Well whaddaya know, I am stupid!

Also, what do you guys think I should do?

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...And "the lag" strikes again...

I know.

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Well this post is pointless.

I assume you're reading my last post ATM. *waits*

Hmm.

Well considering CSM are (IMO) gak with the current codex...even though I own a billion points of Death guard.

And..considering I'm not a fan of SM...

GO! Guard!!


*********Now! Back to the Zombie Action....****

Then Shadow pulled out his boltgun and purged some heretics.

Wait, huh? You wot? Uh-oh. Nevermind that then.

FITZZ wrote:Well considering CSM are (IMO) gak with the current codex...even though I own a billion points of Death guard.

I think CSM can still throw down in 5th. Especially in the lil' part of my friend group that actually plays 40k. I mean, there's me, with mah spehss mahreens, then there's my mate with orks + necrons, then there's my other mate with spehss mahreens, then there's my other mate with spehss mahreens. Very MEQ packed. It is sad

Now, while we wait for Silver (or rather The Great Unclean One and Halonachos):

Reasons for Guard:
Look awesome
Non-MEQ
TANKS
Painting

Reasons for Chaos marines:
Look awesome
MEQ
Psychic shitstorm you can rape your enemies with
Painting
Cheaper and quicker to get a fairly high-point force
They're space marines but they're evil which makes everyone smile inside
Close combat
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Oh snap.


EDIT: Either way, I'm gonna build up one and save up for the other at the same time

Also, I've got the best grasp of the rules out of all my friends. Heck, I'm the only one with a rulebook. Well, two actually .
Guard and Chaos have very different playstyles; guard (or atleast my ones) would be a straight gunline, with plenty of strong, long range weapons, and short ranged, flashlights. Orders galore. Lots of meatshields to absorb assaults. Chaos, would just be (for the most part) happy when it comes down to brutal assaults and short-ranged firefights (generally followed by the former!). My current space marines.. meh.. just boring for me ATM. Got bored of painting them.. Got bored of playing them...

When I said I'd build up each army, that'd be to about 1000pts then start up the other one - "build up" means collect and paint fully, in this case.

Reasons for Guard:
Look awesome
Non-MEQ
TANKS
Painting

These are my basic reasons for wanting to start a Guard army as well,however,I really want to do a Praetorian Guard army...so it's going to be costly if I do so.

As far as CSM,yes they still hold their own very nicely game wise,and are great for all the reasons you listed.

My primary gripe with the current CSM codex is it's loss of "Flavor" that 3.0 and 3.5 had,I miss "pure" Legion armies...but that's just my opinion.

..umm Tombstone said to Shadow showing him his massive Death Guard army...

Indeed, I vote guard, also I have voted, but have just been waiting for the event to be posted. ^^

I just don't know which to go with

But I'd like to get something together BEFORE next weekend

Also, what's the appeal of Death Guard? Apart from them being pretty wtfawesome on the tabletop and looking 'somesauce when painted and possibly converted really well.

Personally, I'm more of a Khorne and Tzeentch guy myself. What the hell does that even mean? Anyway, I could probably paint the Guard easier.. but could get the chaos together easier.. tough choice.. and whatever I do get, I'll be stuck once I've started investing. And I just know if I make a poll of this guard will win by a slandslide because of all of those guard players and MEQ haters.

Honestly, there's nothing wrong with MEQ armies. Just the number of them.

Or, you could just do chaos guard...

ghosty wrote:Or, you could just do chaos guard...

No.

Best of both worlds. Plus they're fun to convert

ghosty wrote:Best of both worlds. Plus they're fun to convert

They already were so why would you convert them twice.

Plus aren't chaos guard the same as cultists?

Nah, they have flak armour! Cultists wear dresses, see? Attention to detail! And blatently obvious things, too..

Who still has to send a pm silver?

Halon? Doubt it, he's posted here. GU1 is probably the "culprit"

Or maybe Silver's doing it now? oO

Hey, 159 posts as of now and I'll have the same number of posts as Ghosty! Woo random facts!

OOC: GUO and Hallon would be the only two involved in this event that would still need to send their PMs to Silver.

And if I'm correct GUO stated he sent his already.

Halonachos..PM sent to Silver???

Indeed, I've already sent mine. ^^

Then we're waiting on Silver. I'm assuming that Halonachos has PM'd him already.

Indeed, I hope this event turns out to be kick ass....I love kick ass scenes.....

Damn, im already racing LLF to 2000 posts, im not gonna have to race you too am i?

Players involved in Event + PM sent to Silver.

Patrick (Karon) - Sent PM
Tombstone/ Daisy (Fitzz) -Sent Pm
Tom/Kiera (ghosty) -Sent PM
Shadow (Darkvoidof40k) -Sent Pm
Halon (halonachos) -?
Jennifer/Ashton (FM Ninja 048) _Sent PM
Bonzo (Great Unclean One)-Sent PM

Correct??

This does look correct, come on Halon!

He sent me a PM, it is just me being ambushed by the wife that is slowing me down

However, I am going to write things up now.

Holy butt plug!

will it be good?

OOC: Apologizes for any dispersions cast upon your PMing abilities Halon...

@ Silver..WOOHOO!!..ahem,I mean..cool.

....Holy Butt plug???....

Haha, I'm just organising the replies into a quick check look up table and I'm laughing my ass off

I hope the write up for the event is truly as fun as the answers were

EVENT CONCLUSION!

"Let me go Mother Fether" Patrick yelled.

Tombstone moved closer to the door, where Halon and Bonzo stood watching the events unfold. The rest of the group had paused in various positions between the cars and the house, standing warily watching Ashton grappling Patrick, getting gradually wetter as the rain continued to pour from the sky.

“What the feth do you think you are doing?” came a voice from inside the truck. Tom staggered from the cab, his face pale from the exertion and the strain of fighting off the infection, his pallor not enhanced at all by the dim light of headlamps reflected from the boundary fence.

Ashton turned at this and spoke again “And there’s another one who we shouldn’t let inside: He’s clearly infected – we can’t risk bringing him in with us.” Bonzo and Kiera started to move towards Ashton before Halon’s voice cut through the rain.

“What the hell Ashton? He needs our help, not to be left to die.” Bonzo nodded at this, shifting his grip on his chainsaws, juggling them slowly, almost contemplatively whilst glaring at Ashton.

Tombstone stepped away from where he had been standing by the porch, his guns drawn. “I don’t care either way about Tom, he’s already dead either way – we leave him to die now, or we kill him when he turns.” He glared round the group before turning his attention to Patrick. “But I sure as FETH am not letting that psycho in here.” He took a couple of steps up towards Patrick and raised one of his guns to point at Patrick’s face. “You killed Strawberry, blew up a chopper that could have carried us out of here, and are the reason Ashton’s arm’s all busted up. You don’t deserve to live.”

Tombstone flicked off the safety.

There was a soft “click” in the semi-darkness, just heard over the sound of the rain.

Tom was leaning against the truck with a gun aimed towards Tombstone. The barrel slowly weaved in the air as Tom struggled to hold it on target with fingers which were almost completely numb. He fought against nausea as he tried to focus his vision. “You. Are not. Going. To kill. That. Man.” He said through gritted teeth. “Soon there aren’t going to be enough of us left to fight like this. We have to keep it together.”

The nausea overcame him and he retched, spewing vile black fluid down his shirt and dropping his aim. Before anyone could realise it, Tombstone had crossed the distance between them and grabbed the gun from Tom’s hand, kneeing him in the stomach as he did so. “Nobody points a gun at me.” Growled Tombstone over the slumped figure of Tom.

The sound of a rapidly revving engine made him turn as Bonzo charged across the front yard, his chainsaws slashing through the air as he came. The enraged clown seemed be to screaming and laughing at the same time as he leapt at Tombstone, who desperately tried to roll out of the way of the roaring blades.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Patrick savagely elbowed Ashton in the stomach before turning and punching his shattered arm. For the second time in 24 hours Ashton screamed before blacking out. Free of his captor, Patrick laughed and dove towards the pile of his things on the back seat of the truck, trying to find a gap in the dance between the grinning and screaming whirlwind of Bonzo, and the ducking and dodging form of Tombstone.

Seeing this Shadow and Halon raised their guns and aimed them at Patrick, shouting for him to stop. Jennifer ran to Ashton’s limp form, checking him for signs of life. Kiera rushed past and grabbed hold of Daisy, dragging her down behind the scant cover afforded by Shadow’s car.

Halon was split by indecision, he sure as hell didn’t want Patrick to blow them all sky high as he was sure that he would, but he was reluctant to open fire on the men in front of him, despite his rather low opinion of them all.

Shadow had no such qualms regards opening up on Patrick. Taking quick aim he opened fire, the staccato rattle of his rifle dampened out the noise of the struggle, the bullets ripping through the night.

Half blinded by the unexpected muzzle flashes, Tombstone stumbled over an unseen obstacle and fell to one knee. He closed his eyes as time seemed to slow about him. He’d always dismissed the stories of your life flashing before your eyes before you die – none of the men and occasional women he had killed over his lifetime had seemed to go through it, but suddenly he was back in the past, reliving his life, recounting his childhood, his path into the gangs and the violence; into the killing. A single tear mingled with the rain soaking his face.

Time sped up again.

Tombstone remained kneeling on the ground, the expected swipe of the chainsaw through his flesh undelivered. He opened his eyes and blinked to clear the after burn of the flashes from his vision. He saw Bonzo laying on the ground in a pool of blood gently laughing to himself. Patrick lay on top of him, his robe billowed out in the pooling blood and water. At the very bottom, Tom lay crushed under the weight of the two men and in his weakened condition couldn’t push them off him. He retched again, adding his putrid vomit to the scene.

Shadow lowered his weapon and walked over to the pile of men lying besides the truck. On seeing Bonzo had been hit as well as Patrick he shrugged. “Two crazies for the price of one.” He thought to himself as he prodded the barrel of his gun into one of the bullet wounds in Patrick’s back. Deciding he wasn’t faking it, he rolled the body over and off of Bonzo and Tom, kicking it for good measure.

“That was a killer joke.” Managed Bonzo as he tried to sit up, blood dribbling from his lips. “Have you ever thought about joining the circus?”

Shadow shook his head. Might have been better if he had killed Bonzo too, the crazy fether. Now he was injured too. Damn. “Sorry Bonzo, no room at the inn.” He said raising his gun again.

“Ah, God, the greatest joke of all, you sure you’re not a clown?” laughed Bonzo as the barrel was aligned with his head. He smiled as there was a commotion behind Shadow. Kiera was running from where she had been hidden by the car and was charging straight for Shadow, who had turned to see what the noise was. “Don’t you dare kill him too, you b******!” She shouted as she barrelled into Shadow, almost knocking him off his feet. It was only his training which enabled him to stay upright as he fought the woman. He didn’t want to hurt her damn it. He threw her off him and tried to pacify her. “Ok, ok, I’ll leave him alone if it means that much to you!”

Kiera continued to wail on him until Shadow smacked her round the face, knocking her to the ground. He felt something break and she didn’t get back up again.

On seeing this, Bonzo struggled to get to his feet but was defeated as gravity reclaimed him. He chuckled as he slowly sank back down onto his ass, the pain and loss of blood not dampening his ability to see the joke in everything. “What did the man who beat his wife get for Christmas?” He slurred before blacking out.

Tombstone loomed out of the darkness. “Enough Shadow. Let’s just get everyone inside and sort this gak storm out later.”

Between them all, they carried the unconscious forms of Bonzo, Tom, Kiera and Ashton inside and brought in all the equipment from the cars.

PLAYER FATALITY:
Patrick is now dead.

PLAYER INJURY:
Tom is in a critical condition (zombie infection).
Bonzo is in a critical condition (several bullet wounds and blood loss).
Tombstone is in a stable condition with several cuts etc.

SUPPORTING CHARACTER INJURY:
Ashton is unconscious and his arm is pretty much destroyed.
Kiera is unconscious and now has a broken jaw.


I hope this is OK. It was hard to keep in mind what everyone was feeling. I know some characters were mentioned more than others but the whole thing is supposed to have taken only a few moments from start to finish, and some of the more... passive characters have been pushed to the sidelines a little, so I'm sorry.

I also hope I got all the characters right

Now that went well.

Im so glad my characters tried to prevent bloodshed, even to the extent of personal injury.

When keira comes round she's got alot of work to do.

OOC: Nicely done Silver,I belive you captured the very essence of the story quite well...I BELIVED what I was reading...if you get my meaning.

... Now,our little beaten and battered band has the not to small job of caring for it's wounded,as Ghosty noted,Keira has a lot of work to do...unfortunatly she also has a broken jaw.

Gah, invisible posts!

Tombstone helped carry the wounded clown into Shadows "Fortress",Tombstone holding him by his feet,while Halon carried him by the shoulders.

The Clowns eyes opened,rolled in his head,and then fixed on the biker.

" Trying to hurt my friends is one big No-No" Bonzo said with a bloody smile,he wagled a dirty finger at Tombstone,he tried to say something else but Tombstone couldn't understand him.

" Shh" Tombstone said almost softly " Try not to get all fething worked up."

The biker and Halon laid Bonzo down on a couch they saw in the front room.

Shadow entered, Keria in his arms still unconcious, " I didn't want to hurt her" he said.

Tombstone nodded.

Shadow gently placed Keria on another couch.." Damnit" he said " Looks like her jaws busted".

"C'mon man" Halon said," Lets get the rest inside"

Daisy spoke up,actually for the first time since ariveing at Shadows.

" Your going to have to stop the bleeding" she said pointing at the clown.

Tombstone nodded " You know about first aid...stuff like that?" he asked the woman.

" A little" she said " I did some volunter work at Charity Hospital" She shook her head at the clown " Never did anythink like this though."

Tombstone nodded again " Help him if you can".

The biker walked outside,Shadow staring at him.

" Help him if you can??" Shadow asked in disbelife " You are aware of the fact that mother fether tried to cut you into pieces right?!!"

" Yeah" Tombstone nodded "..And ..if he trys again..I'll deal with him,but..." The biker shrugged.

Shadow shook his head " That feth is almost as bad as the other one" he said gestureing to where Patricks bullet riddled body lay.

Tombstone and Shadow walked over to Patricks corpse,Shadow kicked it again " Mother fether" he wispered.

Tombstone drew his pistol and put a round through Patricks head.

" Payback?" Shadow asked.

"Making sure he don't come back" Tombstone said reflectively " Even he dosen't deserve to be walking around like one of those things"

" Hey guys" Halon yelled " a little help here"
Halon was carrying Tom with Jennifers help into the Fortress.."Get Ashton inside." he said.

Shadow and Tombstone went to Ashton and picked him up as gently as possiable.

"He's in bad shape man"Shadow said

" Yea" Tombstone said " His arms a wreck,I don't think it can be set."

" Let's get him inside" Shadow said as the two men carried him across the yard...

Tombstone stood staring at Toms unconscious form.

He looked over at Shadow " You got anything like handcuffs around here ?" the biker asked.

" Well" Shadow smiled " there was this one girl I used to have over from time to time...she liked a bit of.."

Tombstone laughed " Just get the fething things if you got 'em"

Shadow disapeared into a side room aand returned a moment later twirling two sets of cuffs.

" Ahh"Shadow smiled "Good times"

Jennifer stared at Shadow and burst out laughing,she shook her head and went to check on Ashton.

" Let's secure him" Tombstone said pointing at Tom.

" What!!" Shadow almost yelled " Feth That man..waste him."

"No man" Tombstone said " Not yet."

" Tombstone" Shadow said " Are you crazy?" he continued " This guys been bit..he's going to be one of those things soon".

Tombstone spoke slowly " No Bro, I'm not crazy..I just..want to talk to him" the biker looked at Shadow " Lets cuff him up...when his time comes...we do what we do."

"Crazy feth" Shadow said,as he and Tombstone hauled Tom over to a large Chair and secured him with the handcuffs to the heavy wooden arms.

" Guys" Daisy said from behind them " Ya'll have to do something to help this guy" she stood pointing at Bonzo.

Boring. I expected my character to die...but go out with a bang.

Nothing was done with the blood I made a point to get at the start either.

This was a good RP, but there wasn't very much attention to detail.

Karon wrote:Boring. I expected my character to die...but go out with a bang.

Nothing was done with the blood I made a point to get at the start either.

This was a good RP, but there wasn't very much attention to detail.

Nothings been done with the blood you have in your backback yet.

Sorry you found Patricks exodus boring,I felt Silver did a good job handleing the whole affair...but of course that's just my opinion.

Non the less,Patrick made for an interesting trip to the mall.

OOC: For the record Karon...killing your character off wasn't a "personal" thing man.

It's an RP,and I think the characters acted acordingly.

A guy who's dressed like an anime character,waving around a grenade luancher and placing guns to the heads of several other characterss is BOUND to draw some "heat".

Anyway,I hope there are no "hard feelings".

Oh no, you take me all wrong.

All I meant was that generally, all that happened that pertained to me was that I elbowed someone in the stomach, jumped in the back of the truck, and then magically teleported on top of bonzo, with a few bullets in my back.

I just felt my character would have went out with a better ending.

Between giggling, passing out and resurfacing Bonzo had plenty of time to think about what he'd done over the past years. For a brief period he believed he'd been visited by an angel or someone, who'd asked him if his life had been worthwhile, he'd replied that it'd all been "So MuCH fUN!"

When he resurfaced again, he noticed another clown, dressed in bright clothes that made him hide his eyes in front of him. His vision focused and he realized it was that hippy girl who was, it seems, trying to help her. In a slurred voice, Bonzo just managed to get out before he blacked out again, "Thissss girl is a geniousss!"

Karon wrote:All I meant was that generally, all that happened that pertained to me was that I elbowed someone in the stomach, jumped in the back of the truck, and then magically teleported on top of bonzo, with a few bullets in my back.

I just felt my character would have went out with a better ending.

Your character was searched about 4 times during the RP and had nothing on him which could cause explosions, on escaping from Ashton during the Bonzo/Tombstone distraction, he ran towards the truck. However, before he could duck around Bonzo/Tombstone to get to his explosives, Shadow opened fire on him. As I said at the bottom of the RP, the whole situation is resolved in a very short time - there was no time for your character to do anything. Given the weight of replies regards Patrick I got, I felt that his end was appropriate, if not all that inspiring vis your characters desire to blow things up.

As I also said, my events also contain an element of chance, but unfortunately you didn't make it through (one of the many) "Patrick's death" events. Though you did make it through about the first 2, I think it was.

SilverMK2 wrote:

Karon wrote:All I meant was that generally, all that happened that pertained to me was that I elbowed someone in the stomach, jumped in the back of the truck, and then magically teleported on top of bonzo, with a few bullets in my back.

I just felt my character would have went out with a better ending.

Your character was searched about 4 times during the RP and had nothing on him which could cause explosions, on escaping from Ashton during the Bonzo/Tombstone distraction, he ran towards the truck. However, before he could duck around Bonzo/Tombstone to get to his explosives, Shadow opened fire on him. As I said at the bottom of the RP, the whole situation is resolved in a very short time - there was no time for your character to do anything. Given the weight of replies regards Patrick I got, I felt that his end was appropriate, if not all that inspiring vis your characters desire to blow things up.

As I also said, my events also contain an element of chance, but unfortunately you didn't make it through (one of the many) "Patrick's death" events. Though you did make it through about the first 2, I think it was.

I'm not arguing, Silver.

I count he was searched one time, and his backpack was took from him once (which he promptly got back). Since I had so many grenades in my backpack (confirmed by Halon saying so) I thought it was easy to recognize without me saying that that's where he kept getting his grenades from, and which he put in his robe.

I was just a bit uninspired by my characters death, something as simple as the bullet clipping a grenade in his robe and blowing up Patrick, killing/severely injuring Ashton, and severely injuring Bonzo would have at least made it a bit better than "Oh, you're dead"

I won't derail this thread anymore, apologies.

Well, yes, I agree there was less detail than I would have liked, but I don't mind because Silver is doing a great job of running this RP, and to do that event so quickly was good of him.

Karon wrote:I'm not arguing, Silver.

I count he was searched one time, and his backpack was took from him once (which he promptly got back). Since I had so many grenades in my backpack (confirmed by Halon saying so) I thought it was easy to recognize without me saying that that's where he kept getting his grenades from, and which he put in his robe.

I was just a bit uninspired by my characters death, something as simple as the bullet clipping a grenade in his robe and blowing up Patrick, killing/severely injuring Ashton, and severely injuring Bonzo would have at least made it a bit better than "Oh, you're dead"

I wasn't trying to make it out like you were arguing, sorry. I was just trying to explain why I did what I did in the event. I didn't have Patrick explode because I felt that would not happen. The way it went down now sets up quite a few shifts in the group dynamic in the metagame (based on how people answered their characters felt about one another) which I feel will make things interesting for those remaining to RP.

I'm sorry the death was a bit... uninspiring, but not everyone goes out in a blaze of glory. There were several points in the RP where I could have stepped in and killed your character in PvP, as well as in random events I could have run after some of your more... interesting RP's. Though I do appologise to everyone on the somewhat spartan nature of the event, as I was trying to get it done so I could help my wife with some work and then go to bed

I won't derail this thread anymore, apologies.

Don't worry about it, if you have issues, I would like to hear them. You can't learn if no one gives you feed back.

Vikky and K just stood there, it was as if an invisible force prevented them from witnessing what had happened.

As everyone else picked up those that were unconcious, K walked over to Patrick and knelt next to him. He was now on his back, as he had been rolled over from when they were retreving Bonzo and Tom.

"I'm... sorry..." K said, closing his eyes. He then stood up, pushing up on his chest without realising it. His hand was covered in blood, and K wiped it off on his black coat, the red blood smear taking the shape of a cloud.

K and Vikky then caught up with the rest of the group, but keeping a weary eye out for the survivors...

Argh, I forgot you were part of the group now. You should have said/PM'd and I would have added you into the event

Although to be honest, you just RP'd pretty much what I would have done for your characters in any case, I would have thought

OOC: I believe i cant post until someone notes my guys come round?

And for that matter silver, will Tom come round at all?

Had too.

! Just waiting for them to make that one official...

You can RP if you want Tom/Kiera to come round. They are your characters - just remember they are both injured when you RP

And that we're watching you..

Keira slowly cam round. Her head was pounding, and the side of her head felt raw. She pulled herself into a sitting position,and clutched her head. She tentatively touched her jaw, and drew back almost immediately. It stung like a b*tch. She reached back up again, and assessed the damage. It wasn't bad, on the most part only dislocated, but she felt a small hairline fracture along the length of the left side. Not debilitating, but it'd take along time to heal.

'First things first' she thought, 'I need to put my jaw back into place.'

She grabbed it forcefully with both hands and pushed up and inwards. The pain was redhot and every nerve in her body screamed for her to stop, but she kept pushing until

*crack*

The pain dulled, and opened her mouth experimently. It grinded a bit, and throbbed, but the pain would lessen in time. She downed a mouthful of vodka, and tried to remember what happened. A firefight? She dimly remembered gunshots being fired, and the still un-named soldier smacking her to the ground.

Bastard.

She got to her feet, and stood there for a second, trying to keep herself from falling. She was pretty shaken up, and needed to sleep. Something brushed past her leg, and she leapt back, lost balance and fell back onto the sofa. It wasn't a body as the dreaded, but a small cat. Smiling, she picked it up, and stroked it absently.

20 minute nap, that's all she needed, then she'd go treat her patients. Just 20...

Oh, so you've "found" Patrick's cat? My one's in the basement :-)

IC:

Shadow walked into his living room. She watched the woman crack her jaw back into place, then pick up some cat. He'd be fethed if he knew where that'd come from. Then he remembered: Bob. Shadow decided he'd check on his cat later, when he showed them all the bunker. Glancing back at the woman, he said, "Sorry about that."
"You son of a bitch!" she replied and took a few steps towards him.
"Look, I'm pretty sure neither of us want a repeat of what happened outside. I didn't want to hurt you, but you left me no choice."
"Shut up. Shut up!" she shouted at him. She glanced around frantically.
"Where the feth is Tom? What have you done with him!"
"Your boyfriend? He's fine. For now, atleast. He's totally out of it, and we've secured him, because it looks like he's going to be one of them soon.

Tombstone walked into the room. "Ah, you're awake."
"How fething observational!" she retorted.
"Someone's moody" Tombstone smirked.
"Hey, Tombstone, do me a favor, get the car into the garage and do whatever you want with the truck" Shadow said, throwing underarm his keys to Tombstone.
"The garage 'key' is on my key chain."
Tombstone glanced at the woman, then back at Shadow, and grunted. "Whatever, G.I. Joe" he replied, and walked away, and the unmistacable sounds of the door opening and being slammed shut were heard.
"Where the feth is Tom?" The woman queried him again, a bit calmer this time.
"Follow me."

OOC: Lets say he's in the kitchen, shall we? Seeing as this is a large, designer and commando rigged house, it's a very large, very nice, kitchen. It has a counter in the middle, and shelves and stuff all around, and a smooth tiled floor in a checkered pattern.

Halon was already in the kitchen on "guard duty" if the guy turned, he was to off him. Although the kitchen had offered a bounty of goods and Halon had begun to cook some eggs after rummaging to find a pan and eggs along with some cooking spray and other spices.

He kept glancing over at the unconcious form of Tom and then back to cooking.

"What in Sam's hell are you doing?" Shadow almost yelled as he saw Halon.

"Cooking." Halon resonded stating the obvious.

"You're supposed to be watching that guy, not pretending to be Emeril." Shadow retorted quickly.

"Hey, keep your cool. I'm looking at the guy and I'm making eggs for everyone, not just myself over here." Halon said in his best "Jersey Shore" accent.

Shadow glared at Halon.

"What?" Halon said shrugging while holding the frying pan "Hey, you have any bacon or anything here? Nothing makes a good meal like bacon or something."

Keira was still somewhat dazed, and looked at halon quizzically.

"Oh, and at least I don't go around busting little ladies in the face for fun." Halon said to Shadow, returning to the stove.

Shadow shook his head and moved towards tom with keira. Keira began looking over Tom.

Keira shook her head. Tom was in a bad way, and there was nothing she could do. Settling for hugging him, she leant over and embraced him, for several long seconds. When Keira pulled away, Tom's eyes were open. The colour seemed to have drained out of them, and they stared with a vacant expression. She slapped him hard across the cheek and he yelled out in shock.

"Dont you dare go zombie on me, or i'll, i'll not let you eat an eggs..." she knew that it was not technically a good threat, but Tom smiled.

"God forbid that'd happen. Now, about those eggs..."

Keira burst into tears.

"Whoa, honey, what's wrong?!" Tom cried, as he desperately tried to hug her. It didn't work. His struggling made her cry harder.

"This isn't right, your a human being, you dont deserve this. This is all My fault." She wailed.

Tom could see his girlfriend in distress, but he couldn't comfort her. He went for the only thing he knew.

"Hey, quit your crying, and could ya grab me some morphine, im dying for a shot."

She stared at him.

"I- uh, theres-"

Tom grinned.

"Now, you've stopped crying, listen carefully. It wasn't your fault, it was mine. I went berserk and attacked more zombies than these guys have probably ever seen. It was my fault i didn't fight harder. SO stop worrying. Look, No look at me. Good, Listen, everyone here is injured in some way, you gotta look after them. Or someone might die. Ok, go be the star that you are..."

She smiled, blew her nose, and walked off towards her 'patients'.

Tom watched her go, before turning to look at Shadow.

"Hey mate. I hear you beat my girlfriend? Come here."

Shadow stayed where he was for a couple of seconds, before walking over.

"Closer, need to whisper it."

Shadow shrugged. Why not, its not like he could hurt him.

Just as Shadow leaned in, Tom whispered, each word oozing with malice

"If you ever go near her again, i'll come back and eat your bollocks. And just as a incentive, right now i could bite you. You'd be infected. But i trust you not to ever talk, no not even look at her, ever again. Or i'll eat you. Gottit?"

As Shadow leaned back, Tom smiled.

"But hey, lets hope it doesn't come to that."


Keira walked briskly over to the incumbent form of Ashton. His arm was ruined. Even in a hospital, they would be hard pressed to fix it. She took advantage of his unconsciousness, and felt the arm experimentally. It was a mess. She felt four, no, five breakages, and his hand was actually separated from the arm. It was only staying on from muscle and skin. Shard of bone were also punching through to the surface. He needed it amputated, it wouldn't heal. She quickly wrote this down on a piece of paper, and moved on.

Bonzo wasn't looking good, but the girl, Daisy was it? She'd done an ok job of stemming the bleeding. The girl stood behind waitying for the verdict.

"Errr, Daisy? Yeah, you did ok, you stopped the blood, but we really need to get the bullets OUT of him. How squeamish are you?"

Daisy looked pale, but she nodded defiantly.

"Good. Ok, grab the first aid kit from my backpack, and come back here. It might be an idea to get that Chunky Biker, and maybe....err, maybe the army guy. We'll need them to help. Ok? Go then!"

Daisy obeyed and trotted off. Keira sighed, and looked into Bonzos eyes. The clown giggled weakly.

"Hey Bonzo, this is gonna hurt alot, so umm, yeah, have the rest of this, and im sorry for the pain this'll cause."

She handed him the bottle of vodka, which the clown accepted, and swigged the whole bottle in three sips. His eyes dilated slightly.

Daisy came back followed by the ugly duo. They both seemed to be intrigued by the command, and had come.

"Ok you three listen up. Im working at the moment, so i hold no grudges. Now, the last of the morphines gone, so, were gonna do this the old fashioned way. That means you and you" she said, indicating to Tombstone and Shadow "You grab his legs and hold him firmly. No, You’re not holding hard enough. There we go. Ok. Daisy, we’re gonna go routing around for bullets, can you get me a spoon and a knife? Thanks, your a star." She smiled, and turned to Tombstone.

"Listen up Bikerboy, Bonzo will thrash. He's strong already, and iv'e seen a thin man wake up in surgery and knock down four burly men before he was restrained. So, how good are you at punching?"

Tombstone frowned.

"Look, lamp him ok? Hard. If he's out cold, we can do surgery with only minor thrashing."

Tombstone obliged, and presently Bonzo was 'sleeping'.

Daisy came back, with a sharp knife and a small spoon.

“Good work daisy, Now, we’re gonna route in this hole. Its above the third rib, so there’s a good chance it wont have gone that deep.” She slotted the spoon in, and made a gap for the knife to move into the gunshot wound. Bonzo thrashed.

And so it went on, each wound, they would alternate between holding the wound, or searching for a bullet.

Bonzo had exhausted himself, and fallen unconsciouss. As the last bullet was dislosged, and the last wound crudely sewn together, Keira left with daisy to wash their hands.

Tombstone looked at Shadow.

Shadow looked at Tombstone

“Bloody amazing” he grunted, before wandering off.

I guess we'll assume Tombstone did the parking.

Halonachos, my character actually likes yours, he would have no trouble with you and Tombstone making yourselves at home.


And Ghosty, Tom has just made himself an enemy. But I'll try and resolve things between the two with a conversation later.

Hey dark, you hit his girl, plus he's already a dead man, as theres no way the antibiotics will work. So yeah, a drug addled guy whose chained to a chair, unable to comfort someone may be prone to


RRRRRAAAAGGGGE

Bonzo had just been in bliss, before his body had been on fire, like bullets under his skin were being ripped out by tiny mice..... But it had all stopped now, he seemed to be able to think more clearly, well, clearly for Bonzo.

He tried to stand but rocked back and forth before being steadied by a multicolored blur. "Herro Meeester Blurrrr...." *Hic*. His vision going in and out of focus, he managed to recognize this as that girl they'd picked up at the base, she'd tried to help him, he remembered that much.

"THannkkssss, Your A STARR!" Bonzo said, noticing the bottle at his feet, he remembered someone giving him a drink or something, looked like he was drunk. "Ohhh well, loOKs LiKE It'S BaCk tO NorrmaLL!" He managed to slur out, in his usual manic voice before slowly sinking to the floor and dozing off again.

OOC - If anyone wants to wake me up for their RP btw, I know Kiera might then they are welcome to it, if you want to wake me permanently this is also ok, if no one does, I'll wake properly when I think I've recovered enough.

OOC: I was trying to get that he may not mind me cooking, but wouldn't want me cooking when I should've been watching Tom in case he went zombie.

Halon was almost done with the meal he had been making. He had tried to cook some cat food, but he realised it was catfood and quickly corrected himself.

He had made some nice fried eggs and managed to find some bacon and steak. He decided to cook the steak. It would take awhile, but he didn't have a grill at his disposal at them moment, only a stove.

He had heard some commotion from the exchange between Shadow and Tom, and honestly he felt bad for those two. Starcrossed lovers who wouldn't be together much longer.

"Look at that, the philosopher/fly boy is also a chef" Tombstone said while entering the kitchen.

"I do what I can" halon said while looking in the fridge for something to drink. He noticed several bottles of beer in the fridge and took them out. "Hey, Shadow, I think it's best we get rid of these so we..." Halon was cut off by Tombstone.

"Oh, no you don't," Tombstone said as he removed the bottles from Halon's grip. "if this is the apocalypse I will damn well enjoy it." he continued while taking the cap off of one of the bottles and taking a swig.

"Here kid, you want one?" Tombstone motioned towards K.

K put his hand out just a little before Tombstone yanked it back "Wait, are you under 21? Yeah you are, so you can't have this yet." Tombstone said while laughing.

Everybody was beginning to congregate towards the kitchen following the smell of cooked food.

Tombstone smiled at the kid,K, and finally handed him the beer " Here kid,I guess when the end of the world comes,the drinking age goes down to 15".

K took the beer and sipped it, " I'm a bit more than 15" he said to the biker,Tombstone stared for a moment and roared laughter.

Halon had set out all the food he had prepared and everyone ate hungrily,even Keria,despite her cracked jaw,managed to slowly eat some eggs.

Jennifer sat eating an egg and bacon sandwich,she stared at Keria evenly and spoke.." Ashtons going to die,isn't he?"

Keria reflected for a moment " I won't lie to you hun,he's in bad shape...I don't know if he'll live or die,but..I'm almost certain...we're going to have to take his arm off".

Jennifer stared at Keria "can we...you..even do that?"

Keria nodded " I've aided in several amputations,I know what to do..." She paused " Of course that was in a Hospital....not in some ...soldiers living room".

Tombstone took a large gulp of beer and turned to Keria " We Have to try...he's a dead man if we don't" The biker turned the beer up and finished it,belched softly and opened another " His arms going to get infected...and that will kill him for sure,at least if we take it off...he has a chance".

Keria stared at the biker, finally speaking " I know that" she said " ...and I'm going to need your help again"

Tombstone nodded.

Jennifer pushed her plate away,her sandwich half uneaten...her eyes glistened , she looked up at Keria." Do what you can for him.."

Daisy stood near Tombstone,her tye dyed t-shirt and shorts smeared in blood,she pulled her long dark hair back away from her face and looked over to Keria " I'm guessing you'll need me as well." she said with a tired half smile.

Keria nodded " yes hun...I'm afraid I will"

Daisy nodded "ok" she said softly.

Tombstone started for the front room,but Daisy grabbed his arm " I...want to talk to you" she said.

Tombstone nodded and she followed him into where Bonzo and Ashton lay on separate couches.

" Thank you" Daisy said starring at the biker " I'd be dead right now if you hadn't pulled me into that car...I was stupid to follow the others to that military base anyway..but..."

Tombstone made hushing motions and spoke " I did what I felt....was..right" The biker said " I've done alot of...things..that weren't so right..and"

" It really doesn't matter...does it?" Daisy said "Not...anymore".

Tombstone shrugged " I don't know"

Daisy reached up and put her arms around the bikers neck " Thank you anyway." she said and pulled him closer.

Tombstone started to speak,but the woman stopped him with a kiss.

She looked up at the biker,and smiled " Now let's try to help your friend".

Keria entered the room and gave the two a quick glance " Come on you two" she said " we need to get this done."

Tombstone shouted for Shadow " Soldier Boy!!..get in here my man..we need you again"...

Shadow appeared and followed them towards Ashton

Jennifer walked in several moments later,she looked over at the group as the took positions around the injured man " Please" Jennifer said lightly " Help him if you can."..

OOC: I think Ghosty should Rp Keria "doing the amputation",as he did a great job with "Bonzos operation".

OOC: If it gets amputated can we surgically attach a chainsaw to the stump?

OOC: @ Halonachos

The funny thing is,at work today,when I should have been working,I actually thought that " Poor Ashton..I bet we end up cutting his arm off,we should try to attach a Chainsaw ala Bruce Camblle "

...Curse the Lag...

I see that we have the same tastes in cinema. For that we are now the bestest of friends. J/K all of my friends have to file paperwork first.

halonachos wrote:I see that we have the same tastes in cinema. For that we are now the bestest of friends. J/K all of my friends have to file paperwork first.

Indeed it seems we do , I'll fill out the appropriate paperwork for friendship approval once I'm certian you have viewed Bubba Hoe Tep at least twice.

Jennifer watched as the others made preparations around Ashton.
She cared a great deal for this man and didn't wish to see him in such pain.

" I'm glad that fether who did this is dead" She thought " I wish he'd suffered more...the bastard"

She looked at Tombstone," As soon as they are done with Ashton" she thought " You and I are going to have a long conversation about my Father."...

OOC: Right. I'll write it up, but i have to have a shower, eat breakfast and get ready for sixth form first. I go in at 10. For 1 lesson, then i got home again. *universal shrug*

I'll probably have time.

And thanks, i doooo like to rp operations.

“Right. This is a really bad break. If you feel here” she took Daisies hand and placed it on Ashton’s forearm. “See? The arm isn’t s’posed to be like that at all. If we lift it up, you can see it curves slightly, instead of being straight. Now, we have two options. We can either take his arm off at the elbow. This will not be pretty, and he will wake up. Now the problem with this, is he will start thrashing around like f*ck, and unlike Bonzo, his injury will be difficult to hold down, and he might cause further injury to himself. Second option is to dissect his arm, and try and put it back together, but to do that, we’d need to head back to the hospitals…” Keira sighed. This break was bad, and she could already see how the conversation was going to go.
“We can’t go back out to the city. It’s too dangerous. We’ll amputate as you said, but this has to go fast, we can’t risk him getting worse off.” Said Jennifer.
Keira nodded.
“Ok, I need….” She thought for a second, silently going through all the options in her head.
“Ok, Soldier, go get some petrol from the garage, and while your at it, a saw. Daisy? Go grab the sharpest knife you can find, and any spirits. Jennifer, get as many towels as possible. Bikerboy, come here, I need a chat.” Keira motioned to the other side of the room.
As the others scurried off to grab equipment, Tombstone wandered over.
“Listen up. Daisy is doing ok, but I can tell this won’t go well, so I’ll need you to get her out of here when it starts to get bad. But do it fast, as Ashton will need to be kept held down. Ok?” Keira turned, and jogged over to Bonzo’s sleeping body. She carefully pulled him back onto the sofa, and checked the stitching. They were holding.
“Thanks in advance.” Keira muttered, as she carefully took one of his chainsaws. She took it to the kitchen, and began to thoroughly clean it. Tom smiled weakly as she passed.
“Hey baby. How’s it going?” Tom groaned.
Keira looked around. Noone was in the room. Obviously the kids and Halon had gone to watch the show.
“Im way out of my depth honey, im about to start an amputation. What do I do?!” She moaned, as she held him tight.
Tom grimaced. “Amputations were my speciality…”
Keira smiled weakly, and then took the saw to the chair, In a sudden display of violence. The chair was apart before anyone had even entered the room.
Tom rubbed his wrists.
“Ok, I’ll need fresh clothes, and a dewrag to cover my mouth.” He said, suddenly professional. The glint in his eyes that Keira hadn’t seen for a long time was back again. He turned and began to wash his hands thoroughly in the sink. Halon wandered in and froze.
“Whoa, wait, wait, its ok…” Keira started, but Halon was already gone, running to find help.
“Oh crap.” Tom muttered, before he dried his hands. He quickly changed and jogged into the living room where Ashton lay. Jennifer hit him with a metal pipe.
“OW Sonofab*tch!” he roared, staggering away, blood streaming from a cut above his eyebrow.
Shadow, Tombstone and Halon barrelled into the room, guns raised. Tom slowly raised his hands, and put them on his head.
“Listen please. I was a surgeon, a good one too. I clocked more hours in surgery than most of my piers in the first week. Calm down, im here to help.”
The guns didn’t lower.
“Look, Keira doesn’t have much hands on experience with this, and I do. Stop being illogical, and get the damn supplies ready” Tom barked.
Tombstone did lower his pistol, and threw under arm a couple of towels.
“Ok, now we’re getting somewhere, I need Ashton moved onto the Kitchen table, and have towels placed over it before he’s put onto said table. Ok? And these towels” he said as he indicated to some extra fluffy camouflage print towels “These will be used to stem the bleeding. Right, then get the Petrol, and put it in a bucket under the table. Don’t just stand there, Go go go!”
People began to oblige, and soon the operating theatre was ready. Tom silently took the sharp knife from Daisys grip, and motioned her over.
“Ok, quick Operating 101. When in make the first incisions, I need you to hold the muscle flaps out of the way. Your gonna get blood on you. A lot. But I need you to be brave, ok?” He smiled without waiting for a reply.
“Right Keira, I need you to hold the artery closed. Its gonna be pumping hard and fast, but if you stem it, it’ll give me room to see. You know what to do Honey.” He grinned sheepishly, before he turned to Jennifer, who he noted was still holding the pipe.
“Put that down, and help me, ok? Listen, I need you to pass me the instruments when asked for them. I need you to be fast, otherwise your friend might bleed out. Thanks.”

Tom flexed his arms, picked up the knife in one hand, and a bottle of…Tikela? In the other.
“Was this the best spirits you could find? Ahh well, It’ll do.”
“Commencing in- Biker, Soldier, grab his legs and hold his shoulders firm, or he’ll jump off the table. Ok, we ready properly? Commencing Incision now.”
The knife sliced into the muscle, and Ashton screamed. Tom sawed in again, and blood fountained upwards. Keiras hands were in, closing the artery before the blood hit the ceiling. Another motioned across, and he felt the blade hit the bone. Daisys hands plunged in, and grabbed the mans considerable forearm muscle and held it out of the way.
Ashton was thrashing on the table, but so far His makeshift bonds were keeping him still.
“Saw…. Wait, wheres the saw?!” Tom roared, looking accusisingly at Shadow, who flinched.
“No….Time, you…..escaped…”He growled through gritted teeth, his muscles bulging under the strain of holding a pair of strong legs in place.
“Sh*t! Ahhh Sh*t. Ok, Chainsaw.”
Everyone stopped moving.
“Now!” Tom screamed.
Jennifer gingerly passed the gas powered machine over to him, and Tom Revved it experimentally a couple of times.
“F*ck me, this is gonna hurt a lot.”
He lowered the saw to the bone.
A horrible screeching noise erupted from where bone touched blade, and a horrible smell of burning wafted up. Ashton’s eyes rolled and he moaned.
The saw got through in seconds, but it felt like hours. Tom dropped the saw, and grabbed up the knife again. He sliced three times more, and the arm was loose. Blood fountained upwards, and Keira desperately tried to hold the arteries shut. Tom brushed the arm off the table, and splashed the wound with Spirit.
It stung

Ashton Screamed incoherently.

“Petrol Bucket. Now. And someone get the Hippy out of here now!” Keira cried.
Halon grabbed her and escorted her from the room.
“Ok, Im going to splash the wound with this, and set it on fire. It’ll cauterise it. Think its best if you leave too.” He motioned to Jennifer.
“No, im staying.”
Tom sighed. “Okay.”
He splashed the bloody incision with petrol, and then threw a lit match at it. The stump burst into blue flames, and Ashton screamed louder than before. He bit hard into the piece of cloth rammed into his mouth. The room filled with acrid smoke, and it stank of well done steak. It was a choking cloying scent that made everyone feel sick. The blaze was put out a couple of seconds later, and Tom began to bandage up the injury.
“Good work. He might survive if an infection doesn’t take hold. Now, im going to wash my hands, and then find a place to get chained too. Ok?”

Shadow and Tombstone let go, before escorting Tom out of the room.
Ashton sat up and clutched at his stump, howling in pain…

Whoops forgot about spaces.

Tombstone and Shadow walked with Tom back into the kitchen/dinning area.

"Have a seat" Tombstone said to Tom gesturing to a heavy high backed chair.

Tom sighed and sat down " Yes,I suppose it's time for me to be bound up again..isn't it?"

Tombstone stared at Tom and spoke " What you've done for Ashton,that took alot of guts...so did pointing that gun at me outside" the biker grinned " but we can't afford to risk letting you just run around in here..."

Tom waved the biker silent " I wanted to avoid a blood bath out there..doesn't look like I was all that successful...at least I tried."Tom continued " ..as far as running around in here...I'm not up for much..running at the moment...do what you have to do."

Shadow and Tombstone cuffed Tom to the chair,but left one hand free.

Shadow looked at Tom and spoke " It's for the best man,do you really want to hurt anyone when ....if you...change?"

Tom looked over at Keria who was watching intently " No" he said " it seems hurting people is the domain of yourself and your biker friend".

Shadow and Tombstone just stared at the man,finally Tombstone walked over to the refrigerator and removed a beer,he opened it and handed it to Tom along with a few pain killers.

"Here" Tombstone said " they might help"

Tom said nothing, but nodded and swallowed the pills with a swig of beer.

Shadow looked at Tombstone "I'll go check on Ashton"

Tombstone nodded and Shadow left the kitchen,passing Keria who eyed him coldly.

" I've seen you before" Tom said to Tombstone " The night before everything went crazy...you were leaving that club..Slip-N-Slide,had some tart on the back of your big old bike."

Tombstone gaped at the man,before he could say anything Tom continued.

" In the alleyway,the alleyway I saw you and another man enter...but..I only saw you exit...I looked in that alley...saw allot of blood...but no sign of the fellow you followed in there.

Tombstone nodded " You talked to the bouncer..a big guy named Strawberry..asked him a bunch of questions about the alley having a back exit?"

Tom nodded "I'm guessing you did away with the other fellow...maybe dumped him in that big trash bin."

Tombstone said nothing,Keria watched the conversation nervously,knowing at any moment the big biker could just shoot Tom in his helpless condition.

" The Bouncers name was Strawberry..he was..my friend" Tombstone said " That fether you tried to protect outside killed him...blew him up " The biker continued "The man you saw me follow...your right..I iced him..he..had done alot of fethed up gak...he deserved it."

" I'm certian you've also done a lot of fethed up gak as you say,perhaps you'll deserve it when your time comes as well."Tom said to Tombstone with a slight smile.
" As for your friend..I'm sorry to hear he died...but...killing that other man...Patrick was it..it didn't bring him back...now did it?"

Tombstone said nothing,he simply stared at Tom,Keria walked over and spoke " Hun..get some rest" she said "leave this ...fellow alone for now"

Tom nodded and Keria kneeled down besides him,holding his hand.

Tombstone exited the kitchen,he leaned against the outer wall and pulled the flask from his jacket,emptying the whiskey down his throat.

Jennifer tugged at his sleeve..

"It's time for some answers." she said looking up at the biker....

Tombstone eyed Jennifer and nodded " Give me a few minutes Princess"

" No" Jennifer said almost hissing " Feth your few minutes...I want to know what you know about my Father...and I fething want to know NOW!"

Tombstone glared at the woman "I said" the biker growled lowly " Give me a fething minute."

" One minute" Jennifer said,almost in a rage,she stormed off towards the kitchen.

Tombstone walked over to Shadows liquor cabinet,picked up a bottle of whiskey and refilled his flask.

Daisy was looking at him with obvious concern.

Tombstone walked over to her .

Daisy spoke " Are you..ok?"

Tombstone smiled,a small tight smile " I dunno" he said " ask me again in a few minutes".

Daisy looked over to where Jennifer stood in the kitchen doorway glaring impatiently. " What's her problem?" she said.

" She misses her Daddy" Tombstone said with a grin " I need to talk with her"

Daisy nodded and hugged the biker,kissing him lightly on his scared cheek.

Tombstone held her for a moment and spoke," I'll be back in a few".

He headed for the kitchen,and Jennifer.

A few moments later,seated at the end of the large dinning table,Tombstone explained to Jennifer how it was he knew of her Father.

" Your Fathers name is Adam Phoenix" Tombstone began " Mr. Phoenix was perhaps the largest supplier of heroin and cocaine in this city...he also commanded a small army"

Jennifer stared at the biker,her Fathers "business" wasn't widely known...to the general public he was simply a "very rich and powerful businessman".

the biker continued " 5 years ago Phoenix was ambushed by a group of gunmen...shot down outside of a restaurant".

Jennifer nodded.

" Except...there was no assassination...Phoenix staged the whole thing....the "gunmen" used blanks...the coroner and police...hell even the newsmen who covered his death were all paid off."

Tombstone looked at Jennifers disbelieving face and continued " He concocted this elaborate plan because he had discovered his partner...a man I know you know..a Mr. Drake was planning to eliminate him..and you...in order to take complete control over both cities".

Jennifer stammered " I've known Mr.Drake my whole life..his daughter Naomi is one of my close friends".

Tombstone Nodded " She wasn't aware of her Fathers plans...and after your father "died",Drake chose to let you live..I suspect he felt your death would bring to much attention ..police attention that is...to the whole operation..so he kept tabs on you through his daughter."

" So where is my Father?" Jennifer said.

" Under Satans Servents protection" Tombstone smiled " Several of our people were the ones who posed as Phoenixs killers" Tombstone nodded " In return Phoenix set us up with some of his contacts...brought in a lot of money for our little club."

Jennifer shook her head " My Father didn't deal with bikers" she protested.

" Your Father dealt with Bikers alright Princess..He had alot of irons in the fire that you don't know about" Tombstone said.

" Basically,your Father is the financial power behind the Satans Servents,he provides the product...we provide him with security and ..anonimity...we also have ties with Drake...so we know what Drake knows...and can warn Phoenix of any moves he's planning".

Jennifer grabbed the flask from Tombstones hand and turned it up.

"Easy there princess" Tombstone said.

" Now I came here first to deal with a sticky fingered Hippy" the biker said " Then I got orders to kidnap you...and bring you to your Father...it seems Drake was going to arrange an accident for you...very soon" The biker continued " The tricky part was getting you to your old man...with out letting Drake know he was still alive...it had to look like the Satans were making a power play...only problem was...one of our people...a woman named Sabianne had been passing info on to some of your bodyguards...telling them the Satans planned to snatch you...if they had been locked and loaded when I came for you...the whole thing would have gone balls up...I needed to get you out as quietly as possible...not in a hail of bullets."

Jennifer stared at Tombstone, "and my Father?"

" He planned on taking you and "retiring"..well,more or less...the Satans would run his business...he would receive tribute...and we would deal with Drake with the help of Phoenixs soldiers...your soldiers."Tombstone continued "You and Daddy would be safe,secure and stinking rich in the Bahamas...and the Satans would be the most powerful crew in the whole area".

Jennifer lowered her head,a tear slipped down her cheek..." He's still alive."she whispered

Tombstone nodded " with what's happened...none of the plans matter anymore...I doubt anyone's gonna be concerned with getting high...or taking over territories...not with the dead getting up and eating people"

" But my Father..." Jennifer said

" Last I knew he was in a secured mansion with 20 Satans for body guards" Tombstone said " I'm betting he's still alive".

" Will you take me to him?" Jennifer said.

" If I can" Tombstone said " Right now staying alive is what we need to focus on."

Jennifer stared at the biker..." I need to know if his still alive."

Tombstone nodded " I'll try to find out what I can"...

SilverMK2 wrote:Argh, I forgot you were part of the group now. You should have said/PM'd and I would have added you into the event

Although to be honest, you just RP'd pretty much what I would have done for your characters in any case, I would have thought

OOC:It's all good, I thought it was better for them to just stand around doing nothing. It's what they're good at

IC:
K walked over to Ashtom

"Hey.."

"Hey kid, glad to see you caught up. How'd you manage to do that anyway?"

"I'm... clever? Anyway... I... can understand... what you're going through..." K says, pointing to his missing arm

"We're unarmmed buddies now, huh?" Ashton said, with a slight laugh.

"... If you need to talk... or have any questions.. you let me know... k?"

"Yes, I know you're name, I'll keep it in mind"

K winced at Ashton's remark, he had forgotten completely about the Doctor since he left at the hospital. Was he still ok? Did he get out ok? As he was lost in his own thoughts, K hadn't noticed where Vikky was. Vikky had spent the entire time raiding the fridge, to the dismay of Halon

"Hey, what are you looking in there for, I'm cooking here!" Halon said, in his dismay

"You're cooking eggs, and here" Vikky throws him some bacon "I tottally want to make it out of this zombie apocalypse, so I want to look my prettiest! And if I eat that greasy gak, I'll TOTALLY get pimples. I can see the headlines now..."

This is Channel 9 News, breaking the ice with breath taking news!!! I'm John Anchorman and this is my co Anchor, Diane
"I have a last name John..."
"I'm sure you do, haha"
Breaking News
"Zombie Apocolypse now offically over. The last zombie was seemed to be the alpha zombie, or some form of radical mutation of the original zombie infection virus thingy, as it retained the memories of it's life previously as a human. Our totally awesome and amazing News Casters managed to aquire this video of the zombies last moments...."

"Wait, don't shoot me!!! I'm TOTALLY NOT A ZOMBIE!!! SERIOUSLY!!! It's just acn--"
*gunfire*

"Well John, I know for sure that it was a zombie of some sort, god knows that anything that putrid must not be healthy at all!"
"Yet, they deemed you worthy to be my Co-Anchor..."
"What was that John?"
"I said 'God bless our Zombie free nation. Stay with us, as we have more news after these words with our sponsors!"

"You don't want me to be that zombie, do you? DO YOU?" Vikky asked, frantically

"Ummm..."

Vikky then spotted something in the fridge...

"SQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Everyone else came in to see what they squealling was about

"I TOTALLY FOUND SOME STRAWBERRIES!!!" she yelled, pulling a large bowl of Strawberries out of the fridge, quickly cramming a handful in her mouth, before realising what she was doing "Ohhh, I'm sorry, I haven't offered any to anyone else!!!" She quickly ran over to Tombstone

"Hey! Would you like a strawberry???"

Tombstone eyed the young girl who was franticly waving the fruit in front of him.

The biker took one of the Strawberrys from her hand," I had a buddy named Strawberry" he smiled at the girl " Then a crazy feth with a grenade launcher came along and..." Tombstone sqaushed the Strawberry between his fingers,the smile vanishing from his face.

He tossed the smashed fruit into the garbage,raised his flask and spoke " I'll miss you Berry" he took a belt of whiskey and left the Kitchen to find Daisy.

"What the feth is his problem!!?" Vikky said poping a Starwberry into her mouth

Vikky then ran over to Tom.

"Hey would you like a strawberry? You should totally eat some, if you get filled up, you might not try to eat people as a Zombie!!!"

You've got it all wrong . TOM is the guy who's gonna become a zombie soon. ASHTON is the guy who's just lost the arm.

Gonna do some RPing soon.. and when I do.. time to stop Vikky's "diet".. eating spree.. whatever..


One question, Drk O, why a panda?

Tombstone walked out of the kitchen,his head swimming,he saw Daisy exit from the bathroom,she had obviously washed up, removing the blood stains from her skin and apparently found some fresh clothes as well,her tye dyed clothing had been replaced with a plain white "wife beater" T-shirt and she now wore a pair of dark fatigue pants.

She smiled at Tombstone " I hope your friend doesn't mind" she said " I found these clothes,there a bit loose,but I wanted to get out of those bloody clothes I had on.."

" Shadow won't care" Tombstone said.

"You look tired" Daisy said " You should try to get some rest...while it's ..quiet"

The biker nodded and walked over to a big lazy boy chair,almost falling into it.

Daisy walked over to where Tombstone lay back " Mind if I join you?" she said smiling " I could use a few winks as well"

Tombstone smiled and nodded " Hop aboard."he said.

The woman curled up in the bikers lap,looking up at him " I just feel safer when I'm near you" she said.

Tombstone thought to himself " If you knew what I did to the last woman who was near me ...you'd probably run screaming".

He pulled her close and kissed her deeply,stroking her long dark hair.

" Hey you two!" Shadow said " I'm not very interested in watching you make babies...keep it PG." he smiled at the biker.

" Your house my man" Tombstone said.

" Get some rest Biker Boy" Shadow said " You to ya dippy hippy".

Tombstone pulled Daisy close,she smiled at him and drifted off,a few moments later Tombstone did as well...

Halon overheard the girl ask if Tombstone wanted a strawberry and heard Tombstone's ugly return, but the conversation had reminded Halon of something. Patrick's grenade launcher was somewhere and no one seemed to have it.

"Hey, does anyone know if someone brought patrick's grenade launcher in?" Halon called out.

OOC: Sorry Fitzz, I guess that I am unable to be your friend. I have yet to watch Bubba Hotep, I know about it, but it is darn near impossible to find a copy. As it is impossible to find Armyof Darkness on DVD as well. Right now I only have Evil Dead 2 on DVD along with ED1 and AoD on VHS.

I also have the Megas XLR episode that bruce campbell was in with his bubba hotep/ash robot.

OOC: I don't think Tombstones reply about the offered strawberry was all that ugly...hell for Tombstone it was almost polite...normally he would have shoved the strawberry up vikky's nostril.

Also,if someone goes to get Patricks grenade launcher,they may want to "find" his back back with the "vial of blood" in it...just a thought.

halonachos wrote:OOC: Sorry Fitzz, I guess that I am unable to be your friend. I have yet to watch Bubba Hotep, I know about it, but it is darn near impossible to find a copy. As it is impossible to find Armyof Darkness on DVD as well. Right now I only have Evil Dead 2 on DVD along with ED1 and AoD on VHS.

I also have the Megas XLR episode that bruce campbell was in with his bubba hotep/ash robot.

It's fine man,having a copy of Evil dead 1&2 and AoD,even on VHS puts you in my " buddy" category.

Shame you haven't had the chance to see Bubba Hotep,it is IMO, one of Bruce Campbells best films... you should definitely keep hunting for it.

Shadow felt strange then, seeing his friend and his hippy girl there. It wasn't sadness; maybe it was regret? Shadow didn't know. But he was glad he had noone to look out for now, atleast, not in the sense of family. No wife, no girlfriend, no kids, no siblings, no parents. Just him. Numero uno. He glanced at his watch: 2 AM. His body then told his brain how tired it was. Shadow took a stroll into the kitchen, where Tom was shackled, and Halon was sitting at the central counter with Jennifer, Ashton, Kevin and Vikky, who was emptying his fridge.
"Oi, you!" he called.
The girl looked over at him. "Me?"
"Yes, you! Stop eating all the stuff in the fridge!" Shadow knew he had a years supply of food in the basement, or 'bunker', but it wasn't nice stuff - just stuff that stayed good and kept you alive.
"We all need to get some sleep. But we need to arrange who's gonna watch. I'll take first, who's next?"
"I'll go" Halon said, raising his hand.
"I'll go next" Ashton said.
Shadow nodded, "good. You can wake Tombstone after that and he can take the one after.. if we all take two hour watches, I'll be done at five AM, Halon at 7 AM, Ashton at 9, and Tombstone at 11. Cause I don't know about you, but I know I'll be sleeping that long."
"So where're we going to sleep then?" Jennifer asked.
"Follow me" Shadow said.
The small group filed up the stairs, and they stopped at the top.
"Jennifer, you can take that bedroom" Shadow said, indicating to one of his guest rooms, "Kevin, Vikky, you can have that one" he said, pointing to a double bed room.
"Ashton, take my bed" he said, and Ashton just walked into the master bedroom and collapsed onto the king sized bed. Everyone else went into their assigned rooms, and closed the door.
"Halon, come upstairs - again - with me. There's another room, single bed, with the gatling gun and windows all round. I'll take watch and wake you if I need you."
The two men hiked up the stairs to the highest level, and Halon layed down on the bed. Shadow sat on a chair next to the gatling gun, and put his feet up on a large crate of ammo. He opened the minifridge he kept up there, and pulled out a red bull, and closed the fridge. He opened the can with a hiss, and took a drink.
"This is gonna be a long night" he sighed.

OOC:..No offence Dark, I'm just wondering...would Ashton,who has just had his arm lopped off by a chainsaw in a less than standard operation,be able to be conscious and seated in the kitchen,and ready to pull guard duty??

I know he's supposed to be a pretty tough guy,but I don't know if he'd be ready for action so quickly.

Well I assume he'd just be there, it's not like sitting down would be too hard for him . I mean, I think he'd be too out of it to really listen, except for the promise of a bed. I mean, when I worked out the time for the shifts, 11 is a bit late, so I'll just get Tombstone instead .

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Well I assume he'd just be there, it's not like sitting down would be too hard for him . I mean, I think he'd be too out of it to really listen, except for the promise of a bed. I mean, when I worked out the time for the shifts, 11 is a bit late, so I'll just get Tombstone instead .

It's good man,I'm certainly not trying to be critical of your RP.

...Besides,old Tombstone is just resting his eyes,give him a kick when you need him and he'll be up and raring to rip.

Go to sleep! It's past your bedtime.. don't make mamma punish you for being naughty -loads shotgun-

.. wtf ?

Anyway, craptastic jokes aside, Silver, I don't think you should bring zombs in yet. Give us another in-character day of RP or something at the least IMO. I'm sure everyone else will agree, we need to "settle in" and just generally have our characters rest up and get ready for what'evs.

OOC: I have to agree with you Dark,having all of our characters have a chance to "catch their breath" before the zombies come a knocking would be a good thing.

I am however anticipating another event soon concerning our shackled buddy Tom.

-loads shotgun again-

Darkvoidof40k wrote:-loads shotgun again-

Also, guys, how long do you guys think it'd take for Bonzo to be back to normal, I'm a wee bit hesitant to RP because I'm not too sure of recovery times, also I don't want to make it too unrealistic. xD

I was tempted to put in some zombies at the end of the last event to force you all inside, but thought that some more RP time would be good for everyone to explore their and other peoples characters a bit and flesh out the tangled web of intrigue and mystery.

I can hold off the zombie hordes until DAY FOUR (or even longer if you are all having fun playing happy families ).

Also, Bubba Hotep is a great film, as is Evil Dead

@ Great Unclean One - you were shot a couple of times, not the end of the world, but you might not be juggling chainsaws with the fluidity you used to either. RP, but I would probably suggest not getting up to anything too strenuous for a few hours (RP time) unless you have to.

Great Unclean One wrote:Also, guys, how long do you guys think it'd take for Bonzo to be back to normal, I'm a wee bit hesitant to RP because I'm not too sure of recovery times, also I don't want to make it too unrealistic. xD

Well,he received several gunshot wounds,and had the bullets removed with a spoon and kitchen knife by a nurse with a hippy assistant,so normally he wouldn't be up and dancing anytime soon.

However,Bonzo isn't exactly normal...so..I'd imagine you could RP him regaining consciousness in your next RP,I just wouldn' have him trying to juggle his saws just yet

OOC: Ninja'd by Silver and caught in the lag.

Jennifer lay back in the bed,unable to sleep,her mind kept racing.

" My Father is still alive." She thought " All these years I thought he was gone...and he was still alive"

The revelation both angered her and filled her with a longing to see him again.

She supposed she understood the logic of her Fathers actions,in truth,she admited to herself,he had been very clever...Faking his own death and employing an army of vicious bikers as his personal guard...but then,her Father had always been a clever one.

She continued turning things over in her head,she wanted to go get that biker,Tombstone and demand he take her to her Father this instant...or at least find out about his condition,but she relized that the biker wasn't the type of person she could order around,she would wait...she would talk to him again later.

Her thoughts turned to Ashton,even though he was her body guard,she and Ashton had grown quite close over the years,she had always known that no matter what Ashton would be there for her...now,she didn't know.

That man,the one chained to the chair in the kitchen and the woman Keria,both had said Ashton would die if his arm didn't come off..but then again,they also said he may die even if it did.

" Please let him be ok." She whispered,and closed her eyes attempting to sleep.

Why do you always call Keira "Keria", Tombstone?

Day 4 seems good, Silver. Pretty much what I was thinking. I think it's time someone/you PM'd cereal, as his house would be pretty much a rubber duck in a sea of zombies by now. Yay similies. Anyway, still got to bring [insert silly nickname here] into the story

FITZZ knows what I'm talking about..

Also, guys, over the course of Day 3, I'll have to do a lot of long RP's (or just one or two long ones) showing you all around.. hm. Do that tomorrow, if I can. Until then, perhaps this'd be a good time for y'all to have your characters go sleepy time and describe their thoughts, and what they think? IMO it's a good idea. Also, you can all relieve each other on watch duty whenever. Just say Shadow buggered off to his bed when Halon vacates it.

Night all.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Why do you always call Keira "Keria", Tombstone?

Day 4 seems good, Silver. Pretty much what I was thinking. I think it's time someone/you PM'd cereal, as his house would be pretty much a rubber duck in a sea of zombies by now. Yay similies. Anyway, still got to bring [insert silly nickname here] into the story

FITZZ knows what I'm talking about..

Also, guys, over the course of Day 3, I'll have to do a lot of long RP's (or just one or two long ones) showing you all around.. hm. Do that tomorrow, if I can. Until then, perhaps this'd be a good time for y'all to have your characters go sleepy time and describe their thoughts, and what they think? IMO it's a good idea. Also, you can all relieve each other on watch duty whenever. Just say Shadow buggered off to his bed when Halon vacates it.

Night all.

I think Tombstone calls Keira "Keria" because of a slight speech impediment ....no wait..it's my crap spelling again.

Bonzo woke up suddenly, he felt much, much better, he still had a slight warm tingling sensation and a hell of a lot of pain where he realized the bullets had gone in but compared to his shaky in and out of unconsciousness and what he thought had been bliss, this was better. For once in his life he felt relatively peaceful, he had no commitments, he had no goals to meet and best of all he thought, he had no money to make!

Giggling as he got up from the settee, he make his way to the kitchen, walking towards the fridge, he opened the door, rooting around for food and a drink. He fished out some cooked ham from the back of the box and tore into it ravenously, he hadn't eaten properly for days, he supposed Tom didn't count and took swigs from a half empty bottle of beer. Seeing some eggs, he plucked three out of the shell and began to juggle them absent mindedly as he made his way back to the lounge.

Finding Shadow on his way back, he sneaked up behind him as only a clown can,

"Hey Bonzo, how things going" Replied Shadow, looking apprehensively at the juggling clown.

"It'S SwINgs AnD RouNDaBouts BuT MosTLY ChOCOlate MiCE!!" Muttered Bonzo as he walked past, casually making the eggs disappear mid air as he went, giggling to himself as he pulled off the magic trick.

Finding his way back to the lounge, he laid out the eggs on the arm of the sofa, he stroked them "GoOdNighT My PreTTIES!" Before sinking into the folds of the settee and descending into a deep slumber, in his mind, he pictured a fairground, full of clockwork toys, whirring, buzzing, falling over. He was the only one alive in the midst of this clockwork medley and he felt wonderful, screaming at the top of his voice as he soared over the scene on the big wheel.

"I'M ThE HAPPiEST CloWN THaTS EvER BeeN!"

Keira yawned sleepily. Tom had long since fallen asleep, but she'd kept awake, holding his hand tight. She stood up, stretched like a cat, and wandered through the house. Bonzo was asleep, curled up sucking his thumb. She smiled.

Wandering along, she felt the familiar rub on her legs from earlier. The small cat purred and looked at her through crystel eyes.

"Hey kitty." She murmured, before Keira climbed the stairs. People were sleeping in every room, and taking advantage of their slumber, she quickly checked each of them over. K and Vikky were unscratched. Even K's amputation scar had healed perfectly. Must of had a good doctor. She moved on into the next room, where she found Ashton slumbering. Again, she checked the amputation injury. It wasn't pretty, but it would heal over time. The next room had Jennifer, asleep. A couple of minor cuts, she'd check them out in the morning. Sighing to herself, Keira wandered back downstairs, and went outside. The moon shone bright, and the world was bathed in the blue light. She watched unseeing for a couple of minutes, before she sat down, and began to cry to herself.

Upstairs, Shadow heard her sorrow.

Glancing out of the window, Shadow saw the woman, Keira, sobbing in the darkness.

"Hey."
Keira turned and looked up, surprised. "Oh. It's you."

"I'm on first watch. Why don't you close that door and come up here? I could use the company.. a sleeping Halon isn't too good with the conversations" he joked.

Keira considered the offer, then glanced up again at the window with the huge gun sticking out of it, to reply to the head accompanying it.

Tombstone opened his eyes and quickly glanced around the room.

He watched as Keira entered the front room from outside,she paused and once more checked on Bonzo.

The biker closed his eyes again,thinking about what probably lay in store for Tom,the man had been bitten by one of those things and was obviously suffering from some sort of infection that was killing him...once he died,he would "come back".

Tombstone shook his head lightly,Tom had pointed a gun at him when he had moved to finish Patrick,pointing a gun at the biker was normally a quick way to commit suicide...but now...even though Tombstone knew that the man was for all purposes dead already,he was apprehensive to just shoot the man.

Tombstone opened his eyes again,perhaps talking with the woman..Keira might help,the biker would explain to her that shooting Tom may be for the best...the biker looked around the room...Keira had disappeared.


The biker shrugged,he would talk with her later,but first he would speak with Shadow,"Solider boy will understand."

Tombstone felt a light kiss on his neck.

" You awake?" Daisy said looking up at the biker.

" Bright eyed and bushy tailed" Tombstone said.

"Good." she smiled " Come with me...but shhh"

"Shh" Tombstone thought with a laugh.

Daisy led him into a small side room,in it was a few boxes of clothing,a case or two of various books,a small table,and a mattress on the floor.

Daisy closed the door and turned to Tombstone.

" I found the clothes I changed into in here" she said,slowly stepping closer to the biker and pulling off his jacket.
" I also thought I could thank you more properly in here as well" she smiled.

She pulled off her own T-shirt and pushed Tombstone onto the mattress.

Tombstone looked up at her thinking she looked absolutely beautiful " You can thank me all you want." He grinned.

Daisy smiled slipping out of her Fatigues " I intend to."she said as she joined Tombstone on the mattress,pulling him to her and kissing him passionately.

Tombstone embraced the young woman tightly " I may die tommorow" he thought " but at least I can feel loved tonight."...

The two fell back to the bed....

OOC:

FITZZ wrote:

Tombstone looked up at her thinking she looked absolutely beautiful " You can thank me all you want." He grinned.

Daisy smiled slipping out of her Fatigues " I intend to."she said as she joined Tombstone on the mattress,pulling him to her and kissing him passionately.

Tombstone embraced the young woman tightly " I may die tommorow" he thought " but at least I can feel loved tonight."...

The two fell back to the bed....

And as a guest in another person's house, how rude.

Oh, and Halon tells jokes in his sleep.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:You've got it all wrong . TOM is the guy who's gonna become a zombie soon. ASHTON is the guy who's just lost the arm.

Gonna do some RPing soon.. and when I do.. time to stop Vikky's "diet".. eating spree.. whatever..


One question, Drk O, why a panda?

lol, sorry, I'll fix it in a sec

It's a really long story, so I'll just say it's court ordered.

OOC:Shadow opened the closet-thingy and saw Tombstone and Daisy. "OMG WTF" he said, before grabbing a flamethrower and torching them.

OOC- At which point Bonzo see's this, shouts "THINK OF THE CHILDREN" And begins to just end the whole affair. Gotta have some morals or a line you wont cross somewhere. ^^

Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC:Shadow opened the closet-thingy and saw Tombstone and Daisy. "OMG WTF" he said, before grabbing a flamethrower and torching them.

OOC: ...Oh come on now Dark,Daisy was obviously going to be jumping on Tombstone at some point.

...Besides,Isnt Shadow trying to get Keira to "come up and see him"?


...Speaking of that,did Keira go up stairs to "talk" with Shadow,or into the kitchen to see Tom,I sort of need to know before I post my next RP.

Erm. I hadn't really decided.

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC:Shadow opened the closet-thingy and saw Tombstone and Daisy. "OMG WTF" he said, before grabbing a flamethrower and torching them.

OOC: ...Oh come on now Dark,Daisy was obviously going to be jumping on Tombstone at some point.

...Besides,Isnt Shadow trying to get Keira to "come up and see him"?


...Speaking of that,did Keira go up stairs to "talk" with Shadow,or into the kitchen to see Tom,I sort of need to know before I post my next RP.

Dude, if dark and keira bump buoys in that bed Halon's going on 24 hour watch duty or finding a couch to sleep on. Plus, Halon's kind of C-blocking Shadow right now as I doubt they will get it on while someone's sleeping in the same room.

We're on the top floor, they're on the bottom. In a closet. Making noise.

And please take note that that post was

Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC(!!!!!!!):Shadow opened the closet-thingy and saw Tombstone and Daisy. "OMG WTF" he said, before grabbing a flamethrower and torching them.

Obv that didn't happen, simpletons. Tbh, I can't tell which of you guys actually got that I was jk or thought that I actually meant that.

Keira is heading upstairs, according to FITZZ I believe, who RP'd her coming in and going upstairs.

Ghosty, over to you for the next IC post.

I dunno if i can be bothered atm.

Not trying to pressure you. Do it whenever you want, it seems that most of us aren't bothered as noone's posting.. then again, it is kinda up to me 'n' you to move it along a bit until it's time for Halon to wake up and so on. But I can't write what Keira thinks.

God damnit, I sound pressurizing in this post.. totally not what I was going for. (this new emote is just SO useful.. although I'm not sure that's a good sign.. )

I would RP but I think my character is done for the night, just a little exploit but enough and it'd be a bit weird for me to get up again, unless of course you guys really want me to RP something. ^^

And then suddenly, zombies everywhere. Tom turned into a boomer and began eating the kitchen. Everybody stared in horror as he soon began vomiting all over them and attracting zombies to them. All was lost.

Halon then grabbed a hammer and pointed it to the sky and flew into the air. The sky shined with such a radiance that everyone, even the zombies, stood in awe at the majesty of what had just happened. Halon had come prepared though, he had sunglasses and his sunglasses protected him from the glare and he quickly began pummeling the zombies with his mighty hammer. Infected blood poured on the ground as whole swaths were cut through the horde of undead flesh.

Just as the last zombie died, the dead undead corpses began flowing together to form a giant, gross, rotten, gigazombie. The others began running in circles holding their hands to their heads while screaming, except for Bonzo who was still unconscious.

Halon began his swooping attack on the giant giga zombie and battered it with a barrage of back beatings, severing several spinal spaces. The giga-zombie began to fall as it no longer had a spine to support it and fell down with a mighty thunder, crushing undead Patrick who had just found his undead grenade launcher. The giga zombie was not done as it began to burrow to earth's core. Halon grabbed the giga zombie and threw it into space, directly into the sun, killing the sun, but turning the zombie into a giant ball of gas that turned into a new sun.

The world was saved and as Halon gave a huge thumbs up to the camera, the crowd went wild.

halonachos wrote:And then suddenly, zombies everywhere. Tom turned into a boomer and began eating the kitchen. Everybody stared in horror as he soon began vomiting all over them and attracting zombies to them. All was lost.

Halon then grabbed a hammer and pointed it to the sky and flew into the air. The sky shined with such a radiance that everyone, even the zombies, stood in awe at the majesty of what had just happened. Halon had come prepared though, he had sunglasses and his sunglasses protected him from the glare and he quickly began pummeling the zombies with his mighty hammer. Infected blood poured on the ground as whole swaths were cut through the horde of undead flesh.

Just as the last zombie died, the dead undead corpses began flowing together to form a giant, gross, rotten, gigazombie. The others began running in circles holding their hands to their heads while screaming, except for Bonzo who was still unconscious.

Halon began his swooping attack on the giant giga zombie and battered it with a barrage of back beatings, severing several spinal spaces. The giga-zombie began to fall as it no longer had a spine to support it and fell down with a mighty thunder, crushing undead Patrick who had just found his undead grenade launcher. The giga zombie was not done as it began to burrow to earth's core. Halon grabbed the giga zombie and threw it into space, directly into the sun, killing the sun, but turning the zombie into a giant ball of gas that turned into a new sun.

The world was saved and as Halon gave a huge thumbs up to the camera, the crowd went wild.

DAMN.

I don't think this will fit in my signature..

Darkvoidof40k wrote:We're on the top floor, they're on the bottom. In a closet. Making noise.

And please take note that that post was

Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC(!!!!!!!):Shadow opened the closet-thingy and saw Tombstone and Daisy. "OMG WTF" he said, before grabbing a flamethrower and torching them.

Obv that didn't happen, simpletons. Tbh, I can't tell which of you guys actually got that I was jk or thought that I actually meant that.

Keira is heading upstairs, according to FITZZ I believe, who RP'd her coming in and going upstairs.

Ghosty, over to you for the next IC post.

I completely got that you were joking around Dark ...I actually imagined the suprised faces of Tombstone and Daisy as Shadow Barbqued them though.. .

Now as for Keira,I Rp'd Tombstone watching her come back in the house...but...he closed his eyes again for a moment and when he opened them she was gone, I did that so Ghosty could RP "wich way Keira went",as I didn't want to have Keira going up to talk with Shadow if Ghosty wanted her to go to check on Tom.

After she had cried her last tears, she wand red back inside, back to Tom. If this was his last hours, she would stay with him until the end.

Tombstone opened his eyes,he wasn't sure quite how long he had been asleep,but he felt much better.

Daisy lay sleeping besides him,her breathing easy and steady.

The biker looked at her for a long moment,stroking her hair,he thought about waking her,but decided he should go and check if it was his turn to take watch duty.

He pulled on his clothes and strapped on his weapons,he decided to leave one of his 9mm Berettas with Daisy...just in case.

He exited the room as quietly as he could,and moved silently through the house,glancing into the kitchen where Keira sat close to Tom,her eyes were puffy and red from crying.

Tombstone decided now wasn't the best time to discuss the possible need of shooting her man...so he moved on up the stairs.

After entering a few wrong rooms,he finally located Shadow,who was sitting in a chair next to a Gatling gun aimed out of a window covering the front of the house.

"Squirrel hunting?" Tombstone said with a grin.

" Bagged a dozen already" Shadow said " a couple of possums too...Halons going to grill 'em up for breakfast."

"The feth I am.." Halon muttered from the bed,and rolled over.

Tombstone pulled up a crate near Shadow and sat down, " Any sign of ..any of those things?"

" Did ya hear this big bastard talking?" Shadow said,indicating the Gatling gun.

Tombstone shook his head,getting his friends point.

" Speaking of hunting Easy rider" Shadow said " I'm guessing you hunted up the company of the fair Daisy "

Tombstone nodded.

" I thought so" Shadow said " I sort of heard her calling for god a few hours ago...I figured she probably wasn't praying."

Tombstone laughed "No...I suppose she wasn't"

Shadow looked seriously at the biker " Stone" he said " Do you think it's a good idea?"

Tombstone listened.

Shadow continued " Don't get me wrong man,she's a looker and all...but..is it worth the risk?" He went on " Let's be real man,she isn't like me or you...when the gak starts to fly...is she gonna be able to hold it together...or is she going to end up getting you killed because you were watching her pretty ass when you should have been watching out for your own."

" She'll hold it down" Tombstone said " She's tougher than you might think." the biker nodded at Shadow " Besides brother...yesterdays history and tomorrow's a mystery...all we really have is now."

Shadow looked at the biker " Your out of your mind man...been breathing to many Harley fumes"

Tombstone laughed " Yeah..I love you to G.I Joe"

" Shut the feth up and let me sleep" Halon said

The two men laughed at the frustration of their half slumbering comrade.

" You ready for me to take watch yet?" Tombstone asked.

"Not just yet." replied Shadow " in an hour or so."

" Cool" Tombstone said " In the meantime...you wouldn't happen to have a computer in this maze you call a house..would you?"

" Don't insult my palace you greasy feth" Shadow laughed " Yes,computer...next room..no porn surfing though..I believe you've had enough of...that...for the night."

" It's never enough" Tombstone smiled " ok..I'll be back in an hour".

" Feth off and go already" Halon said covering his head with a pillow.

" I'm going sunshine" Tombstone said

Halons hand came from under the pillow,his middle finger up in salute.

Tombstone exited the room laughing....

In the next room,Tombstone located the computer Shadow had said he'd find.

He sat at the small desk,logged on and quickly typed in an IM,the reciepient...OneEye...head of security at the mansion in wich Jennifer's Father was residing.


The following correspondence was sent.

TStone: Have Phoenixs Daughter,What's your situation?
1EyE: Stone? Knew you'd still be up and kicking,we got allot of Munchies at the door...But nothing we can't handle.
TStone: What's Phoenixs condition?
1EyE: Bitching and complaining..but still drawing breath.
TStone:Has he or anyone else been injured/bitten
1EyE: Phoenix hasn't..2 of our boys have,Munchies took some chomps out of them...but there ok.
TStone: Ice them.
1EyE: Stone..there fine..just a few little bites.
TStone: ICE THEM!!!,the bite carries the infection...there dead already.
1EyE: Brothers don't ice Brothers man.
TStone: They are going to die..come back..and kill you all...ICE THEM..NOW!!
1EyE: How sure are you?
TStone: 100%...Do it!.
1EyE: understood.
1EyE: Where are you anyway?
TStone: About 15 miles NW of the military base out here.
1EyE You need retrieval?
TStone:*****

The connection was lost.

" Feth" Tombstone muttered.

"Ok" He thought " At least I can tell the Princess that her old man is still safe...well,safe if that fething OneEye follows orders"

Tombstone sat staring at the screen,he lit a cigarette and waited for his time to relive Shadow.

The Hour went by fairly quickly,and Tombstone went to take his turn at watch.

The biker entered the "tower", as he had begun to think of the room with the Gatling gun "Get some sleep soldier boy...I'll keep watch now"

"Wish I could get some fething sleep" Halon groaned

" Want me to sing you a lullaby" Tombstone said grinning.

Halon popped his head out from under his pillow " Yes" he said " Sing me a lullaby...and jam your head up you arse when you do it...I'm sure you'll enjoy the acoustics."

All three men were silent for a brief moment,then all burst out laughing.

Tombstone finally broke the laughter," We need to discuss Tom".

Halon stared at the biker " What do you want to do...go downstairs and blow his face off?"

Shadow held up his hand " It's not a matter of what we want...it's what we're going to have to eventually do."

Halon snapped at the men " In case you two didn't notice,that man your talking about killing saved Ashtons life a few hours ago...he did something neither of you could have done."

Tombstone nodded " Your right" he said " but that doesn't change the fact that Toms been bitten".

"Damn right it doesn't" Shadow said.

" But" Tombstone interrupted " It's not so much what's going to have to happen to Tom...it's how it's going to affect his woman".

Shadow looked over at the biker " What are you getting at?"

" We need her Bro" Tombstone answered " Next to Tom,shes our main medic" the biker continued " If she goes ape gak on us...we could be in a serious gak storm".

" So what do you propose" Halon said staring at the biker.

" We have to talk with her" Tombstone said "Convince her it's the best thing to do"

" Your a heartless feth" Halon said shaking his head.

Tombstone stared at the man for a second " Heartless or not...it's the only answer I see."

Shadow spoke " If you think he's heartless,your going to think I'm the devil himself" he said.

Halon glanced over at Shadow "Whys that?"

Shadow sighed " I believe we should get her to be the one to do it".

"Your fethed" halon said " Get her to shoot the man she loves in the head?...no way...it's sick."

Shadow continued " If we can get her to see that it's a merciful thing...putting Tom out of his misery."

Halon interrupted " But it's not...not really,it's getting a woman to shoot her man...and somehow keep your own hands clean in the process."

" No" Tombstone said " none of our hands are clean..ever again".He looked at the other two men..."But,we need to talk with Keira...soon."

Shadow nodded " I'm going to go catch some sack time" he looked at Tombstone " You know how to use one of these" he pointed at the Gatling gun.

The biker smiled an evil smile.

" I should have known" Shadow nodded and left the room.

Tombstone took Shadows seat and stared out of the window.

In the bed next to him,Halon found it even more difficult to sleep as his thoughts turned to Tom and Keira.

Halon gave up. He sat up, rubbed his eyes and got out of the bed. All this talking and now new worries crossed into his mind. He did have a great dream though so at least he reached REM sleep for a bit until he had been rudely interrupted by Tombstone and Shadow talking about Tombstone's love life. If he did "love" that is.

He went to the bathroom and sat on the lid of the toilet thinking. An odd place to think, but a secluded one that no one would burst into.

"We can't do that, can we?" Halon thought. "One of us can shoot him, but she'll protest and maybe even hate us. If we have her shoot him she may hate herself. If there's one thing we need is another emotionally destroyed member in this group. Not only that, but she may hate all of us for forcing her to shoot him."

Halon had gotten up and pretended to wash his hands, he looked into the mirror and saw that he hadn't shaved and he had sideburns growing in.

"If she hates herself and hates all of us, all it takes is an automatic in her hands and..." he put his hands in a gun shape and put it to his head. The hand-gun cocked and fired.

He walked slowly back up to the garrison.

"Going back to bed honey?" Tombstone said barely taking his gaze from the area below.

"Nah," Halon said followed by a quick yawn, "I was just thinking about the situation ahead of us."

"And?" Tombstone "we need to deal with it, it's the best possible way."

"I dont think so." Halon said "We make her kill Tom and then she hates us AND herself. Sure she may hide it behind a face of toughness, but in the end she'll take a gun and waste us all, then herself."

"So we don't give her a gun or a weapon." Tombstone responded quickly.

"Then that shows we don't trust her and the same thing'll happen," Halon said slowly and leaned closer to Tombstone. "we make Keira kill Tom and Keira will kill us."

There was a moment of silence.

Next thing Halon knew, Tombstone had grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer.

"Are you saying that I'm afraid of some little fething dame who probably couldn't even lift a handgun?" Tombstone asked angrily while still staring outwards.

"N-no" Halon replied almost worriedly.

"Good" Tombstone said slyly while grinning, the light casting shadows making his face look like a skull, Tombstone then pushed his fist back and Halon fell back onto the bed. "now nighty-night deary."

Halon wanted to say something witty, but he didn't think that this was the right time.

OOC: Just put a link in your sig Dark, that is if you want to.

halonachos wrote:OOC: Just put a link in your sig Dark, that is if you want to.

er..what?

EDIT: Nevermind, I just clicked.

Im not sure how much im going to contribute in the future, at the moment my life's gone down the bog and im just not motivated to do anything any more...

Sorry, i'll post if i have a mood swing.

OOC: Seems the lag had struck again.

OOC: @ Halonachos.

Not trying to be critical here,just bringing up a character point.

I liked your last RP for the most part,with the exception of a few small points.

Tombstone is very aware of the fact that making Keira shoot Tom would probably result in a bad situation and also already thinks Keira is tough as nails.

So he wouldn't argue with Halon that Keira would toughen up by shooting Tom.

Maybe I'm being to critical...I'm not really trying to be.

ghosty wrote:Im not sure how much im going to contribute in the future, at the moment my life's gone down the bog and im just not motivated to do anything any more...

Sorry, i'll post if i have a mood swing.

OOC: I'm truly sorry to hear of your troubles Ghosty,and honestly hope that everything works out for you.

In the meantime ( and I hope you don't think I'm an insensitive jerk for asking) do you have any suggestions concerning your characters?

I only ask because they are quite important to this RP...wow,I do sound like an insensitive jerk.

Tombstone left Halon to sleep and sat manning the Gatling gun.
The biker stared out of the window,keeping a sharp watch for any sign of walking dead.

An hour past,and Tombstones thoughts begin to drift.

He had been quite impressed with the man Tom's actions in operating on Ashton,to be honest,he had been slightly impressed,although infuriated,when the half dying man had pointed the gun at him outside.

The biker shook his head,he really wished the man had not been bitten,in this situation he would be a huge asset,and Halon was right,his dying...even if she didn't pull the trigger..was going to horribly affect Keira.

"What a fething mess" Tombstone thought,there had to be an answer.

The biker then thought of Bonzo,how the feth would that crazy clown react to anyone trying to shoot Tom?
Did he even understand what was going to happen to Tom soon?,and since Keira seemed to be the one who controlled him...well sort of,what the feth would he be capable of doing if Keira went over the edge?

"Sure" Tombstone thought "The old clowns down for now,but I'm betting he's one tough son of a b****,he'll be on his feet soon...and when he is...it would be good to have someone he'll listen to."

"No doubt about it" the biker thought " This whole situation could become a fething gak storm fast".

" What a fething mess" the biker whispered.

Time slowly passed and Tombstone sat watching,tying to sort out the situation they would all soon have to face.

"Funny" he thought " two days ago I'd have just walked own and killed him,anyone who got in my way as well...I guess seeing corpses eating people has a way of ...changing ones perspectives"

At last it was time to wake Halon for his turn at watch.

Halon seemed less than pleased to see the biker.

"Feths sake" Halon said " all night I have to hear your voice...and now the first thing I see is your ugly face"

Tombstone cocked an eyebrow and smiled " Would you like it to be the last thing you see?"

"No...I suppose I wouldn't" smirked Halon.

" You hungry?" Tombstone asked
" Why..you going to bring me breakfast in bed?" said Halon

" I thought I might toss you a pop tart or something." the biker laughed.

" Toss yourself out that window." Halon laughed back.

Tombstone shook his head and left the room.

As the biker stepped into the hallway,he ran into Jennifer.

" I've been looking for you" she said.

" Why,I'm flattered Princess" Tombstone smiled " But..I think I might be spoken for now".

Jennifer stared at the biker " For gods sake...would you fething be serious and .."

" Stop calling you Princess" Tombstone finished for her.

" God Damnit" Jennifer said shaking her head " This isn't funny...do you see me laughing...no!you fething don't..."

Tombstone started to speak,but she cut him off.

" My...friend..is hurt..you helped cut his arm fething off,remember?"she yelled "He might die..we all might...and you..you swaggering,ill mannered,leather covered jackass...you seem to be having a good time...you haven't even bothered to try to find out if my.."

Tombstone cut her off " Your Fathers alive."

Jennifer's mouth closed with a snap.

Tombstone nodded " I checked in with my people last night" the biker continued "Your Father is safe..well,there held up in a house...allot of those things around...but he has a small army of Satan's watching his ass...he'll be ok."

"But.."Jennifer started " shouldn't we go to him?"

" I'm thinking the same thing myself" Thought Tombstone,but he said " Not just yet..the Brothers will protect your old man...but you friend Ashton,he can't travel yet...and I don't believe you want to just leave him."

" No" Jennifer said "I don't" she went on " My Father ..can I speak to him..."

"The computer went out on me last night" Tombstone said " Maybe it's up again...we can check later"

" Why not now?!" Jeniffer said getting irritated.

" Now" Tombstone said "We should check Ashton"...

OOC: Alright Fitzz, I'll look into changing it for story and character development. Just trying to find what his opinion is, oh wait, it was Shadow that wanted Keira to shoot Tom in the head right?

I don't remember atm, I'll check later. Got school now

Anyway, hope things get better for you Ghosty

Just a side note, Shadow wouldn't probably want that, but I can see him bringing it up in conversation as a possibility. Maybe we wait until Tom turns, then get her/someone to shoot him, so that she doesn't feel bad, because it's a zomb and not Tom that'd be getting off'd.

I just wanted to post a bit of observation revolving around the whole RP.

I, personally, was very confused at the characters when I was RP'ing, simply because there were so many of them, and I see others are and were as well.

Most of the confusion seems to be coming from multiple characters for each person. TBH, I wasn't sure who Ashton or Tom was at all.

Maybe something to keep in mind for future RP's.

And funnily enough, I don't find that at all. Maybe it's just me, but I can remember more than four names.

Same for me ^.

Also, shall we just say that Keira went to see Tom? Saves you writing, Ghosty.

Sooo.. unless anyone has any objections, maybe we should start RPing in the morning? Although IMO, we should do that tomorrow, because it gives people time to write during this "night" if they so wish.

Guess who's back

If i understand correctly,
we got another car, then iced patrick, and are now all hiding in the fortress

ashton only has one arm now and jennifer now knows her fathers alive

am I right?

Don't forget the hippy knocked boots with the biker, Bonzo caressed some eggs, and Tom may soon be a zombie. Otherwise you got it.

Don't forget the hippy knocked boots with the biker, Bonzo caressed some eggs, and Tom may soon be a zombie. Otherwise you got it.

Caressing eggs is a damn fine pastime!

ghosty wrote:And funnily enough, I don't find that at all. Maybe it's just me, but I can remember more than four names.

I was just saying, mate, no need to be a dick. I heard others saying they weren't sure who was who, so I thought I would post since it was the same for myself.

FM Ninja 048 wrote:Guess who's back

If i understand correctly,
we got another car, then iced patrick, and are now all hiding in the fortress

ashton only has one arm now and jennifer now knows her fathers alive

am I right?

Welcome back Ninja,hope your not too upset that "Ashton" got a bit banged up. at least Jennifer is still Alive and kicking

I now return all of "Jeniffers" RP actions to Ninja.

halonachos wrote:OOC: Alright Fitzz, I'll look into changing it for story and character development. Just trying to find what his opinion is, oh wait, it was Shadow that wanted Keira to shoot Tom in the head right?

OOC: Well,Shadow doesn't so much "Want" Keira to shoot Tom in the head,as he (as I RP'd it) thinks if anyone else besides Keira does it,Keira and Bonzo will go balistic ( Or at least that was what I was trying to convey).

Tombstone followed Jennifer into the room in which Ashton was recuperating.

Jennifer walked to the side of the bed and placed her hand on his forehead, "He's warm" she said.

Tombstone nodded "We should get another dose of antibiotics in him."

Ashton opened his eyes,smiling a bit when he saw Jennifer,he spoke in a low, ragged voice " Safe." he coughed " Your..safe...I couldn't let that crazy feth in here...had to look out for you"

"Shh" Jennifer said " I'm fine...and that crazy guy,he's dead...you got him."

Ashton frowned " Looks like he...got me too" The man begin coughing again and Jennifer helped him sip some water.

"Your going to be ok" She said,wiping sweat from Ashtons forehead.

Ashton nodded " I'm ..tired..hot.."

Tombstone spoke " Your gonna be alright"He offered the man a tight grin " I'll get you something for the pain and something to bring that fever down too."

The Biker turned to Jennifer " Stay with him..I'll go get him some medicine and see if Keira wants to come up and check on him"

Tombstone left the room as Jennifer turned back to comfort Ashton.

Downstairs,the biker quickly gathered up a few pain killers,along with some penicillin capsules from one of the backpacks.

Daisy came out of the side room a moment later,she smiled at the biker and walked over to him.

" You were gone when I woke up" she said " But I figured you had gone on watch duty like ya'll had been talking about."

Tombstone nodded " Not much to watch ...nothing out there."

Daisy stared up at him " But...they'll come...sooner or later..they'll come ."

Tombstone nodded again.

"If you don't mind" Daisy said holding up the pistol Tombstone had left in the room " I'd like to hold on to this....just in case"

Tombstone removed his jacket,slipped the empty shoulder holster off and helped to adjust it to fit Daisy,he quickly checked the two spare magazines,insuring they were loaded.

" It's funny" Daisy said " I've never liked guns...or people who carry them" she shrugged and smiled " I guess that's changed"

She moved into Tombstones arms,holding him around the waist and looking up at him.

" I won't lie to you" she said " I'm scared...real scared" a tear ran down her cheek.

Tombstone kissed her and spoke " You'd be crazy if you weren't scared"

" Are you...scared."she asked.

Tombstone shrugged " I honestly don't know"

Daisy nodded " Maybe crazy is the best way to be...all things considerd"

" Maybe" the biker said." Come on..I need to get these pills up to Ashton"

The two headed towards the stairs...

Bonzo woke, he headed towards the stairs, seeing Tombestone there he took the time to make the remark 'GoTTa Be CrAZy tO LiVE In ThIS WorLD!' as he entered the stairwell.

OOC - Is downstairs food?

Great Unclean One wrote:Bonzo woke, he headed towards the stairs, seeing Tombestone there he took the time to make the remark 'GoTTa Be CrAZy tO LiVE In ThIS WorLD!' as he entered the stairwell.

OOC - Is downstairs food?

Bonzo was already downstairs. And there's probably some leftovers from last week til now in the bin..

Tom pulled a cup of tea over to him with difficulty. Sipping it thoughtfully he watched as the first rays of dawn began to creep over the distant trees. Not long now.

Yawning sleepily, he sipped again, whilst he watched the day break. There were no birds any more. The had all flown away. The dead silence of the dawn felt wrong, but it no longer mattered, as he'd be dead in a few hours. Tom glanced down at Keira, who was still asleep at his side. He was going to lose her. No, he was going to lose everything. The very thought stung, and made him feel queasy.

Bonzo staggered in, clutching his stomach and breathing raggedly. The gunshot wounds would heal quickly, but until then, the clown would have difficulty walking.

"Hey Bonzo..." Tom said, shocked by the tortured sound of his own voice.

The clown turned and smiled a crooked grin, all teeth but no humour.

"HeY TheRe, HoW aRe yA dOiNg?" Bonzo giggled between clenched teeth.

Tom maintained his stare for too long. It occurred to him he was staring like something, not someone. He shook his head vigorously, and yawned again.

"Bonzo, I don't want to die. Im scared."

The clown looked awkward, then changed the subject.

"HeY cHecK tHis oUt!" he chirped, before he grabbed a plate off the shelf and began to juggle it.

Tom watched as Bonzo tried to make him feel better. It wasn't working, but he tried to smile anyway.

A new dawn, Tom mused, I was bitten early yesterday, how long have i got now? Three, four hours?

The thought scared him, and he felt sick to the stomach once more.

Tombstone had almost reached the stairs when Daisy spoke.

" Shouldn't we see if Keira wants to come up and check Ashton?" she said.

The biker stopped,shaking his head to himself,hadn't he meant to do that?

"Yea,we should' Tombstone said,changing directions and heading for the kitchen.

As they entered,Tombstone saw that Tom was awake,sipping at a steaming cup...The biker thought that Tom looked considerably worse.
Keira had apparently fallen asleep at the foot of Toms chair.

Bonzo stood nearby them,spinning a plate on the tip of his finger,the clown shot Tombstone and Daisy a wary,defiant look as they entered the Kitchen.

" Careful..Careful ..We must step Carefully." Bonzo said to Tombstone through a clenched smile.

" Relax Buddy" Tombstone said,staring back at the juggling clown " We come in peace"

"Come in peace..leave in pieces" The clown giggled.

Daisy moved closer to Tombstone,her eyes locked on the clown.

Tombstone dismissed Bonzo entirely and grabbed a container of juice from the refrigerator.

The biker sat at the counter,Daisy sitting next to him,he poured some juice in a glass,sipped it and spoke.

" How you feeling Tom" the biker asked.

Tom glanced over the rim of his cup,cocking an eyebrow at Tombstone "Let's by pass the pleasantries..shall we,I'm sure you can tell be the look of me..I'm feeling quite gak."

Tombstone nodded "Fair enough."

Keira had opened her eyes and was staring from Tombstone to Bonzo.

The biker glanced at Keira " If your up to it...would you mind going up to check on Ashton."

Keira looked at the biker,her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Tombstone sighed " I promise you" he said lifting his hand over his heart " I'll be a good boy..I won't touch a hair on Toms head" The biker glanced over at the clown " His either".

Keira nodded,she rose and kissed Tom on the cheek,whispered something to him and turned to Bonzo " Please play nicely.'she said.

Bonzo smilled wide and laughed " Gotta be Nice To LiVe in this Kitchen." he said.

Keira looked puzzled,but nodded " I'll be right back." she said heading for the door.

Tombstone turned to Daisy " Go with her..see if she needs your help."

Daisy rose apprehensively " Are you sure." she asked.

Tombstone nodded "We" he said indicating Tom And himself " need to talk a bit."

The woman nodded and followed Keira out of the kitchen.

" Ok Tom" Tombstone said " I know you have to know what's happening to you...so...what do you suggest we do?"....

Tom shook his head.

"I thought I said we're gonna pass with the pleasantries. Don't stare at me incredulously either, I am in too much pain to fanny about."

Tombstone nodded curtly.

"I, am dying. Keira has been trying to fight the infection with, what i guess is every medicine known to man. As you can see, unless these are the side effects, it's really not working. But im not going to tell her to stop. Now, what you, and no doubt the others are thinking, is how are you going to deal with me when the time comes? Am I right?"

Tombstone nodded.

"Well. Im guessing you have got the conundrum of how to off me. My pal Bonzo here, whom I would readily sell my life to save, isn't the one to do it, as he'd either leave too much of a mess, or he'd not do it. He seems pretty protective. Which leads onto the next question. Who else?"

Tom stopped, and began to choke. His face contorted into a grimace of agony, and he clutched at his heart.

The pain passed.

"That.....that I think is my heart about to give out. I think iv'e got hours at most."

Bonzo had taken a step forward without realising it.

"Listen. I know you think Keira should do it... but i dont think she can. If she did, she wouldn't forgive herself. She already blames me..."

Tom looked off into the distance, and his eyes became suspiciously vacant, and almost glazed.

"Tom, stay in the premises!" growled Tombstone, who proceeded to shake Tom on the shoulder.

"Hmm? Oh, thanks. Yeah, she wont do it. Im not going to leave her emotionally ruined. And, if anyone else does it. Well, I think she might go monkey poo."

Tom smiled. It was unsettling.

"I have an idea. Maybe, maybe I was the one to end it?"

Tombstone shook his head.

"Wouldn't work. What if you turned before you could, and i think that might leave Keira just as traumatised as before."

Tom shut his eyes, and rubbed them with his unchained hand.

"I dunno. I'm scared of dying Bikerman. Im sure your not, and im sure your ready to go down fighting at any moment. Im not, im just some drugged up medicine drop out. I have so little, and so much to lose."

Tombstone looked on sadly. This man was going to die a way no man should.

Bonzo spoke up suddenly, in a surprisingly normal tone.

"Someone once said, when death stares you in the face, all you can do is stare back, and smile."

Tom looked at him.

"Thanks mate. I'll try and remember that when he comes a knocking."

Tombstone sighed.

"We got one or two choices here. Either, you shoot yourself when your still human, or you wait, and get someone to shoot you."

Tom looked up at the biker.

"Do whatever feels necessary. It wont matter."

OOC: how long do you think it will be 'till the random event? cos i have an idea of what would happen

OOC: I'm guessing it won't be long now until we have a random event.

I believe Silver is waiting for the "right moment" to spring it on us.


BIC:

Tombstone rubbed his eyes,stared up at the ceiling and spoke " I want you to know...none of us want to have to ...kill you".

Tom laughed,a small tierd laugh and stared at the biker "Remorse doesn't suite you...given what little I've pieced together about you...I believe you'll pull the trigger on me with no problem when...my time comes"

Tombstone paused,then nodded " I'll do what has to be done...yes,but..."

"You won't enjoy it?" Tom raised an eyebrow " What a pity."

Tombstone paused thinking " He's right...in all the years I've been...doing what I do...this was only the second time he was ...feeling pity."

" Don't second guess yourself bikerboy"Tom said "...I'm sure when I...change..I won't have any aversion to killing you...or...anyone." Toms bottom lip quivered a bit,and Tombstone knew he was thinking about Keira.

"Tom" the biker said " I know it's not much consilation...but...we will all look out for Keira after..."

Tom nodded,yes he understood...no,it wasn't much Consolation.

Bonzo spoke,rather calmly " I will protect her Tommy...I promise you that."

Tom looked up at Bonzo and managed a small smile " I know you will." he lapsed into a fit of retching and coughing.

Tombstone looked over at the clown " I want you to understand...I don't want to hurt Tom"

The clown stared at the biker,he smiled wide and begin to sing an old Rolling Stones song "...You can't always get what you want." Bonzo sang " No...you can't always get what you wannnttt".

Tombstone opened his flask and drank deeply.

Bwahaha!

*plots*

Guys jsut so you know-

Silver, Bwahahaing just makes you seem like an evil genius.

Just so you know i wont be posting till at earliest tomorrow afternoon. Hope that doesn't interject with evil scheming and the like.

As they moved towards the stairs,Keira looked over at Daisy,speaking softly " So..you've...thrown in with the biker..yes?"

Daisy nodded " He makes me feel safe...I'd be dead if he hadn't pulled me in that car...and.."she trailed off

"...And?" Keira prompted the young woman.

" And...oh it sounds stupid...but...I feel like he may need me as much as I need him"Daisy said.

"A symbiotic relationship then." Keira quipped.

Daisy paused halfway up the stairs,staring at Keira " If you want to call it that...I just think...feel..I can be his heart...I feel he hasn't had one for a long time."

" So you'll reform a ...killer" Keira snapped " Daisy..I can't tell you what to do...but that man...he's dangerous."

"I know that" Daisy said and shrugged " But...that's not all he is."

Keira shook her head, but said nothing.

The two women entered Ashtons room,Jennifer was standing along side the bed.

" He's unconscious" Jennifer said " his breathing is so..."

Keira walked quickly to were Ashton lay,placing a hand on his forehead,she winced " He's burning up...we have to get the fever down quickly"

Daisy rushed to the bathroom and returned with some cool wet towels,they placed them on Ashtons forehead and body.

Keira administered antibiotics and pain killers intravenously,and sighed " That's all I can do for now" she said.

Jennifer looked at the woman " will he live?" she asked.

Keira shook her head, " I honestly don't know"

Jennifer turned back to Ashton,saying nothing more to the women.

Daisy and Keira exited the room.

" You look troubled" Keira said to Daisy.

" I was just thinking" Daisy said.

" About that biker?" Keira asked

" No." Daisy shook her head " I was thinking...is it possible...that somehow during the operation...could Tom have somehow infected Ashton?"

Keira froze ..."No" she said " I don't...He took precautions..he..."

Daisy shook her head again " I know he did...but..could it have happened?"....

ghosty wrote:Guys jsut so you know-

Silver, Bwahahaing just makes you seem like an evil genius.

Just so you know i wont be posting till at earliest tomorrow afternoon. Hope that doesn't interject with evil scheming and the like.

OOC: I belive we should be able to RP around for a bit until you are able to post again Ghosty,incidentally..I was happy to see you had posted this A.M.

I've also,as anyone can clearly read,interjected the possibility (not confirmed) that poor Ashton may be infected as well...evil perhaps..but I felt it added a little "tension".

@ Silver..yes the Bwahahaing does make you come off like an evil genius...of course..I've always loved evil genius'

SilverMK2 wrote:Bwahaha!

*plots*

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:-loads shotgun again-

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

SilverMK2 wrote:Bwahaha!

*plots*

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:-loads shotgun again-

OOC: I'm thinking things around the "Fortress" could be getting a bit "interesting" soon.

BIC:

Tombstone left Tom and Bonzo in the Kitchen,feeling perhaps the two had things they would prefer to discuss with out him being around.

He entered the front room as Keira and Daisy came down the stairs,he noticed the worried look on both of their faces " What is it?" the biker asked

Dasiy started to speak,but Keira cut her off quickly " Ashtons fever is worse,he...he may not make it".

Tombstone hissed through gritted teeth," Feth me" he said "..and if he dies...he'll turn as well..right?"

Keira shook her head," We have no way of knowing that." she said " I don't know if this...condition occurs simply due to a person dying...or if the infection is passed through the bite."

"..Or Blood" Daisy said,Keira cut her a quick glance but said nothing.

" Were going to have to be cautious around Ashton as well then" Tombstone said " Just ...in case"

" I suppose you want to shoot him now as well" Keira snapped " Same as your waiting to shoot my Tom".

" Lady...let's get this clear" the biker said " If I wanted to shoot Tom..I'd have shot him by now..." his eyes narrowed and Keira took a step back

" Fact is." Tombstone continued " I don't want to shoot any one here...but...if they turn...do you see any alternative?...well,do you?" the biker tilted is head at Keira " If you have one...then perhaps you'd share it.."

Keira stared at the biker " I...don't have a fething alternative" she rushed into the bathroom,tears flowing down her face.

"Feth" Tombstone said under his breath.

Daisy put an arm around him " You have to let her make her peace with what...with whats happening to Tom"

" Peace with her man dying?" Tombstone asked.somewhat amazed at Daisys statement.

" If it were you...who had been bitten" Daisy said " Would you want to be walking around...be one of them?"

" No..I'd ...kill myself" The biker said.

" No hun." Daisy said " Don't think of it as killing...think of it as ending pain....if I got bit,,I'd pray for you to...love..care enough to end my pain."

The biker said nothing,but pulled Daisy closer to him.

Shadow yawned. He had just been dreaming. He'd been back there, with the others.. VFT, Spook, AK, Blade, Vengeance, Bazooka..
"Hah! Bazooka.. good times" Shadow said, grinning for the first time in a longtime..
"gak!"
He leaped out of bed, and almost pushed Daisy and Tombstone down the stairs.
"Feth me, Joe, what's the rush?" Tombstone smirked.
"Come with me" Shadow replied.
The three of them began down the stairs, but Shadow turned.
"No. You're not coming" he said to Daisy.
The girl glanced at Tombstone.
"It's OK, I'll be back in a minute.. maybe you should go and check on Keira?"
"Yeah.. I guess.." Daisy said, before heading back upstairs.
The two men continued onwards.
"So what is it that's so important?" Tombstone asked.
"Well.." Shadow began.


OOC: will continue later/tomorrow depending on what time I have, just posting this to stop any ninja'ing.

The laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag!

OOC: Curse the lag and all it's lagginess...wait..is that even a real word?

FITZZ wrote: OOC: Curse the lag and all it's lagginess...wait..is that even a real word?

Of course it is! Just like lagtard, lagisshite and fUlag.

IC:

"Well.. I think it's time I showed you the bunker. I don't trust anyone else enough yet, except perhaps Halon. Plus, there's Bob."
"..Bob?" Tombstone ventured.
"My cat."
"Right."
The two men advanced upon a bookshelf at the back of the lounge.
"Give me a hand with this" Shadow asked, and began to lift the book shelf. Tombstone helped him, and when it had been moved far enough Shadow said "stop."
Stepping back, they gazed upon a door that had atleast half a dozen locks on it.
"Impressive, soldier boy" Tombstone commented.
"It gets better" Shadow grinned.
After a few minutes the commando had unlocked, unbolted and unsealed the door, and opened it.
Shadow walked into the 'secret' room that looked out into the field, giving off a lovely view when it isn't boarded up. Tombstone followed.
"Close the door."
Tombstone turned, and pulled the door shut, and getting the idea, locked a bolt into place. Inside the room, there was some furniture; namely some chairs and a short glass table. There was a painting on the left wall (from the door), and Shadow lifted it up, to reveal the screw in the wall the painting had been attached to. Hanging from the screw on a short chain was a key, obscured when the painting was up. Shadow snatched up the key, and replaced the painting.
"Now what?" Tombstone mumbled.
"Move."
"What?"
"Move!" Shadow commanded, jesturing to the carpet they were standing on. The two men stepped off, and Shadow pulled the carpet back to reveal a metal trapdoor set into the wood. Tombstone watched as his host knelt down and slotted the key into a dusty lock that was attacked to the trap door. There was a click, and Shadow lifted the trapdoor up.

Tombstone had to hand it to him, captain commando took no chances, and his precautions were admirable.


OOC: I'll post the "grand tour" tomorrow. Kinda tyed your character up, FITZZ, which I apologies for if that is at all inconvinient for you.

OOC: No problem with Tombstone being "tied up" Dark,if I get the urge to RP I can always just have Daisy interacting with Keira or another Character.

Im loving the whole Bunker thing BTW.

OOC - Ohmygodit'sabunker!

Anyhow, I'll be posting tomorrow evensong, probably interacting with Tom/other stuff ^^

Daisy walked back up the stairs,a little let down at not being included in Shadows "secret".

" Still" she thought " should we really be keeping things secret around each other...secrets were probably what started this whole fething mess to begin with...government secrets...bio weapons?...who knew for sure."

She had gone with the others to the military base the night before to protest just such a things,to demand that the people be told the truth...all in all, she reflected,that had probably not been the best idea.

She sighed as she fell into a large couch "No point really worrying about all that now" she though." The reality was that...for whatever reason...all this WAS happening...maybe..if people survive..someone will be held accountable...but for now..surviving was what matters."

She laid back in the couch and thumbed the switch on the T.V remote..she was greeted by static,and was immediately reminded of that old movie...Poltergeist.."What was the line..the one the little girl said that was so creepy" Daisy thought " There Here..that was it" The young woman shook her head "yes they certainly were here weren't they".

She flipped the channels,finally finding a station that was on the air.

The newsman was a mess,his clothing torn,blood stained his shirt and he looked as though he had just spent the last few days staring straight into hell.

Daisy supposed that in a way..he had.

She turned up the volume and listened to the report.

" This is Scott Prichard...I'm reporting to you live from inside the mega dome,where we...along with thousands of others have taken shelter."

The camera panned around the sports stadium,showing a sea of scared faces.

"people from all across the city have made their way here,in a desperate attempt to escape from the growing army of"the man paused "Walking dead."

The reporter walked over to a military man,the soldier was speaking to several others and looked slightly annoyed at the news mans intrusion.

"Sir..if I could have a quick word with you"the reporter said shoving the microphone towards the soldier.

The soldier,obviously irritated spoke quickly " I don't have time for an interview..we have a serious situation here in case you didn't notice".

The hews man continued,unfazed by the soldiers statement " Sir..could you perhaps elaborate on the situation..for our viewers at home".

The soldier dropped his head,lifted it and spoke " As it is ..we estimate about ten thousand people have taken shelter here..perhaps more...our resources are critically low..and we do not advise anyone to seek shelter here" The soldier continued " we have just under 400 troops from mixed National Guard and regular army units here,along with about a hundred police officers..were doing our best to protect the citizens who have taken up refuge here."

The reporter continued his questions " Do you have any estimates as to how many of...those things are out there?"

"Son" the soldier said "Why don't you step outside and count them if your so interested."

"But" The reporter continued " Do your superiors have a plan..is there any help coming".

The soldier sighed " We are attempting to organize some sort of retrieval here...but the sheer mass of citizens..along with the many...targets outside,will make matters difficult"

" Then perhaps help is on the way?" the reporter asked,almost pleading

" If I were you son" the soldier said " I'd settle back for a long day."

The reporter attempted to ask another question,but the group of solders walked away.

" And there you have it...a desperate situation unfolding here at the Mega Dome...this is Scott Prichard live..returning you to the newsroom".

The picture froze for a moment and was then replaced by a older man sitting behind a large desk.

" Thank you Scott" the man said "..and good luck to you" the man went on " Reports of similar activities are starting to come in from around the globe...it appears this crisis is spreading...and only time will tell if it can be contained".

Daisy flicked the television off,lowered her head and quietly cried.

Keira stepped into the room,seeing Daisy holding her face in her hands,her body racked with her sobbing.

Keira sat next to Daisy on the couch,the young woman looked up at her,tears spilling down her cheeks.

" What..is it?" Keira asked " was it that..Tombstone..did he..hurt you?"

Daisy shook her head and spoke to the woman " No..I'm crying because..it's what makes us worth saving..as a species..that's going to end up killing us."

Keira blinked at the young woman,not fully understanding " What do you mean hun?"

" I was watching a news report" Daisy said " They were showing a whole load of survivors...all hiding in that big sports stadium downtown."

Keira nodded "The Mega Dome..right"

Daisy shrugged "yes that one...anyway,the camera showed alot of survivors,all huddled together...and..alot of them had been hurt..probably bitten."

Keira shook her head " I don't get you hun...what"

Daisy cut her off " People were trying to take care of the wounded...but...all those wounded are going to change...turn into those things...and all the people that tried to help them...their going to die."

Keira shook her head.

"Don't you see" Daisy said " Their compassion is whats going to get them killed...our compassion,caring for each other as a species...it's going to get everyone killed...yet it's what makes us worth saving."

Keira stared at the young woman,tears now fell from her eyes as she finally understood what Daisy had meant.

" I'm so very sorry about your man Keira" Daisy said crying harder.

Keira hugged the young woman to her,"Shhh hun." she soothed " We are going to get through this..somehow."

Daisy looked at Keira,and whipped her eyes " we will...but at what price?"...


"Perhaps" Keira said " people like ...your man Tombstone..and..that other fellow..Shadow..are better suited for ..the world as it's become".

Daisy nodded ,whipping tears away...

Halon panned the gatling back and forth, keeping his eyes fresh by glancing in different directions. If his eyes got bored, he wouldn't see as clearly and that would be bad as he was the watch.

Halon was humming along to a song he was listening to on an ipod or knock-off ipod or whatever it was. It was filled with some metal and classic rock, so he was satisfied with it.

One ear had a bud in it, the other was clear and open. Nothing was moving around, it was getting incredibly dull and almost upsetting. He had been left all alone in the "tower" and could think clearly about what was going on.

"Well, if he's turned no one's shot him yet and no one's been eaten yet. I would've heard a scream or a gunshot." Halon thought.

"I wonder what they decided to do, nothing too drastic I hope."

Halon's mind began to wander to his past, "TOWER, GET DOWN HERE!" he quoted in his head. "Oh, that's a good thing to look out for perhaps." he thought as he began glancing towards the sky as well. He had remembered a scene from Starship Troopers where the bugs were attacking an outpost and the flying ones attacked by cutting the troopers' heads off.

"Yeah, that wouldn't be fun." Halon thought as he began thinking about resident evil.

"Fething flying birds infected and infecting people." He continued "Great, now I'm getting fething paranoid.".

The wind picked up and Halon thought he had heard something, but upon looking, he found nothing in the area. He looked through a spotting scope and saw nothing.

"Yeah, I'm getting fething paranoid.".

OOC:

I was wondering if anyone else was beginning to put "Movie faces' on to our characters?

I know that as the story grows,I an defiantly "seeing" each Character.

Now,honestly,I have no idea why I've attached each character to the particular "actor/actress" I have,but the following is how I now " in vision' each Character...hope no one is offended.

Tombstone-The Kurgan from the Highlander movie,Clancy Brown.

Daisy-Drew Barrymore...with long dark hair.

Tom-Simon Pegg/Shuan of the Dead

Keira-Dina Meyers/Starship troopers.

Shadow-Michael Blehn/Kyle Reese from the original Terminator film.

Halon-A young Ewan McGregor/Phantom Menace

Ashton-Jason Statham/Crank

Jennifer-Kate Beckinsale/ Underworld

K-Christopher Knight/Peter on the Brady Bunch.

Vikky-Kate Winslet/TiTanic.

Bonzo-- A cross between Violent J from ICP and the Actor who plays the Thing in the Fantastic 4 movies.

Anyone else care to share how they are "seeing" the characters?

interesting, that. Personally, I haven't made any 'connections' like that, I view each character as.. *thinks*... well, I guess you could say I see the whole RP as its own movie with its own characters.

IC:

Shadow reached inside and to the left, feeling his way around the floor/ceiling, depending on your perspective, and he quickly found the switch. He pressed the button, and there was a click, a fizz, and then a low hum as the generator powered up. Mere seconds later, the gloom of the bunker was gone, and Shadow could once again see inside. There was a ladder, and Shadow climbed down it, Tombstone following.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tombstone turned around, and looked around the bunker complex. They were in a large room, but instead of wall, the perimeter of the bunker was pure rock.
Shadow glanced at him. "Better than concrete."
The biker nodded. Looking around some more, he saw there was a long wooden dining table, with six seats at each side and one at each end. The wood looked expensive, like teak or oak or something. Feth, what do I know about wood? Feth, what do I care? Tombstone thought. There was also many cabinets and crates lying around the room, labelled "food", "drink", "plates/cups etc" and other such things.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Shadow walked into the left room.
"You're gonna love this, biker boy."
An anticipated look crossed Tombstone's face as he entered the room.
"Well feth me, Captain commando."
The room was laden with weapons - knives, daggers, swords, switch-blades, shotguns, machine guns, semi-automatic and automatic guns, AT weapons, mines, razorwire, grenades, G-Ls, another gatling, a chainsaw, sniper rifles amongst others, and even more crates of ammo. Infact, the room was so full, it was almost impossible to traverse.
"This" Shadow said, "is why Patrick had to die."
Tombstone nodded. A rare feeling crossed Tombstone's mind: surprise. "I've got enough ammo to arm the Taliban for months the biker remembered what G.I. Joe had said. No kidding.
Shadow then lead Tombstone to the six bedrooms, each with two beds in them.


OOC: Give us your worst, Silver.

It wasn't often that Tombstone was honestly amazed,his many years as the Satans Servents button man had left him feeling as though he had seen it all in most situations.

In the case of Shadows "bunker" however,the biker was truly awe struck.

Shadow had horded enough canned food,MREs and water down here to last a dozen people for years,there were sleeping quarters,even a room filled with various electronics,including what appeared to be every movie ever made on DVD and lord knew what else.

And the weapons area,Tombstones head spun like a child's on Christmas morning,never.. even in all his years riding with the most dangerous motor cycle club in America, he had never seen so many weapons in one place...Tombstone honestly belived that Shadows comment about supplying the Taliban with weapons and ammo for months was an understatement,he had enough fire power & ammo here to take over a small country,and enough explosives to blow a hole in the world.

The biker felt a shudder thinking what would have happened had one of Patricks grenades detonated down here.

Tombstone let out a long,appreciative whistle," Holy jumping feth brother" he said to Shadow "Were you planning on declaring war on the world?"

Shadow smiled " Nope"he said " I just wanted to be ready in case the world declared war on me."

Tombstone laughed " Well..you sure in hell are." the biker said,running his fingers over a .50 cal machine gun as though it were Daisy's thigh. "In fact..the only thing I don't see here is a fething battle tank."

Shadow laughed " I couldn't get down the stairs...so I took it back."

Tombstone laughed,but honestly wasn't sure if Shadow had been joking or not..

" With your permission" Tombstone asked,indicating the many weapons.

Shadow nodded " Help yourself Bro..there's plenty to go round."

Tombstone unslung his shoulder holsters and quickly found a newer,better set,3 magazine pouches affixed to each... he also picked up two matching Beretta 9mm pistols ,to this he added 8 magazines.

"Those are special opps mags" Shadow smiled " 9mm,20 rounds each"

Tombstone smiled from ear to ear,he replaced his Mossberg shotgun with a Spaz 12 "street sweeper",but opted to keep his HK MP5,adding a few extra magazines for that as well.

He picked up a MP5 SD,a smaller version of his MP5,and grabbed a few magazines & tactical gear for it.

"For Daisy" he said to Shadow with a shrug.

" Why you romantic schemer" Shadow laughed " I'm sure she'll be all a flutter."

" Nothing says You matter to me,quite like an SMG" Tombstone laughed.

"So..." Shadow said,complettly serious again "...have you spoken to Keira?"

Tombstone quickly filled his friend in on the conversation in the kitchen,as well as updating him on both Tom and Ashtons conditions.

Shadow hissed through his teeth "we should go back up now...check to see if the gak has gotten any worse."

The two men headed back up the stairway....

OOC: I'm assuming we will have an event happening soon?

I would load my shotgun again, but it broke with all the ammo I put in it .
-loads..uh..pea shooter-

halonachos wrote:

Zombies at Starbucks...I'd pay to see that.

Sorry guys, my computer at home has died.

I will try to fix it tonight when I get home, but if that fails, I will read through the thread and post up an event tomorrow at work.

Or re-assemble my other computer and post on that.

SilverMK2 wrote:Sorry guys, my computer at home has died.

I will try to fix it tonight when I get home, but if that fails, I will read through the thread and post up an event tomorrow at work.

Or re-assemble my other computer and post on that.

Bad luck.. hopefully you backed everything up.. if not.. ouch.

Annnnnyway.. I predict the future: "..and then Halon saw zombies.."

well this is perfect, i come back from my holidays and have nothing to do as nothings happening :(

I know i could have other character interactions but i can't think of any

FM Ninja 048 wrote:well this is perfect, i come back from my holidays and have nothing to do as nothings happening :(

I know i could have other character interactions but i can't think of any

Join in with all the girl chats!

JK, we really don't want any moar of those..

Wonder what Silver's got for us this time..

Tom zombification?
Zombie attack?
Other survivors/possibly infected?
PM Cereal?!
Asteroids crashing into the earth?
Terrorists?
Crashing airplanes?

*waits*

Ok, got my 'puter working again.

**EVENT!**

Tombstone reluctantly turned away from what could possibly be the happiest room he had ever been in - he cast his eyes over the neatly stacked racks of weapons and ammo as Shadow slid the door across. "Can't risk an accident, even with 20ft of rock all around us" he said as he locked down the catch. Tombstone nodded his agreement.

Then Shadow paused and cocked his head. "Hey, did you hear that?" he asked. "Hear what?" said Tombstone, trying to make anything out over the soft hum of the air filtration system.

"Damn." said Shadow as he raced towards the main hatch "Sounded like a scream!"

"Feth..." muttered Tomb as he quickly followed Shadow back to the house.

***

In the kitchen Tom was dragging his chair and half the furniture behind him as he tried to get at Daisy and Vikky. His dead eyes locked on his prey and a feral moan escaping his lips.

Vikky screamed again as Tom lunged at her, stepping back out into the hallway but tripping over the lintel as she did so, hitting her head on the far wall and knocking herself unconscious. Tom slowly dragged himself closer, the handcuffs cutting deep into his flesh, almost ripping down to the bone.

"Vikky!" shouted Daisy as she tried to rush to her aid. Tom suddenly turned towards her and tried to grab her but she stumbled back out of his reach.

"Help! Please! Somebody!" she shouted as Tom began to slowly chase her around the kitchen again.

Ok campers! Everyone in the house, please PM me your preferred responses - do you hide? Fight? Rush in? Try to restrain Tom? Help Vikky? Etc?

Just a brief synopsis of how your character would react please. If you want any suggestions as to what to do, just ask via PM.

I will put a list on this post for everyone who is involved just so you know who will be doing the event.

This EVENT may well lead to PLAYER FATALITY!

Players involved:
Tombstone
Daisy
Keira
Shadow
Halon
Jennifer
K
Bonzo

OOC:...And here we...Go.

I already sent my PM, I voted to have something happen, something awesome.

OOC: My PM ( Actually 2 PMs) have been sent.

*** Cry Havoc...and let slip the Events of Silver!!!***

I know what happens.

Oh Ryl'leh? I predict splosions but nice use of the Joker line there Fitzz.

Oh crap. It seems Shadow left his shotgun somewhere.. nevermind, he has weapons in every cabinet that noone would suspect...

PM sent

I think I've got everyones reply now, so I will write up the event when I get home (though I have a couple of key events floating about in my head already).

SilverMK2 wrote:I think I've got everyones reply now, so I will write up the event when I get home (though I have a couple of key events floating about in my head already).

You haven't got mine.

Nevermind, you've got mine now. But this bloody lag really needs to be sorted out..

Just realised that I'm still waiting on ghosty's reply

I'll give him a bit longer before PM'ing him.

OOC:...It's the suspense that gets me.

Uh oh Spaghetti oh!

ghosty wrote:Whoops!

The entire future of a house full of survivors hangs in the balance and all you have to say is "Whoops!"??

JK

He could've said "Uh oh spaghetti oh.".

halonachos wrote:He could've said "Uh oh spaghetti oh.".

Well...considering the event is taking place in the kitchen..perhaps a food reference would have been more appropriate...then again...perhaps whoops is a bit better when it comes to describing the whole "kitchen event".

However...I may be completely overthinking the whole Whoops/Uh oh spaghetti oh quesstion..perhaps.

Did you pop online just to reply to that? You must have super RP senses or something.

So editing it to uh oh now

**EVENT RESOLUTION!**

"Help! Please! Somebody!" Shouted Daisy as Tom began to slowly chase her around the kitchen again.

K stepped into the corridor leading to the kitchen and immediately spotted Vikky lying prone on the ground, a dark pool of blood forming under her head. “Vikky!” He shouts as he runs towards her, kneeling at her side and stroking her face with his hand “Are you ok?” In his concern for Vikky he fails to notice the scene in the kitchen.

Bonzo finished making a paper origami cat out of a page from the phone book and carefully set it down next to its brothers and sisters. He stood and stretched, cracking his neck and knuckles before walking jauntily towards the screams, stopping only to pick up his chainsaw.

Halon could hear the noise from below but decided that there were enough people down there already – one more would only add to the confusion. Besides, with all that noise going on it was bound to attract any zombies in the area and so it was best he stayed on watch.

Jennifer frowned at the noise coming from downstairs, glancing at Ashton to make sure he was still asleep. His ragged breathing was still a concern, but he didn’t seem like he had noticed the disturbance. Grabbing her gun from the table besides her she quietly slipped from Ashton’s room and made her way downstairs.

Daisy continued to duck away from Tom, occasionally screaming and shouting as she stumbled over the increasingly broken furniture littering the kitchen. In her distress she had completely forgotten the pistol she now carried.

As Shadow and Tombstone reached the main house, Tombstone put his hand on Shadow’s shoulder “Slow it down, soldier boy.” Shadow stopped just short of the locked door between the hidden room and the rest of the house. “You know as well as I do what is going on, and the potential clusterfeth that’s going to be waiting for us when we get in there.” Shadow stood for a second in thought before nodding.

“Yeah, there’s no telling what the hell will go down if one of us kills Tom… or what used to be Tom…” Tombstone stepped up to the hidden door and opened the locks.

“Come on, we still need to get in there and make sure everyone’s all right.” He said, thinking of Daisy. He shook his head as these unaccustomed feelings continued to weave their way into his mind, and perhaps even his heart. “Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page.”

Bonzo strode into the kitchen. “LooKs Like someone ForGOT to cUt youR sTrInGs, little pUpPet!” he said as he took a step towards Tom. “CaN yoU danCE foR Me liTtLe pUppEt?”

He stepped between Tom and Daisy and danced and twirled, leading Tom away from Daisy. “BeTTer rUn little peTal!” he said to Daisy as she watched him with an open mouth. She turned and ran out into the hallway. Bonzo took Tom’s outstretched and grasping hand, twirling around him and laughing.

Daisy ran through the house, looking for Tombstone and passed Keira in her search. Keira was slowly walking towards the kitchen, her pistol drawn. Daisy looked at her but could see that she’d steeled herself against what was coming so carried on after giving Keira a look of sympathy.

Jennifer came down the stairs and saw Keira and Daisy in the hallway. Daisy shook her head at Jennifer, stopping her on the bottom step. She rested her hand on Jennifer’s arm. “It’s OK, she know what she has to do.”

“She’d better” whispered Jennifer as she watched Keira step towards the kitchen door.

Shadow and Tombstone emerged from the secret room and joined Daisy and Jennifer in the hallway. Tombstone wrapped Daisy in one of his arms, keeping his gun arm free – just in case. They all watched Keira step into the kitchen. They could see K and Vikky at the other door into the kitchen. Shadow frowned “Are they ok?” he said to no one in particular. He glanced over at Tomb and nodded before hurrying over to where K was huddling over Vikky, looking like a lamb who had lost its mother. He drew K to one side and pulled a field aid kit from the underside of the hallway table and applying a dressing to Vikky’s head. “Don’t worry K, head wounds always look worse than they are.” K stood looking down at Vikky, seemingly lost in his concern for her.

Behind him in the kitchen, Bonzo was continuing to distract Tom from seeking out human flesh in the form of the houses inhabitants. He stopped as Keira came into the room. He honked a little horn forlornly as he took in her expression. “It’S oK dEar, I’ve BeEn KEEping him ComPaNy.” Keira nodded and smiled. “Thanks Bonzo – I knew I could count on you to keep him safe.” She hesitated. “If I could have a moment alone with him?” Bonzo nodded and ducked under Tom’s grasp, heading out of the kitchen.

Tom continued to try and chase Bonzo before noticing Keira. His moaning growl deepened as he dragged himself and his mound of furniture ever closer to her.

“I love you Tom. I know you had your ups and downs; you had more than your share of problems and faults, but I loved you for them, for the way you fought against them, for the person you are and would have become. No matter what, I will always love you. No matter what you may have done in your life, you never deserved this. Never this.” She raised her pistol.

“I love you Tom.”

In the attic, Halon heard a single shot and then silence. He shook his head. “Poor b******” he muttered to himself as he scanned the approach to the house for zombies. The door to the room he was sitting in was pushed open. He turned. “Hey Ashton – didn’t know you were up and… OH FE…”

Ashton rapidly staggered towards Halon, his glazed eyes fixed on his throat, lips pulled back from his gaping maw. Halon attempted to rise from his seat but Ashton was on him in an instant and his rush across the room caused them both to fall against the window sill. Halon cried out in pain as his hip struck the hard wood, and then in terror as the pair of them tipped out of the window and onto the sloped roof.

Halon tried to simultaneously fend off Ashton whilst trying to slow his descent – one hand gripped around Ashton’s throat, the other desperately scrabbling for purchase on the shingles. They reached the edge of the roof and time seemed to slow as Halon felt himself tip once again. He screamed as they both hurtled towards the ground.

As they fell the pair rotated and for the first time Halon had the upper hand. They smashed into the ground, Ashton’s reanimated corpse absorbing most of the blow; his neck snapped as he hit the ground and his ribs buckled as Halon landed on top of him. The brain, now severed from the body, continued to force the mouth to snap at Halon but was otherwise unable to attack him.

Halon rolled off Ashton and laughed – he didn’t seem to be hurt at all.

A low moan quickly sobered him and he sat up, looking for the source of the sound. He didn’t have to look for long; a large crowd of zombies was advancing on the house; on HIM. “Oh feth…”

PLAYER FATALITIES
Tom is now dead.
Ashton is now a zombie but is immobile on the front lawn/drive.



Hope you have enjoyed this event, I tried to mix in as many people’s responses in as possible – I hope that you feel your character was RP’d as you would have liked.

Any C&C, please feel free to post in the thread or PM me.

SilverMK2 wrote: In her distress she had completely forgotten the pistol she now carried.

stupid hippies

good resilotion though, i'm kinna glad I only have one character now

only thing wrong is jennifer steps into the kitchen and dissapers

seems relatively apropriate

OOC: Mwahaha

IC: Keira watched Tom stumble forwards. She had never handled a pistol before, but she had managed to hit him between the eyes. A thin line of blood dribbled from the wound, and ran down the front of Tom's face. Tom stumbled and fell to his knees, his eyes still fixated on the now trembling girl in front of him. Then, with a slow sigh, he dropped to the ground, and stopped moving. Keira dropped the pistol, and sank to the ground, crying softly. She didn't hear the sounds of people trying to comfort, nor the yells of the men preparing to fight. All she could hear, over and over, was the gunshot, the sound reverberating forever in her head.

I was hoping for more of a storm down the stairs kick the door in and them unload like 20 bullets into tom, jennifer is an ice queen though so the emotional way was probably better

FM Ninja 048 wrote:only thing wrong is jennifer steps into the kitchen and dissapers

She is in the hallway with Tomb and Daisy, looking into the kitchen.

OOC: @ Silver

" Shadow and Tombstone emerged from the secret room and joined Daisy and Jennifer in the hallway. Tombstone wrapped Daisy in one of his arms, keeping his gun arm free – just in case. They all watched Jennifer step into the kitchen. They could see K and Vikky at the other door into the kitchen. "

I belive what Ninja is referring to can be found in the above paragraph,a slight mistype as I am assuming you meant to write "They all watched Keira step into the kitchen."...not Jennifer.

As far as the event resolution itself...what can I say,I thought it was great...although I find myself feeling sorry for Tom and Keira.

Bonzos actions were hysterical and quite cinematic,and Ashton and Halon floping out of the window and off the roof was great.
All in all nicely done.

Tombstone rushed for the front doorway,from outside he heard Halon yelling.
The biker flung the door open and was momentarily stunned by the amount of ghouls he saw closing on the house..."Feth" He thought "There must be a hundred of them"

Tombstone lifted the Spaz 12 and rapidly fired off several rounds,knocking a dozen or more zombies sprawling.

" C'mon man run!" the biker shouted at Halon,who was on his feet and scrambling for the house.

A roar of gunfire came from Tombstones right,and he jumped as he watched Ashtons head disintegrated.

He glanced over and saw Jennifer holding her smoking weapon,the woman looked at Tombstone evenly " I owe him that much" she said.

The Biker nodded and slung his shotgun,tossing his MP5 to Halon and drawing his twin 9mm pistols .

"Let's light these fething bags of gak up!" Tombstone shouted.

With Halon kneeling in combat position between them,the trio unleashed a hail of bullets into the oncoming horde of flesh eaters,dropping dozens with well placed shots.

" There's too fething many of 'em" Halon shouted "We need to fall back."

Tombstone thought for a second as he slapped fresh magazines into his pistols "Where the feth is Shadow??!"

His answer came in the deafening roar of the Gatling gun from up stairs.

The three watched as dozens of ghouls where almost liquefied under the furious fire of the weapon.

Halon broke into a fit of laughter and opened fire into the jittering horde,dropping a zombie or two of his own.

Tombstone roared at the zombies as they were pulverized under the steady stream of bullets Shadow was loosing from the upstairs window.

" You wanna eat something you sorry pieces of gak!!" the biker yelled " Well eat that..eat that you mother fethers!!" he fired his pistols and howled in fury at the ghouls.

Upstairs,the Gatling gun went quite,apparently Shadow had fired it dry,as he had begun firing shotgun rounds out of the window.

"Better get your asses inside." Shadow yelled down " I need to reload the big bastard."

Halon and Jennifer ducked back into the house,Tombstone stood...facing the three or four dozen zombies that still advanced on the house.

" Dirty..stinking..rotten..FETHERS!!" the biker roared,placing round after round through the skulls of each shambling corpse.

" Tombstone!!" Shadow yelled down at his friend "Get your ugly ass back in the fething house!!"

Tombstone fired another round through the face of a zombie who was now less than three yards away,the ghouls skull exploded in a spray of bone,blood and brain.

"Coming dear!!" Tombstone yelled back to Shadow,as the biker stepped into the house and slammed and bolted the door behind him.

Daisy rushed into Tombstones arms,hugging him fiercely.

Tombstone lifted her gaze to meet his,he spoke calmly ,but with emphasise on each word.

" You could have died in that kitchen" The biker said "That gun strapped to your side isn't for decoration."

I...didn't want to have to shoot him." Daisy said,a tear sliding down her cheek " I didn't want to hurt Keira".

Tombstone nodded,but continued to speak " Do you think it would have made Keira feel good to watch him rip your fething guts out and eat them?'

Daisy trembled,realizing what could have happened in that kitchen "No" she said "..But..I'm not ..I'm not like you"

Tombstone nodded again " I glad your not" the biker said " But..you have to understand..if you don't pull the trigger...they will pull you apart...me to ..since I'd probably get myself killed trying to save your ass."

" I don't want you to die." Daisy said.

"I don't want me to die either." Tombstone said grinning.
" So...for both our sakes..shoot when the time comes for you to do it."

The woman nodded.

"In fact" Tombstone said " Come with me".

The biker led the woman upstairs and into the "tower"

Shadow was reloading the Gatling gun and looked up as the two entered the room.

" That was some very fine shooting my friend" Tombstone said to Shadow.

" I aim to please" Shadow said "..Get it? AIM to please" he stared at Tombstones expression " Feth you" Shadow laughed " You want good jokes...or good fire support?"

The two men laughed.

" So" Shadow said,staring at Daisy " what brings this lovely young lady up here?"

" Shes going to learn to blow zombies heads off" Tombstone said.

Shadow lifted an eyebrow "Sounds like fun."

A moment later,Daisy was standing with Tombstone behind her,an Ar-15 in her hands.

" Sight in..on that ugly fethers head" Tombstone said pointing at an obese ghoul bellow them in the yard.

" Squeeze the trigger" the biker said " Don't pull it."

The young woman fired,but the shot was off hitting the zombie in his considerably large stomach.

" You have to relax babe" Tombstone said "take a breath..sight in..and squeeze."

The weapon roared and the top of the fat zombies head exploded.he tumbled over into the yard.

" There you go!" Tombstone smiled hugging the woman closely " Ok...see that one...the one in the Hanna Montana shirt?...blow her face off."

Again the young woman fired the weapon and again a ghoul fell over,it's brains exiting from it's ruined skull.

For the next thirty minutes Tombstone coached the woman in the fine art of dealing death,when he was certain she had overcome her squeamishness about firing the weapon at a moving target..he stopped.

" Now" the biker said " I want..I need for you to do that..any time one of those fethers gets anywhere around you."

Daisy turned to Tombstone,looking up at him smiling.

" Whats the smile for?" Tombstone asked.

" I think I'm going to be thanking you alot later" Daisy smiled wider.

From behind them Shadow muttered " Dear lord..I wish she'd just shoot me..." he looked up at Tombstone and grinned as the biker smiled and flipped him off.

@ Fitzz - Ah, I see now

Corrected.

Vikky felt she was falling, as if into a deep hole. Falling, falling...

Suddenly, she started to slow down, slower and slower, and then she stopped. She was now in a small room, with a round wooden table in the middle. The table had an assortment of tasty pastry dishes. Chocolate cakes, cupcakes, doughnuts, pies, etc. Vikky was horrified by the site.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO" she screamed, bashing on the walls, trying to get out, completely overlooking a door just alittle to her left.

She heard a sound from behind her, and turned around instinctively. SPLAT! A chocolate mudcake flew off the table and flew at her and hit her, icing side first, into her lips mouth. She screamed, and went to wipe it off with her dress, when she stopped for a sec.

Dress?

She found that she was now wearing a long, frilly white dress. As she admired it, a bagel narrily missed her head, and she ran through the door, without opening it.

"Where am I?" she thought to herself

"Ohh god, ohh god, I'm late!" came a voice from behind her.

She turned around, and she saw a rather well dressed rabbit, frantically looking at a golden pocket watch.

"Mr Rabbit, is everything ok?" she asked the rabbit.
"ONLY IF I EAT THE SOULS OF A THOUSAND WELL KNOW LATE NIGHT TALK SHOW HOSTS" the Rabbit decreed, shocking Vikky and making her fall over backwards.
"I... uhhhh w-will go over this way" she said, crawling away slowly
"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING, YOU'RE FIRST!!!"
"But I'm not a talk show host of any renown" she said, not sure what 'renown' meant
"LOOOOOOOOOOOKKKK" the rabbit pointed at a stump, and Vikky looked into it, because she always does what well dressed talking rabbits tell her to.

"And we're back on Yoki Torrie, with your host, VIKKY!!!"

"Hi guys, and welcome back tooo..."
YOKI TORRIE!!!
"We're here with our very special guest, world chess champion, K!!!!
The crowd applauses loudly, as K walks in, although, he is missing his right arm, instead of his left.

Vikky looks away from the stump.

"WELL? PREPARED FOR YOUR FATE?"
"I most certainly am!" Vikky said, staring into his glowing red eyes, with a grin "That stump you showed me had me totally... stumped... for about 10 seconds. It's wrong, a lie if you will. K is missing his left arm, not his right! Also, he's too shy to be on a talk show, and a crowd on a talk show cheering a chess champion? Come on!"

The rabbit laughed, and laughed. It's laugh sounding more and more demonic.
"YOU'RE RIGHT, BUT I'VE DECIDED TO EAT YOUR SOUL ANYWAY!!!"

Her smirk disappered "Ohhh, kay..."

She slowly backed away from the rabbit, as it continued laughing again, but it was growing larger and larger. Vikky especially noticed the teeth and claws growing larger and sharper. She turned and ran away from the rabbit, and it was still laughing.

"RUN RABBIT, RUN!!"

OOC: Sorry if it seems OT, it's important and I'm building up to a point. I'm pretty sure

She's mad.

Atleast she'll fit in now..

Anyways, nice RPing guys, but I would've thought that the razorwire and minefield might have stopped some of the Ghouls.. or maybe they just walked on the pathway up to the door.. like good little undead.

And, Silver, what's happened to the car and the truck? Personally I'd like to say they haven't got a scratch on them.. but I'll leave it up to you whether to rule if they got eaten/shot or whatever.


(I guess this is goodbye car )

Actually, it's a dream

Drk_Oblitr8r wrote:Actually, it's a dream

I know that. /facepalm?

Anyway, I'll post..later..

and y'all remember, this isn't a fortress for nothing. Lock the door and you should be fine for a day or two .

Darkvoidof40k wrote:And, Silver, what's happened to the car and the truck? Personally I'd like to say they haven't got a scratch on them.. but I'll leave it up to you whether to rule if they got eaten/shot or whatever.

Well, you did hose down the front yard with a gatling gun and small arms fire, so I will leave it to your imagination as to what state they are in

Though if you imagine them to be in working order (if a little battered and covered in zombie gibs) that is up to you.

As to the minefield and razorwire - meh

IC:

Looking out of the window, Shadow saw the minefield that had no mines in it cause they'd all have died earlier if there had been one, and at the razorwire with zombies stuck on it.

Shadow finished reloading the gatling gun. He glanced at Halon.
"Your turn."
Halon smiled, just like any normal person should when they see a big gun during a zombie apocalypse. Even without the zombie apocalypse it should make them smile..
"Biker boy, we gotta organise the rest of the group" Shadow said.
Tombstone nodded, and the two men headed downstairs, Daisy in tow. No sooner had the got down the first flight of stairs did 'Big B' sing again. They reached the ground floor. Bonzo was pressing against the door, and a moaning could be heard from outside.
"Feth. Halon can't get the ones at the door."
"Relax, captain commando, I got this" Tombstone calmy stated, gesturing for the clown to move. Bonzo abliged. Shadow got the idea, and unlocked all of the locks. He struggled to hold the door closed as Tombstone drew his pistols.
"Now!" the biker shouted.
Shadow dived, and pulled the door open with him. A hail of shots flew over his head, hitting the first two ghouls at the door. Shadow rolled to his feet, unsheathed his hunting knife, and rammed it into the face of a zombie. He pulled his weapon out and the zombie fell to the floor, a hole in its face. Holding his weapon downwards, he slashed out, cutting another undead's face. It moaned at him, before it was sent back to hell with two shots from Tombstone's pistols. Shadow kicked a zombie backwards, pushing the other zombie with it, sending them back a few metres. Seconds later, they were blasted into tiny pieces from above, Halon gleefully shouting, "have some of that you bastards!"
Looking around, Shadow saw no more zombies. He turned back to Tombstone.
"Right, time to go to ground."



OOC: At this point in time, Alek's "not-so-much-a-fortress" would've been overrun by hundreds of zombies.. so are we saying his character is dead or are we PMing him and giving Cereal a slight chance to rescue his character?

OOC - Hey guys, sorry, I've been on holiday and didn't know I had internets, I'll probably be able to post in the evenings up to Saturday, then after Monday, every day.

IC - Bonzo walked into the kitchen, putting his chainsaw down on the table, he bent down to console Kiera. "It'S AlRIGHt LitLLE ChiCK, YoUL hAVe AnoTHer HanDSOme PrInCe SomEDay" and proceeded to open the fridge and juggle with some random food.

Hearing the sound of the firefight coming from the front of the house, he picked up his chainsaws, "LoOKs LiKE TheRE Is SoMe TrouBLE OuTsiDE LitTLe ChiCK, SeE YoU LaTER" he remarked to Keira and headed towards the Gatling gun flavored commotion.

OOC: I would say PMing Cereal would be the best thing,just to see if he is still interested in being involved in the game.

Perhaps his character can make a run for our group,or if things go bad at the Fortress (which I'll assume they will),we may have to make a run for him.

Jennifer ducked back inside as the chaingun roared above thier heads, she reloaded her carbine as she leaned against the wall the image of a zombified ashton etched onto her retina, blinking the image away she watched as Tombstone and Halon rushed up the stairs and waited until they came down againshe slipped past them and made her way to one of the upstairs windows. Opening the window as far as it would go she stuck her gun out and looked at the mass of ghouls below she started putting round after round into them taking each down with a headshot.

She dipped her hand into her trouser pocket to pull out another magazine as she did her hand brushed against one of the grenades she had found on the dead soilder she finished reloading and pulled it out of her pocket, removing the pin and chucked it, making sure to chuck it away from what was left of the cars, she didn't know if they had been hit by the chaingun but it wasn't worth the risk. it explode just above the heads of the ghouls obliterating a large pocket of them, the void however was quickly filled by more as they attempted to swarm the house.

Jennifer pulled back from the window not wanting to waste all her ammo in one go, she wondered where all the chaingun ammo came from, and for that matter the gun itself. she listened as the gun spun up and unloaded another volley into the undead, and watched as a large group of them were reduced to mush.

Tombstone looked at Shadow, " It's clear outside for now..and Halon is manning Big B., I think we should...see to Tom."

" Tom" Shadow said " I don't..."

Tombstone interrupted "We can't leave him laying on the kitchen floor...now can we?"

Shadow nodded " I have some..um,body bags...downstairs,I'll go get one."

" Good" Tombstone said nodding " Daisy..I want you to go check on Keira,and get her out of the kitchen so Shadow and I can...see to Tom."

Daisy paused for a moment "What if she won't leave him..I mean..what."

" You can get her to leave..let her say her goodbyes,then take her out of the kitchen,tell her your worried about Bonzo or something." the biker said.

"Ok" Daisy said ,heading into the Kitchen.

Tombstone hung his head for a moment,collecting his thoughts,he sighed and sipped from his flask.

Shadow appeared holding a folded black bag.

"How many people have I put into one of those?" the biker thought shaking his head,for a brief second Tombstone felt as though he was going mad,but he shook his head again..took another belt of whiskey and waited for Daisy and Keira to appear from the kitchen.

" We need to plan my brother" Tombstone said to Shadow as they waited.

" How so?" Shadow asked.

" We need to figure out what we are going to do if those fethers get inside."the biker said.

" We go to ground" Shadow said " Remember the tour I just took you on?"

Tombstone nodded "yes,but...we have to have a back door"

Before Shadow could answer,Daisy and Keira appeared from inside the kitchen,but looked as though they had cried a bit.

Tombstone watched as they passed,going off into the front room,he felt a pang of sadness for Keiras loss.

The two men entered the kitchen,in a few moments they had placed Tom into the body bag and sealed it,they then placed it quickly outside the rear door.

Tombstone shook his head as he stood by the sink washing his hands,he felt as though he just put Toms remains out as one would put out a bag of trash,in a way he supposed he had.

" Ok" the biker said as he walked to the refrigerator and fished out two beers,handing one to Shadow " First you and I are going to drink these..then...we are calling a house meeting"

Shadow nodded and took a swig of his beer.

OOC: Pain thy name is lag.

It was incredibly fun. When else does one have the chance to fire a gatling gun into a horde of undead humans after all? Of course, Halon was smiling, enjoying the adrenalin rush of falling out of a window, running back into a house, and now lighting up zombies and cutting the grass.

He didn't know where, but Tom was lying out there on the lawn maybe dead-dead or just undead and Halon could only think about where he may be underneath all of the new mulch.

Unfortunately, it was all said and done. Halon stood up, still shaking from the vibration of the gatling gun and grinning ear to ear.

"Hey, how do I get this thing to reload properly?" Halon shouted downstairs for Shadow.

He didn't get a reply, but his ears were slightly ringing so he thought that maybe they did answer back. He waited a moment before heading back downstairs to see if anyone had heard him. When he got downstairs he saw most of the group looking out of the windows while Shadow and Tombstone held another meeting of theirs. He looked into the kitchen and saw the permanantly dead Tom and stumbled over a passed out girl.

"My bad" Halon said as he tripped over her "oh wait, that doesn't seem right. She really shouldn't be sleeping."

He looked for Keira and said "Hey, this girl passed out I think she should be looked at.".

Keira turned around and said something, but Halon still couldn't hear so he just gave her a big thumbs up.

In Shadows front room,the large screen television played to empty seats.

" This is Scott Pritchard,once again live from the Mega Dome." The reporter said " It's been several hours since my last broadcast,and despite numerous assurances that help is on the way,no rescue attempts have been made as of yet.

The camera panned about the arena,showing several dozen large groups of people standing about on the playing field,many others could be seen in the stadiums seating.

"As you can clearly see" the reporter continued " Thousands of frighted,desperate citizens have come here looking for protection from the ever growing army of walking dead."

" Many injured have also come,seeking medical attention" The news man went on " But despite the ongoing efforts of the woefully understaffed medical personal on the scene,hundreds of victims seem to have taken a turn for the worse and indeed dozens have died."

The camera swept over towards the end of the field,there one could see fifty to sixty bodies covered by simple white sheets,around the impromptu morgue a dozen or so soldiers stood guard,keeping loved ones at bay and watching.

" I have spoken to Dr. Samuel Wilkes" The reporter said " And according to his findings ,the bite of the walking dead carries a sort of infection,if you will,that..."

A burst of automatic weapons fire,followed by shrill screams cut the reporters statement short.

The camera once again swings to focus on the covered dead,who are now rising shakily to their feet,the sheets falling from their bodies to reveal snarling, hungry faces.

" Bob!!..Bob!! are you getting this" Pritchard shouted into his mic " You can clearly see those who had died earlier...they..they are returning to life and.."

More gun fire,dozens of soldiers rush into view and open fire,attempting to stop the onslaught of living dead.

" It seems as though the military are regaing control" The reporter said " However.."

Another scream,high and warbling,followed by the sounds of a huge crash,and the roar of multiple weapons firing,more screams are heard.

" They're inside!!" a female voice screams.

The audio clearly picks up the hellish moaning of thousands of the hungry dead.

The camera swings towards the commotion,from several stadium entrances they pour in,thousands of the flesh eating ghouls,they over run the small groups of soldiers who attempt to stand and hold them off,men are seen being torn to pieces and devoured as they fire into the ocean of walking dead.

The camera swivels back to focus on Pritchard,who is seen running as fast as he can in the direction of a rapidly mobilizing firing line of Soldiers .

The camera man abandons his post,leaving the camera to spin dizzily on it's mount.

For the next several minutes,anyone watching witnesses a view of hell on earth,thousands of people stampede in an attempt to escape the murderous horde of zombies,but most are pulled down by the ghouls and ripped to pieces,the agonized shrieks filling the air.

The last view from inside the Mega Dome,before the network cuts away back to the newsroom,is that of Scott Pritchard,newsman,being forced to the ground by a group of zombies,two are busy gnawing at his intestines,which they are pulling from a ragged bloody hole in his stomach,another rips a large hunk of flesh out of the news mans arm with its teeth.

Scott Pritchard utters a high horrified scream which becomes a gurgled howl as blood froths from between his curled lips.

I PM'd cereal a few days ago, but he didn't get back to me (or post here).

I'll PM him again later on today.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Looking around, Shadow saw no more zombies.

Anyway, something tells me cereal hasn't been following the story.. almost 20 pages or so catching up/summarizing for him.

Also, his house was much further north, it would be flooded with zombies by now.

Ah woops. This was for page 27. Didn't see page 28 till I'd posted this.

Tombstone sat at the large dinning table sipping a beer and staring at a half eaten sandwich.
The others were all seated about the kitchen,some at the table,others at the counter.
No one seemed to have much appetite,with the exception of Bonzo,who was enjoying alternating between juggling his eggs and eating them.

The biker spoke " Ok people,we need to do some planning"

Shadow stared at Tombstone " what sort of plans ?" he said " We have everything we need here"

Tombstone nodded " And damn lucky you had made such preparations" the biker said " But.."

"But?" Shadow said

" If we get over run" Halon said " What then?"

"We go to ground" Shadow said " We have enough supplies to last for years."

" Yes" Tombstone said " and again,we are damn lucky to have that"

"But?" Shadow said taking a swig from his beer.

" If we can avoid it" Tombstone said " I'd rather not be trapped down there...if those fethers get into the house".

" Stone" Shadow said " I have 5 years or more worth of food stored down there,and you saw how well stocked we are in weapons and ammo...why would you want to even think about running out into all the gaks that's going down out there.?"

Tombstone shook his head " Not running man,escaping if we have to." the biker continued " I'm proposing we get the car and truck into the garage,do any repairs needed...load them with whatever we may need on the road...and if we need to...if we get in real trouble here...we haul ass."

" Haul ass to where exactly?" Halon asked

" To my Father." Jennifer replied

" Possibly" Tombstone answered " If it's viable".

"Viable!?" Jennifer shouted " It's as fething viable as any other destination."

Tombstone raised his eyebrow and gritted his teeth " Right now Princess,we don't know gak about gak...so..I suggest attempting to find any info we can concerning what the feths going on out there...including if your old man is still among the living...or if he's currently stumbling around with some of my good buddies, FETHING EATING PEOPLE!!!"

Jennifer eyed the biker coldly,but said nothing.

" I get what your saying Stone" Shadow said " I guess we could get the vehicles into the garage...and preparing them for emergency travel isn't a bad idea...but."

" But?" Tombstone said,sipping his beer.

" But,as you so calmly pointed out,we need to do some info gathering" Shadow said " So if we do have to make a run for it...we'll have an idea as to where we need to run to."

Tombstone nodded " Sounds like a plan my man...we get the vehicles ready...and start looking for a retreat zone...some where to run to."

" I SaY We Go To ThE CaRnIval" Bonzo said as he popped half an egg into his mouth and juggled some apples....

Shadow wasn't happy. He knew it may well come to it, but when it did, would it split the group up? Would he have to take up arms against his friends to keep his car if he decided to stay? Not nice questions.
"I agree. But we haven't been overrun, have we? We only need to go to ground should the actual house fall, and if we do a good job of staying alive, then it won't. But with the food down there, we'd only be in there for however long it takes for the Ghouls to leave the house. I mean, they'd never get through the trapdoor if you handed them the key and pointed them at the lock."
Tombstone nodded, but there were some confused looks on the faces of the others. Halon had come down, and he piped up, "what trapdoor? Where is this supply of food that will last a year?"
Jennifer stood up.
"I agree. What preperations are we lucky to have?"
Shadow gestured to Tombstone to follow him, and he turned and walked into the living room. He called over his back, "one sec."
The two men sat down on the couch.
"I'm not sure we should introduce them to Mr. bunker yet. We don't need another person going ap3sh1t with a grenade launcher. And lets face it, not everyone's exactly stable at the minute, are they?"

Tombstone sat with Shadow,listening intently to what his friend had to say.

When Shadow had finished speaking,Tombstone nodded.

" I understand what your saying Shadow" The biker said " and your right..everyone isn't exactly stable right now..so ,we can definatlly wait before giving them the grand tour of the bunker."

Shadow nodded " But..you still want to prep the vehichels?"

Tombstone nodded " It's better to have them ready...and not need them...then need them and not have them."

Shadow stared at the biker " Your crazy..but, I see your point...I guess that makes me as crazy as you."

Tombstone laughed " well,at least your in good company."

Before Shadow could respond,there came the sound of loud pounding at the front door.

[deleted]

I'll let you continue then.

Tombstone and Shadow lept to their feet,readying their weapons.

The pounding grew louder,almost frantic.

Daisy and Jennifer appeared in the hallway,Jennifer eyeing the two men questionly " Is it...them?" she said.

Shadow motioned to the two woman to stay back,as he and Tombstone took position by the door.

Halon pushed past the two woman,raising his weapon towards the door,he dropped into a kneeling firing position and spoke " I don't hear that..that moaning."

From outside a pleading voice came " Open up..if anyone's inside..please..help me."

Shadow glanced through the doors view slot.and laughed " It's a cop" he said.

Tombstone rolled his eyes, " Well...that certainly puts a damper on the party." the biker said.

" C'mon" Halon said " let him in."

Shadow stared at Tombstone who nodded , "Might as well let him in man" the biker said " But...keep your guns on him."

Shadow nodded and slid the bolts on the door open.

A young police officer stumbled inside,gasping and obviously terrified " Thank god" he said " Oh thank god..it's it's crazy out there..people are dying every where and.."

" Settle down there Kojak" Tombstone said with some disgust.his pistols never dropping from there position,aimed at the cops head.

" First of all" Shadow continued,pointing his shotgun at the cops chest " Who the feth are you..and second..are any of those things following you.?"

The cop stammered for a moment,caught his breath and then said.." If I could sit for a moment..I'll tell you all every thing I know."..

Oh damn. I guess I was wrong about who it was going to be .

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Oh damn. I guess I was wrong about who it was going to be .

OOC: No doubt you would have preferred a bus load of Playboy models each carrying a case of good beer.

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Oh damn. I guess I was wrong about who it was going to be .

OOC: No doubt you would have preferred a bus load of Playboy models each carrying a case of good beer.

Now that you mention it..


What I was actually thinking that it was gonna be some hells satans with Jennifers dad - they could have traced the owner/location of the computer or something.

The cop took a seat on the couch,Shadow and Tombstone never lowering their weapons.

Jennifer,Daisy and Halon stepped closer to the two men,each eyeing the officer intently.

Halon was the first to speak " Well officer.."

" Reed" the cop said " Tim Reed",he extended his had in greeting,no one chose to take it.

" Well officer Reed" Halon continued " fill us in...from the insignias on your uniform,your Metro...so obviously you were in the city when all...this happened...what brings you this far out of your ...patrol area?"

The cop rubbed his eyes and spoke," I was stationed on the South side of town,where things seemed to be getting out of hand the fastest, I'm part of control/contain..Riot control that is".

Daisy looked at him with distaste " Yes,myself and some others came across a group of your happy head breakers when all this started,quite a nice bunch...beat the fething hell out of dozens of us."

The cop protested " We had to maintain some sort of order...things were falling apart fast."

" So beating people over the head is maintaining order?" Daisy said with disgust

Tombstone motioned for Daisy to be quite,she listened,but reluctantly.

The cop continued. " By yesterday afternoon we knew we were loosing it...positions had been over run,those things were coming from every were...and our injured...they were ...they were turning ...they ...came back."

" So the what?" Halon asked.

" We tried to hold position" Reed continued " The Guard reinforced us...but by then..the whole south side was a war zone...more and more of those ...zombies...just kept coming"

Tombstone stared at the cop "So you ran?"

" No!" Reed exclaimed " at least not at that point...we fell back...attempted to contain the situation within the Southern perimeters...but...by nightfall we had word that the whole city was becoming infested...we were to pull back..abandon the line and regroup at main command."

The cop shook his head,"Going back through the rest of the city,we saw thousands of people...begging for help,rioting,fighting...trying to find someplace to hide...alot of them were headed to the Mega Dome...I heard latter that that place became a massacre...thousands torn apart inside the structure...more outside."

Daisy shook her head.

The cop continued, " Everything..all squads,have pulled back to the Western side of the city now...it's holding,but for how long.." the cop shrugged " My squad got cut off..on route there...they...those things...they came from nowhere...I was lucky to get out...we...my crew,we stopped for fueling when we thought we ...were in a safe area...the ISBI was running on fumes...we had refueled and were looking for some food...when they came."

" Jackson,Rameriz,Stolle...all dead" The cop said,almost to himself ' I jumped in and took off...I just drove...and drove...until I saw the light from your place...I thought maybe it would be safe here..."

Shadow tilted his head " And you...were you injured?"

The cop said nothing,but placed a hand on his arm.

Tombstone pulled the hammers back on both his pistols.
Shadow aimed his shotgun.

" Wait" Officer Reed begged " It's just a scratch...a little bite..the fether barely bit me...just a scratch."

The two men squeezed the triggers of their weapons and Officer Tim Reeds head vaporized in a furious explosion of blood and bone....

Tombstone noticed Daisy's smile...

"Great. Now the carpet's ruined" Shadow joked.
Tombstone smirked.
"Halon, Tombstone, my bros, lets go see what Mr. Reed here left us outside" he said, motioning to the door with his weapon. As the three men exited, they heard someone from inside say, "I suppose we'll have to clean this up" and "I think I'm going to be sick", and "thAT CoP LoOkS LIkE He CoULd UsE a ClOWn TO chEER hiM UP!"

ISIB?

FM Ninja 048 wrote:ISIB?

An armored riot control vehicle. ...whoops my bad...ISBI, I was typing fast.

http://www.ecplaza.net/tradeleads/seller/6250639/police_and_swat_riot.html

FM Ninja 048 wrote:ISIB?

That's why I was letting Tombstone do the next IC post.

Of course, I could just look it up.

Well, I just did and couldn't find anything :/

FITZZ wrote:

FM Ninja 048 wrote:ISIB?

An armored riot control vehicle.

NINJA

I got our ride.

http://www.ecplaza.net/tradeleads/seller/6250639/police_and_swat_riot.html


I may have the " name wrong" but...this is what I mean.

Or at least a version of that.