See the "VIR" in Virginia? To the east of that is where you would be. The border with Virginia and West Virginia has a lot of mountains and Virginia itself has three types of terrain; Mountains, hills, flat.

Its on a cake, but it'll do.

Piedmont is hilly, coastal plain is flat, Blueridge Mountains are mountains, valley is hilly, Appalachian Plateu is another mountain range.

So...I'm on a cake?...but I thought the cake was a lie.

Just joking ..thanks man,that clears up my location...I'm some where near the "VIR".

Yes, you're on the border of frostingville and Sprinkle City.

chowderhead13 wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Great! I love it!


Edit: Chowder, I think I'll do the zombies, thank you.

I feel like doing something helpful, as I think I am the only new one to this universe. Is there anything at all Can do?

Also, I think I'll be in Rural New York, if that is possible.

Your not the only new one to this universe chowder,scrazza and BloodHorror are new to it as well.
Can't think of any reason you can't be in rural New York...other than the millions of zombies from the cities who may have decided to take a walk in the woods.

@ Halonachos.

Sprinkle City?...I'm definitely using that some where in the RP my friend.

FITZZ wrote:
Can't think of any reason you can't be in rural New York...other than the millions of zombies from the cities who may have decided to take a walk in the woods.

I don't think that the Russians would want to send a 2-man sniper team to a 14,000,000 man zombie party.

You know what's funny...

http://www.nowpublic.com/strange/survive-norfolk-zombies-vs-humans-virginia-attract-10-000-2706312.html

Darkvoidof40k wrote:
And yes, all the Russian troops will be running around dressed like this:

Fixed for historical accuracy.

^^ Indeed.

Well if Silver and GUO don't get their a$$e$ in gear soon then I will officially start the RP later today - provided I get on my computer.. damned homework..on a bloody half-term..grumble..



EDIT: Looks like I'll be starting the RP anyway - Silver is on holiday or something for a week and GUO is having trouble finding internet connections in India.

Just making my character now (will be updated when done - will be a russian dog handler/vet/medic)

Name - Helena Antipova
Age - 28
Height - 5' 5"
Personality - Friendly and positive, loves animals.
Appearance - Small and slim - shoulder length black hair and brown eyes. Wears regular issue Russian military gear with dog handler and vetinary officer badges, as well as medical officer patch.
Equipment - Standard sidearm. Combat knife. Field medical kit. Standard military equipment.
Skills - Animal hander, vet, medical skills, average shot, smart and adaptable.
Background/History - In the last year of a vetinary degree at the start of the outbreak at Moscow University she managed to escape to the countryside during a withdrawall organised by the students (armed with improvised weapons and arms and ammo liberated from the university armoury). They were then rounded up by the army and conscripted in the defence of the motherland. After the discovery of the importance of dogs in hunting/defending against zombies her training and skills were put to use clearning important infected locations, along with other K9 units and regular army units. She also functioned as a medical officer to the soldiers she served with - genuine doctors being in short supply.
Other - Until recently serving in Siberia clearing classified military installations, she was transferred to the small American Investigative Force.

Dog's name: Alexi
Breed: German shepherd mix
Age: ~1 year

I've added you to the OP, Silver.

Also, its a shame to start without Bonzo/GUO, but I have to be fair to the rest of you.

Introduction post time, people!

Im ok waiting for GuO To be honest. Depends on the general views of others though.

I'm down for whatever. Will check back in later and see what the verdict is.

Helena stood on the deck of the warship, looking over the American shoreline. Alexi stood with her, his ears gently twitching as he tracked crewmen moving about on their duties. The darkness over the land was in contrast with the gentle phosphorescence of the surf and the reflexion of the moon glinting on the oceans surface.

A year ago, before the plague ripped across the globe, she had never even dreamed of travelling to America. So much had happened in between – both good and bad. She had discovered strengths within herself that she never knew she had, found and lost love, friends and companions. She stroked the small scar ringing her left ring finger and held back the tears the memories evoked – a promise and a reminder of another life forever extinguished.

Diesel engines roared close to the shore as the landing craft beached. The flashes of small arms lit the night that remained between the high intensity search lights which had been turned on to facilitate the landings. The sounds of gunfire drifted across the water. Alexi didn’t even flinch. She smiled down at him and scratched behind his ears.

She knew how stupid it was to fight at night – one of the primary advantages of human beings over the walking dead being their sight – but the timetable was tight enough that they could not wait to delay even for a few hours.

She listened to the barking of K9 units on the shore – thankfully none in distress – and tried to relax as best she could. Alexi and she were attached to one of the units which would drive inland in the morning. She was not sure what they were looking for, but there was at least one intelligence operative attached to the squad so it was almost certain to be a military target they were aiming for. She just hoped that it was not going to be as cold as her last posting in Siberia – not helped by the mild nuclear winter caused by so many nuclear powers setting off warheads around the globe.

She turned back to the ship.

“Come on Alexi – let’s try and get some sleep.”

I'm of the train of thought that so long as GUO/Bonzo has no direct contact with any of the other characters until he can locate reliable Internet connections it's no great hindrance to the narrative...

By this I mean,since Bonzo is an erratic character,there is no reason that GUO can't use the erratic connections he is dealing with to still participate,sort of making Bonzo a hit and run character for the beginning of the story.

It could actually be interesting...sort of "where will that crazy clown pop up next."
Then,off course when GUO has more reliable Internet connections,he can have Bonzo interact/juggle for/join up with other characters.

...just a thought and of course it's all up to how GUO wants to do things.

I know I keep saying it, but ah well - I will post up some actual storyline when I can.

I had actually thought that the Russians would have already been in America and the continent it is on, but ah well. I'm sure we'll all think of something to fix that particular plothole.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

I know I keep saying it, but ah well - I will post up some actual storyline when I can.

I had actually thought that the Russians would have already been in America and the continent it is on, but ah well. I'm sure we'll all think of something to fix that particular plothole.

No reason why you still can't have an established Russian presence in America,Silvers character and the accompanying ships/troops could simply be reinforcements...or an expeditionary force sent from the command/established areas on an expansion mission.

introdutory post.

BIC

He saw shadows at the end of the hallway. He waited for them to go away, Robbie didn't want this to turn ut into a frontal assault with guns blazing. If he wanted to scavenge this building, it needed to be done with stealth. The little scouting he had done in daylight proved that there were at least six zeds in the building. He was looking for supplies. Robbie didn't want to waste more than ge gained, so stealth was an issue.

Robbie stalked the hallway as soon as the shadows were gone. He made sure he didn't step on anything that would give his position away to the zeds. He finaly came across the room he wanted to check out. The armoury. Robbie found this little town in Virginia by accident, and he first wanted to find the police HQ. Robbie wasn't sure where he was, he didn't see any road signs. He checked for zombies before entering the armoury. Not a living thing in there.

He crawled his way further, and closed the door behind him. Robbie checked the ammo boxes and got lucky. He found some 9mm ammo for his two pistols. he tucked the clips away in his backpack, and looked around. He needed a map of Virginia. A detailed map.

No such thing. His luck had quit on him after he found those ammo clips. He carefully stepped back to the door. He opened the door, and then a thought smacked him. He despiratly needed nightvision goggles. He couldn't see anything. something must have happened with the lights, they were out. He didn't think, and switched on his lamp pack tucked away in his brestpocket. As soon as the light went on, Robbie saw straight into the rotted flesh of a zombie. How reckless! How could he have been so stupid? He quickly drew his knife. he couldn't afford more attention, so no guns. The zed reached out, moaning while he did. Robbie sliced the zombie's arms, but the zed wouldn't stop getting at him. He couldn't afford to fight here. He used speed to get out. He pushed the zed away, and ran for it. Trough all the halls and hallways he rememberd comming through. Then he saw the main doors.

He ran fast, ramming open the doors he so silently tried to open on the way in. He was out of the police station. Robbie looked where he could hide. outside, it was pitch black. Only his lamp pack shone out. He saw a suitably safe spot to hide and switched of his lamp before running towards it. He could hear moaning and mumbling. The zeds had followed him. He held his hand to his mouth, not letting the sound of his breathing through. When he was sure the zeds have forgotten about him and were shuffling off to find someone elses brains, he got up and left to search a good spot to sleep.

"This was close enough for today." He whispered to himself in the darkness.

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

I know I keep saying it, but ah well - I will post up some actual storyline when I can.

I had actually thought that the Russians would have already been in America and the continent it is on, but ah well. I'm sure we'll all think of something to fix that particular plothole.

No reason why you still can't have an established Russian presence in America,Silvers character and the accompanying ships/troops could simply be reinforcements...or an expeditionary force sent from the command/established areas on an expansion mission.

I was thinking that this would be the larger landings represented by the safe zones on the map. More advanced units may well have been in the country for some time, possibly acting as scouts to locate targets of value?

^
what Silver said. Russian Recon could have landed via beach landing or air drop. They would the secure important locations like military bases, main roads to transport the big stuff, etc. Gas stations may be valueable too.....I think.

Exactly,Russian reinforcements would be arriving with some frequency for a few years.
Americas a big place,and with 90% of it's population transformed into "Walkers",the initial Russian landings would have had their hands full simply setting up and securing safe zones.

Well, that's the kind of stuff I was hinting at.. but recon.. for a year? Hm. Well, I guess they were off conquering the rest of the world or something.

Looks good so far.. but I'm interested to see what Keira and Hog are doing in that log cabin in dem dere mountains, along with Halon, Tombstone and Daisy. I look forward to reading more. Naturally, it is night time, so take that into account when writing your stuff up, guys.

The forest was quiet. It had been so for several months. Autumn had come, as had winter, and a thick carpet of dessicated pine leaves muffled the sounds of small animals meandering their way across the forest floor. Of course, the silence could also be attributed to the fact most small animals were now extinct on the continent. The promising signs of new life had yet to grip the tall trunks of Virginia's canopy. Such torment the land had suffered in the past year, it would not surprise any casual watcher if the world ever recovered.

However, to the trained eye, the eye of a budding family that had lived amongst the apparent desolate world since the outbreak, you could see life everywhere. You just had to scrutinise the world very very closely to find traces of it. Ever since the world started firing warheads at their own turf, the climate had become potluck, which became the cause of many species quickly dying out, not being used to Blazing summer heats strong enough the blister the skin, or winters cold enough to freeze perspiration to the body.

However, within a clearing 15 miles from the nearest settlement (a derelict mansion, choked upon the corpses of some long forgotten war), was a small lodge. It harboured all the hallmarks of a family holiday home. Quaint owl wood carvings adorned the beams, a small beaver with a permanently constipated look supported the steps up to the veranda, even (much to the embarrassment of the occupants) a pair of badgers taking part in some peculiar form on fornication. The worse part of the particular wood sculpture was the fact it wasn't even making any pro active assistance towards holding up a chimney, or at least nonchalantly acting as a doorstop. But no, they were slap bang in the middle of the clearing, leading to the occupants long ago deciding that whoever had owned this house previously must have had a thing for animals, and possibly wood.

But onto the story. A well built man, his left arm covered in a myriad of tattoos, wandered out of the forest, and towards the lodge, an old hunting rifle shouldered for convenience. His other arm was tucked round the belly of a small dead boar, whose tongue lolled from its slack jaws, a thin rivulet of blood escaping from parted lips. He'd spent three days tracking it down, and he knew she'd be worried. But her well being was not the only thing that was preying on his mind. There were less and less animals in the woods, and though he hadn't seen any of the restless dead for the best part of three months, he couldn't shake the feeling that he and Keira weren't the only thing hunting game in the woods.

"Ah well" mumbled Hog, idly kicking the badgers as he passed.

Keira, as it turned out, had been watching from the window the moment she had seen the rustling of scrubby bushes, that clung to the safety of the tree line. She lowered her rifle slightly, and strode briskly through the house to the front door. Hog lumbered in, carrying his Porcine prey. He headed straight for the pantry, stopping only to kiss Keira lightly on the lips as he passed.

that evening, as they dined upon badly roasted pork, and a few dilapidated mushrooms, Hog expressed his concerns.

"I dunno hun, Sometimes when im out there, I swear someone's watching me." Hog stated, as he shovelled an unusual mushroom into his mouth.

Keira touched his hand, the light from the candle highlighting a series of scar ridges along the inside of her forearm.

"It could just be paranoia. Anyway's, animal migrations pretty f*cked up at the moment. But if you really think something's out there, then we can up sticks and move."

Hog bristled slightly at the mention of paranoia, but settled down quickly. He grinned toothily, and clasped her hand with his.

"Nah, we can wait it out. Im not going to ruin our...happiness because of my foolishness. That said, I swear a bush followed me today."

Keira laughed merrily, and poured out some more wine.

Outside, a small shape of a Bush rustled uncomfortably, and unfolded itself. Standing in the twilight was a man. His camouflage was partially covered in a ghillie suit, and he held in his hand, snug as a gun, a gun. The man, after stretching his legs, squatted down and spoke rapid Russian down his walkie talkie.

The night went on.


OOC: Ahem, sorry for the slight wordy crap at the beginning. I started english A level, and have tragically found myself reading so much pre 1914 novels, it can catch me off guard such as it had then. Still. I have like a second part to the intro, which I cba to write in one post, so hands of the Russian for the time being!

Well, they would have to get their own house in order first. With 99%+ of the population of the world now dead or turned there is a great threat to any nation, particularly to any near China and India.

Until such time as Russia was relatively secure, they could not really afford to send too many people overseas. The only reason that they were able to do that at all is the severity of the weather halping slow the spread of zombies in Russia.

My guess would be that they are looking for technology, weapons, etc. Russia already has lots of natural resources and I imagine (because they can stage large scale landings) a relatively intact government (or at least they have organised themselves) and a large enough population of survivors that they can afford to race off to the other side of the world to America.


Edit: Just to mention, my intro was set at any point during the landings, and does not represent a "true time" post.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Well, that's the kind of stuff I was hinting at.. but recon.. for a year? Hm. Well, I guess they were off conquering the rest of the world or something.

Looks good so far.. but I'm interested to see what Keira and Hog are doing in that log cabin in dem dere mountains, along with Halon, Tombstone and Daisy. I look forward to reading more. Naturally, it is night time, so take that into account when writing your stuff up, guys.

No worry Dark,I'm even now in the process of sketching out Tombstone and Daisys return,a lot has happened over the "year" and I just want to get the flavor of it together before my first IC post.

Well, all seems good. I like what you did there, Ghosty.

Also, your reasoning is impeccable as usual, Silver.

Can't wait to find out just what Daisy and Tombstone have been up too.. but I can always speculate..

And I wonder what Halon's been doing.. until now I thought he was with Tomb + Daisy, but thinking again I now remember he went off to start his own militia or something..

IC.

Tombstone sat quietly on the porch of the small cabin he and Daisy shared,one of two dozen that made up the commune.
He pulled his leather jacket closer against the chill in the air and methodically returned to the business of cleaning his AK-47.
From inside the cabin he could hear the sounds of Daisy singing as she prepared the evening meal,some bit from a god awful tune that had been popular just before the world went insane.
"Penny for your thoughts Stone" came a voice from his left.
Tombstone glanced over in the direction of the voice and offered a small smile as One Eye walked briskly up to the porch.
" Hell Bro." Tombstone said "No charge..I'll give ya my thoughts for free."
" Bout what their worth." One Eye laughed
" Mhmm." Tombstone nodded.

One Eye climbed up onto the porch and took a seat next to the younger biker and begin to speak.

" Last patrol just got back in" The old biker said.
" And.." asked Tombstone.
The old biker paused,pulled a flask from his jacket a took a sip of the whiskey inside,he offered it to Tombstone who raised a hand .
"I'll pass" He said " What's the news?"
" Not so good" One Eye said " The stores in Sprinkle Town are almost empty."
Tombstone chuckled,the term Sprinkle Town always made him laugh,one of the younger bikers had dubbed the small town about 30 miles away Sprinkle town after a rocket had detonated in a large group of walkers gathered outside the town grocery store, causing their remains to rain down like a summer rain shower.

" So...how much did they come back with?" Tombstone asked.
" A few cases of dry goods,about twenty cases of canned soup and beans and such,lots of tinned meats..but they reported that was the last of it." One Eye said.

Tombstone paused for a moment,There were almost 40 people at the commune now,given the news One Eye just passed on,they had enough food for perhaps two months...sure there was Game in the forest,but it was hard to come by...and always a risk,there was still alot of walkers roaming about.

Tombstone sighed "We'll just have to extend our patrols...start searching in other towns,securing them will be a bitch...but we have to keep the store house full...we got kids here...they have to eat.

One Eye nodded " We should check the roads for abandoned military conveys as well,we'll find MRE's in the supply trucks....water and ammo too."

Tombstone grinned " Good idea...not that we need ammo..after that raid on the armoury and the police station we have enough ammo to last us through six world wars."

" We can always use more." One Eye laughed.

" You boys hungry" Daisy said standing in the doorway of the cabin,the rich smell of cooking meat drifting out behind her.

Tombstone looked at his woman and smiled,her beauty always stunned him,even after all they had been through together she had remained strong,she was truly his island in a sea of insanity.

"Always hungry...for you darling." Tombstone grinned an evil grin.

Daisy smiled "That's for desert babe,now...you and One Eye get washed up...I'll get dinner on the table."

One Eye smiled a huge smile.." Do I get some of that desert too?" he laughed.

" No ya old coot" Tombstone smiled pushing his friend in the cabin " You'll have to go home and get your own."

" Ah hell" One Eye pretend sulked " I done had that before".

The two bikers entered the cabin laughing,but Tombstones mind was uneasy,they had some real problems here...and they'd have to find some solutions fast.

IC:

"Clear." The house was empty, save for a few mangled corpses and a dead dog. Inside, Dmitri was searching for supplies, scavenging all he could find. The had been without communication for a few weeks now, and were becoming desperate. "Alexi, check the basement. See if you can find a radio." "Got it, captain."

The screams were the first thing to hit Dmitri's ears. The second was the sound of the Zombie, eating his partner. He should have checked the corpses. "Alexi, may god be with you." He stuffed the rag into the whiskey bottle. With what remained of his matches, he lit the rag, and tossed it down the stairs. The equipment was gathered, and Dmitri said goodbye.

He knew what he had to do. He headed west, towards the city. Towards freedom.

IC:

When dinner was finished,Tombstone kissed Daisy and told her he would be back shortly,the young woman pressed her body close to his "Don't be gone to long...you still have your dessert to finish." she purred.
Tombstone assured her he'd be back quickly and exited the cabin with One Eye,he intended to further discuss the supplies issue,plus he always felt better if he walked around the commune before turning in...it gave him a piece of mind to insure all the perimeters were secured.

As the two bikers walked along,Tombstone mused to himself that the commune had certainly developed since there arrival,at that point it had just been him and Daisy along with One Eye and his woman Cindy,running merry hell from the massacre at Phoenix's mansion.
The commune had been right were daisy had said it would be,but lord had it been a mess,dilapidated cabins,trash every place...and quiet a few walkers...more than he'd expected...hell,it had taken them all day just to clear the place...and One Eye had come very close to getting bitten twice.

But over the first few weeks,other Satans Servants had shown up,informed of The location of the commune over a CB One Eye had set up,a few small groups of "civilians" also found their way to the commune as well...and after some initial adjustments...were accepted into the fold.

Now,the commune resembled something out of an old west movie,one of those army forts that was constantly besieged by Indian marauders..well,except for the multiple .50 caliber machine guns set in the various guard towers,the inch thick steel gateway and the numerous mines and explosive traps that surrounded the outlying area.

" What about Pine ville?" One Eye said breaking Tombstones thoughts.

"Huh?" Tombstone said.
" Pine ville..small town about 50 miles north..on the map,we haven't been there yet....probably find some supplies there."

Tombstone nodded " Probably so...big mission though,we'd have to locate a few big transport trucks...big rigs or u-hauls...make the run worth it...get as much as we can in one run...enough to give us time to restock and plan from there."

One Eye nodded " Shouldn't have any trouble finding the trucks in Sprinkle town...and lord knows we have enough fuel to make a run like that." the old biker gestured to a line of over a dozen fuel tanker trucks parked against the far wall,each ones large transport containers were almost full of gas,thousands of gallons.

Tombstone nodded again "Yeah...fuels not a problem..we'll get together tomorrow morning and discuss getting the trucks..and who to take when we make the run."

One Eye smiled " You going home to get dessert?"
Tombstone nodded " Figure I might."he smiled
One Eye laughed " You go ahead...I'm going to go talk with Signals...he says he's been picking up alot of weird radio transmission lately...I want to check on that."

Tombstone nodded slightly " More military squawk?" he asked

" Yup" One Eye said " Signal says it sound foreign too."

" Ok." Tombstone said frowning slightly " Check it out and fill me in tomorrow...get some rest too old man."

" I'd tell ya the same thing Stone" One Eye smiled " But I'm sure rest ain't what your pretty little missus has in mind for you tonight."

Tombstone laughed a small laugh and walked off towards his cabin.

"Walkers!!" came a call from one of the guard towers,Tombstones hands went instantly to his holstered pistols.

Several rifle shots rang out and then all was silent for a moment.

" All clear?" Tombstone called up to the towers.
" All clear Stone." a voice called down " it was just a few of 'em...we're good!"

" Ok then" Tombstone called up " Keep a tight watch"
" we 're on it Stone...no worries!!" the voice came back.

" No worries." Tombstone thought to himself " If only I could agree."

Tombstone climbed the steps to his cabin and opened the front door.

Daisy greeted him wearing nothing but a smile .
Tombstone grinned from ear to ear " Hi honey..I'm home." he laughed picking her up in his powerful arms,he kissed her deeply and carried her into their small bed room.

If its not too late....

Name - Patrick "Pain" Syzlak

Age - 23

Height - 6'3'

Personality - Quiet, with a matter-of-fact rage about him at all times. Never smiles.

Appearance - Pale skin, with spiked bright orange hair, held up by a black metal band. He has two industrial bars going vertically through his ears, along with earrings all along the outside of his ears, all are made of black steel.

Equipment - NIVA XM1970 Swedish Assault Rifle, modified to hold hollow point shells. A sword, made of the same strange black steel as his piercings, curved at the edge, serrated on both edges. Full standard Issue SAF combat gear.

Skills - A black belt in Tai Chi, he's served 5 years in the SAF.

Background/History - He's seen his parents murdered in front of him by insurgents that has scarred him for life. Idiots aren't suffered.

Other - Patrick has two black rods that the carries around. If he feels he has failed, he will impale himself on them in non-vital spots on his body. He has an immense tolerance for pain, for which even he doesn't understand why.

Patrick beheaded an infected, and impaled another on one of his rods, going through its chest. He rolled out of the score of infected shambling towards him. He pocketed his weapons and whipped out his rifle, mowing them down.

It was quick becoming apparent he would be overwhelmed if he didn't move, so he pocketed his rifle and sprinted away. He realized he was in an extremely deep forest, which he had no idea where he was inside it. He thought he was the end of this hellish place an hour ago, but it just kept going on.

He kept on for another hour, until he finally entered open ground. Ahead, he saw a guard tower.

"You guys see anything exciting tonight?" Halon said to two new survivors, Mark and Johnathon he believed.

"Nothing new." Mark said turning to Halon.

"Same here boss." Johnathon said to Halon while continuing his aim.

The lights of the hotel were turned off for this night, they attracted too many zeds and too many russians for the moment. He would have to embrace the russian military sooner or later and hopefully keep his little tower.

"The fences still looking fine?" Halon asked while lookign out into the night.

"You mean the walls?" Johnathon asked smiling to himself. "They're doing fantastic, remember when there was just a fence up around this place?"

"Best improvement we added so far." Halon added "Well, you two keep on lookout. Kyle and Georgie will come relieve you in about 3 or so hours."

"Night boss." Mark said while returning to his original position.

Halon waved his hand in the air to respond as he turned around and went back down the stairs to the hotel.

It was a great place, relatively untouched, furniture still mostly in place, a large kitchen, a large vault, plenty of rooms, a few bloodstains in them from the start of the outbreak, but the building was completely devoid of zombies.

Halon reached the bottom floor and met up with Mace, one of the original bikers he had managed to escape with.

"Your girl was looking for ya." Mace said laughing.

"What did I do this time?" Halon replied laughing as well.

"Something about leaving the seat up." Mace said before fist bumping Halon.

"How are the girls?" Halon asked.

"Good, one of them's a little sick though." Mace said quietly.

"Which one?" Halon said as the two began walking together.

"Sheila." Mace replied sadly.

"Again? That has to be the third time this month." Halon said as if he was in shock.

"Just take a look yourself." Mace said as he opened up a door.

The garage was large and housed the 3 Abrams the group had managed to steal from a local base, well 2 were local one was from out of town, Sheila was the out of towner.

"Guess we shouldn't of mistreated her when we found her." Mace said to Halon as Halon nodded in agreement.

"It was worth it though, those vault doors weren't going to open by themselves you know." Halon said while patting the worn tank.

"Yeah, we definitely got more than a couple mil in gold out of Knox huh?" Mace said smiling.

"Yep, and with that gold we do the 3 B's, Build, Bribe, and Bargain." Halon replied happily.

Mace looked at Halon questioningly.

"Don't worry Mace, I won't screw you guys over like Phoenix would've."

Darkness.....

It filled the mans senses and it choked him. He sat alone in it on a cold slab of concrete in some hell hole that he had been forced to call home for far, far too long. Somewhere out in its depths, he could hear the rhythmic drip of water as it ran and fell from the ceiling to the hard floor below.

The man tried to sit up with his back against the wall, and failed. He was bound in a straight jacket that smelled of mildew, the tattered remains of a military uniform stuck out from under it where it could, as if in some silent protest against the jacket. If he could see his face, he would see that it was pale and covered in unkempt facial hair. And his regular hair for that matter was down to almost his shoulders and very dirty. Around his face, a leather bite guard had been forced into his mouth and had been there for so long that the man had forgotten what it was like not to have it.

The only thing he could see, was the bar of light that shone from under his steel cell door. It was broken only by the occasional shadow cast as someone walked passed his tomb. As he lay there in the dark for long, countless hours, he would occasionally hear the distant screams of people in untold amounts of pain from some other location in this hell.

Suddenly, hear could hear the familiar thud of boots on the cold floor outside his cell. He strained to sit up again as the old lock groaned in protest as it was unlocked and the rusting metal door swung open, blinding him in brilliantly bright light.

Two men wearing grey bio suites with white gas masks over their faces entered the room and walked over to the man on the floor who was now screaming through the worn leather guard and grabbed a hold oh him. He was powerless to resist as they dragged him across the wet floor and out into the hallway.

"Осторожный Demetri, не позволяйте глупому укусу Вы." Came a muffled voice from the man on the left as the man he was carrying tried in vein to fight against his restraints and attack him.

"Да я знаю. Удачливый для него доктора хотят их целые предметы." Came the reply from his counter part.

The dirty, ragged man was dragged down various hallways in what looked to be some kind of run down hospital. The walls were a sea foam green and the floors were covered in dirt and grime. An occasional dried pool of blood could be seen.

They turned into a wide room with various instruments and people in it. With a grunt he was lifted and dumped heavily onto a stainless steel table with a metallic thud. More men piled onto him while he was strapped down to the table and secured.

"Наблюдайте это! наблюдайте это! Не позволяйте ему пинать! Получите его ногу Иван!" said a man wearing a bloody surgical gown over his bio suit as he finished hooking metal restraints through the arm slots.

The man struggled and roared in rage to the best of his ability as he was even further retrained to the table. However, he could only watch in horror as the man wearing the lab coat picked up a gas mask and placed it over his mouth and nose. He tried to hold his breath but could only hold out for so long before he was forced to take a deep, gasping breath.

I swear to god.... I'm going to kill you all he thought as the world around him swirled and he found himself once again plunged into darkness into the all consuming darkness.

No. Form. Required.



Edit: I tried translating the Russian. Lets just say.. I didn't have the best success. So save yer time if you're thinking about bothering.
Maybe one-day JP will tell us just exactly what that means..



Edit #2:



Ah, happy memories.



Edit #3: Everyone check the OP, please.

(OOC)
(Just ran it through my site and it came out ok... might be that we are useing two different sites.

Sigh, guess ill go edit it out.)

jp400 wrote:(OOC)
(Just ran it through my site and it came out ok... might be that we are useing two different sites.

Sigh, guess ill go edit it out.)

NAH, it makes it more interesting and mysterious. I got the jist of "be careful he'll kill us if he gets a chance" or something like that.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

jp400 wrote:(OOC)
(Just ran it through my site and it came out ok... might be that we are useing two different sites.

Sigh, guess ill go edit it out.)

NAH, it makes it more interesting and mysterious. I got the jist of "be careful he'll kill us if he gets a chance" or something like that.

Pretty much it. Just go with that theme and fill in the blanks.

And here is the site I used. Just used it again, and a little is lost in translation/retranslation, but you can get the idea of what it means.
http://translation2.paralink.com/

Helena swung her legs over the edge of the bunk as her alarm went off. She stretched and turned off the alarm, yawning as she scratched her head and pulled her hair into some kind of order.

"Я угадываю давно пора для того чтобы начать заработать нашу получку" "I guess it is time to start earning our pay" she muttered as she pulled on her shirt and trousers. She fed Alexi as she put on her boots. She smiled down at him as he wolfed down his breakfast. Alexi turned to look up at her as he finished and gruffed softly. "Счастливо теперь?" "Happy now?" Alexi gruffed again and she fussed his ears. She strapped on her pistol and knife and squared her few private possessions in her back pack.

The tannoy system sounded: "Все подпирают партии сообщают к палубе старта" "All shore parties report to the launch deck"

She glanced around the small cabin to make sure she had left nothing behind before opening the door and stepping out into the corridor. Alexi walked along at her side, sniffing at crewmen and soldiers who passed them as they made their way to the launch deck. The cavernous hold echoed to the sound of engines and shouted orders - soldiers hurried everywhere and tanks, APC's and landing craft filled the space. She spotted her landing craft and headed towards it, always making sure that she was not going to be run over by the heavy equipment being loaded. She saluted the crewman in charge of the landing craft and presented her identification. "Добро пожаловать на борту господина" "Welcome aboard sir" the crewman said as he ushered her aboard.

She saluted again to the squad leader, who returned it and pointed to an empty seat in the APC. She occupied a uniquie and interesting position in the FOC - not technically an officer and not technically just a soldier either. She had decided long ago when she was conscripted that it was best just to salute everyone.

The APC began to fill up as the rest of the squad arrived. She recognised some of them from the briefings during the crossing, but some had already donned their protective gear and were unidentifiable. Several of them nodded in greeting to her and she returned the gesture. The soldiers at the rear ramp suddenly stood to attention as the IO (Intelligence Officer) came aboard and the soldiers in the APC saluted sharply - Helena followed suit. The IO returned the gesture and took a seat oposite Helena and smiled and nodded a greeting. "Специалист Antipova" "Specialist Antipova".

"Господин" "Sir" she said. Alexi gruffed and she shushed him.

Several more soldiers entered the APC and a few moments later the hatch sealed behind them. Metalic clanks sounded and the landing craft's engines roared. The deck lurched beneath them as the craft hit the waves. Helena grabbed the handle above her seat to steady her, one hand on Alexi's collar, ensuring that he did not loose his feet.

The waves pounded the landing craft on the trip to the shore, rocking the APC's suspension as it sat on the cargo deck. The lander beached and the steel ramp thudded into the sand and the vehicles drove down onto the sand. The IO grinned and shouted across the compartment to Helena "Чему Сталин сказало бы если он смог увидеть нас сегодня?" "What would Stalin say if he could see us today?"

"Hey Ivanov, you see anything yet?" crackled the radio strapped to the breast pocket of the Russian scout. Taking care not to rustle him ghillie suit, Ivanov removed the radio and spoke quietly down the radio.

"Negative. After they went into the bedroom the wondows' went steamy."

"Ivanov you pervert!" cried the feminine voice of another scout chiming into the conversation.

"I didn't see nothing Anzhela, and thats beside the point, I fell asleep."

A sterner voice, presumably the sergeant, crackled into life.

"I hope for your sake you didn't private, this area's still frosty, there could be zeds in this area."

Ivanov swallowed hard, and looked through his binoculars into the house.

"You see anything?" came another voice.

"Negative."

A tinkling of shattered glass from inside, followed by a groan echoed out of the house.

"Sh*t I think there's hostile's inside." Ivanov swore down the radio.

The sergeant's gruff voice echoed in a dozen radios surrounding the clearing.

"Guns out, we got a job to do."

The female voice, whom was known as Anzhela, chirped once again.

"Hey Ivanov, I thought you said there were survivors in here?"

"He musta got bitten."

The front door of the lodge swung open slowly, and the occupant of the house staggered into the morning sun. Arms hanging limply at it's sides, heavy bags under it's eyes. With bloodshot eyes, the zed surveyed the clearing, and let out a long low moan...

Dun dun duuuuuun!

Just wait for part 3!

Lovin' it. Anyway, guys please don't write in Russian. Just write the English because they all understand each other and we know they're really talking in Russian. Only make the distinction if absolutely necessary.

Part 3

(ooc: this ain't no timid ending, I'd planned this for a good long while. I felt the beginning should be a bit light hearted!)

Hog stirred from the bed sweating. He hadn't felt this bad for a good while. He felt like he was about to vomit, his body covered in cold sweat. Staggering through the room, he managed to get to the toilet in time to vomit. Feeling decidedly better, Hog switched on the shower and washed himself off.

'Damn she doesn't go half measures!' Hog mused to himself as he recollected last night.

When he got out and dressed himself, Hog found the bed empty. A tinkling of glass echoed through the house, and Hog wandered into the Kitchen to find Keira stooped low on the floor, brushing up broken pieces of a wine glass.

"Slipped outta my hand as I washed it up." She said brightly "Coffees brewing now."

Hog nodded, and wandered over to the front door. He tripped slightly on the doormat and staggered outside to keep his balance.

Outside, he breathed in deeply, and let out a long heavy yawn.

As he looked down at his feet he noticed something odd. 6 green dots were making erratic patterns on his chest. Dot sights.

Hog slowly raised his hands and put them on his head, and took the opportunity to scrutinise the woodland for whoever was aiming at him.

Seconds crawled past.

In a sudden, brisk movement, a nearby bush unfolded itself into the shape of a man, cloaked in leaves. The soldier raied one hand in greetings, and said:

"Здравствуйте, не будьте встревожены, мы должны здесь помочь."

Hog blinked.

"Дерьмо, как сказать мир на английском языке?"

Hog lowered his hands to his sides, and looked around. 5 more figures emerged from seemingly no where, and stood around looking awkward.

A brief conversation between the group in a language Hog had no clue what was being said, and finally the first man took a step into the clearing and said:

"Hello American, peace?"

Hog blinked again.

Robbie wandered around in the middle of the night trough a strange town he never been in. He needed to get some directions. In the mean time he scavenged a local drug store, and got some much needed medicins.

He carefully checked around the corner of the next street. Nothing. Robbie saw a bus stop. A small cabin where people used to sit while waiting for the bus.

Surely, there had to be a map of the town. Robbie silently walked towards it. He checked the cabin, and got lucky. A map f the town he was in hung there. He smashed the glass holding the map, and took it.

Robbie ran away as quickly and as silently as he could. Zeds might have heard that.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Lovin' it. Anyway, guys please don't write in Russian. Just write the English because they all understand each other and we know they're really talking in Russian. Only make the distinction if absolutely necessary.

I quite like putting the English "translation" after the spoken Russian - just makes it feel a bit more authentic to me (even though I can't read or speak Russian and am just using an online translator ). If it is ok to continue doing that?*



* I'm also putting the translations so that everyone knows what is being said without having to look it up for themselves.

"So, meeting time now." Halon said as he clapped his hands together.

The full amount of survivors came out to the foyer of the hotel. A total of 34 people including himself, about 16 men, 13 women, and 5 kids.

"First thngs first, happy birthday Alexandra." Halon said while pointing to a girl weain a white and pink dress along with a party hat they managed to find. "Now we get serious."

"Food is good, supplies are good, but we need gas and lots of it." Halon continued. "There's two gas stations on opposite corners of us that I would like us to have, I have in mind extending walls across the street and around the two gas stations. Then putting a gate on one side of the street so we can get in and out. In effect, more than doubling the size of the compound."

"How long will that take?" Georgia asked, she was an older woman, but was surprisingly active for her age.

"Well, we put these walls up in just under a month so maybe... a month and a half." Halon said. "Then we use the gate to get out and in, out with our trucks and hopefully in with tankers filled with gas."

"So, a Lowe's run then?" Gary asked.

"Yep, and also I want to hit a school and find some books for the kids. It'll give them something to do and being smart is important, even in a post zombie apocalypse." Halon finished.

"Okay, so the plan is this: Concrete, water, gas, and books." Mace said driving these points home to the survivors.

"That's right, now everyone's dismissed." Halon said sending the crowd away.

Robbie found a safe place to stay for the night. He checked the building, and found no zeds. He took some overdue crackers, and then proceeded to the air raid shelter. This was the only one to have something like that. This was by far the safest place to stay. He opened the heavy doors, and checked the shelter before locking it behind him. He made sure nothing was in there. He didn't want to fight a bunch of zombies with those blast doors sealed shut, and with no hope of escape.He settled down on one of the bunks, and got his crackers out. He ate four of them, and put the box and what was left in it back in his backpack.

He remembered the map he found in the bus cabin. He took it out of his pocket. He turned the lightning on when he got in, emergency lightning still worked around this town.

"Pine vile..." he mumbled to himself. He studied it and noticed all important building in Pine Ville.

He could stay here for a while. He was safe in this air raid shelter. At least for this night.

He studied the map until his eyes felt heavy. He tucked the map away, and went to sleep with the lights on. He felt safer that way.

Morning dawned bright and cold,Tombstone and Daisy had awakened early,made love and then had a quick breakfast of instant coffee and cold pop tarts before walking over to the communes "Town Hall"...a large cabin that served as the communes "Center of Government".

One Eye and several other Satans Servants were already seated inside,most were having beer for breakfast along with packages of dried beef jerky.

" That's nutrition." Thought Tombstone to himself as he and Daisy took their seat among the others.

" Beer?" One Eye asked offering the couple the remainder of a six pack.

" No..bit early..and we have business to see to" Tombstone said begging off.

" Suit yerself" One Eye smiled " More for me."

Tombstone nodded and continued " Ok ..here's the deal so far...The Commune is running dangerously low on food...I figure we have perhaps a months worth left...maybe a bit more and..."

" C'mon Stone" said a young biker called T-Rex " Food ain't never been a problem...we just gotta find some abandoned town and clean it out."

Tombstone glared at the young man for a moment and continued " You interrupt me while I'm talking again Rex and I promise you ...you won't have to worry about eating because I'll kick every tooth you have out of your mouth...you get me?!"

The young biker looked sheepishly at Tombstone " I got you...sorry Stone."

Tombstone nodded and spoke again " Sprinkle Town is now officially used up...we got the last of the food there yesterday...So...as One Eye and I see it..we have to expand...we plan to make a run to a town called Pine Ville...about an hour to the North...we figure we should be able to locate at least one grocery store there and simply clean it out."

One Eye spoke " Plan is for us to acquire a couple of big rigs with trailers...or some big U-Hauls...we have one,but figure we'll need about three or four more...we're going to send a patrol into Sprinkle Town today to find them."

The bikers seated at the table all nodded their agreement.

"Also" Tombstone continued " I want three other patrols to go on search opps...one each down the three main highways...you'll be looking for any abandoned military convoys...primary target items are MRE's , C-Rations ...Medical supplies...Each patrol will have a hundred mile search perimeter...I don't want any one getting to far from the commune...and no engagements with any walkers unless it's unavoidable."

" Every one understand?" One Eye said eyeing the assembled bikers who all nodded in agreement.
" Right then"the old biker continued " Every one assemble out in the court yard in two hours...pick your teams and get what supplies you need from Boom Boom down at the armoury..Tombstone and I will join you all for final briefing later."

The group of bikers stood and exited the meeting house,most cracking jokes about pleasant drives in the country.

" So...any more news from Signals?" Tombstone asked One Eye.

The old biker nodded " Yup...lot of chatter over the radio this morning...lots last night too...there's definitely some sort of big operation going on...and from what Signals can tell...it's definitely military...and certainly not Americans."

" T-Rex said he saw some tanks on his last patrol...said the markings looked Russian...I figured he was full of gak...but..maybe we should check this out."Tombstone said.

" Christ...ain't the walkers bad enough" One Eye said draining his beer " Now we got ta deal with a load of Vodka swilling Commies."

Tombstone laughed " We'll worry about that later...first things first...we worry about feeding our people."

Daisy had been siting silently through the whole meeting,she finally spoke " Stone...what about Cape City?"

" Huh?" Tombstone said " What about it?"

" It's closer than Pine Ville..maybe we should try checking it out." she said

" That place is crawling with walkers...it has to be" One Eye said.

" That night..at Phoenix's mansion...alot of..." She paused for a moment " Alot of our group headed that way...maybe they are still there...maybe."

" Those things were every place darling..and every one knew that the commune was the rally point" Tombstone said " If anyone made it...they would have shown up by now."

" Maybe ...Maybe not." Daisy said " They may have figured the same about us...I think we should at least check the city."

" Maybe your right hun" Tombstone said " But not now...we have to concentrate on getting the stuff we need for now."

Daisy nodded and stared out of the window,in her heart she knew that some of their old group must still be alive...some where...she just felt it.

Robbie woke up. He felt the ground shake lightly.

"What the hell now? Did those fething zeds drugged themselves and made behemoths all of the sudden? "

He remembered he was alone in the shelter. He had dreamt not. He had dreamt of good company.

He got up and packed his stuff. He marked the location of the air shelter on the town map.

Robbie stepped into his boots, opened the heavy doors and climbed the stairs. The shaking got harder and louder. He went outside, the bright light made his eyes tear. Robbie waited until his eyes were adjusted to sunlight again, and then moved on. He heard men talking. Not American. It sounded like those old war movies he used to see when he was young. It was Russian. He ducked behind a parked car. And saw Russian soldiers walking past. They hadn't seen Robbie yet. He also saw two APC's rinding on the streets. 6 soldiers were escorting them. The rest, probably 10 or so, were still in the APC's he reckoned.

Robbie took his SCAR H, and took a semtex explosive.

"Wait, no explosives, I can't handle them myself." he reminded himself. He tucked the semtex away, but he held on to the assault rifle, just in case.

He crawled towards the street corner. There was a bar on the corner, he could hide there. He waited for them to get past, and then waited for another half hour.

When he was sure they got past, he went outside.

"Great, now every zed in town knows there was somebody out there. with the Russians out of town, just passing by, he was the only one with tasty brains for the zeds. His little recon had told him there were around thirty, maybe forty zeds in Pine Ville.

He reckoned that bar looked safe enough, and went back inside.

On the shelves there were some old vintage wines.

'Times to open them up. Nobody here, so all the wine's for me.'

Jennifer stepped back as One of the assault vehicles was manovered past her, the russian were here, raiding her supplys "for the greater good" of america, they had taken five of her Assault landers already and were back for another two, It wasn't like she really needed twenty-five landing craft, afterall they barely had enough crew to keep the ship running, they had had to barter for a pair of engineers and a translater after the the number two engine broke down earlier in the month.

It had been along year since the escape from the mansion, they had lost afew men to a zed attack while hunting for more gas, they had travelled from town to town, looking into old safehouses and stoarge buildings eventually getting about 30 or so people together, then they ha dheaded for the coast, to norfolk, the place had been infested with zeds, they took to just running them down with the trucks to get to the docks, there were some sailors holed up on the ship, keeping an eye out for other survivours. she had convinced them to get the engines going and get them out of the docks.

"Ma'am, the second wave of russians are leaving, they want to see you on the bridgeb before they leave"

"huh, oh right yeah" she replied, making her way back away from the well deck towards the stairs, and headed up for the bridge, when she arrived they were all huddled around one of the large coastal maps mounted on the wall, spaecking very fast russian but they all stopped as soon as they saw her

"Gentelmen" she said, with a hint of sarcasm

"ahh, yes, Phoenix Lady" One of them replied, his chest glinting as he tried to subtely flash his medals. "Our scouting people, they are finding many survivours, we are grateful for your help"

"well, my pleasure" jennifer replied moitioning to the door, the russians stepped through and started to make thier way down the hall "have you found any of my people?"

No, unfourtunatley not, the area you told us about isn't fully controled yet, it is only now being scouted" He replied, having to speack up over the steady thump of a helicopter

They reached the door of the hanger, the men in there giving Jennifer a quick nod as they watched the russians board the helicopter. It lifted off the deck and flew away heading in the direction of the ship it came from, at the same time there were two splashes as the Assault landers splashed into the sea from the well deck of the ship and began the crossing to the russian ship a coulple of miles away.

The hours passed and Tombstone and One Eye entered the court yard where a small army of bikers had gathered.

" Ok listen up" Tombstone barked over the chatter of the assembled group " You all know the situation...and you all sure as feth know what you've got to do."

The group of bikers nodded,assuring Tombstone they had all been briefed and were up for the coming missions.

" Ok..here's the line up." Tombstone continued " Digger, Little Dave and Cutter...each of you will take a patrol out...your on road recon...search for abandoned convoys...you all know what your looking for and what your search range is...right?!"

" We got ya boss" Digger answered for the group.

" Good deal" Tombstone replied " Each group will take a truck...no bikes on this run...three men to a group...move fast...no engagements with walkers unless it's unavoidable...got it?!"

" Roger that boss" came Cutters reply.

" Ok...your all geared up...get ready to move out" Tombstone said. " Now...for the patrol heading into Sprinkle town hunting for transport trucks...T-Rex...your going to be my second in command on this run...Me and Daisy are going to go along...just to insure things run smooth."

" No problem Stone" T-Rex said quietly.

" We'll take the Hummers...three groups..four to a Hummer.." Tombstone said " We roll in...get what we need and get the feth out....we're after transport trucks only...nothing else...and again no engagements with walkers unless we have to...I'm after trucks...not blood...you all get me!?"

" We get ya boss" the assembled bikers replied.

" So where am I in all this" One Eye asked puzzled.

" Your here..guarding the fort" Tombstone said " most of our soldiers are going on patrol...I need you to watch over the rest...your the only one I trust to leave in charge while we're out."

" Besides...you don't need an old man slowing ya down" One Eye half smiled.

" No..I guess I don't" Tombstone said evenly.

One Eye smiled " You watch your ass out there Stone."

" I always do" The biker said,he called to Daisy " Ready to take a ride babe?"

Daisy slung her M-4 and checked her pistols smiling " Always ready darlin" she said heading towards the lead Hummer.

" Stone!" One Eye called as Tombstone climbed into the cab of the lead Hummer " I mean it...watch your ass...it ain't just walkers you have to look out for now."

" I'll be fine old man" Tombstone said shaking hands with his friend " You hold the fort down...and tell Signals to monitor the CB...we'll be in contact soon."

The old biker nodded and watched as the thick metal gate was rolled back and the convoy of vehicles exited the compound.

(OOC: My character can't speak a lick of Russian, so it only makes sense to write the way I did in my post. However, I will post translations with it in the future. As for my timeline... this post is the night prior to the patrol heading out.)

The man was tired. For what seemed like days now he had been subject to repeated trips back and forth from his tomb to the medical room at the end of the ugly green hallway. He was unsure what they were doing to him, but whatever they were doing was making him feel like day old roadkill. He closed his eyes against the pain he was feeling from various parts of his body and moaned in protest into the darkness.

He opened his eyes as he awoke from his latest return from the room, and blinked hard several times as his eyes tried to adjust to the light that was coming in through the open metal doorway. His hand coming up in front of his face to block out the bright light, and he realised that for the first time in god knows how long, the smelly straight jacket was nowhere in sight.

Getting to his feet was harder then he would have liked. He had to brace himself against the cold slimy wall to stand up and had to wait for a few moments while his shaky legs got used to supporting his now slender frame. His dirty, torn, and faded uniform was almost falling off of him from the amount of weight he had lost while in captivity. Taking his first few shaky steps he walked out his cell door and into the familiar green hallway.

It soon became apparent that he was alone in the building and that whomever had been holding him hostage had moved on. Peering through the door windows he made his way down the hallway looking for anything he might be able to use.

Some time later..

After attacking his burly beard with a Russian bayonet that he had found, the grey gas mask sealed around his face with a good tight seal. His now black finger gloved hands pulled the dark grey rubber hood down over his face to shade it from the sun as he stepped from the entrance of the hospital into the world for the first time in since god knows how long. He shifted the weight of the army rucksack that he had found below on his shoulders trying to make it more comfortable.

He walked down the road and scanned the decaying world around him. He walked past rusting cars, abandoned or burned houses, and the bleached bones of human victims scattered around the road. He followed the road through the town until the sun started to sink down over the horizon before making camp in an abandoned house. He secured the doors and made a fire in the second floor fire place with some wood that he had found.

He huddled in the cold,dirty bathtub on the second floor bathroom with the door closed and stared at the bar of light dancing under it from the fire as sleep over came him. Outside, things both human and undead moved in the night. Who knew what first light tomorrow would reveal.

Two hours later, and the language barrier had been broken, slightly.

Hog and Keira were sitting side by side in the Kitchen at the table, whilst the Russian Sergeant, and the soldier whom could speak broken English conversed.

"So what your saying to us, is that you Reds are invading America when it's on it's knees. Seems like a bit of a kick in the teeth to me." Hog growled. He didn't suffer foreigners on general principals, and had a particular thing about Russians.

The translator frowned, and not completely understanding the message, repeated his statement for the fourth time in as many minutes.

"Russia come to help America, to, as you say, bring liberty and freedom?"

Keira rubbed her eye wearily, and stood up abruptly. She strode across the room, aiming for the door, only to find her path blocked by one of the scouts. For a second or two neither moved, but the Russian eventually relented under the piercing gaze from the woman. Back at the table, Hog relaxed his grip on his pistol.

Outside, Keira sat on the porch and gazed out into the woodland. The Russian's were patrolling the area, chatting away at each other in their language. Keira sighed, and busied herself with playing with a combat knife.

Anzhela, spotting the women they had found sitting alone outside, made a detour in her patrol towards the girl. Anzhela made a motion if it was OK to sit next to her, and when Keira gave no objection, the Russian woman sat down next to her.

Keira glanced over to the Russian, who looked back, and smiled at her politely. They seemed to almost be amiable, as if they were enjoying a little 'adventure'. Keira struggled to remember when she last felt that way. Probably when...

Anzhela removed her helmet, and ran her fingers through her hair. She was a good scout, but her appearances meant a lot to her, especially in such a masculine heavy profession. But, the girl she was sharing company with, she had traces of natural beauty, the kind whose face seemed to look good even without make up. Only traces now of course, what with the scarring, the haircut, and that haunted look she seemed to constantly wear like a shroud. Anzhela hadn't seen the carnage the dead had caused, and because of this, she could never really understand the horror the survivors had endured.

Eventually, as conversation ground to a halt, the Russians respectfully left the lodge and gathered outside, where their sergeant began to make some kind of speech.

Keira and Hog had already worked out what was going to happen. They were going to be asked politely to go with the Russians, and they weren't going to be able to refuse.

"gak, rescues finally arrived, but I don't wanna go with them now its happened." muttered Hog.

"It just doesn't feel right, that's all." he said as he noticed the look he was getting from Keira.


"Right listen up, we may have a positive ID on these two, so keep your hands on your guns. Command says these people may be of importance, and we gotta keep them in our sights at all times."

Ivanov glanced over to the pair, and noticed they suddenly seemed fairly well armed for a pair of run of the mill survivors.

"Sarge, think we can disarm them safely?"

The grizzled veteran seemed pensive.

"Possibly, they wont just hand us the weapons though, they're far too clever for that."

"How do we get them then?" said another Russian.

Again, the Sergeant seemed quiet. He was obviously mulling over a possible idea, but he wasn't quite sure of it's effectiveness.

"If we forcibly try and take their guns there will be trouble. They ain't civvies, not any more. Yelling at them to drop the merchandise wont cut it. If anything, these guys are like a Fawlty sea mine, you dunno if it's gonna explode, or if it's gonna stay dormant."

Ivanov glanced over at them again. The guns were now drawn, and whilst being held in a nonchalant manner, he could see safety catches switched off.

"I think these are the exploding kind."

Halon looked at his watch, it said that it was 11:30pm.

"Almost bed time." Halon thought to himself.

"Hey Mace, I'm going down to the basement. Tell Ginger that I'll be up in about 30 minutes or so." Halon said while walking to the door saying 'keep out'.

By law of the hotel only three people were allowed down there; Halon, Mace, and Jason the hotel's repairman.

Halon entered the basement and looked at the now scrubbed clean walls, the small stash of supplies containing burlap sacks and other restraints, and then he turned his attention to the walk-in freezer.

When they had first found this place, there were about two zombies and something in the freezer that wanted out. The zombies were killed and after they had restored power to the freezer they gave it a day to freeze whatever was in there. Halon could still see it through the door, it's black eyes, pale skin, elongated limbs, claw-like fingers, and its uniform from its past life.

"Halon! What the hell are you doing down here?" Ginger screamed at him.

"Geeze, you are angry." Halon said while looking at her calmly.

"Why do you keep ignoring me and keep coming down here? Huh?" Ginger continued to march, actually storm towards Halon.

Halon sighed and grabbed Ginger and whispered in her ear.
"You really want to know?"

"Yes, I do." Ginger said "And what's with the whispering you idiot?"

"What I'm about to tell and show you is a secret." Halon continued to whisper. "Before I show you this, you have to tell me that you really trust me okay?"

"Fine dear, I trust you alright." Ginger replied still flustered.

Halon made his way towards the freezer's door and began to open it, the cold air rushed out as if to escape bing stuck in the cell with the freezer's secret.

Ginger's mouth almost hit the floor as she aw what was inside.

The creature was about six foot five and looked like it shouldn't of been able to support itself with its spindly legs. She could barely tell that the thing was female, but if she had any doubts, the nametag on the thing's chest gave it away.

"Ginger," Halon began, "this is Helen. We found her like this when we opened it a day after restoring power to the building."

"Why, why, why is it still here?" Ginger said stuttering.

"Because, we can use it." Halon said "If it was just a plain normal zombie it would've been long gone, but no this is one of those special zombies, AND its in mint condition."

"So, get rid of it." Ginger said assertively.

"No, we can use it." Halon repeated "The russians my want to have a look at it and we can sell it or trade it off to them. If not, we can use it as a weapon."

"A weapon? How?" Ginger said as Halon shut the freezer door and moved towards her.

"Elementary my dear," Halon smiled as he grabbed Ginger's arm and began walking towards the door "we let her thaw out where our enemies are."

Halon was sure that he had ruined his chances for tonight and maybe a month, but secrets were abad thing for any relationship and he would rather get it out of the way.

On the way up to his room with Ginger, Halon stopped at the room containing the hotel's only working radio transmitter and receiver. It usually played a repeated message about how the hotel was safe and its general location on a loop. Halon grabbed the mic and stopped the loop for a second to see if any russians were using the same frequency the only way he knew how.

"Chuck Norris does not leave messages, he leaves warnings." Halon said in the broken Russian he learned from a stolen computer and a copy of Rosetta Stone. He listened as some voices chirped in and said something along the lines of "who said that?" or "What the hell?" in fluent russian.

Halon then switched the frequency and turned the radio off for the night to prevent the russians or anybody else from triangulating the origin of the Chuck Norris joke.

"Do you have to do that EVERY night?" Ginger said annoyedly.

"Yes I do. It keeps my morale up." Halon said returning to his room with Ginger.

The three Hummers moved quickly along,military vehicles with the Satans Servants had "liberated" and slightly modified.

In the lead Hummer, Tombstone sat quietly watching the landscape roll by,Daisy driving chatted occasionally with Red Beard and Loco,the two bikers who accompanied them in the Hummer.

Tombstone lit a cigarette and exhaled smoke reflectively.

"Maybe she's right." Tombstone thought " Maybe some of the others did make it...maybe they're alive some where."

The biker drifted in thought,recalling the first few days of the outbreak and those he had fought along side of in an attempt to simply survive.

Shadow...the soldier boy,who had become one of Tombstones closest friends in that time,wounded so badly...his memory destroyed..was he wandering lost in this wasteland...no idea who he was..or what had happened?

And Halon..the guy who had killed Phoenix,Tombstone wished he had a chance to shake that mans hand.

Bonzo..the crazy clown,was that nutty bastard still out there someplace,Tombstone laughed to himself.

Keira..god how Tombstone had respected her,so fragile but so strong at the same time,did she and Hog manage to escape the carnage at the mansion?

...And the Princess..Jennifer,Phoenix's Daughter..Tombstone remembered the fury in her eyes as she saw her Father die...was she out there some place...plotting?

" Were coming in Babe" Daisy said,shaking Tombstone from his thoughts.

The biker glanced around to see they were entering the borders of Sprinkle Town.

" Right." He said " Loco..man the guns."

" Got it Boss" Loco said as he popped through an upper hatch and readied the .50 caliber machine gun affixed to the top of the Hummer.

" Ok babe" Tombstone said " If I remember..there's a U-Haul office over on 3rd street...let's check that first...should be our best bet for getting all the trucks at one go."

" On our way darlin" Daisy said as she hung a left onto 3rd.

Several minutes later the three Hummers pulled into the parking lot of the U-Haul center,a half dozen big transport trucks were parked outside.

" Well" Tombstone said leaping from the Hummer " Looks like we found what we came for...lets scout the area and make sure we're ok...then get these trucks and haul ass back for the commune."

" On it Stone" Redbeard said hauling his bulk out of the Hummer and chambering a round into the AR-15 he was carrying.

T-Rex and the other bikers were piling out of the remaining Hummers,readying there weapons and looking at Tombstone for orders.

" Check the trucks!" Tombstone ordered "Make sure there fueled and ready...if you can't find keys...hotwire 'em."

" We got it Stone." called T-Rex as he and several bikers ran for the line of trucks.

A low guttural moaning drifted towards the group,and Tombstone turned to see a dozen or more walkers shambling across the parking lot towards them.

" Loco!" he called to the biker still manning the .50 cal "Crowd control!!"

The biker aimed the machine gun at the approaching ghouls and opened fire,quickly reducing the zeds to a quivering pile of blood and gore.

"Let's get those fething trucks going!!" Tombstone bellowed at the others " All that noise is going to bring more of those fething things soon!!"

" We got 'em boss" Called T-Rex as three trucks roared to life.

" Alright then let's move!!" shouted Tombstone heading back for his Hummer.

From a position atop a nearby building,a riffle sight placed cross hairs on Tombstones head,a finger begin to tighten on the trigger.

"Nyet Comrade" a voice near the sniper spoke " We will watch them...and follow."

As the convoy of trucks and Hummers exited the parking lot,several armed soldiers raced for the stairs,radioing there command post as they went.

Dawn....

The first golden rays of sunlight were just beginning to peek over the horizon, quickly casting away the nightly shadows and darkness. It found a opening in one of the windows and crept its way across the floor toward the motionless figure sprawled out on the floor and revealed a gristly sight.

The man blinked a few times as he opened his eyes in the morning light. He reached up to rub the morning crud from his eyes and was surprised to find that his face was sticky, he soon quickly realised to his horror that he was covered almost head to toe in gore.

Over here....

He half jumped out of his skin at the sound of the voice which came from behind him. He drew his bayonet in one swift motion and spun around to face the intruder and stood wide eyed in surprise as he scanned the room and saw nobody in the room with him.

Over here.... Came the soft female voice in an almost toying tone again from behind him.

The man spun around again quickly and hurled the bayonet as hard as he could at his target. With a loud thud the bayonet buried itself into the wood frame of the bathroom door. It was then that he realised that he wasn't in the same spot that he fell asleep in the night before. His legs started to shake as adrenaline kicked in as he walked toward the bathroom door. He pulled his bayonet free from the door and silently listened for a moment pressing his ear against the door.

Nothing.

He took a step back and kicked the door with everything he had. The door splintered as it gave way and flew open inward revealing a gristly sight. On the floor of the bathroom was the shredded and gnawed remains of a person wearing a rubber Mopp suit. His neck and chest were ripped open and his innards were spilled out around him. His right arm was clearly chewed down to the bone in places and blood was thick and pooling on the floors and walls around him.

The man took a few hurried steps backwards as his gaze was transfixed on the scene before him in horror.

Remember......

He spun around and stared face to face with a ghastly ghoul with glowing orange eyes which roared in anger revealing rows oh razor sharp teeth. The man screamed as the thing reached up and out with clawed hands and grabbed hold of each side of his face. He screamed not because of fear of the creature.....but because the monster was wearing his uniform.

He blacked out and collapsed into a heap onto the floor of the room and lay motionless and alone in the room.

Morning.....

Upon waking up for the second time that morning in a cold sweat, the man hurriedly gathered his things and check what was left of the body for anything useful and found nothing other then a few Ak47 mags which he pocketed. He tried, but failed horribly at removing the blood from his cloths as it had already permanently stained them before leaving the house that he spent the night in.

The man walked across the yard and startled some crows which squawked in protest at him before flying off into the distance. He turned and started briskly walking down the road heading out of town when suddenly a jeep looking vehicle painted OD green pulled out from around a building toward him. Before he could do anything the vehicle had spotted him and was already on top of him.

The tires squealed in protest at stopping so fast and two men jumped out of the vehicle wearing the same type of gear as the body in the house behind him and both were armed with Ak 47's. He raised his hands over his head trying to show that he wasn't any threat as he found himself on the business end of the worlds most massed produced killing machine.

One of them shouted in Russian at him, but sadly he couldn't understand anything he was saying. Somewhere deep inside him, a sudden urge of pure hate started to build. One of the men climbed back into the jeep thing and started speaking onto what looked like a CB radio set. The other took a few steps closer to him and continued to yell at him in Russian.

He tried to speak, but only succeeded in mumbling from not speaking any real words for an untold amount of time. The soldier, frustrated at this, lashed out and struck the man upside his head with the wooden stock of his ak. The man spun and fell to the ground, where he lay for a few seconds with his eyes closed as the world spun and swam around him.

The soldier stood over him point blank and poked the man in his back with the business end of his rifle checking to see if he had killed the man. The man suddenly opened his now glowing orange eyes and spun around howling in anger as his now clawed hand pushed the rifle barrel away from him while the other grabbed the soldier by the throat.

The soldier cried out in shock and horror wide eyed and pulled the trigger sending bullets flying into the dirt around him as he was lifted off the ground by his throat. His breath gurgled out as he was separated from his weapon and thrown like a rag doll across the road. The other soldier started to climb out of the jeep, but was cut down in a hail of automatic fire as the creature turned the now liberated ak47 own its own kind until the bolt slammed home on an empty mag.

The creature dropped it and turned back toward the man that it had just thrown, and found him crawling across the asphalt trying to get away on a broken leg. With a screech of primal rage, the creature bounded across the short distance between the target and sunk his claws into the mans shoulder and side causing him to scream out in pure agony. The creature opened its mouth wide revealing razor sharp teeth and fangs and sunk them deep into his victims neck, ripping a bloody chunk of meat out. The man gurgled blood out of his still screaming mouth as the creature ended his life in a swift one two motion which removed his head from his body.

Over the CB radio in the jeep, the hand mic could be seen jammed in between the seat as it hot keyed the sounds of meat being ripped and bones breaking over the airways.

Patrick knew that the guard tower meant no good, as they would probably think he was an infected. He entered the treeline again, traveling around the "camp". He saw what looked like a man patrolling along the road about 60 yards away that led into the forest, who had stopped to take a leak.

Patrick deftly walked over, seeing the "guardsman" was taking his sweet damn time. Patrick took the man by surprise, throwing him into a sleeper hold. The man struggled, and tried to buck out, but eventually he felt limp and went into an unconscious state.

Patrick hopped onto the motorcycle, and sped off into the road for over an hour, hoping he would find some sort of town soon and not a military outpost.

Right, anyone involved with the commune in the mountains (i.e.Tombstone and possibly Karon?) - just to let you know there will be an event coming up soon, so try not to advance the storyline too far.

And anyone else, I don't want y'all posting more than a day ahead of the other players. Also, could you all just confirm where you are for me?

Hog + Keira - Their home that is where exactly?
Tombstone + Daisy - Sprinkletown/Commune
Halon - hotel/fort
Scrazza - I believe your character is in Pine Ville, but can you confirm this?
Jennifer - boat
Patrick - around the commune?
Helena - with Russians on a beachhead?
Saunders - not sure where he is, so please give me a location. Possibly in/heading towards Pine Ville would be useful. Also, what the hell is he?
Dmitri - With Russians.. somewhere? Confirm location please.
Janje - doesn't exist yet. He'll die if Bloodhorror doesn't post soon.


Answer for your respective characters. Thanks.

Robbie's in Pine Ville yes.

Check

he's on a boat (Biatch)

love the song! Good find.

FM Ninja 048 wrote:Check

ooooooookay..

I bet the russians on you boat are partying just like that, FM Ninja. And I just know there are also zombie hos a plenty.

I just downloaded that song. LOLz

Correction, I'm in a hotel/COMPOUND, not a fort a compound.

Dmitri is near Syracuse, NY.

Helena is in a small armoured convoy (3 APC's with ~20 soldiers) heading inland from one of the beachheads.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Saunders - not sure where he is, so please give me a location. Possibly in/heading towards Pine Ville would be useful. Also, what the hell is he?

Pine Ville, sure. He was just in some no named town. But if you want me heading that way (or there) I can do that. No biggie.

And as for what is he? A Russian experiment.... gone bad? We shall see.

jp400 wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Saunders - not sure where he is, so please give me a location. Possibly in/heading towards Pine Ville would be useful. Also, what the hell is he?

Pine Ville, sure. He was just in some no named town. But if you want me heading that way (or there) I can do that. No biggie.

And as for what is he? A Russian experiment.... gone bad? We shall see.

But if he's permanently evil-lookin' then I'm afraid he'll end up getting shot-on-da-spot.

never mind, send saunders to Robbie over at Pine ville. It'd be fun!

Get up.....

The man opened his eyes at the sound of the voice which had once again returned and looked around him. He was laying in bed of a rusting blue ford pickup truck and the sun was still shining down from over head in a slightly cloudy sky.

Over here.....

The mans eyes shot down over his bloody form looking out over his feet at the tailgate to where the female voice had come from and his eyes got wide in horror as the thing with glowing orange eyes sat looking back at him. He recoiled into a sitting position against the back of the cab and closed his eyes tight, holding himself as he rocked back and forth...

You're not real, You're not real he mumbled to himself several times over before he risked opening his eyes again.

The thing was gone and he was alone, much to his relief. He stood up and walked to the back of the truck bed and climbed down and out onto the weed choked lawn where it sat. It had happened again, he had apparently blacked out and he could not remember what had happened or how he had ended up in the back of the ford truck. He was also quite sure, that he had acquired fresh blood stains on his clothing, but after a quick search he could not find a body ... Much to his relief.

He walked along the old cracked road for about a half hour when he stopped. Off in the distance he could hear the distinct sound of an engine sitting at idle. It was an OD green jeep with a red star on the door and looked as though someone had shot the living hell out of the hood and front windshield, which was spider webbed from multiple impacts. He walked up and opened the drivers door and let the bullet riddled man in the drivers seat fall out onto the ground. Quickly searching the body turned up a wallet with a military Id card, which he pocketed, along with a flask of what smelled like Vodka. He unclasped the mans LBE and threw it onto the passenger seat along with his Ak47 and climbed inside slamming the door behind him.

He released the parking break and put the vehicle in gear and making a slow turn he flipped the vehicle around and started heading out the town. After about a mile he bypassed an old police blockade and turned onto the freeway passing a sign marking the distance to the next town.

PineVille: 110 Miles
Cape City: 66 Miles

On the bottom of the sign, someone had spray painted in red "Highway to Hell!" in big bold letters. The man just put his foot down and weaved in and out of abandoned cars.

Meanwhile, the man did not notice the hand mic for the CB set that still lay jammed in between the seat and it continued to broadcast a signal.

(OOC: I figure this will put me well south of both cities, which would mean I "should" drive through/near Tombstones lot something in the near future. If not, I will end up in one of the two cities.)

Erm, my two are in the middle of nowhere, but they're gonna be making a treck soon, so They will be turning up.

IC: It was a passive stalemate. Hog knew it, and the soldiers knew it. If the Russians tried to take their weapons, they would inevitably end up with some KIA's, all for two survivors.

Both groups came to the same conclusion at the same time. It was not worth the lives of soldier and survivors alike, especially at no gain.

The sergeant, grim faced, lowered his rifle slightly, and signalled with his free hand for his men to fall back. The squad reluctantly withdrew into the forest.

Once safely disengaged a heated debate exploded.

"Sarge, what the hell!" Cried the as of yet unnamed Russian.

"We had probable positives there, we cant let 'em go like that!" Ivanov stammered, joining in.

The Sergeant, quick as a viper, drew his knife and slammed it into the adjacent tree, silencing the group.

"We, are scouts yes? They didn't know we were sitting in their garden for Christ's sake, it's not like they'll notice us shadowing them."

"Now, Get on the radio, and call into base. I want them to ID these two, now."

OOC: Sorry I haven't been posting for a while, I've had a week of severe nausea.

IC:

Dmitri smashed into the cafeteria, stumbling and blood covered. Seiga in hand, he dispatched the zombies. First came the one on the table. His head blew off like a rotten watermelon. The second was the cafeteria worker. She was killed by 2 to the chest. The third and last had his head smashed in by the butt of the rifle.

The food was stale, but it was food. After 2 days without food or water, Dmitri was glad he had found the college. He locked himself in the meat locker, and for the first time in days, fell asleep.

"Wake the hell UP!" The slam into his head hurt like a Siberian blizzard. He was blindfolded, and had no equipment. "Is he bitten?" A softer voice spoke this time. "No, he isn't. But that doesn't mean he doesn't want us dead." The blindfold was taken off, and it took awhile to become adjusted to the light. When he could see, he found what he had suspected. There were 2 college students. 1 male, 1 female. They seemed scared, alone.

"Listen to me, Russian. We're in charge around here. What we say goes."
Their leader, or what appeared their leader, was a gruff white male, around 20, with a bat.
"Erik, lighten up on the guy, he probably doesn't understand us. And look, this is a Army member, not a rescue worker. He can help us."
I slipped the knife out from the hidden pocket in the sleeve. The knife felt the rope on his hands, slicing through it. The pair turned away, discussing what to do with Dmitri. He silently creeped to the two talking, the knife ready to strike.

*Squeak*

"What the hell was that?" The female turned around, and screamed. "ERIK! LOOK!" Damn it, Dmitri thought. She's good.

"OH SH*T!" The man raised a gun, and fired. The shot went wide, and I was safe. Dmitri lunged, and the knife found it's mark. The foot of the man was stuck to the floor, the 6 inch blade stabbing the man to the floor. The girl was scared. Dmitri stood up, and with all the English he had learned on the boat, he said in a deep accent, "Come with me. The zombies come." She cried a small amount, nodded, and pointed me towards my gear, and nodded. He smiled, and grabbed his equipment.

Taking the knife out of the foot of the one called "Erik", Dmitri looked at him, and said, "You come too. You too good to die."

The pair followed Dmitri into the night, scared. Heading west, they headed towards the big city. Towards salvation.

after emptying what for him looked like his third glass, Robbie got up and took his gear. He could probably stay here for about two more days. If the majority of the zeds didn't see him of course.

Robbie shoulder his SCAR H, and took an unopened bottle of old vintage wine with him. No beer, but it would do for now. HE walked out of the bar and was greeted by the bright morning sun. He looked around and took another swig of his wine.

Well, the police armoury didn't work out, but he saw a gun shop.

"Strange" he mumbled to himself. "The door's still locked. Looks like there's a trap there as well."

Robbie spotted a shotgun, rigged, aimed at the doorway. He carefully walked to the shotgun trap. But he spotted a mine just half a meter in front of him. Then another, another. six mines lay scattered around the weapons shop. The mines were positioned at choke points, the rest was walled by concrete walls.

"feth", he thought.

He made some distance, and took aim with his SCAR H. Helet out a burst of thre bullets, one of them hitting the small targets. The mine exploded, but there was just a small explosion, probably strong enough just to blow your foot off.

The door of the shop opened. A slender man, armed with a M4A1 looked at him very angry.

"Zed?" the slender man asked.

"would I have been carying guns if I was one? would I shot the mine rather than pulling my foot off and throwing it at it? no!" Robbie replied.

"Wooh! come in boyo." The man waved him inside. He stepped through the door, and saw three other people. An old man, late sixties, wearing an old Vietnam air cavalary uniform holding a Remington sat at a wobbling chair, keeping watch of the door.

The old man saluted.

Then he saw a woman, clothed in rags, a military helmet on her head with a sigar package in its webbing.

"Heya", said the woman. "Names Fox."

"Robbie." he replied.

"Robbie?"
The last man in the back spoke up, his back turned to Robbie. He wore the same leather jacket, a skull circled by a green snake, two pistols with smoking barrels crossing the skull. The man had Red hair. so red, it was almost orange.

"Is that you?!" Robbie sounded excited. "Red Rat?"

The man turned. Showing his face. 2 scars ran across his eyes, beginning from his forehead and ending at his lips.

"The one and only, Robbie."

The two ran towards eachother, laughing. They shaked hands.

"What are you doing in Pine vile Robbie?" Red Rat asked.

"Just passing by." Robbie answered. "I arrived here yesterday. Just passing by. You?"

"Aaah, the gang splintered remember? I just got here last month, this family here took me in. The old man there is Micajah, the skinny bloke's his son, Mikey. And that's Mikey's wife, Fox. " Red Rat's accent clearly was, jst like Red Rat, Irish

"Your SCAR H looks banged. You want me to repair it?" Mikey asked, indicating at the rusty assault rifle. "It's free around here, don't know how yoy gonna pay it otherwise."

"Thanks, but I rather like a new one."

"Well, we have a shipment of M4A1 s. Brand new. Like one of those?" Mikey walked to the crates and picked one up, and handed ot to Robbie.

"Nice," The assault rifle looked brand new. "I'll take it.

"Glad to serve ya, the gun comes with two big crates of ammo clips for it. "

"Fine, good. Let me just talk to my old pall here oke?" Robbie sounded agitated.

"Aight, aight, I am not interupting anymore bud."

Robbie and Big Rat sat a table.

"Let's exchange some old war stories ey?" Red Rat sugested.

"And I've got the perfect drink for that." Robbie put the glass of wine on the table.

Red Rat laughed. "Wel let me get started, Robbie....And there I was, zeds al around............

The rest of the morning would just be Tale telling. And with the wine, it would be a nice time.

OOC

Hey, chowderhead, I think it's already morning. Or is it still night?

The APC weaved its way though the wall surrounding the safe zone. Already about 10 survivors had been picked up by scouts or made their way to this compound already - more than was expected according to the IO who continued his shouted comments as they exited into the contested countryside. A large horde of zombies had already started gathering around the compound and surrounding area. Helena counted at least a few hundred shuffling through fields and around houses when she looked through the small view port - every few seconds one of the guards on the wall would fire off a shot and blow the head off another zombie but still more came to fill up the void. The APC's in the convoy were not immune and soon their suspension was rocking as they ploughed over walking corpses that tried to reach them.

They drove for about an hour along a series of smaller and smaller roads before they eventually reached a high chain link fence crowned with barbed wire. A series of warning signs with graphic depictions of the use of the authorisation of lethal force were strung along the length as they drove towards the gateway. A Russian scout car was waiting just inside the compound. Several dead zombies were scattered around the gateway, both inside and outside the fence. The convoy halted and a soldier got out of the scout car and opened the gates for the APC's. Helena's APC stopped by the scout car as the soldier closed the gates. The IO opened the back door and went over to talk to the soldier who had opened the gate before returning to his seat and ordering the driver to catch up with the other vehicles.

The convoy pulled up next to a small hanger - a large grass air strip now mostly overgrown stretched away across the compound to the far fence. Nothing moved and no other buildings could be seen through the narrow view slits. Helena made sure the microphone and battery pack was secured to Alexi's collar and settled her own headset in place before putting on her gasmask and lightweight armoured helmet. She also pulled on her kevlar gloves and snapped them onto the togs on her shirt.

The squad disembarked, Helena quietly speaking into her headset, instructing Alexi to scout around the hanger while the rest of the squad made their way over to the entrance. The other two APC's unloaded - their soldiers fanning out to the other entrances to ensure they were locked down. The IO gestured the go-ahead to the entry squad and the technician began cracking the hanger locks. A few seconds later and the APC's shut down their engines. The quiet was un-nerving after the incessant rumbling roar they had endured in transit.

Helena toured around the hanger, keeping an eye on Alexi as she guided him around the compound searching for unseen zombies but even his keen nose could not detect their presence. She returned to the main entrance just as the technician breached the code locks on the door. The soldiers all stepped back as Helena ordered Alexi to sniff the crack around the partially opened door. He snuffed and shook his head.

“Что-то в там но оно слабо - должна быть более дальнеишая внутренность.” “There is something in there but it is faint - must be further inside.” she relayed to the IO.

“Хорошо, продолжайте” ”Good, proceed.”

The lead squad moved inside, carefully checking the gadgets they carried to ensure they did not trigger any hidden alarms or traps. Several times one of the soldiers would stop and spray a neon paint to warn of some electronic or mechanical danger. Alexi remained pensive but did not signal any imminent danger.

They reached a large steel door set into a concrete wall. The technician again looked to the IO for permission to begin work and received the go ahead – opening the control panel and plugging several leads into the circuitry. The second squad followed them in and began securing the rest of the main floor. Helena and Alexi joined them, using Alexi’s nose to probe for the undead.

Her radio crackled “5 минут по большей мере для того чтобы получить это открытое” “5 minutes at most to get this open”

Helena called Alexi back to her and returned to the first squad to wait for the technician to open the vault…

Yeah, I'm heading away from the compound, towards where Fitzz is currently on the same road he took.

Patrick is just driving on the road then, I won't advance it at your request.

"Robbie,listen up. Me, mikey and fox have come up with a plan. We wanna make Pine Ville live-able again. There's only...what? Thirty, maybe fifty zeds in Pine."

"Yeah, I can confirm that" Robbie said.

"Good. We wanna clear this here town of the zeds Robbie." Red Rat spoke "Wanna help out?"

"... four of us...against maybe forty zombies? are you kidding?" was Robbie's answer.

"Hey there are five of us blokes. Micajah's in too.

Robbie looked at the old veteran. Micajah nodded.

"Okay..." Robbie said awkwardly. How are we gonna pull that off.

"Pest control." Mikey piped up.

"yeah, you just shut up and wait for the killing dump gak." Red Rat laughed.

"Yeah, yeah...I got it."

Mikey pulled a blanket away over what seemed to be the couch. Three more boxes appeared. Mikey opened up one of them, and took something out, showing it to Robbie.

"Grenade launcher. With rotating mag-holder so you don't gotta worry about that." Red Rat informed. "Now we only got twelve rounds for it, and it has to last longer than this evening."

"This evening?" Robbie asked.

"yeah, just after dinner." Red Rat said "We'll have our belies full. and hopefully the zeds as well. Fox will be shooting the launcher."

Robbie looked at Fox. She was beautifull. Why did she married that hill-billy Mikey? She was slender, but she looked tough enough. Fox looked at Robbie, and smiled. Robbie looked away, and payed attention to the plans Red Rat was so ellaboratly explaining.

Scrazza wrote:OOC

Hey, chowderhead, I think it's already morning. Or is it still night?

It's just a dark room. The college was attacked, so they boarded everything up. With no power, it would be pretty dark.

oke sgood. But I still don't know what year we are in. It matters, what weapons I give my character.

Scrazza wrote:oke sgood. But I still don't know what year we are in. It matters, what weapons I give my character.

It's 2013, if I am not mistaken.

oooh, thats good to know. I think I skipped the part where that stood. Thanks chowderhead

(OOC: What does everyone think about creating another thread that is for anything non story related? That way we can have all the discussion and Q&A we want without cluttering the actual story up?)

(OOC -- I'm in for that. Keeps things ssperated, and neat. .)

As the small convoy of U-Haul trucks and Hummers moved west back towards the commune Tombstone took a few moments to contact the other patrols over the CB.

" Tombstone calling all Patrols...come back..over" The biker spoke into the CB handset.

A moment went by and Tombstone got his replies.

" Cutter here boss...way to many walker on the road south bound..we had to scrub mission...were headed back to the commune..over" Came the voice over the speaker..

" Roger that Cutter" Tombstone said " Good call...over"

The biker paused a moment and went on " Lil Dave...Digger...any luck on your patrols...over"

" Negative boss" came Little Dave's reply " Absolute wash...nothing out there but wrecks and walkers...over"

" Roger that...over" Tombstone said, frustration creeping in on him " Digger...what about your patroll...anything?...over."

A moment passed and Tombstone was about to call again when Diggers voice came over the speaker " Damn straight we found something Boss...we hit the fething mother load...over!!"

Tombstone grinned " Well hell ya fat bastard...are ya going to tell me what you found or not!?...Over!" the biker laughed.

" Sorry Stone" Digger replied " We located two..that is two U.S Army supply trucks..loaded with MREs and other goodies...we're on route back to the commune...ETA twenty minutes...over."

Tombstone whooped in jubilance " Digger ya chunky feth...you just earned a case of beer..on me...over."

" Roger that boss" Digger laughed " Looking forward to it..over and out."

Tombstone laid his head back and smiled,between the supplies Digger had found and the upcoming run on Pine Ville...the commune should have enough food to last near a year...by then perhaps the game in the forest would be a bit more plentiful...plus they had plans for building some green houses as well...it looked like they might be ok.

" Hey Stone" Red Beard spoke from the rear of the Hummer " Ain't that Fat Tony's bike coming at us?"

Tombstone narrowed his eyes,sure as feth a motorcycle was coming slowly up the road towards them...it was clearly Fat Tonys bike...who else owned a Pan head with painted purple with bright orange and yellow flames?

Tombstone could also plainly see that the rider was obviously not Fat Tony.

" What the feth." Tombstone whispered to himself.

" Looks like someone doesn't respect other peoples property." Loco said,a murderous shine entering his eyes.

Tombstone gritted his teeth " Loco..get on the .50!!" he barked,angrily snatching the CB handset from its cradle he called to the other Hummers " Boys...it appears we've come across a little joy rider...problem is he's riding on Satans Servant property...form a line...and bring all weapons to bere!!"

I'll hold up my reply, as I think it would change things too much and complicate the event that was announced to be coming shortly.

"So, who's up for a Lowe's run?" Halon called out to some of the survivors gathered in the courtyard.

Everyone looked at him and some even raised their hands like school children.

"Okay, here's how it's going to go down." Halon began lecturing, "we're going to take two vehicles. First group will include Snyder, Theron, Cali, and myself in Widowmaker(another of the abrams). We'll lead point and knock anything out of the way. Michelle, Kyle, and Sherman will take one of the hummers and follow close behind. When we get there we'll use the same procedure, back the hummer up against the loading bay and clear out the store. Once we clear it out we load everything we can into the hummer and some onto the tank. Got it?"

"Yeah." the group replied

"Hey how come you always get to ride in the tank?" Kyle said to Halon as they were going towards their respective vehicles.

"Because, I really like tanks and I'm in charge." Halon said while playfully pushing Kyle away.

.............

"Wow, no zeds so far." Cali called from her driver's seat.

"I know, the russians have been doing some good work around here... speaking of which we want to avoid the russians still." Halon said while switching the CB to the one known russian channel.

"Majority of them are at some airbase around the area," Halon began after listening to the radio, "we shouldn't have issue running into them."

"If we run into them we open fire or not?" Sherman called down from the .50.

"Not unless they fire first," Halon responded while turning the CB down, " I doubt they brought anything for anti armor and their AK's will just plink off the armor. If they do fire though, we have six shells I would love to send their way."

The tank suddenly jarred to a stop.

"What's up Cali?" Halon said while holding on the edge of his chair.

"APC, I think its russian." Cali responded and Halon looked through his periscope.

"Okay, turn here and go around." Halon patted Cali's shoulder to make sure she was listening, "Be quiet about it alright?"

The tank turned and began to go down another road, the hummer followed behind it, and they tried to be as quiet as a hummer could be.

Just then, the tank stopped again and Halon immediately took his periscope out again.

"Are you fething serious?" Halon began "Two APC's sitting in the middle of the damn road, what the hell are they doing?"

"Sherman, Kyle, and Theron with me." Halon said over the CB, we're going to see what's going on real quick.

The group dismounted and moved slowly and quietly towards the APC's, they heard no russian coming from either one and only one of them was idling.

Halon looked around and with seeing that the coast was clear he moved to the non idling APC that was in front of them. He peered around the corner and saw that it was shut in the back.

"Okay," he whispered "I'm going to see if anyone's home. Stay back here and if someone is in there, we're going to get the hell outta here and try again tomorrow."

The group nodded and Halon crept towards the APC's rear hatch. Halon knocked and heard someone speak russian inside.

"Go back!" Halon shouted as he ran towards the tank.

The group got in their respective vehicles and tried to move as quickly as possible to turn around. The APC kicked into life as the hummer rounded the corner and began to turn in its direction.

"Stop or we fire!" Halon heard the russian in one of the APC's say to the hummer in its view.

Then the abrams came out from beind the building and Halon aimed its barrel right the APC.

"Stay put or die you!" Halon called out in broken russian.

Halon could swear that the russian must've made some borscht in his pants when he saw a tank come around the corner like that.

"Get back to the hotel asap." Halon called into the CB and continued to train the barrel on the stationary APC.

"Hopefully we can make it back without anyone following us." Halon thought as the APC became a little dot on the horizon.

Tombstone eyed the young man perched on Fat Tonys Motorcycle coldly.
The Rider had stopped the bike at roughly fifty yards away,and was simply sitting there,staring at the convoy of vehicles.

"Stone!" called Loco from his position on the .50 cal " You want me to ice this fether or what?"

" Hold Fire!" Tombstone said

"Wha...!??" Loco replied in disbelief " Stone I got this feth dead bang...let me put him to sleep!"

" I said..hold your fire." Tombstone said coldly.

" Babe...what are you doing?" Daisy asked from besides the biker.

" I want him..alive" Tombstone replied,a slight grin parting his lips.

The biker lifted the CB handset and keyed the mike calling the other Two Hummers.

" Keep all weapons trained on this guy" Tombstone said " If he so much as flinches...slab him...but hold fire unless ...follow my lead...over."

" Roger that Boss" came the replies from the other bikers.

" Babe...what the feth are you going to do?!" Daisy inquired again,a touch of alarm in her voice.

" I'm going to go say howdy." Tombstone said with a smile.

" Your going to what!!?" Daisy exclaimed " Babe..don't bother...just let Loco blast the bastard and let's go."

"Now..what fun would that be?" Tombstone laughed " You stay here and keep me covered."

" Babe.." Daisy started,but a glance from Tombstone silenced her.

" You worry to much." Tombstone said kissing her cheek and climbing out of the Hummer,he glanced up at Loco who's finger was dancing on the trigger of the big .50 caliber.

" You got him sighted?" Tombstone asked.

" Got him dead bang" Loco smiled.

"Good" Replied Tombstone " He tries anything...you paint the street with him."

" With pleasure boss" Loco grinned,that murderous gleam dancing in his eyes.

Tombstone took several steps towards the man on the bike,behind him he noticed Daisy had exited the Hummer and taken cover behind one of its doors,her riffle raised,the sights fixed firmly on the joy riders head.

Tombstone smiled a bit at that,and closed the distance between himself and the man on Fat Tonys bike.

when he had come to about 20 yards away he stopped and spoke.

" Well now little buckaroo." Tombstone said with a wide evil grin " You mind telling me just how you came to be riding on a piece of our property?!"

"I hear walkers." Micajah first spoke since Robbie came in.

"What? I can't hear anything. Have you taken your pills pop?" Mikey asked bewildered.

moaning and mumbling could be heard from outside.

Red Rat looked seriously, as if the wine in the morning has lost it's effect immediatly. He got up, took the grenade launcher and tossed it to Fox, who catched it nicely. Mikey went to check on the windows.

"Oh god, they're realy here! What do we do?!"

"Remember the plan!" Fox said. "gak"

Red Rat and Robbie each took their main weapons. Robbie's M4A1 and Red Rat's AK 47.

"Hahahaha! I get to shoot again!" Micajah was clearly excited.

Mikey and Fox immediatly opened all the windows. And Micajah opened the door, giving him a clear shot at the walkers.

"Easy with the Launcher, girl" Red Rat yelled to the twenty year old Fox. "How many Mikey?"

"Erm...one, two....er...three....ah hell, many!"

The peasant can't even count, Robbie thought. "I count around twenty five."

Micajah made that twenty four, shooting one with his remington while laughing maniacly. one of the mines exploded, blowing the foot off one of the zeds. Red Rat scored a headshot on the same one.

"Hurry, Fox! Robbie yelled. "Shoot the launcher!"

He could hear a thumping sound. Then an explosion. A shower of blood and gore kicked up by the explosion. The walkers were getting close. Without someone on watch, the zeds got to clear the distance unnoticed. The first few seds were almost at the door. Micajah's shotgun kicked in again, killing another. The senile man mumbled something and shot again. and again and again... Untill his remington jammed. The rest was too busy keeping the zombies away from the windows.

The first zed got through the door. Micajah just kept raking his shotgun and pulling the trigger, but nothing happened.

"RAAAGH!" He yelled, whilst swinging his shotgun like a club. He was too old to come out of his chair, and just sat there, mumbling while he got bitten and scratched to death by the zed.

Mikey noticed this too late.

"Pop!" he yelled while running over to the biting zed. he got close and emptied his entire mag in the Zed that killed his father. He didn't notice, the two other zombies coming through the door. The zeds pulled him down and started biting, eating him alive. There were only three humans in pine ville.

Fox witnessed the killing of her ten years older husband and step father. She didn't flinch. Robbie thought he saw a small smile on fox's face.

The trio fell back to the back room, where all guns and ammo were stored. Fox got in there last, after she had fired off another grenade with her launcher, killing another three zeds in the tight confines of the small shop. Zeds were spillinh in the house now. through the windows and the door. Robbie thought he saw at least ten dead zeds on the ground. either killed by headshots, or by Fox's launcher.

"Oh gak!" cursed Red Rat, reloading his AK.

There was only one door for entering the back room, so they could defend it easily. But they were with their backs against the wall, nowhere to run. Fox dropped the launcher onto an ammo crate and picked up a Shotgun. She started firing, resulting in exploding zombie heads and chest. The shop space/ livving room was now splatterd with blood and gore. Robbie and Red Rat kept the fire up with their assault rifles. The zeds managed to get close, but were eventualy massacred in the small room of the shop.

The three of them got into the main shop room, and looked at all the carnage.

"Well, I am not cleaning the house. We clear the rest of pine ville, then move in another house."

"What do we do with them?" Robbie asked gesturing respectively to the Mikey and Micajah.

"Gather their weapons and ammo, and leave them with the res off the zeds." Fox said coldly. " I won't miss these two idiotic inbreds. After we switched houses we torch the buidling. The zeds will start to stink after a while."

Enjoying it.

(OOC--- Last of topic post on this thread from me but. Dark would want to pu the lik of the off topc thread chowderhead made. Just to keep this one clean. )

PLAYER EVENT - PART ONE


"Well now little buckaroo," Tombstone said with a wide evil grin "You mind telling me just how you came to be riding on a piece of our property?"

"As a matter of fact, I do," replied the stranger - he had an unusual voice; very deep, but quiet and calm.

Tombstone folded his arms and regarded the man carefully. He was just a bit shorter than himself, Tombstone being the giant of a man that he is, and had pale white skin and striking spiked-up bright orange hair. It defied viewing when the sun shone upon it. In addition, the 'thief' had a few different types of weapons about himself, and rather disturbingly he boasted an array of metal earrings.

It was odd, Tombstone thought, that this man seemed unbothered that he could have him dead in seconds with but a word.
"Now listen up buddy, cause I'm only gonna ask you once. Get off the bike."
"Or what?" The man replied daringly.
"Or Loco here," Tombstone replied, jesturing to the .50 cal gunner, "will waste you." The man glanced down, and slowly began to laugh, quietly though. The man looked up. "Just try it my friend, but I wouldn't if I were you."
"But you're not me, are you?" Tombstone replied, grinning, "Waste 'im."
With that command, several things happened simultaneously. The stranger twisted and sent the bike sliding across the ground on its side into Tombstone, knocking the man over, while Loco opened fire. The man rolled out of the way, pulling out an assault rifle and sending a hail of shots towards Loco, killing him. He then picked himself up and looked around for another target. The driver of the first Hummer slammed his foot on the accelerator, and the vehicle powered forward towards the man. Surprisingly, the stranger ran forwards to meet the vehicle. He then leaped up, smashing through the windscreen leg first and delivering a kick that, at the speed the Hummer was going, snapped the neck off the driver. The vehicle careened off the road to the left, and the man dived out of the open passenger door, rolling to his feet. He quickly returned fire, hitting the shooter. The biker woman collapsed, bleeding from several bullet wounds on her upper body. Tombstone got up in time to see Daisy go down, and he roared out in anger, and the stranger turned to look at him. "You fething piece of gak!" He shouted, drawing his pistols in anger. He fired while running, and the stranger shot too. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, as the bullets flew through the air.

And in the distance, a low moaning could be heard. A moaning that was getting closer...


What will happen? We shall wait and see..

Darkvoidof40k wrote:PLAYER EVENT

...And a great hush filled the wasteland.

Gave me a mini heart attack, click on skip to unread: PLAYER EVENT

Finally!

Btw, anyone else watching the Rally to Restore Sanity? I woke up at 11:58 central, and apparently that's when it officially started, the hour prior was mostly music guests and such.

I hope the media dumbasses take a hint (Glen Beck, Bill O'reilly....) and shut the feth up and act like normal human beings and report the news.

Event is above.

Oh, I do love how you portrayed my character.

Well, I wanted this character to be Tombstones friend for the time being, and with me shooting and probably killing your lady friend, that is probably not happening.

Well, lead is to you, Fitzz, as it looks like I did most of the action in that event.

Edit: And, if anyone wanted to figure out what my characters face looked like, my avatar is about as close as you'll get...color in the hair, etc.

Karon wrote:Oh, I do love how you portrayed my character.

Well, I wanted this character to be Tombstones friend for the time being, and with me shooting and probably killing your lady friend, that is probably not happening.

Well, lead is to you, Fitzz, as it looks like I did most of the action in that event.

Edit: And, if anyone wanted to figure out what my characters face looked like, my avatar is about as close as you'll get...color in the hair, etc.

OOC: Yeah that's not quiet how I had things planed either...I kind of figured there would be a begrudging team up between Karons character and my own.

The event isn't finished yet, so don't you two think about posting! (Damn if this is a ninja move.. )

OOC: @ Dark.

I'm not trying to be TFG,but...I do have two slight problems with the event (well actually three).

My first would be that a .50 cal MG fires it's rounds at close to 3000fps (feet per second),and fires close to a thousand rounds per minute...I don't quiet see a target in the open dodging that.

Second,the windscreen of a military Hummer is quiet thick,a few inches thick actually...if Karons character had attempted a flying kick through one,he'd have most likely bounced off...with a broken leg to boot.

Third...You killed Daisy??...what did poor Daisy ever do to you.

Again,I don't want to come off as TFG...but as I said,certain things in the event are way off.

FITZZ wrote: OOC: @ Dark.

I'm not trying to be TFG,but...I do have two slight problems with the event (well actually three).

My first would be that a .50 cal MG fires it's rounds at close to 300fps (feet per second),and fires close to a thousand rounds per minute...I don't quiet see a target in the open dodging that.

Second,the windscreen of a military Hummer is quiet thick,a few inches thick actually...if Karons character had attempted a flying kick through one,he'd have most likely bounced off...with a broken leg to boot.

Third...You killed Daisy??...what did poor Daisy ever do to you.

Again,I don't want to come off as TFG...but as I said,certain things in the event are way off.

I kindly and respectfully have to agree with this. Also not trying to be TFG mind you, but what he is saying is true. I just dont see the event going down like it did... anyone in the open with that many guns on them would have been killed out right, let alone a M2 HMG that can shoot through over an inch of steel. And any normal person would never be able to kick through the window of a hmmwv.

Just Saying.

By the way, what day are we on? Anyone? (If one of you could find out/knows anyway, that'd save me quite some time - time that could be spent on writing events!

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PLAYER EVENT - PART TWO

Six hours later.

Damn that bitch, Tombstone thought as he paced around outside the commune's make-shift medical room. He roared in anger once again and spun and punched the wall, leaving a crumpled dent. "fething cheap wall", he grumbled angrily as he held his hand; examining his bloodied knuckles. The Medicine Man had been in there with Daisy for..forever. He shook his head slowly, as if to clear it.
"You gotta calm down 'stone," One eye said.
"I know. But its so fething annoying! I swear if that bastard has killed her.."
"He could be anywhere by now Tomb, and you know it. The chances of us finding him are about as good as me waking up tomorrow to find out the last year was a dream,"
Tombstone grunted, "only if she's there lying beside me."
One eye walked over to Tombstone and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure she'll be fine."
Tombstone sighed, "I hope you're right."


Six hours before.


Bullets filled the air. Three struck the stranger, two in his left shoulder and one on his chest. He was knocked onto his back by the impacts, and ceased to move. Tombstone grinned his evil grin, murder playing in his eyes. He walked over to examine his handy work. He was taken aback when he finally reached his foe and looked down, to see no blood anywhere on the man. In that split second of confusion, the stranger's legs flew out, tripping Tombstone over. The stranger jumped up, and kicked Tombstone hard in the face, sending him sprawling. The biker tasted blood in his mouth and reached up to wipe ssome of the thick red liquid off his face with the back of his right hand. He pulled himself to his feet, and instinctively reached for pistols that weren't there.
"Come on, biker, this is the time for real combat!" Spat the stranger, a whole new vicious attitude about him. "I expected more from you."



More to come.. those not involved in the event, feel free to continue. As for FITZZ and Karon.. watch this space.

FITZZ wrote: OOC: @ Dark.

I'm not trying to be TFG,but...I do have two slight problems with the event (well actually three).

My first would be that a .50 cal MG fires it's rounds at close to 3000fps (feet per second),and fires close to a thousand rounds per minute...I don't quiet see a target in the open dodging that. He's quick

Second,the windscreen of a military Hummer is quiet thick,a few inches thick actually...if Karons character had attempted a flying kick through one,he'd have most likely bounced off...with a broken leg to boot. It had been previously damaged and had been repaired with cheaper glass.

Third...You killed Daisy??...what did poor Daisy ever do to you. She's not dead.

Again,I don't want to come off as TFG...but as I said,certain things in the event are way off. Chillax, it's all cool.

Problem solved?

As well, you can't count on that HMG hitting the exact spot where its pointed, especially when we are considering who is shooting it.

Patrick is pretty fast, but luck more than anything.

I hope you can put a positive spin on this...I don't want to die this time if at all possible, LOL.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote: OOC: @ Dark.

I'm not trying to be TFG,but...I do have two slight problems with the event (well actually three).

My first would be that a .50 cal MG fires it's rounds at close to 3000fps (feet per second),and fires close to a thousand rounds per minute...I don't quiet see a target in the open dodging that. He's quick

Second,the windscreen of a military Hummer is quiet thick,a few inches thick actually...if Karons character had attempted a flying kick through one,he'd have most likely bounced off...with a broken leg to boot. It had been previously damaged and had been repaired with cheaper glass.

Third...You killed Daisy??...what did poor Daisy ever do to you. She's not dead.

Again,I don't want to come off as TFG...but as I said,certain things in the event are way off. Chillax, it's all cool.

Problem solved?

...All is well Dark,honestly not trying to medal in your position as GM...just pointing out a few things that seemed off to me...carry on.

What is with Anime ninjas and you Karon?!

Karon wrote:As well, you can't count on that HMG hitting the exact spot where its pointed....

Respectfully disagree.

The Ma Duce is a VERY accurate gun. Espically when it is mounted on a vehicle which if done properly with a Traversing & Elevation Mechanism you can damn near snipe people with it.

Last Ma Duce range I went to earlier this summer at YTC, I put an entire burst so close together you couldn't tell one bullet hole from the next on the target.

jp400 wrote:

Karon wrote:As well, you can't count on that HMG hitting the exact spot where its pointed....

Respectfully disagree.

The Ma Duce is a VERY accurate gun. Espically when it is mounted on a vehicle which if done properly with a Traversing & Elevation Mechanism you can damn near snipe people with it.

Last Ma Duce range I went to earlier this summer at YTC, I put an entire burst so close together you couldn't tell one bullet hole from the next on the target.

Yes.
....And as for the gunner,poor Loco (R.I.P) was ex-military...Hey,I created him..he can be a four star general if I say he was.

ghosty wrote:What is with Anime ninjas and you Karon?!

They're too cool for me to not reanimate and create in the real world!

And, as for the HMG accuracy issue, I withdraw. I had no idea the particular MG mounted on the vehicle was that accurate.

Karon wrote:

ghosty wrote:What is with Anime ninjas and you Karon?!

They're too cool for me to not reanimate and create in the real world!

And, as for the HMG accuracy issue, I withdraw. I had no idea the particular MG mounted on the vehicle was that accurate.

Like I said, it CAN be when done/used properly and know what to expect. If you are free gunning and have never fired it before... you can have the worlds most accurate gun and still not hit the broad side of a barn.

Well let me elaborate.. In my mind atleast, when Karon's character sent the bike skidding on its side into Tombstone's feet, he had deliberately 'fallen' onto his back. This is how he avoided immediate death, and then he rolled and shot the gunner. He'd already planned it out, see?

Its cool, mate, focus on the event, yeah?

OOC: --- I just thought I post this here, just so everybody notices. An unexpected holliday came up. I leave on mondey and I'll be back on friday. I am bringing my Laptop, but I don't know if I can find a secure internet connection. Can the GM (whoever that is ) Keep me, Red Rat and Fox alive? (unwouned as well might be a bonus )

Mine isn't so.... fantastical? I dunno, I like my supernatural Rps to be grounded in gritty realism! I'd like some feedback though, so don't be afraid to knock it or anything


IC: Hog and Keira pounded it down the mountain path. They had set of the moment the Scouts had fallen back, not waiting for the soldiers to get there bearings. It was a desperate gamble, and they had heard foliage rustle as the Russians strived to keep up with them running full pelt. But as the morning wore on, and as pursuit became much less of an option, the pair had slowed down. They were still moving it down the track fast, but this was so they could get down to the Bike by early evening. Living in the mountains had it's cons, a long hike was a prominent one, up there with a tendency to yodel, and wear laderhozen.

However, for the apparent faults, it had it's bonuses. Firstly, Zeds never bothered with the climb. To much hassle, and it would be way to treacherous for your regular run of the mill ghoul to get much further than a third of the way up before it was claimed by a hidden ditch, falling rubble, or loose footing.

About an hour later, the pair passed the 'welcome to Pineville Reservation' sign, with it's quaint squirrel carving clutching to the side.

"Hey, Hog?" Keira called out in front of her. Hog was striding ahead. He seemed angry, but for the life of her, Keira couldn't really understand why. Was it something she had done?

"What?"

"Honey, why'd we have to leave? They were there to help, surely?"

Hog span on the spot, his eyes flashed with venomous hatred.

" 'Cos they're Reds, that's why! They're busy grabbing our land 'cos we cant properly defend ourselves! Typical Russians, if they can't beat us, they'll wait 'till we cant fight back. God Dammit!"

A couple of birds took flight. The echoing of his voice carried through the now gently inclining woodland. Woodland much less dangerous to the Living dead. It occurred to Hog that he'd ended up yelling at Keira. She looked slightly hurt, but it was her fault. She asked.

Hog turned on the spot and started to carry on walking down the woodland path. Keira stayed where she was for a second, half because of shock, but half because she wanted to listen to the silent forest. Any sound could betray them, but damn they could move quietly. She made a mental note to keep her ears on the sounds of the forest until they reached the Car park, and jogged after Hog, who was now further down the path.


They remained silent until they got to the road leading out of the reserve. There, still nestled from where they hid it, was the Motorbike, it's gleaming body lovingly covered by a Camo tarpaulin. Hog seemed to brighten up considerably, and jogged over to his pride and glory.

"Ah well, I suppose this means we get to have a bit of a journey on the Bike, eh?"he said with a grin.

He then patted its chrome side affectionately, and began to check it over for any damage it may have sustained on it's lonely solace.

"Hey pass us the Keys Keira."

Keira blinked.

"Oh sh*t."

Hog looked up, his smile fading from his face.

"What do you mean, 'Oh sh*t'?"

Keira went slightly red.

"I knew I for-"

Hog cut her off.

"Don't. Don't you dare tell me you forgot them."

Keira stood there dumbfounded, and shrugged.

"What can I say? Im sorry!"

Hog yelled a stream of profanities.

"You forgot the Keys?! How the hell are we going to get about now?!"

Keira, desperate to make amends came up with a suggestion, that turned out to be a bad one.

"What about hotwiring..her?"

Hog let out a harsh, fake laugh.

"Yeah sure! Why the F*ck not?! And then maybe we could drive down to the city and share a couple of spliffs with the deads? Hows that for a F*cking stupid idea?!"

"I was only trying to he-"

"Well don't! This is your fault!"

Hog stood there, clenching and unclenching his fists, staring at the floor. Keira stood impassive, looking into the middle distance.

"I still don't see why we can't hotwire the Bike" Keira muttered to herself. When her gaze returned to Hog, he was staring at her with a look he seemed to reserve for the Undead, and more recently, the Russians. And now, her.

"Is it not obvious to you?! I wouldn't do anything so barbaric (he practically spat the word) to her!"

It was Keira's turn to make a false laugh.

"Great! So by you're own volition we're stuck here! Nice f*cking job you done there."

Hog took a step towards her, fists balled.

"I didn't forget the Keys in the first place!"

Keira placed her face in her palm.

"Yeah, cos YOUR Bike is obviously MY responsibility."

Hog crossed the distance between them before she had a moment to react, snatching her bag from her hands.

"Oh? So what did you deem important to remember?" he snarled, keeping the bag out of her reach.

"A book?! What's the point of that?!"

He chucked it absently on the dirt floor.

"Hog stop!"

"Oh! This is important!"

A long since drained I-pod sailed across the car park, and clattered amongst the bushes.

"Stop!"

"I really can see how useful this is!"

A small, and apparently unimportant watch was picked out of the bag.

"Let go of that now!"

"Oh, so a watch is more important than our survival?! Yeah, I can really see that."

It dropped to the floor, it's glass top flashing in the sunlight for a brief second before Hogs Iron capped boot crushed it into the floor.

"IT ALL MEANS NOTHING ANYMORE!"

Keira's hand moved, quick as a viper, catching Hog on the cheek with a slap that echoed amongst the trees.

Hog's reply sent Keira sprawling onto the ground. It felt like she had just been hit by a freight train. She lay on the ground, clutching her Jaw, crying softly to herself.

Hog turned the bag upside down, and let the rest of the contents fall onto the floor. Spare clothes, medical supplies, food, water. It was all useless in his eyes. In a final act of retribution, Hog tore the rucksack in half, his muscles bulging briefly, before it came apart at the semes.

Without a second glance, Hog wheeled on the spot, and pushed his bike out into the road, and began to walk down the highway.

Keira sat there, in the car park, and just cried there, for hours.


OOC: Hogs havin' a bad day. 'Nuff said.

@ ghosty

Great work as usual my friend,I believe you captured a bikers reaction to the entire situation very accurately...even a biker who has been semi-domesticated like our buddy Hog.

I agree, very 'interesting' piece of writing you've done there.

I'll finish up the current event for FITZZ and Karon in a bit. Only just got up and damn its early (for a weekend). Why oh why do we have to mess with our clocks in England..?

"The police HQ seems safe." Red Rat sugested.

"No Red, There are six zeds in there." Robbie shared his information.

"We can lure them out." said Fox "Robbie, you been in there before, you know the layout. You can make a lot of noise in there, and then run out while Red and me wait for them to come out and shoot them."

"F*ck..." Robbie said.

Robbie ran towards the door, and then further in the Police house. Fox and Red Rat could hear shooting. A minute later Robbie came runing out, out of breath.

"F*ck, f*ck!" he yelled out of breath

seven zombies rusheh out after him. Red anf Fox started shooting as soon as Robbie was clear. The zeds were dead in moments. all had had a clean headshot, or were shot to pieces by Fox's shotgun.

Robbie caught his breath.

"Well that went well." Fox said.

Robbie looked up. "Yeah right."

double post. sorry.

I haven't a clue where i am...

Janje took a good clear look at his surrondings... He hadn't gotten far from the Mental Asylum when the chaos had begun... He had already taken a Knife and other useful kit from an abandoned store. It had already come in handy when some Lumbering fool tried to bite him! He slit his throat in an instant... But, the Fool kept biting him...

"What do you Want?!" Janje Shouted.

"Braaaiiiinnnssss" it groaned...

Janje proceded to go crazy on it, stabbing the hell out of it until it was little more than a bloodier mess than it already was...

"What The F*** is going on here...?" He wondered.





That ok XD?

Getting bitten is pretty much a death sentence.

Yeah, getting bitten is setting yourself up for the first "Player Fatality" Event.

Exactly, The zeds in this RP are (mutants and uber zombies not withstanding) the Romero/Snyder type zombies...not the campy "Braaains" zombies.
One bite..even a small one...cancel Christmas.

FITZZ wrote: Exactly, The zeds in this RP are (mutants and uber zombies not withstanding) the Romero/Snyder type zombies...not the campy "Braaains" zombies.
One bite..even a small one...cancel Christmas.

You guys still expect Christmas? Geeze.. I give you Russians.. or zombies.. or guns.. but no! Oh, no! That's just not enough, is it? You want a Christmas now! Bah. Ungrateful fools.


@Bloodhorror - please read what you've missed or your character may have an accident due to ignorance.

OOC - I am away tomorrow, will be back on friday. Just keep Robbie, Red Rat and Fox in Pine ville please. the reason why will be clear when you read following IC post.

BIC

Red Rat hot wired a truck parked down the road. He drove it up to the gun shop, making ready for the move to the cleared police station. Robbie and Fox were checking out the police station.

"The armoury's right over here" said Robbie pointing towards a door.

"There's blood on the door." Said a startled Fox, aking her shotgun.

Robbie smiled. He rememberd the knife fight last night.

"Blood's just blood." Robbie said, kicking in the door. "Come on." He gestured.

They entered the armoury. Robbie warned Fox there wasn't much useable in there, but Fox wanted to check it out either way. They saw emty weapon racks, emty ammo boxes. Someone has been here before. They went on to the desk area of the police station.

"This will be our living room." Robbie declared, sitting down on a chair. We'll move all stuf here, and make this our space."

"We still need to check the basement." Fox stated.

"No, there's nothinh there, except emty cells." Robbie said. "I checked that already."

Robbie got up, and headed for the Room at the end of the desk area. Must be the boss's office. He opened the creaking door. And saw a large, detailed map of Pine ville and the rest of this station's jurisdiction area. Fox checked the rest of the space. She found a radio transmitter. A working one. Then they heard the horn of a truck.

"That's Red. Come on." Fox gestured.

They walked out to greet Red Rat. He had al the stuff from the gun shop with him. Red Rat gout out, and ordered them to unload the truck.

"Any treasure in there?" asked Red Rat.

"I found a map, and Fox found a working transmitter. Nothing else important."

"A transmitter ey? Well, we got food, medicine and space. There's probably more suplies around Pine Ville, we just need to go out and look for them. And above all, we have the transmitter. We set up a comune here, that's what I say. I always wanted to be a town mayor. " Red Rat shared.

Robbie agreed, but Fox looked awkwardly.But eventualy she also agreed.

"Haha, that's settled then." Red Rat almost roared. I'll get to boss everybody around like the mayor, and Robbie gets to be my second in command. I trust you to it Robbie. "

"And where am I in all this?" asked Fox.

"Ah, you may be...our cook!" Red said playfully. The three of them laughed while unloading the truck.

"What if they come and get us to a better place?" asked Robbie.

Red thought. "Hell, then I can't get to be a mayor anymore."

Scrazza, you never disappoint. But I have a feeling there'll be a few leadership disputes in Pine Ville in the near future..

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote: Exactly, The zeds in this RP are (mutants and uber zombies not withstanding) the Romero/Snyder type zombies...not the campy "Braaains" zombies.
One bite..even a small one...cancel Christmas.

You guys still expect Christmas? Geeze.. I give you Russians.. or zombies.. or guns.. but no! Oh, no! That's just not enough, is it? You want a Christmas now! Bah. Ungrateful fools.


@Bloodhorror - please read what you've missed or your character may have an accident due to ignorance.

OOC: Of course I still want Christmas...Tombstone plans to use zombie innards to trim the tree...you don't want to disappoint him do you...Do You??

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Scrazza, you never disappoint. But I have a feeling there'll be a few leadership disputes in Pine Ville in the near future..

I'd say that's a certainty.

oh crap. That's event food for Darkvoid. Just keep them in one piece in my absence, please

The three had finished unloading the truck. It was around 2 o' clock now. They all stood around the radio transmitter, trying to figure how it worked.

"How the hell, do you record a message on this piece of crap?" asked Red Rat.

Robbie and Fox looked at it.

"By pressing the record button, you dump sh*t." Fox pressed the record button, and Red rat started to speak in the horn.

"Citizens of the wasteland, hear me. We have food, clean water and shelter. It is completely safe out here, so hurry your a$$e$ over to Pine Villle commune. Led by my, Red Rat, mayor of Pine ville."

Red rat nodded, and Fox pressed the stop button.

"Hope this will reach someone." said Robbie.

Fox pressed another button, sending the message live on repeating cycles.

OOC:..@ Dark.

You've got me in a holding pattern concerning your current event...was that part of your evil plan??

You wearing your tinfoil hat there Fitzz?

Hmm.

I feel it may be time for yet another bit o' fun concerning my chars! And to end the debate on Christmas, THERE WILL BE ONE. Santa still gives pwesants out to the children of the wasteland, doesnt he? Sants weal, isn't he? o.0

SilverMK2 wrote:You wearing your tinfoil hat there Fitzz?

it's on good and snug Silver...I recognize a conspiracy when I see one.

ghosty wrote:Hmm.

I feel it may be time for yet another bit o' fun concerning my chars! And to end the debate on Christmas, THERE WILL BE ONE. Santa still gives pwesants out to the children of the wasteland, doesnt he? Sants weal, isn't he? o.0

Yes ...Santa is very real...unfortunately he didn't avoid the outbreak and is currently munching on his elves.

Only a short bit tonight I feel.

IC: Hog wheeled his bike alongside him down the motorway. Unlike many of the other roads, which had ended up becoming breeding grounds for the living dead (Metaphorically *shudder*) this one was quiet. In fact, Hog had only seen one car on the road for a couple of hours; it's windows sprayed with dried blood from the inside. He hadn't stopped, as he had noticed shadowy silhouettes moving around the inside.

Hog had started to feel a chill of guilt move down his spine as he recalled the way he had treated Keira. What he had done was wrong, but it was her fault. If anything, Hog's stubborn refusal of faults on his part meant he infrequently ever admitted to mistakes. So, after much self turmoil, dismissed to notion of going back.

"She's tough enough to take care of herself." Hog muttered, ignoring the fact that he had left her in a potential hotzone alone, and broken.



Keira wiped her nose on her sleeve. She had cried for several hours, but now, she was out of tears. If anything, she felt anger bubbling beneath the surface at Hog she had never felt before. rubbing tears from her bloodshot eye, Keira got to her feet, and began to gather her stuff. She couldn't carry half of it, so she had to leave most of the things that were personal to her. A small medical kit was strapped onto her belt, and she picked up as many surgical tools as she could; ones that weren't bent or broken, and pocketed them. Keira stared at the remaining things, things that she held dear to her, but she couldn't take with her.

"Mother f*cker."

FITZZ wrote: OOC:..@ Dark.

You've got me in a holding pattern concerning your current event...was that part of your evil plan??

The bullet ridden green jeep bounced its way down the old neglected freeway toward the unknown. The man behind the wheel watched as the miles passed by as he got closer and closer to the neighboring cities. He was also watching the lowering gas guage on his vehicle which even now hovered around the half a tank mark. At this rate, he would have enough to reach the next city with a little extra to spare, but after that he was going to be in trouble. It didn't matter though the vehicle to him was just a luxery, and an expendable one at that.

The jeep bounced as he ran over the bleached bones of people long since dead surrounding a city bus which cracked loudly and splintered into almost nothingness as he passed yet another faded green mile marker sign telling him that he wasn't very far from the cities.

Somewhere off in the distance, he could hear a girl laughing at him. Try as hard as he might though, he could never find or see her as the sweat ran down his face and his hands and arms shook as he gripped the steering wheel.

(OOC: Yeah, just a real quick down and dirty RP to basically have my character traveling down the road so I can advance my timeline when I want)

Tombstone sat on his arse and did nothing.

FITZZ wrote: Tombstone sat on his arse and did nothing.

Until.. Wednesday..maybe.. too much H/W tonight to do an event, and as for Thursday? Well, I'll be too busy. I wonder if anyone will notice why..

Why not now :?

ghosty wrote:Why not now :?

Busy now.

Concerning Santa and his presence of delivering presents in this world.



A great comic btw.

I'm confused as to how we still haven't received our event.

Its been two days since the last part of our event, and now you say 'till Wednesday.

Patrick stands in his ready stance, waiting for the biker to get up, trapped in time.

Karon wrote:I'm confused as to how we still haven't received our event.

Its been two days since the last part of our event, and now you say 'till Wednesday.

Patrick stands in his ready stance, waiting for the biker to get up, trapped in time.

Hell..I'm not only trapped in time...I'm in a time loop,as my character is actually two places at once...squared off ready to fight yours...and also six hours later back at the commune.

@ Dark..I do understand that "life happens"...but leaving us on standby for several days...

I know, I know, and I do apologize to you guys. However, first week of term is always a bitch.

Im not saying anything.

Then I will say it...

It's kind of ironic that you are saying you don't have time, yet if you would have used the time to reply to this thread several small times into one large post, you could have the event done with.

P.S.
The whole RP is on hold until you finish the event. Just saying bro.

Actually, just Tomb and Patrick(?) are stuck in time.

Hell, we could have an all out war while those two are stuck in time in fact, I think Halon's going to go on a rampage in his tank(s).

IC: Halon couldn't think of anything to do at the moment. He was still a little mad about the russian APC's sitting in the road and decided to let out his anger by listening to the russians on the radio and joining in whenever he heard one of them yelling at the other. They usually didn't catch on until he messed up with some conjugation or whatever little piece of grammar he would forget to use.

It was going fine until he heard that one of them had head from another one that they had seen an american tank.

"From who?" Russian 1 said.

"Mikhail" Russian 2 said.

"The tanker?" Russian 1 replied.

"Yes, why do you ask?" Russian 2 asked.

"He's a drunk!" Russian 1 said almost laughing.

"Yeah, he's an idiot." Halon joined in.

There was a short period of silence.

"You know..." Russian 2 began "Mikhail said that the guy in the tank yelled at him in russian, something like 'stay still'.".

"How many americans knew russian before this whole thing?" Russian 1 started.

"Probably not a lot." Russian 2 said

"And how many americans are alive now?" Russian 1 asked.

"Probably not a lot." Russian 2 replied like he was just told santa doesn't exist.

"Yes, and if Mikhail is an idiot who likes bars and not many americas speak russian..." Halon said joining in.

"Wait," russian 1 said quickly, "hey Fyodor, can't wait for dedovshchina right?" Russian 1 said.

"Not really no." Russian 2 replied.

"That's because you're gay." Russian 1 said.

"Yeah, how can you not like that?" Halon said.

There was another bit of silence.

"Fyodor, I guess Mikhail was right after all." Russian 1 said again.

With that Halon quickly turned off the radio.
.................
"So, we have possible foreign intelligence listening in on our radio transmissions?" the CO asked.

"Yes sir, if not intelligence then somebody else foreign." Russian 1 replied.

"And the reports of the american tank?" the CO continued as if he was listening to a storybook being read to him.

"Probably accurate after all." Russian 1 stated

"Okay then, leave me and you did good." the CO said while russian 1 left his small temporary office.

The CO knew he had some calls to make, enough to warrant a quick drink.

jp400 wrote:Then I will say it...

It's kind of ironic that you are saying you don't have time, yet if you would have used the time to reply to this thread several small times into one large post, you could have the event done with.

P.S.
The whole RP is on hold until you finish the event. Just saying bro.

Oh, the bluntness of this post is simply beautiful.

Aye, now after I have had the chance to sober up abit, I wonder if I should re-word it to make more sense.

LoL!

Player Event - Part Three

Tombstone tried a right hook, but the stranger dodged it and counter-attacked, grapping Tombstone's right with his left, and punching Tombstone in the face with his free hand. The man was strong, but not as strong as Tombstone - if only he could get a hit..
Tombstone blocked a follow-up punch, and stepped inside his opponants' guard and powering his left knee into the mans' stomach. While his foe was winded, Tombstone got him in a strong headlock, choking the man to death.

Patrick knew he couldn't break out of this headlock through brute strength - his opponant had that - but he could use cunning. But how? How would he escape? The seconds were passing by; tick tock tick tock tick..but wait! What was that? A flash of silver? He thrust a hand inside the bikers' jacket and retrieved a silver switch blade. Before the other man realised what had happened, Patrick had opened the blade up and stabbed it into the arm around his neck; the man recoiled in pain and surprise, giving Patrick the chance he needed to escape. He twisted free of the bikers' grip and delivered a powerful kick to his stomach, before delivering a series of brutal punches. Just when he was about to throw a left hook, the biker suddenly charged forward; Patrick's swing flying over the other mans' head as he crashed into him. The initial headbutt knocked the wind out of him, but the biker kept charging forward, eventually slamming Patrick into the damaged hummer.

Tombstone finally had a grip on this fether, and delivered an unstoppable punch to the mans' face with his left fist.
"I," Tombstone began, "am gonna see you die you piece of gak," he whispered sinisterly.

Patrick felt blood trickling down his face from his forehead. Time seemed to slow. The biker had him pinned. How to escape this time? He wondered. He then remembered the open door on the vehicle he was pinned up against. As the biker prepared to gut him with the switch-blade, he slammed the door into the bikers wounded arm, and he grunted in pain. Patrick slipped backwards into the hummer and then climbed lithely out of the sunroof. The biker looked up, perhaps wondering how or why what had just happened had. He kicked the biker in the face, sending him crashing to the floor. Sure, I could kill him, he thought, but that would be too easy..

Tombstone tasted blood in his mouth, and the whole world was spinning. He managed to focus on the other man, just for a few moments before he blacked out.
"The name's Patrick Syzlak," he said quietly, "and don't you forget it." Then the man just turned and slowly walked away. Tombstone saw a few other bikers trying to confront this "Patrick" before his world faded into darkness.



Tombstone opened his eyes as the medicine man came out of the medical room. "How is it?" he asked apprehensively. "Well, she's alive," the Medicine Man replied, "but I'm afraid she'll never walk again.. her spine got hit.."

But Tombstone was no longer listening. He was already through the door and rushing towards his lover.



Hope you enjoyed!

edit: Btw, Daisy is now paralysed(sp?) except for her head, and both Tombstone and Daisy are pretty knocked up. Tombstone won't be doing much for awhile.. and quite a few nameless bikers have died.. plus the loot got knicked by Patrick.

See, that's why it takes a while for the guy in charge to do his events. Simple little posts that say "busy now" would have to be spammed 1,000+ times to equal the amount of time it takes to think, write, and revise something like that.

Also, I thought we were saving that stuff for the OT thread?

halonachos wrote:See, that's why it takes a while for the guy in charge to do his events. Simple little posts that say "busy now" would have to be spammed 1,000+ times to equal the amount of time it takes to think, write, and revise something like that.

Also, I thought we were saving that stuff for the OT thread?

I made that thread redundant.

Edit: And thank you, Halon, for seeing sense.

OOC:

Nicely done Dark...worth the wait.
I can't say I'm particular pleased with poor little Daisies condition,but I'm sure old Tombstone will do the right thing...I'm also sure he'll be out for blood as soon as he's able.

On a side note concerning Patrick " Knicking the loot"/killing a half dozen well armed bikers...unless Patrick is related to the Terminator and Mandrake the Magician,It's a bit difficult to believe he dispatched several bikers and then managed to drive away in 3 Hummers and 3 big rigs at the same time.

FITZZ wrote: OOC:

Nicely done Dark...worth the wait.
I can't say I'm particular pleased with poor little Daisies condition,but I'm sure old Tombstone will do the right thing...I'm also sure he'll be out for blood as soon as he's able.

On a side note concerning Patrick " Knicking the loot"/killing a half dozen well armed bikers...unless Patrick is related to the Terminator and Mandrake the Magician,It's a bit difficult to believe he dispatched several bikers and then managed to drive away in 3 Hummers and 3 big rigs at the same time.

By "loot" I mean weapons, food, fuel.. etc. I doubt he's interested in all those vehicles. Plus he's an expert in hand-to-hand and is ex-SAS (I think.)

I don't know Fitzz, we've had crazier happen. His name was Bonzo and he magically teleported into Halon's spot when the battle bus got rolled over. I'm not complaining, but shizzle happens.