Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Catos looked in horror as he knew he had lost. If he did make a move, then it seems his knew companion Falco would die, but if he did'nt make a moce they would all suffer for it, his mind was bursting, it just could'nt be, it was the worst choice that he could ever have to make.
But myabe he did'nt have to make it.
Falco opened his eyes and came back to consciousness, then slowly looked around at the scene that was unfolding, and realised what was happening. He carefully looked up and saw the Russian seargent that was holding him, and that he was focusing on Rachel and Catour, but he was'nt even bothering to look at Falco. He could use this to his advantage. He was still feeling the painn in his body, but he knew that if he did'nt do something, lives would be taken, mostprobably his.
He thought back to when his dad and tried to teach him school subjects, it was'nt as good as real school, but he had learnt quite a few things. Now he specifically thought back to when his dad had tried to teach him Biology. Falco had learnt about the human body quite fairly and he had learnt about the brain, his dad had told him that there was a part of the brain at the back of the head, that controlled voluntary movement.
If Falco could get the shot right he could disable the Russians voluntary movement, so that the Russian would die without pulling the trigger, it was risky but he had to try it.
Slowly reaching for the Russians pistol and taking it out, Falco carefully aimed at the back of the Russians head, he had to get this right.
Catos wrote:The russian sergeant grinned a horrible rotten toothy grin, and he said
"Stupid fools! He will die anyway!"
The russian pulled the trigger on his gun but no bullets came out.
"No ammo." Catour said. He had taken out the magazine in the fight and he held it in his hand.
"Who's helpless now?" Rachel snorted.
"Oh Shi..."
The russian had no time to finish his sentance before an icy blade came down on him and sliced his neck.
My friend, how do you get ammo off someones' gun in a fight? I don't see that happening, I'm afraid. In the interests of the story, you should have left it to Kais to kill him, but ah well. Change it if you want, it doesn't make a great deal of difference. Besides, do you really see him just standing there waiting to get stabbed?
And don't moan at me for moaning, you invented your own misery.
But in all seriousness, a fair few of you guys are treating the Russian military as if they have no experience whatsoever, and yes, they do have body armour and sidearms.
Its quite simple really. If its a machine gun or rifle all you have to do is just pull off the magazine case, no locks on it or anything. Of course if its a pistol than its a different matter entirely, but it was specified as a rifle. All of these are actually quite easy in the sheer madness of a brawl. I mean no offensiveness I just want to clarify my means of this guys defeat.
Nikolai wakes up and looks around the base,and finds some interesting papers
''hmm let's see''Nikolai started reading but didn't understand it,then he looked at pictures and numbers
''ok they are tryi...''Nikolai was disturbed by a radio signal he picked up a english/russian dictionary and found out they had a hostage
''hmm i can save the guy heh i'm gonna save him,after all i'm bored again''Nikolai kicked up his weapons and a new weapon a mp5
''ok lets go .... i gotta find something faster then walking''Nikolai looked around and found some garage keys
''hmm where are they for?..Oh well''Nikolai pressed the button and heard a door opening
''ALL RIGHT! a trike!.Ok i think it's this key now i gotta find that church,hey cool gps''Nikolai typed in the coordinates and drove to the church
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Ah jeez sorry I am not thinking straight today for some reason... I'll just change it so I take the Russians pistol.
Btw Catour can you not do a post when I am doing something please as then it totally ruins my idea
Well I don't know what you're thinking so you should just post your entire idea in one thread or I'll assume you're allowing me to post something elso.
IC: Hog forced his eyes open, the gargantuan effort of the motion reverberating through his body. His entire body screamed in protest, and the world roared at him. His vision swam in circles, and a noise so loud, that he couldn't even think, echoed within his skull. As careful as he could, Hog managed to get onto his knees.
"Fuuuuuu....."
Grabbing his head to stop it from exploding, Hog tried to steady himself on his bike. It wasn't where it had been initially, and his hand instead groped thin air. Unbalanced, Hog crashed back onto the ground.
Settling to wait until the world stopped spinning, dancing, and indeed exploding, Hog kept his eyes clenched shut, and covering his ears to blot out the noise.
However, someone else was in the vicinity of Hog, or rather, something. In the explosion, the zombie had been dropped by the bullet, but it hadn't been taken out. Half pinned in rubble, the creature began to painstakingly drag it's upper body toward the unsuspecting Hog.
With a sickening, wet ripping noise, it's trapped legs came free at the groin, and the ghoul, now free, began to clamber towards Hog, spittle, and blood flowing from it's gnashing jaws.
The first signs that Hog realised something was wrong, was when a hand wrapped itself round his foot.
"Oh Sh*t!" Hog kicked out, catching the ghoul on the chin, knocking it back. His head screaming in protest, Hog blacked out for a moment, only to come back round when he felt something wet clamping on his leg. Looking down, the ghoul was trying to bite him. Pity most of it's teeth had been knocked out onto the floor. Still, this close brush with certain death scared Hog into action.
Sitting up suddenly, and ignoring the black dots swimming through his vision, Hog grabbed the ghouls head and twisted it backwards viscously. It snapped, and the creatures movements stopped.
Now free of the immediate problem, Hog studied (as best as he could) his leg. No bite marks. So leather trousers really did have their uses.
The world slowed to a stop, and the ringing in his ears dissipated. Looking around Hog saw where his bike had gone. It was wrapped around a lamp post.
"Oh..."
Hog suddenly had a moment of clear thought. The bike didn't matter to him at all. All he cared about now was Keira.
"Oh..."
He really hoped she was still alive. The problem with starting a fire, Hog mused, was you'll never know how many bridges you'll burn.
Hog clambered to his feet, and brushed some of the concrete dust off himself. The building he'd spent residence in last night, was still, miraculously standing. In fact, not even the windows had been shattered by the blast. What chilled him slightly, was the the shops on either side of it, had been practically flattened.
"I'll see if I can't mend those bridges."
Hog jogged over to the shop, and entered into the gloom again. He quickly looked through the various clothes racks until he grabbed up something he thought Keira would like.
Smiling to himself, he turned to leave, and froze. The closet door was open.
The pile of bodies inside had an air about them.
They all were staring right at him.
"Oh Sh*t!" Hog almost wailed, and blind panic took over. Racing for the door, he shoulder barged it open, and slammed it after him. He then took off, sprinting as fast as he could from the seemingly haunted house, the bundle of clothing in one hand, his drawn pistol in the other...
On the subject of the human brain, the Frontal Lobe controls reasoning this is located at the front of the brain. The Occipital Lobe is in the back of the brain and controls eyesight and interpretation of images.The Parietal Lobe is between the two and initiates movement. Now there is the cerebellum which is under the Occipital Lobe, but is right at nose level and below. So if Asia were the human brain, Australia would be the Cerebellum. The brain stem is located in front of the Cerebellum and that controls all involuntary movements such as the heart beating and normal breathing when you're asleep.
So to stop all movement you have to shoot 'em in the mouth or neck area, or follow the sniper's T which the father should've told Falco about.
In terms of the Russian military they have divisions into ranks of combat readiness. There are A, B, and C ranks with A being combat ready veterans, B being combat ready soldiers, and C being conscripts who are either untrained or physically unfit to perform as well as A or B ranks. With Russia's mass conscription it would be safe to say that not all units are A or B ranks but mostly C ranked.
Body armor and helmets galore though. New recruits would either be given Ak-47's or at least obsolete weapons not used since WW2 until Ak-47's could be distributed to everyone.
Russia would of had time to manufacture all body armor, uniforms, weapons, and helmets over the year so they should all have some. Training on the other hand may not of happened except for a few basic combat drills.
"One of the serious problems in planning the fight against American doctrine, is that the Americans do not read their manuals, nor do they feel any obligation to follow their doctrine..."
- From a Soviet Junior Lt's Notebook
Not to mention, a war against the living dead would route out the C grade soldiers, or at least temper them into a suitable weapon of Zombie smashing power.
Not true, A's are a rare group seeing as though they are combat veterans, B are the people who were in the military before the time of zombie apocalypse, and C are the new conscripts.
Chances are that troops would remain in Russia to keep the peace(numerous conscriptions would make people very angry) and these troops would be mostly B and C with some A for good measure.
Chances are A would be used to start establishing new landing zones and explore further in as they are the most experienced in doing so while B and C would secure landing zones established by the A troops. Chances are that there would be more A losses than B or C losses as the russian government would hope that the C's and B's would become better.
Another thing is that the C's would have limited time for combat drills and almost all of the combat drills learned by the A and B groups would be thrown out the window because zombies are incredibly different from living people. Almost all CQC is thrown out the window and grenades may only damage part of the zombie where an equal amount of damage would incapacitate a living person.
If one of our survivors came upon an A unit we would be mostly screwed because they know what to expect, against B's we would be somewhat screwed because they know how they should act versus a human opponent, against C's there's a 50-50 chance of screwedness, but C's would be the most undisciplined soldiers in the field.
If there are any crimes comitted against the people living in the wastes it would most likely be done by C troops.
Sure A troops are good, but they would be used a lot more.
Tombstone walked into the underground garage,Tasha and Deadman followed him,supporting Keira as they did,the woman had regained consciousness,but was still suffering from dizziness due to Halons injection of the sedative.
Tombstone noted that most of Halons people were prepared to leave,the idling of various vehicles filling the garage with stinking exhaust.
The biker laughed to himself as he watched Dr.Buckley overseeing the loading of various medical equipment onto a large truck,the man was berating two of his orderlies as though they were children and seemed on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Upon seeing Tombstone and his group,the Doctors eyes flashed with hate " Aha!" the man said with a cold tight smile " I see that the trash will be accompanying us in our exodus..how wonderful."
Tombstone smiled as he saw both Tasha and Keira present their middle fingers to the Doctor as they passed.
Upon reaching the rest of the Satans Servants,Tombstone surveyed the vehicles,he nodded his approval,each had been loaded with supplies and ammo,and Woolly and Roadkill had apparently gone back for One Eyes body.
Tombstone approved,he didn't want to leave the old bikers remains discarded like a sack of garbage,when...if..they made it to a safe area,the biker would see that One Eye received a decent burial.
" Ok" The biker said " Everyone saddle up...we're going to roll out in a few minutes."
Woolly,Double D, Scratch and Roy Boy climbed aboard one Hummer,while Ajax,Cutter and Bingo entered the other.
Tombstone looked at Keira, " You should probably ride in one of the Hummers."
Keira shook her head " No...I'd prefer to ride pile on with you,the fresh air will do me good."
The biker nodded " Ok...just hang on tight."
Tombstone,T-Rex,Deadman and Roadkill all mounted their Motorcycles,Keira climbing on behind Tombstone and Tasha piling on behind Deadman.
Saunders appeared at the side of one of the Hummers,he seemed slightly drunk.
" Hey!" Tombstone smiled " Climb in one of the Hummers man...you look like your going to fall on your ass."
Saunders nodded.
Tombstone raised a walkie talkie,keyed the send switch and called to Halon " We're ready when you are Brother."
Sorry I must have been mistaken, I got it from a sniper game once and I thought it would be cool to add that sort of thing in the RP, I hav'nt played it for some time so I must have forgotten it, sorry for the mistake
Saunders opened the back door to the hmmwv and glanced inside. Sitting across from him sat a slightly miffed Tasha who was looking at him sideways.
Oh Lord..... he thought to himself as he started to enter the vehicle. Suddenly, something caught his attention and he stood back up out of the vehicle. From all around him, Saunders was hearing music. It started out faint, as if coming from a passive car, but it didn't go away and was progressively getting louder. It was an upbeat electric beat that was strangely addictive and the more Saunders heard it the more he was drawn into it.
Tasha opened her door and stood up next to the vehicle.
"Whats wrong with you?" She asked as Saunders was looking all around him for the source of the sound. He ignored her, the music was now loud enough to drown out all but the loudest noises in the area and he felt an urge building up inside him. He tried his best to contain the savage urge that was building up to a boiling point, and with a sudden cry of drunken slur he lost all control.
Saunders spun around in a 360 and came to rest with one hand on his head which was looking down at the floor the other on his hip. He started rocking his hip and tapping his booted leg in tune with the beat. Suddenly he broke into a massive dance singing along the music that was filling his very soul with rhythm.
Everyone was wide eyed and stared at Saunders as he kicked his leg out and spun again as if possessed with the ghost of Michal Jackson.
Keira leaned forward to Tombstones ear.
"Dear lord, what on earth is he doing??!?"
Tombstone paused before replying in amazement " I think he's doing the funky chicken?" he said as he stared at the bawking Saunders who was busy shaking his drunken tail feather.
Sudden he flung his arms from side to side doing the Fonzie snapping his fingers as he started to slur out loud in tune with the music.
"Been there, done that messed around
I'm having fun, don't put me down
I'll never let you sweep me off my feet"
Saunders turned and started to sing to and dance with the shadow creature that had appeared off to his side.. both doing the mashed potato.
"I won't let you in again
The messages I tried to send
My information's just not going in.."
He turned and danced among the flames of the ruined compound which blazed with white hot flames. The charred bodies of the dead joined in in synchronized dance with Saunders.
"Burning bridges shore to shore
I break away from something more
I'm not turned on to love until it's cheap..
Been there, done that messed around
I'm having fun, don't put me down
I'll never let you sweep me off my feet..."
Saunders and his group busted out their Thriller dance moves to the music...
"This time, baby, I'll be....... zombieproof!!!!
This time, baby, I'll be...... zombieproof!!!!"
Fireworks flew up and exploded overhead and Saunders took a bow before turning and took a running power slide across the floor strumming his air guitar and slammed head first into a pair of giant plush bean bag chairs!
Everyone in the room, especially Tasha stood wide eyed and jaw dropped at the drunken form of Saunders who had passed out in a drunken stupor after dancing with himself and slurring something about zombie poofs before collapsing face first forward into Tasha. His face firmly buried in her rack.
She looked down at Saunders then back at Tombstone her face bright red.
"feth it." She said and stepped back letting the drunken fool fall onto the floor like a rag doll.
Tombstone and several others roared in laughter unable to hold back the tears.
(OOC: Drunken Saunders? never heard of such a thing... hopefully he won't do anything that will emba..... Nvm. )
Minutes went by, and Red's anger subsided a bit. He thought back to those days he rolled with the 'Smoking Snakes'. Good ol' days.
He remembered:
Eight years back, long before the zombie outbreak, Him, Jerith, Robbie, and two other gangers were doing a stick up. at one point, they disturbed one of the Russian Maffia's businesses. For that, they Russians wanted revenge, and so killed one of the 'Snakes. now, In good ol' fashioned gang warfare, the Snakes just had to strike back. They hunted down two Russians who were conected to the Maffia. It all went horrible wrong. Sure they killed the basterds, but there were more Russians then they thought. Correy and Hank were killed. Then the cops came, and Jerith got busted.
The memories. He longed for his gang again. But Bullhead, the gangs boss, was killed by Russians shortly before the zombie outbreak, splintering the gang. But Red was sure all the members wore their biker jackets with pride, he was sure......
He snapped back to the present, by the roar of a truck. He quickly stood up and gathered his stuff. He sped to the window, what was left of it, and peeked outside. He hoped it weren't the Russians. Now he got a vantage point, he could see clearly how bad Pine Ville looked like. He saw the truck driving towards the station. He got his Beretta's out, aimed it at the driver's cabin. The truck stopped on the opposite side of the street. Two men came out, talking, not believing this was all that's left from Pine Ville.
He recognised the jackets. Could it be? he thought. Then he saw the prints on the back.
" 'Snakes' !" He yelled. He ran outside, wanting to greet the newcomers. Once outside, the two men were startled at first, drawing their guns. But at the site of an old Irish man with red hair, they lowered their guns, and their startled expressions made way for a happy mood.
"Jerith!" Red yelled, before teking the man in a bear hug. "How longs it been?"
"Long time no see, Red! It's been since I was arrested after that incident with those communist gangsters."
Together they laughed, while the other man looked at this strangly.
"This is Eddy, boss" said Jerith. Eddy gave a nod, and took Red's hand, shaking it.
They laughed and talked for a minute or so. The jerith spoke up.
"We heared your message, Red. We came as fast as we could. I figured you needed some supplies, that explains the truck. Food, guns, ammo, medical supplies... you name it."
"Good, good." Red said simply.
"God, what happened here, boss." asked Eddy, indicating around.
"gak happened, that's what. and guess what, Russian's the one to blame. They shelled the town, and are swarming on America."
The two men just stood there confused, then anger took over, esspecially in Jerith.
"Ey, we brought some others, boss. Just some passer by's on the road. Said they were headed for Pine ille, just like us. We gave 'em a ride." said Jerith.
Eddy, walked to the back of the truck, opening the doors. Three people jumped out. Two men and a woman. They stood infront of the truck and Eddy introduced them. Erol, an old man in his fifties just like Red. the other man was younger, around twenty aight and was called Spook. The woman was called Marie and was around thirty years old.
"Well, Red here is mayor of Pine ille ey?" laughed Jerith
"yeah what's left of it. The bombs made this town unrecognisable." said Red. "I think it's oke we rename this town. And I know what we are going to call it."
Red looked around, and thought of what had happened to Pine Ville.
Scrazza wrote:Hope you get better soon Dark. Doesn't matter, I can roleplay what I sent you in a PM. Writing it now
Oh yeah, thanks a lot dude! I've been under since last Thursday.. and will not be at school until possibly the end of the week. Which is the perk of illness.
OOC:...I would RP...but I believe Halonachos has some " Ideas" concerning the evacuation from the Hotel,and I don't want to step on his toes by RPing the exodus...so for now,Tombstone is just sitting on his Motorcycle waiting to leave.
Actually Fitzz, I haven't planned anything out besides how everything is going to get loaded. I have exams and a series of 800 word papers to do so feel free to exodize the hell out of this RP.
I also have a competitor in the 'silly post' game so I need to create a post that can beat Saunders doing thriller.
halonachos wrote:Actually Fitzz, I haven't planned anything out besides how everything is going to get loaded. I have exams and a series of 800 word papers to do so feel free to exodize the hell out of this RP.
I also have a competitor in the 'silly post' game so I need to create a post that can beat Saunders doing thriller.
Sounds good man,IIRC you did want some sort of "Explosive exit"...so I'll attempt to see that occurs in any RP I write up.
Don't know how your going to top Saunders doing the funky chicken...but I have to admit I'm morbidly curious.
I was thinking about having someone actually 'do' a funky chicken, but PG-13 and all...
Oh yeah, the explosivos(I meant explosivos because its Spanish) are supposed to blow a hole in the wall behind the hotel and the IED's go to the main gate which the zombies should hopefully funnel into before going boom.
halonachos wrote:I was thinking about having someone actually 'do' a funky chicken, but PG-13 and all...
Oh yeah, the explosivos(I meant explosivos because its Spanish) are supposed to blow a hole in the wall behind the hotel and the IED's go to the main gate which the zombies should hopefully funnel into before going boom.
OK..if I do RP the "Hotel exodus" I will insure that I do so in the manner you've got in mind (or at least try to get it close)
...As far as someone "doing" a funky chicken...might I nominate Dr. Buckley..he seems to be slightly repressed and frustrated.
halonachos wrote:I was thinking about having someone actually 'do' a funky chicken, but PG-13 and all...
Oh yeah, the explosivos(I meant explosivos because its Spanish) are supposed to blow a hole in the wall behind the hotel and the IED's go to the main gate which the zombies should hopefully funnel into before going boom.
OK..if I do RP the "Hotel exodus" I will insure that I do so in the manner you've got in mind (or at least try to get it close)
...As far as someone "doing" a funky chicken...might I nominate Dr. Buckley..he seems to be slightly repressed and frustrated.
Don't know about the exodus RP now Fitzz, you missed out on a crucial chicken related joke there.
"As far as someone "doing" a funky chicken...might I nominate Dr.Buckley... he seems to be awfully cocky." is what it should've been!
Just kidding about you not doing the "hotel exodus" though as I believe that you willprobably make the best exodus since the bible.
halonachos wrote:I was thinking about having someone actually 'do' a funky chicken, but PG-13 and all...
Oh yeah, the explosivos(I meant explosivos because its Spanish) are supposed to blow a hole in the wall behind the hotel and the IED's go to the main gate which the zombies should hopefully funnel into before going boom.
OK..if I do RP the "Hotel exodus" I will insure that I do so in the manner you've got in mind (or at least try to get it close)
...As far as someone "doing" a funky chicken...might I nominate Dr. Buckley..he seems to be slightly repressed and frustrated.
Don't know about the exodus RP now Fitzz, you missed out on a crucial chicken related joke there.
"As far as someone "doing" a funky chicken...might I nominate Dr.Buckley... he seems to be awfully cocky." is what it should've been!
Just kidding about you not doing the "hotel exodus" though as I believe that you willprobably make the best exodus since the bible.
"As far as someone "doing" a funky chicken...might I nominate Dr.Buckley... he seems to be awfully cocky." ...BUdummdummtshhh.
Tombstone and Halon...the Moses' of the Apocalypse.
The roar of over two dozen engines was becoming deafening in the underground garage and Tombstones eyes stung from the accumulating exhaust fumes.
" C'mon Halon." The biker muttered " Give the fething word."
Tombstone reached for his walkie talkie,intending to ask Halon just what the hold up was when suddenly the garage shook with the concussion of a large blast.
" Feth me!" Tombstone yelled,for a brief moment the biker was certain that they had waited to long to evacuate and were now under Russian missile fire.
As if Halon had read the bikers mind,the radio crackled with the mans voice " Hey Tomb!" Halon said " I probably should of warned you...I just made an additional exit through the back of the wall...sorry if I startled anyone."
" Jesus jumped up fething Hell!" Tombstone replied " I think I just had a heart attack man."
Halons laughter came long and loud over the radio " My bad brother...but if it makes you feel better we're moving out."
" Bout fething time." The biker laughed.
One by one the mass of vehicles begin to make there way up from the garage and out into the open lot,Tombstone blinking in attempt to alleviate the stinging in his eyes as he pulled his bike into the sunlight.
In the rear of the defensive wall around the hotel was a gaping smoking hole about twelve yards across.
" Holy Gak!" Tombstone laughed " Halon wasn't joking about a second exit."
One after the other the convoy of vehicles rolled through the massive hole in the wall and out onto the street beyond,Tombstone smiled to himself,growing up in New Orleans..he had seen his fair share of parades,but this had to be the strangest one he'd ever witnessed...School buses,assorted cars and vans,Military vehicles of every sort,several transport trucks,a half dozen motorcycles all being led by a couple of fething tanks....Jesus wept..all we're missing is someone on a bicycle.
A low moaning reached Tombstones ears,cutting his laughter at once,the biker glanced back towards the source of the noise.
Roughly five hundred yards away,at the front walls of the Hotel,the dead had arrived...Tombstone had no idea how many of the walking corpses were out there...he really didn't want to know,but from the sound of it...it had to be thousands..tens of thousands...their moaning sounding like a crowd at a rock concert.
" Jesus." The biker whispered,as he watched the bus that had been parked across the walls entrance being slowly pushed aside by the sheer volume of walkers crushing against the other side trying to gain entrance.
As the gap between the bus and the wall widened the dead came spilling into the front lot,many mangled from being crushed against the bus by their fellows now drug their shattered bodies across the tarmac like crushed insects.
Tombstone glanced back a final time as he exited through the blasted hole,hundreds of walkers were no in the front lot,more pushing through the widening gap in the wall every second.
The convoy had made it's way further up the road when Tombstones radio crackled again.
" Halon?" The biker said keying the mic " Man...there is a fething army of those things back there."
Halon laughed " Relax Tomb...I set up a little ...deterant..are all your people clear of the lot?"
" Damn right we are." Tombstone said into the radio " We're about a block away..bringing up the rear."
" That's good enough then" Halon replied " Now ...don't piss your leathers my friend...things are about to get a bit noisy."
" Noisy?" The biker asked.
But before he could get a reply from Halon,the world behind him exploded in a fury of flame and noise as the Hotel and surrounding area erupted into a huge fire ball,the concussion of the blast almost throwing Tombstone from his bike.
The biker immediately grabbed his radio " Jesus,Mary and Joseph ...Halon..Did you do that!!?" Tombstone yelled with a mixture of shock and amusement.
Halons laughter echoed over the radio " I sure did...figured it would keep the Zeds off our asses for a minute."
Tombstone glanced at the burning ruins behind him " Yeah" the biker said " I think it just might...now let's get to moving before the fething Russians do the same thing to us."
" I hear you brother" Halon said signaling the convoy to move forward.
Behind his tank,the line of vehicles snaked their way through the city,eventually reaching the town limits.
An hour had passed since they had evacuated the Hotel,and Tombstone guessed by the SouthEastern trajectory they had been following Halon was making a line for Cape city...not the best idea in Tombstones summation.
" Hey Halon!" The biker called over his radio " Where exactly are you leading this parade."
Halon replied,his voice seeming slightly frustrated " Not so much leading to as running from at the moment Tomb."
Tombstone nodded,then realized Halon couldn't hear a nod over the radio,and depressed the send button " Ok then...maybe we should start looking for a place to rest for a bit...and make some decisions about where it is we plan to finlay park this convoy."
" Roger that Tomb." Halon replied " We'll make a pit stop as soon as I can find an open diner."
Tombstone chuckled at Halons remarks " Sounds good bro...been a while since I had me a decent milkshake."
" And chili fries man...can't forget the chili fries." Halon said
The two men burst out laughing as the line of vehicles continued it's trek forward.
As the Hotel erupted into a giant fireball,high above a Russian surveillance plane radioed it's headquarters,moments later the plane received orders to monitor any further ground activity.
The plane,upon making it's fourth sweep of the area reported back to it's command base,a large convoy of various vehicles had been spotted leaving the Hotel and heading Southeast along secondary roads.
As the plane made another sweep of the area,the pilot notified command that a large group of walkers,not destroyed in the blast,were now also moving in a Southeastern direction.
OOC:...Ok ..that officially ends the " Exodus from the Hotel Halon-part1", our happy little band is now out in the middle of nowhere,the horde of walkers has been reduced by half...which means about five thousand zombies are slowly pursuing the convoy...and the Russian command is keeping an eye on the whole situation.
I am done studying french now, so I'll just chuck in an RP.
BIC:
The Three 'Snakes talked for about two hours now, and the oter three survivors just stood there in silence, waiting. They talked about a lot of things, old gang war memories, bar brawls,...
Eventually, Red told of Robbie and fox, and even about the Russian woman. He led the five of them back to the shelter. The shelter was large enough to house ten people, long enough for them to rest, and start 'rebuilding' Boom Boom Town. Before they went, Red told them to cary a few boxes to the shelter.
They were HIS people, so... Red thought. He had a community to boss around.
OOC: just a short one, an interlude. I haden't got enough timeto think up something proparly.
"Independence Station, this is Big Mamma, we need Red 6 in the air, ASAP" jennifer called into the mike
"Big Mamma, Independence station recives Red 6 is on their way, ETA about 30mins, will confirm position while on route" came the reply
"roger that, bring some twinkies" Jennifer said before hanging up the mike.
she took a sip of the water
"we need to move further ou the city, stay off the main roads, see that hill over there get us to the top, set up camp for a while, but stay off the crest" she said to royce, pointing out one of the hills on the monitor "NOW, Royce"
"yes ma'am" He said, pushing the vehicle into gear and trundeling down embankment off the main road.
"so much for our new friends" Hitman spoke up, breaking the silence "real nice people"
"well, we did just sort of try and force our way in to their little fantasy" Horrell replied, with a shut-your-mouth-or-I-will look in his direction
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OOC: i'm traveling in a southern direction at the moment
Red 6 is a V-22 Osprey with a four man crew, pilot, navigator, gunner and translator it is painted 'old glory blue' on the hull with 'old glory red' stripes on the wings, it has stars on it's belly and has a forward belly mounted minigun
@Scrazza, you know your "Spook" character? Well, that gave me some De Ja Vu. In the first roleplay, he was my character. Not that that went very well..
Tombstone glanced skyward as a plane roared by overhead.
" That's probably not good." the biker thought to himself " We need to get the feth off this road and into some kind of cover soon...being out in the open like this just puts a big bulls eye on our whole group."
The biker surveyed the surrounding area,not much around,just a long empty stretch of road bordered by woods,no place suitable for hiding the huge convoy of vehicles.
Tombstone went over what he could recall about this region, Cape City lay about 150 miles to the South East,Phoenix's old mansion slightly less distance to the South,neither of those options really appealed to the biker...but then again,it wasn't as if they had a lot of choices.
"We could always head back to the West" Tombstone mused " Make a run for the Military Base...but that meant running through god knew how many walkers."
" Holy feth" the biker thought " were the feth are we going?...does Halon even know?"
Tombstone paused for a moment,he suddenly recalled a fellow named Dale,who had joined the commune about nine months ago.
Dale had been a lumberjack,and if Tombstone recalled correctly,the man had told him he had been working in a camp East of Pine Ville,a big one,supplying timber for one of the states largest lumber companies.
The biker considered this,there was only one area he could recall that would have been large enough to support such a large logging operation,that would be somewhere in the Trinity Forest,which was roughly three hours away to the North West.
Tombstone raised the walkie talkie to signal Halon,maybe trying to find the logging camp would be their best option...maybe not,but they had to figure something out soon.
OOC: Sorry I haven't been on, I have finals next week and I've been getting sicker. Plus on top of that I will be heading to Lexington on the 20th, that's a nice four hour drive there and another four hour drive back. Then after that I'm going to Detroit for Christmas with my family.
I may not be able to get on for awhile, but will try my best.
I defer Halon to Fitzz until I can get back.
That way Tombstone and friends can continue their exodus while Halon sits in the tank going "derp".
halonachos wrote:OOC: Sorry I haven't been on, I have finals next week and I've been getting sicker. Plus on top of that I will be heading to Lexington on the 20th, that's a nice four hour drive there and another four hour drive back. Then after that I'm going to Detroit for Christmas with my family.
I may not be able to get on for awhile, but will try my best.
I defer Halon to Fitzz until I can get back.
That way Tombstone and friends can continue their exodus while Halon sits in the tank going "derp".
OOC: I will endeavor to keep Halon alive & true to character until your return.
In the meantime,best of luck on your academic pursuits,hope you feel better soon and attempt to have a happy Holiday season.
OOC:...Considering that most of the other Characters seem to be near Pine Ville ( or what remains of it),and that Pine Ville has already been bombed,so is relatively "safe" (at least from missile strike),I will be RPinf a convoy "about face..go west young ..err.people" sometime today.
Tombstone gunned his bikes engine and raced towards the head of the convoy to reach Halons tank.
Halon was leaning out of the warmachinces top access hatch,sullenly studying a small map.
" Hold up!!" Tombstone shouted to his friend,motioning for him to bring the convoy to a halt.
Halon looked a bit perturbed,but radioed for the line of vehicles to come to a halt.
A moment later,Halon jumped down from the tank turret and approached the biker " What's the problem Tomb?"
Tombstone shook his head " Where exactly are we headed man?" the biker asked
" Well Tomb...I didn't quite have time to exactly plan a destination...in case you didn't notice..we were in a bit of a hurry when we left...the way I see it,we should be happy we didn't get our collective asses killed back there." Halon said with some irritation in his voice.
The biker nodded " I understand that Halon...but seeing as we did make it out...maybe we should decide just were in the feth we're going...before we get our collective asses killed out here in the middle of fething no where."
Halon threw up his hands " Well...if you have any fething ideas...let's have 'em." the man yelled " I for one am fresh fething out."
The biker nodded again " Look man...the way I see it,heading towards Cape City is a mistake...it's probably still crawling with walkers...and that means sooner or later it's going to end up being...canceled." Tombstone said.
" Ok...I get your point" said Halon " What would you suggest?'
" Well.." Tombstone continued " Pine Villes already been blasted..so."
"You want to go to Pine Ville?" Halon asked wrinkling his face.
" Not exactly" the biker went on " but..I recall hearing about a big logging camp in Trinity forest near Pine Ville...logging roads would be big enough to allow your tanks and trucks access,and from what I understand...the operation was a big one...so..I assume we'd find housing of some sort..a base camp for the loggers..lumber mills...who knows."
Halon nodded " plus...in the forest we'll have cover from any...fly byes...keep overhead eyes off us."
"Exactly" Tombstone smiled " Not to mention...since the Russians have already blown Pine Ville off the map...they won't be back to do it again."
" True." Halon said " But that could also mean the walkers have scattered...could be a whole gak load of them."
" Whole gak load of 'em every place my brother" Tombstone said with a small laugh " I still think it's our best chance."
" I think your right man" Halon nodded "hell...it's not like we have anyplace else to go...at least it's a plan."
" Then let's go west young man" Tombstone said with a laugh.
" Yippe hiyay...head 'em up pardner" Halon laughed
Moments later,the orders given,the massive convoy changed directions,now heading towards the Ruins of Pine Ville and the perceived safety of the Nearby Trinity Forest.
Red and the others arrived at the shelter. He led them all in, and Fox greeted the unepected visitors. Jerith parked the truck in front of the bombed out building.
Inside, they each chose their bunk, settled down and started talking.
"So, what's your story," he asked the three strangers.
"We came from another shelter," Spook said. "But just like this one, our comune was bombed flat by the russians."
"We packed everything that we had left to us, and started here." said Maria.
"So we're not the only ones to be bombed." said Fox.
Helena looked up from her bunk, she was greeted by the angry gazes of the smoking snakes. She looked the other way, she knew they wanted to kill her.
"Did you see anybody else heading this way?"asked Red.
"Nobody boss." Said Jerith. "We came across some roaming walkers, but except for that, nobody."
"Ah, there are enough of us now, we might pull this off. Making a new town that is." said Red. "And from under the rubble we rise." Red stood up from his bunk, and walked over to the wounded's bunk.
"This here is Robbie." said red. "You might not know him, but he IS a snake. he's one of us. I know him, and can trust him. You can too."
"He looks pretty banged up, there," Eddy said.
"He fell" Fox said quickly. He's unconsious now. He ran through that gak storm the Russians unleashed. He made it just here, and then blacked out on this bunk."
The two Snakes, Eddy ad Jerith, looked up to his bunk.
"Well, what are we waiting for, you can't be tired from the ride to here. Comon, let's start rebuilding Boom Boom Town" Red said happily.
The old man Erol, who arived with the others, sat silently, observing. Waiting his time. Scheming.
The decision to avoid main highways was made between Halon and Tombstone,primarily to avoid stalls due to the massive amounts of abandoned cars along those routes,but also to hopefully avoid large groups of walking dead as well as possible military patrols.
Traveling along secondary roads was slow going,several times the convoy was halted while tow trucks pulled stalled vehicles out of the way,and twice Halon had brought the line of vehicles to a stop as small groups of walkers stumbled into view from the surrounding woods.
During both encounters with the zombies,Halon seemed to enjoy himself while gunning down the walkers with the tanks mounted .50 cal,Tombstone supposed his friend was taking out some of his pent up frustrations on the shambling ghouls,as Halon not only dispatched the zombies,but positively liquefied them,leaving little more to the small hordes than wet red smears in the road.
Two hours had passed without incident,when Tombstone noticed a school bus,about five vehicles ahead,was belching out thick black smoke from under it's hood.
" Well Feth me twice and call me Sally" Tombstone muttered to himself as the bus sputtered and died.
The vehicles behind the school bus all came to a halt,their occupants looking about to see if they should simply go around or stay put until the bus was repaired.
Tombstone brought his motorcycle to a halt and climbed off the bike kicking the stand into place.
" Might as well get off and stretch your legs" the biker said to Keira " Looks like we'll be here for a minute."
Keira stretched,feeling her spine crackle,her kidneys ached from being on the motorcycle for so long and she happily slung her leg off the bike,bending to work the kinks out of her back.
She rose and looked at Tombstone " Do you think you can fix it?" she asked gesturing to the still smoking bus.
" I dunno." The biker shrugged " Guess I'll have a look at it"
Tombstone noticed that Halon had brought the rest of the convoy to a stop,and was walking back towards the broken down bus,his face looked tight and aggravated.
Tombstone,followed by several other Satans Servants and Keira ,had assembled in front of the bus,opening the hood,the smell of burnt rubber and electronics drifted out.
Tombstone shook his head,the engine was shot...belts fried,distributor roasted...this bus wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
" What happened?" Halon asked walking up to the bus.
" This old girl has danced her last dance" Tombstone said " Unless you happen to have an entire new engine tucked away somewhere in one of those trucks."
" Feth" Halon said rubbing his eyes " No...I don't" he paused for a moment then continued " we'll just have to leave it...we'll get everyone off...cram 'em into other vehicles...salvage what supplies we can of it and keep going."
Tombstone nodded,the biker estimated about twenty or so people on board the bus,it was going to be cramped,but he figured they'd find them vehicles to ride in.
The bus doors swung open and the passengers filled out,mostly women and children,all loaded down with baggage.
" All right." Halon said,addressing the assembled group,we're abandoning the bus,ya'll take a few minutes..stretch your legs..take a bathroom break..whatever,we're going to get you all onto other transports."
Their was some collective babbling amongst the group,but for the most part they had faith in Halon and knew he'd see to it they were taken care of.
" Some of 'em can ride pile on with my guys" Tombstone said to Halon " and I'm sure we can get a few in the Hummers."
Halon nodded " Hell...I can let some sit on the outside of the tanks...and I know there's room in some of the other buses to take a few more."
" Well then let's get them loaded up and.." Tombstone started to say
The biker was cut of by a high frantic scream, a young girl who had been on the bus was rushing back from the woods,where she had apparently gone to relive herself, a large chunk had been torn from her arm and blood had splattered her crisp white shirt.
" Bit!!..I GOT BIT!!!" screamed the girl in hysterics.
From out of the treeline they emerged,dozens of the dead,their arms outstretched ,rotted hands clawing the air,their mouths gaping in hungry anticipation.
" Jesus feth Tomb...let's get those kids out of here" Halon bellowed drawing his pistol.
" Get 'em on the bikes and in the Hummers!!" Tombstone roared " T-Rex! Deadman! Roadkill!..form a firing line..slow those rotten fethers down!!"
Tombstone drew his pistols,firing at the approaching ghouls,sending rotted brain sailing back towards the woods,from besides him he heard Keiras MP5SD roar and saw several zombies hit by her fire,two dropping as their heads exploded.
The biker glanced quickly to his left as the sounds of new screams caught his attention,several of the buses former passengers had panicked,and in their blind flight to find safety had run directly into the advancing dead,Tombstone swore under his breath as he watched a boy of perhaps ten being torn to pieces by the hungry ghouls.
The drivers of the vehicles caught behind the bus begin to panic as well,in their rush to get around the stalled vehicle two cars collide in a screech of metal,a third,hurtling madly in reverse slammed into Double D,sending the young biker flying into the air before he collided with the road in a sickening crunch,his skull shattering in a spray of gore.
Tombstone turned to Keira " Get on the bike!" he yelled " We have to get the feth out of here!"
The biker turned to Halon " Go Bro...get to your tank...get the convoy moving before they reach us!"
Halon nodded and sprinted towards the lead tank.
The dead were getting closer,despite the bikers firing line they had advanced steadily and were now less than twenty yards away coming from the left and from behind.
Tasha had shoved as many kids into the Hummers as could possibly fit and was now firing into the horde as Cutter,manning the vehicles .50 cal,added to the barrage of fire.
" We can't hold 'em much longer!!" Roadkill yelled back at Tombstone
" Fall back!!!" Tombstone bellowed " Let's get the feth out of here!!!"
More walkers were now streaming from the Forrest,Tombstone paused for a moment thinking "My god..where the feth are they coming from." before he slung his frame onto the bike in front of Keira,behind him the woman unleashed another hail of bullets into the wall of walking dead.
On the tarmac besides his bike,Tombstone saw the young girl who had run from the woods,she sat cradling her arm,crying as she stared at the bleeding wound she'd received from one of the walkers.
The girl lifted her head,staring pleading with the biker " It Bit me...oh god it bit me.." she cried
Tombstone closed his eyes,this girl couldn't be anymore than sixteen and now she'd been handed a death sentence simply because she picked the wrong place to empty her bladder.
" Please!!" the girl wailed " Help me!! God please Help me!!..It BIT ME!!"
" I'm sorry." Tombstone whispered as he raised his pistol.
Patrick dashed out of Halon's vehicle, seeing the commotion and drawing his sword.
A girl, perhaps twenty-one years of age, was being chased by a ghoul, and was seconds away from getting infected.
The girl ran into Pain's arms, hugging him tight. The sword swung down, and took the top half of the zombies torso off.
The girl was crying, and kissed Patrick long and hard.
Patrick, astonished, pushed her to arms length, still holding her.
"You are my savior" the girl said
"Indeed" Patrick said, sheathing his sword and drawing his rifle that resembled a common Mac-11, but was far from that terrible weapon.
The gun roared, firing only regular bullets, not his extraordinary bullets. The gun clicked, and Patrick reloaded in less than two seconds, taking the spare clip fitted around the grip and slamming it into the gun.
Two clips expended, all zombies running towards him had been dispatched.
"Come, you will be treated better than these mongrels for the sole fact that you remind me of one of the only friends I have ever known" Patrick said, holstering his weapon and picking up the girl with both arms, seemingly fascinated with the demeanor of Pain.
Hey guys, I had an idea. It might mess around with a few directional details, but not all that much as far as I can tell. Couldn't Pine Ville be the original city/town from the VERY FIRST roleplay? It's got a lumber yard near enough alright..
"This is Red six, we are in your vicinity, holding for cordinates" Saber called over the radio, his thick southern filling the cockipt as the osprey soared over the Virginian countryside.
"Standby, we are... 12 kilometers south, sout west of the city, just off the highway" Jennifer replied over the mike, sitting on top of the APC looking out over the horizon
"Roger that, we see you now" saber said "brining the bird down now, Ghost, prep the twinkie"
Ghost, the ospreys translator, got out of his seat and went to hook up the twinkie, a large crate containing a number of heavy weapons, cammo nets for the Vehicles and four boxes of twinkies for food and bribes. He sealed the package, attaching it to a smoke grenade before opening the rear ramp. He kicked the package and it slid down the ramp, tumbling off the edge. the smoke grenade activated and a thick plume of purple smoke trailed behind it as it slammed into the ground. He hit the ramp close button and the hydralics hissed as it closed.
"twinkie deployed Ma'am, we'll give the area a quick sweep before going for a wander"
"ok, just don't go to far, we've got some heavily armed 'friends' out there who might not like you"
three of Jennifers troopers ran down the hill to collect the twinkie, they dragged it back up the hill, little whisps of purple smoke escaing the grenade every time the crate hit off something.
Red 6 soared away into the distance, going to sweep the surrounding area for danger. A thin whisp of black smoke was escaping through some trees to the west. Saber brought the osprey up to a higher altitude, safe from small arms fire and turned towards it, trying to see what was causing the smoke.
Hey ninja, have you thought about setting up a base camp somewhere?
Oyah, hint, hint guys but heading towards Pine Ville might do y'all some favors. Plus, it'll make Scrazz 'n' Silver less lonely, and mean that I'll have one horde of zombies/Russians/Clowns/aliens/mutants/monkeys that I won't have to throw at you.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Hey ninja, have you thought about setting up a base camp somewhere?
Oyah, hint, hint guys but heading towards Pine Ville might do y'all some favors. Plus, it'll make Scrazz 'n' Silver less lonely, and mean that I'll have one horde of zombies/Russians/Clowns/aliens/mutants/monkeys that I won't have to throw at you.
Independence Station, is my BASE camp, the ship currently chilling in norfolk harbour while i'm out galavanting, but you probably mean a base camp, then No, i don't really have the manpower with me, i'd need somwhere with a garage big enough to fit 2 APCs, enough space for the Osprey to land if I need it and it would take effort and materials that I don't have with me to make a place habitable. but now that you've mentioned it
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Hey ninja, have you thought about setting up a base camp somewhere?
Oyah, hint, hint guys but heading towards Pine Ville might do y'all some favors. Plus, it'll make Scrazz 'n' Silver less lonely, and mean that I'll have one horde of zombies/Russians/Clowns/aliens/mutants/monkeys that I won't have to throw at you.
Independence Station, is my BASE camp, the ship currently chilling in norfolk harbour while i'm out galavanting, but you probably mean a base camp, then No, i don't really have the manpower with me, i'd need somwhere with a garage big enough to fit 2 APCs, enough space for the Osprey to land if I need it and it would take effort and materials that I don't have with me to make a place habitable. but now that you've mentioned it
Considering Jennifer's Father was the most powerful crime lord in the State, I'm sure he had a few "hideouts" that Jennifer has access to.
Darkvoidof40k wrote: Nonsense, FITZZ, nonsense. Don't go scaring everybody away, because I have your children everybody knows that I'm a nice guy, really. Heh. Heh. Heh.
Ed's: @Ninja - your dudes and dudettes need somewhere to sleep. They've been awake pretty much 24 hours now.
And guys, you're not all the only remnants of humanity left out there.. or are you?
Note that the term "humanity" excludes the Russians, except for Helena cause she has a dog and that dog is kewl.
Just "taking the piss" to use the vernacular,we all know your a fething super duper sort of guy. ...BTW,if you actually did have my kids...you'd have long since been pleading with me to take them back .
Darkvoidof40k wrote: Ed's: @Ninja - your dudes and dudettes need somewhere to sleep. They've been awake pretty much 24 hours now.
And guys, you're not all the only remnants of humanity left out there.. or are you?
Note that the term "humanity" excludes the Russians, except for Helena cause she has a dog and that dog is kewl.
they can sleep in the APC's, those things are massive and there's only like 10 people between the two, they can just take turns driving and sleeping, YOU'LL NEVER MAKE ME STOP DARK! NEVER!!!! exept to refuel i'm not giving you any chances to use that massive hoard on me
though I may have them find a hide out soonish, as soon as I see what FITZZ does about my Osprey spying on him
Edit: we're probably not, but most of the people who would give in to peaceful perswasion(sp) of us moving in with them are probably in DC/norfolk chilling with the russians, and I really can't be bothered getting into aggresive negotiations with more potential customers ATM
Helena looked out at the group of people now filling the shelter. She was uneasy in the presence of so many Americans, especially as they kept on eyeing her as they talked. She couldn’t make out everything they talked about, her hearing and slightly rusty English (not to mention the American’s predilection of speaking in colloquialisms) hampering her in understanding what everyone was saying. She was also trying to keep her knowledge of English to herself.
She motioned to catch Fox’s attention and nodded towards the person laying underneath the blankets on the bunk across from her “What is wrong with him? Is there anything I can do?”
Tombstone felt a twinge of remorse as the young girls head exploded and her body crumpled to the black top,he stared at the lifeless corpse for several moments until screaming from behind him caught his attention.
As he turned,he saw Bingo and Roy Boy,who despite the numerous walkers,had gone after the panicked driver of the vehicle that had killed Double D.
The two bikers were stabbing the cars driver repeatedly,pay back for their fallen brother,Tombstone heard the screaming of several others coming from inside the vehicle,they got louder as Bingo leaned into the car,but were violently cut off by the roar of an SMG.
For a moment,Tombstone considered turning his guns on the two bikers,but before he could,he saw them swarmed by the dead,Roy Boy let out a startled scream as several zombies sank their teeth into what exposed flesh they could find,blood streaming as one ghoul ripped half the mans face away.
Bingo faired no better,the biker raised the Mac-10 he'd used to kill the passengers in the car,but the weapon emitted only a dry click as he pulled the trigger,as he frantically attempted to reload,the dead fell upon him,driving him backwards into the car ,were amongst those he had killed,Bingo was ripped open,the ghouls feasting on his insides as he screamed.
Tombstone kicked his bike to life,seeing the remaining bikers race past him to join the now moving convoy,Tasha screaming at him from her position behind Dead man to get his ass moving.
Sparing a final glance over his shoulder at the carnage behind him,Tombstone saw the dead feeding on the fallen,several ghouls stared back at the biker,their faces slick with freshly spilled blood,mangled flesh and dripping entrails clasped in their claw like hands,they staggered to their feet,advancing on Tombstone and Keira.
" Let's go Stone." Keira said in a voice that was little more than a whisper.
The biker nodded and gunned his engine catching up with the rest of the retreating convoy.
OOC..
Three Satans Servants were killed in the zombie attack,along with several survivors from the Hotel (who I'll let Halonachos pick later).
Fox noticed Helena gesturing towards Robbie. Robbie was unconsious, so he didn't need anymore help. besides, letting Helena work on him would only anger the snakes even more. There were four of them now, so Fox would need to watch her step.
Red Rat led the others out. Out scavenging. Once outside, Red briefed the rest.
"Right, Erol and Maria, You go ahead and find anything usefull. I mean wooden planks. We need to board up the police station. That's where we are going to make our safe house. The rest of you just come with me. e are going to scavenge anything usefull from the ruins of the Station. The foundation of the building seems good, so it'd be livable."
Spook and Jerith nodded, the rest just grunted their aproval.
The two groups -Red with Eddy, Spook and Jerith the one way- Maria and Erol the other.
When Erol was out of sight, Spook spoke up.
"Hey Red Rat, can I have a gun? I feel safer with one. It gives me some protection against...the zombies."
Red approved. after a short walk through the rubble, they reached the station.
"Listen up, first priority are weapons. We're good for another month in food and medical supplies. Especialy with what you brought. But we need guns and ammo, so keep your eyes peeled." Red said with authority.
after a ten minute search they had found the stash of weapons the stored there a while ago. There was'nt much left. The grenade launcher with it's nine remaing rounds, seven M4A1's of wich one was given to Spook with some ammo clips, some Beretta's of wich the gun shop had a good supply of, and two shotguns of Remington design.
"Thanks." said Spook after being handed the gun.
He felt safer now. He was the only one who knew, and that person would kill him if he found out he told someone.
...
Erol and Maria were gathering planks out of the rubble. They were busy for ten minutes, and they had already found a good supply of wood. Erol was a big man. He was old, but he still looked like a bear. He had a shaggy beard, it seemed like he hadn't shaved himself in half a year. despite his age, he was still muscular. Maria thought him strange. He almost never said a thing. not since she linked up with Spook and Erol. The old man was strong too. he could easily carry a bunch of planks without sweat. Considering the fact he carried a bag wich looked heavy to her.She didn't know what was in the bag, whe wasn't even sure she wanted to know. The only thing Maria knew, from Spook, was that Erol had a butcher shop once. Before the outbreak.
Maria struggled though the rubble. She saw a plank, but when she pulled it out, she saw it was just a stump.
"We should go back, Erol. We have enough for now. What do you think? We go back for some rest and head out again for another look?" Maria sounded happy with her work.
the big bear, called Erol, looked over his shoulders. He could'nt see the station anymore.
"We go on for another five minutes." He said calmy, soft and cold.
The two of them went farther two blocks. Maria thought she saw comb. She neeled, to pick it up...
Erol though this was the good moment. They were out of sight of the rest. He wanted to.
Out of his bag, Erol produced a big butchers knife, one with which to cut meat in pieces with. Maria inspected the comb, still kneeling. Erol walked up to here slowly. He raised his butchers knife high, and let it fall down again, until it contected Maria's neck. ith all the power he put behind it, her neck seperated from her body. Blood spattered everywhere. the room was slick with blood. Blood was still sprayong out of her neck, adding to the pool of blood.
Erol Stood over the body of Maria. He was, just like the room, slick with blood. Blood dripped from his butchers knife. He looked at the body and whispered something.
Tombstone sped away after the convoy, revving it too keep up with the rest of the vehicles. Over his shoulder Keira watched the swarm pile the corpses of the recently dead. Twice, Keira held her hand over her mouth to stop herself from crying out. It wasn't so much the dead that was the problem, it was more the kids. A lot had died.
"I can't deal with this." Keira said suddenly. Something had snapped inside her, she'd given up on the world.
It was all too much seeing a small boy get his scalp ripped clean off whilst he was screaming.
I have a feeling Keira may be having another incident very soon.
@ Scrazz.
What sort of Gang are the Snakes (sorry if you Rped it somewhere and I missed it)
Just trying to determine if they and the Satan's Servants could be rivals.
they were originaly a biker gang, but after the outbreak, most of them lost their bike. Now, i figure, bikes are hard to come by. So yes, they could be rivals
Scrazza wrote:they were originaly a biker gang, but after the outbreak, most of them lost their bike. Now, i figure, bikes are hard to come by. So yes, they could be rivals
I sense more violence coming.
OOC...Well,considering our convoy will be setting up camp about 30 miles from your current location and that the Snakes and the Satan's Servants probably were rivals ( Hell for the sake of the RP let's say they are),I'm sure we're bound to run into one another..and well,more violence could ensue.
Scrazza wrote:I'm looking forward to it. But, I have no doubt, Dark will put up an event that will make our stand off...erm...akward.
Awkward...yes I would say that about sums it up nicely.
As a side note,surely there would be enough motorcycles laying about for you group to re-equip themselves,can't imagine bikers hoofing it if they didn't have to.
Scrazza wrote:But watch out though, there is now a serial killer on the loose around Pine Ville.
I'm part of a convoy consisting of two tanks,a group of lunatic bikers,a dude who love heavy machine guns,a ninja with a super rifle,a guy who can transform into a zombie mutant and a former nurse who is going insane...serial killers run from us.
Saunders blinked a few times and fully opened his bloodshot eyes. The sound of weapons fire and the screams of the dying filtered into the now mostly empty cab of the Hmmwv and fell upon his ears, waking him from his drunken slumber.
In the coupla above, the Ma Deuce was being rocked by one of Tombstones men raining smoking shell casings and links down upon anyone near the sides of the vehicle. The vibrations could be felt throughout the vehicle in an almost soothing, constant vibe while half inch slugs turned walkers into a Swiss cheese around him. Over the sound however, he could detect something else filtering in over the noise. It was gentle, almost like a whisper, but as light was it was it fully gripped his attention.
The thick armored door of the hmmwv groaned as it was pushed opened from the inside. A lone figure stepped out of the opening and into a world a chaos which instantly surrounded him. Saunders slowly walked unaffected by the anarchy that surrounded him to about a distance of ten feet from the side of the vehicle and stopped. With a blank look on his face, he just stared at the wood line as the shadow forms danced ahead of him in his minds eye.
Tasha was running.
The situation had gone from bad to worse and now everyone was scrambling to get the hell out of the kill zone. After yelling at Stone to get his rear in gear, she fired her pistol at a walker ahead of her clearing a path for her and the kid which she had scooped up moments earlier. She reached the hmmwv and quickly shoved the kid inside the unexpectedly empty back seat.
"gak" she muttered as quickly looked around.
She spotted Saunders with his back to her standing at the edge of the wood line. He was just standing there with his hands at his side, his head listing from side to side slowly. It was then that she noticed them. About a dozen walkers could be seen ahead of him and more were joining them as they shambled out of the wood line. Tasha couldn't help but stare for a few moments as she realised that they were not trying to attack Saunders, but instead were stopping a few scant yards in front of him and were just standing there looking at him.
"What the hell?"
She shut the hmmwv door and with her weapon at the ready she cautiously advanced forward.
"Saunders, what are you doing?" She said just loud enough for him to hear while hopefully not drawing any unwanted attention to her.
He just stood there, as if he didn't hear her speaking to him.
"What are you doing? We have to GO!"
"Can you hear them?" he asked in a deep tone. His voice flat of all emotion.
'What?"
"Can you hear them? They are calling for us...."
"Saunders I....."
"It's beautiful!" He turned and looked at Tasha. His orange eyes tearing and filled with a look of pure longing. The same way a really fat kid would look at freshly baked cake from behind the glass storefront counter.
Tasha raised her pistol and pointed it directly at his head. With a flick of her thumb the exposed hammer was pulled back and locked into firing position. Saunders shifted his head to the side with a look of bewilderment now on his face.
"This is just the beginning...." he said as he turned back around to face the gathering of walkers.
"I'm sorry" she said.
"So am I." came the flat reply from Saunders.
She paused a brief moment, then pulled the trigger.
Cutter was reloading a fresh fat fifty can on ammo into the Ma Deuce when he happened to notice Tasha coming up alongside the backside of the hmmwv. He looked down and also noticed that she was dragging someone by the foot to the vehicle.
Cutter jumped up out of the coupla and slid down the back of the vehicle to help her lift the limp form of Saunders into the vehicle. As he bent down to grab hold of him, he noticed a bloody hole in Saunders chest.
"Jesus Tasha, Saunders is hit!"
"I know Cutter, I'm the one that shot him."
Cutter looked at Tasha visibly taken back by what he had just heard. Tasha leveled her gaze and looked back at him.
"Don't give me that. Something was going on beyond our control and I had no choice."
Cutter bent down and shook the limp form of Saunders.
"If he even alive?"
"With everything I have read and seen about him, I don't think that it really matters. Now shut up and help me stuff him in the rig."
With a little effort they managed to shove him back into his seat. As they closed the door, Cutter was amazed at how little blood there was coming from the entry wound. They both mounted the hmmwv and soon they were speeding off into the distance with the rest of the survivors of the now ill fated convoy.
Inside, Saunders was dreaming. In his dream, Saunders found himself in a wrestling match with the creature that was his other half for control of his mind.
Red 6 decended out of the clouds, is downwash, swirling the fluff around it into random patterns. Saber watched the firefight down below as it unfolded, it appears that an old bus had broken down, and tht the convoy it was part of had then been attacked as he could still see some of the stragelers trying to flee from the ghouls, black shapes fought black shapes as the last of the survivors began to get pushed back while a heavy machine gun lay waste to hoards of ghouls.
"Sir looks like we have a colum of survivours here, request permission to support friendlies"
"Negative, hold your fire, observe and report."
"But, they're dying down thier"
"I said hold your fire, we may be able to work this to our advantage"
Saber watched as the skirmish unfolded below, the machine gun stopped firing as it's wielder fed a fresh belt of ammo into the gun before continuing his relentless onslaught into the ghouls.
Back at the amtracks, Jennifer and 4 of the other men where sleeping in the APCs while the others kept watch, they had been up for almost a whole day and it was getting to them so they had decided to get some sleep in shifts. They has sealed the back hatches and a lookout was stationed on the top of each APC, watching for any sign of undead attack.
As he left the carnage behind him,Tombstone heard the roar of a plane over head,glancing skyward the biker indeed saw the craft,similar to the plane he'd seen earlier that day,hell..for all the biker knew it could be the same plane,one thing was sure...someone was very interested in keeping an eye on the convoy of survivors.."All the more reason to get the feth off these roads and into some sort of cover." Tombstone thought.
Of course,the massacre that had just occurred was all the reason they really needed for pushing on as hard as they could to reach the Lumber camp,the noise from the multiple vehicles in the convoy was like ringing the dinner bell for the walkers,they had to get off the road and regroup..or they were going to get ripped apart out here,sooner or later...the dead would appear again.
Tombstone was also worried about Keira,ever since pulling away from the sight of the butchery on the roadside,the woman had been absolutely rigid,her fingers digging into Tombstones shoulders like metal clamps as they rode,something had obviously severely upset her back at the Hotel and now,with the addition of the carnage she witnessed when the zombies hit them,she may have finally gone over the edge.
The biker shook his head,she would be ok...she had to be.
Tombstones bike roared ahead of the convoy,determined to find the Lumber Camp as soon as possible,his mind beginning to race,imagining every sort of horror that could befall the group if they didn't find a safe haven soon.
As his anxiety grew,the biker saw a road sign in the distance,squinting he read the words imprinted on it.
Trinity Logging Facility
25 Miles.
Tombstone felt relief wash over him,maybe...just maybe,they would be ok.
Patrick sat in Halon's vehicle, the girl on his lap as there wasn't enough room.
"What is your name?" Patrick asked
"Sylvia" she answered sweetly
"Patrick" he responded
Sylvia was roughly 5'4 tall, 104 pounds, long blonde hair in a ponytail, with a switchblade in her breast pocket of a salvaged russian combat vest. Regular dark blue jeans and some standard boots.
"So I guess you're a soldier?" she asked
"Far from it. I was an Assassin, not a government lackey with an automatic weapon." Patrick answered
Sylvia lifted up his sleeve, astonished
"You have so many scars" she whispered
"Bullets are unforgiving" Patrick said plainly
"Why does your tone never change?" she asked
"When one has experienced all the Pain that life has to give, his emotions and feelings leave him for the most part" Pain said
Sylvia put her head on Patrick's chest, a single tear falling down her cheek
an hour had passed, and the Snakes and Spook piled up all the usable stuff. They were stalled from work until Maria and Erol came back. Spook was jumpy. Red noticed this. There must be something on his mind, and Red wanted to find out. The four of them were just relaxing. On chairs, sipping from some booze they found. All except Spook, who heldhis gun tightly.
"They ain't coming back." Spook said simply.
"What do you mean?" asked Jerith, "they have to, we need the wood."
They ain't comming back." Spook repeated, clutching his rifle, not wanting to let it go.
He wouldn't say why, so they decided to head back to the shelter, stash everything there. They were vulnerable. With those Russians coming in soon, and the walkers there definatly were. The walk to the shelter took longer then the walk to the station. Because all of the boxes they were carying. Spook refused of letting go of his rifle. He stepped carefully, slowing them down even more. He looked at the ruined buildings.
Red thought it normal. He was afraid of the zeds. He must have seen horrors of what the zeds did to his friends or family. Red let ot be.
When Red entered the shelter, he was greeted by Robbie. He woke up like five minutes ago, Fox said. He had many questions.
"hat happened?" he asked. Who are these people? Snakes? from the looks of the jackets they are. And who is this woman?"
"Relax, relax." Red calmed him down. "Yes they are, robbie. They are snakes. This gang ain't dead yet. This is Spook." He gestured towards the shaking man. "There's Erol and Maria, but they are out there somewhere, we are waiting or them."
"This is Helena." Fox said, pointing towards her. "She is Russian, and our captive."
Helena looked up awkwardly. "Captive?" She thought.
"and this is her dog, Alexi." Fox patted the dog kindly.
....
Erol wandered through the ruins. It was the start of a new day, and it had begun good. Blood was spilt, and Erol was still splattered by it. He carried Maria's head, gripping ot by the hair. His bloody buthers knife held firmly in his other hand. He knew where the others were, but chose not to go back. The state he was in would alert them. Them against him. No matter how strong he was he would lose the fight.
"Blood, Blood, blood." he whispered.
He crawled through another ruin. Looking for shelter, and some food. He had to wash the blood of him too. He hated it, he wanted to reain blood splattered for longer, but when the others saw him this way...
He found a good spot. An old house, left standing. He found some food, and he ate it. He put Maria's head on a cupboard. He would make this his home, until it was time for him to move back to the others.
One more hour, he thought.
He got up, went for the bathroom to reluctatly take a shower. He wondered the water stil ran, he hoped not. But when he turned out the water, he was splashed by water, the blood runing of him an in the sewer.
fifteen minutes later he found himself back in the kitchen again. He sat down, and put his bag on the table. His knife next to it, he took out what seemed a piece of cloth. It was bloodied. he studied it, and he wondered when he could wear it again. It was his facemask.
Turning onto the old logging road,Tombstone felt a sense of relief,the signs along the roadway indicated that the logging camp was a mere 10 miles ahead,and if he judged correctly the vehicles following him should have no trouble navigating the access roads,not even the tanks,as the lanes were quite wide to accommodate the numerous lumber transport trucks going to and from the camp.
With a bit of luck,they should arrive in the next twenty minutes,and hopefully...find the camp free of walkers.
The minutes passed,and soon the biker was pulling up to the front access gate of the larger lumber camp,glancing around,Tombstone saw no signs of any of the dead,so killing his bikes engine he dismounted and turned to Keira.
" Looks like we made it" The biker said as he lit a cigarette.
Keira stared at him but said nothing.
Tombstone continued,hoping to cheer the woman up " Doesn't seem to be any of those things around" he said " we should be ok here for a while."
Keira issued a small tight laugh " Ok?" the woman said " Since when has anything been ok?..Just when in the feth was the last god damn time anything was fething ok?!"
Tombstone opened his mouth to retort,but closed it with a snap,she was right...nothing was ok,nothing had been for a long time,and in truth..nothing would probably ever be again.
" At least we're still alive." the biker finally said
"Good for us" Keira said flatly as she climbed off the rear of the big Motorcycle.
Tombstone shook his head,he had no words that would alleviate her feelings.nothing he could say to make her feel any better...
The biker glanced over his shoulder,hearing the rest of the convoy approaching,Halons tank leading the way as they halted a few yards away.
" Looks like you found it Tomb" Halon said with a smile " Fences locked?"
Tombstone shook his head " Haven't checked 'em yet."
" Well,maybe we should do that..don't you think?" Halon replied .
Tombstone glanced over at Keira,she was simply staring into the logging camp, " Yes..I guess we should." the biker answered.
Patrick,followed by a young woman,walked over to Halon,Tombstone turned away from the man.not wanting to feel the rage gazing at him would bring on,instead the biker decided to check the camp fence gates.
As Tombstone approached the fence,a low moan drifted towards him.
" Feth" the biker whispered drawing his pistols.
Inside the camp,three ghouls appeared,each wearing tattered and bloodstained flannel shirts,work pants and boots,they had obviously been some of the lumberjacks who had lived and worked here.
The ghouls drew closer to the fence,their moans growing louder as they advanced.
Keira laughed " Ok..everything's going to be ok." she whispered..
Tombstone raised his pistol and fired sending a round through the skull of the lead walker,pulverizing the infected brain inside and knocking the ghouls crooked work cap from his destroyed skull.
Two more shots rang out in rapid succession,Tombstone glanced over his shoulder to see Patrick standing in a firing stance,the weapon in his hands smoking,he'd fired two quick rounds and placed each shot with on point accuracy into the skulls of the remaining walkers.
Tombstone eyed the man for a moment,then turned his attention back to the camp " There's probably more of them in there." the biker said.
" I agree" Patrick replied.
Tombstone felt icy chills run up his spine at the sound of the mans voice,but fought the rage back.
" We can't bring the convoy in there until we've cleaned it out." Tombstone said.
" So what do you suggest?" Halon asked.
" A small patrol..ten men..we go in..sweep and clear" Tombstone said.
Patrick nodded his head,coldly eyeing Tombstone " I agree" he added looking at Halon " You should stay here with the convoy."
Tombstone looked at Halon " Yeah..you should...most of these guys are your people...if anything happens...they'll need you to lead them ."
Halon nodded " So who goes in?"
"I will." Patrick said.
" I'm going...I'll take four of my guys with me." Tombstone said.
Halon looked slightly worried,assuming Tombstone may be planning a little more than just hunting the dead once they got inside.
As if the biker read Halons mind he added " Send four of your best marksmen with him." the biker said pointing towards Patrick " He can lead the second squad...we'll each clear half the camp."
Halon nodded,calling four of his men up to the front of the convoy.
Tombstone assembled T-Rex,Roadkill,Woolly and Ajax,leaving Deadman in charge of the remaining Satan's Servants.
" We're going into the camp." Tombstone said to the four bikers, " Search and destroy patrol..you all know the drill..terminate any walkers we encounter...small arms only they'll be a second patrol in there...and we don't want any...accidents." Tombstone glanced over at Patrick and Halons men " You hear that?...No assault riffles...Hand guns,shotguns and SMGs only...and confirm your targets...I don't want any of my people catching bullets."
" I know my business" Patrick said flatly.
Tombstone stared at the man,burning with a desire to shoot him right in his arrogant face,instead he turned back to his men " Watch your asses in there...we've lost enough people..I don't want to lose any more."
The biker turned to Deadman " Hold it together out her bro" the biker said " Keep everyone alive...and..keep Keira safe."
With that Tombstone and his men opened the camps main gate and entered...closely followed by Patrick and his squad.
Upon entering the camp,Tombstone led his men to the left,Patrick taking his group to the right.
A sweep of two large corrugated metal storage buildings revealed no walkers,and Tombstone then led his men towards another structure,which had apparently served as the camps Recreational facility.
Entering the building,Tombstone noticed several pool tables and standing video games occupying the left of the large room,A bar and jukebox taking up the rear wall..
The moaning cam from his right,turning quickly,the group of bikers took posistion,there..amongst a number of tables,was a lone ghoul...it had been a female...in another existence,probably the bar maid judging by the scanty nature of it's decaying clothing,One of the ghouls arms had ben ripped away and there was a large hole were it's stomach had once been.
Tombstone noticed with grim amusement that the zombies intestines had become entangled around an over turned chair and the walker was slowly dragging it along as it advanced.
The biker fired his pistol blowing the top of the ghouls head away in an explosion of stinking gore.
Tombstone turned to the others " Ajax..Woolly..check the back room" the biker said walking towards the bar and snatching up a bottle of whiskey that sat there.
The Biker turned the bottle up,feeling the hot liquid numb him.
Ajax and Woolly reappeared,reporting to Tombstone the rear room was clear.
" Nothing back there except a dozen cases of Whiskey and a load of beer" Ajax said with a smile
" Good.." Tombstone said " We'll come back and drink it all later."
The group exited the Rec Hall and headed towards the Huge structure Tombstone identified as the camps processing mill.
In the distance a series of shots rang out,apparently the other group had made contact with some walkers.
Tombstone paused,glancing in the direction of the gunfire,after several minutes of silence the biker motioned his men to follow him into the mill.
The structure was a two story affair,the ground floor consisted of winches and chain falls used to off load freshly cut trees for processing,huge vats of chemicals,multiple industrial saws and chippers and a huge shipping and receiving area,freshly cut lumber was stacked into various piles along the far walls.
The second story appeared to house the many crane controls as well as several small offices.
" We'll start upstairs." Tombstone said glancing around " Then work our way back down."
Upstairs,the group located a dead man in the front office,he was sitting behind a desk,and though he was severely decomposed,it wasn't to difficult to piece together what had happened,the man had obviously been bitten,the sleeve of his shirt ripped and covered in dried blood,he had then taken refuge in this room...and shot himself in the head,long dried brain and blood splattered on the far wall.
A subsequent search of the remaining offices revealed little more,empty and silent...seemingly untouched for years.
" Walkers!!" T-Rex called,the rest of the biker rushed to his side,glancing over the top safety railing and back down onto the mills floor they saw why T-Rex was yelling.
A dozen or more ghouls had entered the structure,drawn perhaps by the scent of fresh prey,most wore the tattered work clothes of lumberjacks,one..a female,was naked except for a single high heel shoe,the signs of several deep bite marks covering her body.
" Bring 'em down." Tombstone said,raising his MP5 and clicking the selector to semi-automatic.
The mill was filled with the roar of gunfire as the bikers cut the advancing walkers down,the naked ghoul in the hooker shoe falling last as Woolly blew her head completely off with his 12 Gauge.
" Ok guys." Tombstone said rubbing his eyes wearily " Let's check out the rest of this place."
The bikers descended the stairway and cautiously searched the rest of the mill,finding no other walkers,they exited the structure and continued to further patrol the camp.
Testing is from the 13th to the 16th with my last test starting at 12:30 and ending at 3:30pm. Unfortunately its going to be rough for me to even think of anything to post in between seeing as though work has me from afternoon to the morning.
Getting better so hopefully I will be able to have a post in tomorrow after 1pm.
Red 6 watched as the small convoy dissapered into the forest, their was a clearing in the distance but he couldn't make out what was there, he pulled back on the control stick, not wanting to head into the unknow he turned the aircraft round, heading back towards the city.
"Hardie, we're coming back, find us a nice flat field will you"
"negative Saber, We need you to find us something a little more permenant than a field, somewhere secure."
"AW man, that might take forever."
"Big mamma's last words before she went to sleep, you gottaor you may as well not go back to the ship"
"Right, will tell you as soon as I find something
------(5/10 mins later)-----
"we found something, might take a bit of a clearout, looks like it's previous owners forgot to close the gate and there's a pretty big blood trail heading into the house"
"where is it"
"looks aproxematly 25 miles north north west of your current location at the highway intersection, we'll guide you in when you get closer"
Hardie relayed this new information to Royce, who called all the marines back to the vehicles. Making sure that all the supplies, incuding the new ones wers safely secured to the vehicles.
"lets Rock and Roll" royce called over the rumble of the engine as he pressed down on the acelerator, the APCs rummbled down the hill, mounting the highway and speeding away at top speed. Red 6 Hovered High in the sky, guiding them round various blocked roads and helping them avoid larger hoards.
He must have walked for hours. Hog was tired, and still, even with the distance he had traversed, the road ahead was still empty. Too his left, maybe thirty miles away, was a thick column of greasy black smoke, and even from this distance, smudges of ash filtered down from the sky. Something in his slightly scarred guts told him he probably shouldn't get soot in his mouth. After all, it could just as likely be roasted zombie, as burning building. A dew rag covering his face, Hog decided to carry on along the road, despite it running parallel to the blaze. He just hoped he'd get into cover soon.
Twenty minutes later and Hog was walking without the light of day. The wind had changed direction, sending the blackened cloud towards him, and it had blotted out the sun, leaving him to navigate his way through a suddenly eerie expanse. Hog had pulled on his goggles, and was walking, gun in hand. Even though less than an hour ago he had seen nothing down the road, no walkers, no vehicles, no people, suddenly being blind made his hairs on the back of his neck stand to attention.
A distant creek to his left made Hog spin and crouch, gun raised in the direction of the noise.
"F*ck."
Standing up again, Hog glanced down at the bundle of clothing he gripped in his hand still. It was half blackened by the cloying cloud, completely ruined.
Hog stared down at the clothes, and didn't respond immediately when another creak was issued, closer this time. Eventually taking his eyes off the dress, Hog noticed a silhouette moving through the pall of smoke.
It was a man, maybe about 40 or so, with straggly grey hair, eyes sunken so deep into his sockets that it gave his face, with it's hollow cheeks, the look of a skull. This man obviously hadn't been looking after himself. Hell, the prosthetic leg that let out a mischievous little squeak on every third step accounted for this. In the man's large hands was a sledge hammer (Recurring themes recur.)
"Well what do we have here?" The man's nasal voice whined.
Hog stared at the man, his thoughts still on the perceived failings towards Keira, and the anger it made him feel.
"I ainent in no mood to dilly dally, now be a peach an' get on your knees. There we go."
Hogs face, deliberately blank masked what he would do.
The gangling newcomer, stepped forward, so he towered above Hog's kneeling figure.
From the proximity, Hog could literally smell the stale scent of a years worth of dodging showers. The stench weaved a guaze of intoxicating smells, and Hog fought back against his gag reflex.
"It ainent nuthin' personal, so's you understand. I just need your supplies."
The man hefted his Mallet, and grinned a toothy grin. By God! The man seemed to have enough teeth for at least a dozen people!
"Whoa, 2 secs mate." Hog said, raising his hands in an appeal for calm.
The man paused mid swing.
"Sorry, I don' talk to me food."
It was Hogs turn to smile.
"I always suspected there'd be cannibals. Your no better than the walkers, really."
Hog's face contorted into a snarl, his features suddenly bestial. A bellow of pure malice erupted from his maw, and before the man, whom was taken aback, could react, Hog propelled himself forward, firing himself into the distended belly of his assailant.
With the fury of, not 100 bulls on fire, but of one small forest porcine, that Hog had garnered his nickname from, he set about his winded attacker. A hand, bunched into a fist knocked a handful of teeth from the jaw. A metal shod boot kicking the prosthetic from it's joint. Hog punched the man into submission. Pulling himself to his feet, he disdainfully wiped some blood from his fist, noticing for the first time how hard he'd punched the man.
The body on the floor squirmed slightly, and it tried to crawl away.
Hog stepped forward, and pushed, ever so gently, the heel of his boot against the small of his back. The man froze.
"This isn't personal, so you understand. I Just want to kill you."
Hog stepped over the man, taking deliberate care to shift his weight onto the leg on the back as he did so, relishing the whine of pain.
Now, with his positioning right. Hog squatted down to look the man eye to eye.
The cannibal, returned the stare, he didn't even blink.
"I'm doing you a favour."
The first kick caught the man on the shin, cracking it, and sending the remaining teeth through his lower lip.
The second kick obliterated any sense of hearing on the victims left side.
The third kick blinded the man.
The fourth kick caved the skull.
The fifth kick became a stamp.
The sixth and final stamp ground grey, gooey cranial matter into the floor.
Well. After you guys evacuated, so lovingly, the hotel, just as he was, what twenty miles away, he's meandering in a random direction. He's about thirty miles from the hotel now, and completely missed the 5000 or so zeds.
And that create a thingy is actually pretty damn fun!
Lol, you use 'print screen' on your finished character, on the maker screen and paste it into paint/similar, save it then upload to your dakka gallery then attach it like a normal image.
Tombstone and his squad advanced towards a large building marked "Cafeteria",slowly entering the team discovered an open dinning area lined with simple folding tables and chairs,a far wall was lined with several soda and snack vending machines.
Tombstone glanced around the room,amazed at the fact no one had attempted to hold up here.
The squad moved into the rear of the building,there they found nothing more than a well equipped and spotless kitchen,a large store room filled with various dry goods and caned foods,and a small walk in freezer filled with rotted meat.
"Shame." Woolly said,covering his face from the smell drifting out of the meat locker " I could sure go for a nice steak."
The bikers exited the dinning hall and moved on to what appeared to be a couple of cabins that had been set up for company executives,both were much nicer than the ones Tombstone could see lined up to his far right,which he assumed served as housing for the workers here.
Entering the first cabin,the smell of putrid decay hit the squad like a wrecking ball,in the spacious living area,several bodies lay in various states of decay,from what Tombstone could surmise from the scene he had to assume a mass suicide had taken place.
Each corpse was grasping a pistol of some sort in it's rigid hand,each had apparently died from self inflicted gunshot to the head.
The biker shook his head,it didn't make any sense,though it was difficult to tell,none of the bodies appeared to have been biten...it seemed like they had simply given up.
Tombstone checked the pantries,there was still plenty of tined food and dry goods,they hadn't been starving,and a quick glance at the table in the small kitchen revealed they had over a dozen boxes of ammunition.
Had they just opted out,cracked under the pressure?
Tombstone shook his head again,remembering what Keira had said outside the fence "Nothing is Ok...or ever will be again." the biker thought.
" Stone." Woolly said " Looks like the rest of the cabin is empty."
Tombstone looked at the giant biker,who was chomping on a candy bar he'd found and eyeing the corpse strewn about the living room.
" Guess some of us are better suited for surviving." Tombstone said.
" Ya got that right" Woolly said smiling through a mouth full of chocolate.
The sweep of the neighboring cabin revealed nothing,as did their investigation of what appeared to be a large company office and meeting area,nothing in there except a few desk and computers and a load of filing cabinets.
The group of biker moved on to finish their sweep by checking what Tombstone saw was a generator room and a fueling station.
" Be nice if we can get the generators up and running." T-Rex said as they neared the structure.
The group turned quickly at the sound of more weapons fire from the east of the camp.
" Looks like they're running into more walkers." Roadkill said,as he swung the doors of the generator room open.
A ghoul,dressed in khaki coveralls and wearing a tool belt fell on the biker from inside the structure,it's clawed hands tearing at his startled face.
" Jesus feth!!" Woolly yelled,as the walker sank its teeth into Roadkills throat and ripped it out in a spray of gristle and blood.
The wounded biker shoved the ghoul away,stumbling backwards himself,his scream a wet gurgle issuing from his destroyed throat,his had grasping the wound as blood poured from it.
The walker hit the generator rooms wall and rebounded,falling back onto the bleeding biker,again the walkers jaws clamped hungrily onto the man,ripping his pinky and ring fingers from his outstretched hand.
Tombstones pistol roared,taking the ghoul in the side of it's head,the creature staggered sideways and tumbled onto the ground,it's head a shattered ruin.
Roadkill fell to his knees,grasping at the gushing hole in his neck,his eyes wide and pleading,focused on Tombstone.
" Don't let this happen to me!!" Th wounded biker gurgled " I Don't wanna be one of those fething things!!"
Tombstone shook his head in frustration and anger.
" Please!!.." Roadkill spluttered,a gout of blood spraying from his mouth " Kill me!!..just kill me!!"
Tombstone raised his pistol and fired twice rapidly,both slugs striking Roadkill in the center of his skull,the man was pitched backwards as his brains splattered onto the ground behind him.
Tombstone roared in fury and emptied his pistol into the body of the fallen ghoul.
" God Damn it!!" The biker roared,kicking the generator room door off it's hinges,where it crashed onto the prone form of the bullet riddled walker.
" Mother fething Damn IT!!!" He bellowed again as he slapped a fresh magazine into his pistol " I said be careful!!...I told you all to watch your asses in here!!!...God Fething Damn IT!!"
Tombstone slammed his boot into the side wall of the generator room as he entered the structure still cursing at the top of his lungs.
Inside,he found nothing except a dozen industrial generators,several full fuel tanks stood nearby,the biker checked the generators,each was empty of fuel,but it seemed like they ere all in working order,re-fueling them would indeed get them running again.
Tombstone exited the structure,he saw Ajax and T-Rex walking back from the fueling station.
" It's clear boss" Ajax said cautiously to Tombstone " No walkers inside...we found about twenty barrels of fuel though...if those generators are operational...we should be ok for a while."
Tombstone laughed " OK?" he found himself again thinking about Keiras words " Yeah...great...we're fething ok." the biker said spitting onto the ground
OOC..Yes,I quite liked Roadkill alot myself,more importantly "Tombstone" liked him a great deal...his death is yet another loss pushing old Tombstone closer and closer to the edge.
For those keeping count,their is now Four Satan's Servants that have died since the convoy left the Hotel,
Double D
Roy Boy
Bingo
Roadkill
Have all been KIA.
Okay as for the dead people, I need to look at the list but I'll say that they're not in the tanks.
As for how people look I think that Halon looks a bit like Ellis from L4D2 and while Tasha and Tomb fit how I thought they would look, Jennifer didn't.
OOC..@ Halonachos...boy is Jennifer going to be angry with you.
Also,managed to keep Halon alive and kicking.but alas,a few of his lesser minions were lost during the great bus breakdown zombie massacre...I'd estimate about seven dead,one of which was the girl Tombstone shot after she was bit,a young boy and his mother killed by zombies,the people in the car That Bingo and Roy Boy killed,before they themselves were eaten and perhaps two more caught and eaten by zombies...sorry for the high casualties,,,I tried to balance it out by killing off some of my people as well.
The amtrack crashed over the wall, sliding down the hill at the other side. the treads creating gouges in the soft soil.
"nearly there, just round those trees, should be coming into sight now." Saber called over the radio
"Roger that, looks like somebody left the gate open" Hardie replied
"Yeah, they may of been over-run, we can see a large blood trail heading into the main building"
the first APC passed through the gate, nudging it further open with the nose of the vehicle. as the gate slid open and the vehicle slid inside the compound Hardie and his men prepared to dismount, pulling on gasmasks and readying rifles.
The ramps crashed down to the ground and they all piled out, a fanning out in a well reheased drill.
"Phantom, Deadeye, clear the house. Hitman, Ranger, you're with me, we're going to check ou this whare house. eveyone else, clear the cars, lock the gate and get a lookout up that tower"
Phantom watched as everybody else hurried off to do what they had been offered, he motioned to Deadeye and the headed towards the door. He could hear his own breath from inside the mask. His nervous panting filling his ears. Hitting the wall next to the door with a soft thud. Deadeye taking the opposite side. *du-dum* He nodded. Deadeye reached for the handle. *du-dum* The handle turned, Deadeye's barrel fitting in the crack between the frame and the door. *du-dum* An empty hallway. *du-dum* He could hardly see in the dusty darkness, the bug-eye lenses obscuring his peripheral vision. They moved to the first room, Phantom opened the door this time, nothing. Deadeye took the next, nothing. then the final room on the bottom floor. It wouldn't budge. he leaned into it a bit, trying to keep quiet, it still wouldn't budge. He slammed into it, forgeting to keep the noise down, he crashed through the door landing in a heap on the other side. the room was stacked with small arms, rifle butts could be seen poking out from sheets on the tables. However he didn't get time to take much of a look, as Deadeye was helping him to his feet there was a Blood curdeling scream form upstairs followed by a quick series of thumps coming down the stairs. He snaped his weapon to shoulder level, aiming down its length towards the door. A trio of Gouls came skidding around the frame of the door. Phantom managed to gun the first one down befor one of the others knocked him backwards, clawing at the exposed skin of his neck. he squeezed the trigger emptying the rest of his magazine into the ceiling. he watched as his own blood covered the lenses of his mask as he clutched at his neck, trying desperately to breath.
they heard a screech, followed by some gunfire. Then silence.
"Holy Gak, what was that" One of the men said as he stood outside. raising his weapon to the door
"go check it out for us" another trooper said in reply
"fat chance"
"WHAT THE FETH ARE YOU DOING!" came a call from the other side of the depot, "get in there while they're feeding, NOW!"
"sir, yes sir" the two troopers replied, cautiously aproching the door
they entered the house, slowly advancing to the sound of the tearing flesh, one of them poked his head round the door he could see the two gouls eating Phantom, Deadeye lying on his front, his back shreaded from the claws. he poked his gun round the corner, putting a single round through the back of each gouls skull. the second man entered as the other kneeled down at Deadeye's side.
"Oh god, he's still alive,we gotta help him, come on gimmi a hand"
"Man you know it's to late for him, we don't have that sort of eqipment here and he'd never make it back to Station."
the second man raised his rifle, aiming at the back of deadeye's head.
"it's for the best" he said. and fired his weapon.
------------OOC-------------
two NPCs dead, but we have managed to secure the compund which is at the crossroads inbetween Halon's town and pineville on the side with the mountain
@ halon, I imagined jennifer sa a mix of Jennifer Mui (mercs), Carter(Sg1), Zoey(L4d) and Commander sheppard (mass effect) with a little bit of anya(Gears1) thrown in for good measure
@FITZZ i don't think you can get any worse than ' you killed my dad who I tought was dead for 18 years then found out he was alive but in hiding and I only got to talk to for about 10mins' also would those rockets on the front not burn your face
OOC...@ Ninja...True,I suppose Halon calling Jennifer a witch after killing her long lost Daddy really isn't such a big deal.
Also,I was just having a laugh about the rockets on the motorcycles,in fact..if Tombstone and the other bikers did equip their rides with rockets,they would do it like this.
Patrick entered the compound with his group of gunmen.
"Everyone here will refer to me as Captain. Understood?" Patrick said
All 4 of them nodded
"Good. We move as a group, clearing out each building"
They moved on, discovering that they were given the half of the compound that was dedicated to the workers. All buildings dedicated for sleep and recreation.
"You were directed to use semi-automatic weapons. This is incorrect. Full auto, small bursts dedicated to the upper chest area. We will be in close quarters, so this is required."
Patrick cocked his rifle and drew his sword, walked with his group to the first house.
"You" Patrick said, beckoning towards a man.
"Yes, Captain?" He asked
"One burst through the door, that goes for every house." Pain said
"Understood" He acknowledged
4 shots rang out, and the man booted the door.
A ghoul lay on the ground, fresh blood streaming from his head.
"Seems he couldn't open the door" Patrick said, pushing the man aside and entering the building
The sword went quick as lightning into the leaping ghouls skull, impaling itself in the mouth
"Unbelievable" A soldier with a bullpup model rifle whispered
"Clear, on to the next one" Patrick finalized, walking out of the building
"I don't want this to take all day, this is boring." Patrick said
"You three, go one house ahead of us. If one of you dies, all of you die. Understood?" Patrick questioned
A veteran soldier approached him, seemingly disgruntled.
"What are you, son? How can you threaten our lives so easily?" He asked
"You were told to call me Captain. Lead the second squad into the building one ahead of us. If any one of you dies, all of you die. Do not question me on moral issues, you don't know Pain." Patrick said in the same tone he always uses.
The man started again, but Patrick struck him the face with the back of his hand.
"Now" Patrick commanded
The man backed off, fuming with rage, he headed towards the house one after the second.
The man who had fired through the door was left with Patrick.
They went on, clearing each building without incident. Several times they encountered ghouls and heard gunshots from the group up ahead and the bikers group.
Finally, they finished. He met up with the sergeant who he had struck and his group.
"Excellent job, sergeant." Patrick said, in the same monotone voice as always
"Yes, no one must die. I apologize for my upstart earlier, Captain. I realize that I had no right to question my assigned Captain." He said
"Your admittance of failure is recognized, sergeant. That means a great deal in my eyes." Pain said
"Come, we meet with the bikers group, and assist them in any leftover cleanup." Pain said, heading off towards the last sound of gunshots.
Tombstone saw Patrick and his squad approaching and felt his blood boil at the sight of the man,he had no desire to speak with Patrick so instead addressed one of Halons men.
" You guys clear your sector?" The biker asked
" We have" Answered the man " The Captain ensured all the walkers in that area were destroyed."
"Captain??" Tombstone asked,tilting his head.
" I have taken command of these men,therefore I am their Captain" Patrick answered
Tombstone shook his head dismissively " Pfft..If you say so Bub." the biker said laughing "You go be a Captain and I'll take my report from this man." Tombstone indicated the man he'd spoken to before.
" Chain of command is essentially you barbarous mongrel" Patrick said flatly. " I am in command of these..."
Tombstone had had enough of listening to this dribble,he motioned for his men to follow him and turned away from Patrick shaking his head in disgust,leaving Patrick and his squad back by the generator shed.
Upon exiting the camps fence Tombstone found Halon talking with several of his men.
" We heard shooting." Halon said " Everyone ok?"
Tombstone shook his head " We lost Roadkill...a walker got him...tore his throat out..I put him down." The biker said grimly.
" Tomb..I'm sorry man" Halon said.
" Can't worry about that now bro" The biker said " We need to get the convoy inside."
" So..the areas secure" Halon asked.
" As far as I know...the west side is for sure...we took care of that." Tombstone said.
" What about the other side?" Asked Halon.
" Pfft.." Tombstone shrugged " Ask your Captain."
" Captain?" Halon asked puzzled " I have a Captain?"
" Apparently so." Tombstone shrugged as he went to check on the rest of his men.
"Lets go, squad. All of you performed excellent, and don't take that lightly. I killed my former squad mates when I was in the SAF because of their incompetence." Patrick said
They walked towards the gate to where everyone was, seeing that we were starting to move everyone and everything in.
"The only squad mates that I ever liked and took bullets for was my squad that I hand-picked. 3 men besides myself, all K.I.A." Patrick explained
"I named us the Ruff Ryders, after the popular rap group in the United States." Patrick said
"You really have had a rough life, haven't you, Captain?" the Sergeant said
"More than you can fathom, Sergeant" Patrick said
They reached Halon, who was guiding the vehicles in.
"Halon, this squad has performed outstanding today." Patrick said
"I suppose you are the Captain, then?" He asked
"Of these four, yes. I would like to request that in any further assignments that require a group, that I take these four." Patrick said
"Uhm...sure?" Halon said, slightly confused
Patrick turned to his squad.
"All of you, I want you to ensure the women and children are safe as they make their way to the housing. We cannot have any accidents." Patrick ordered
"Understood, Captain" they said in unison.
With that, they headed off
Patrick turned back to Halon
"The east side is secure. The east side has one storage building which was free of any ghouls, and roughly a dozen housing structures. All are clear. I suggest you guide them there. Those men are capable to defend them come any surprise attacks." Patrick said
Halon sighed, clearly tired from the travel and stress of the movement from the hotel compound.
Patrick saw that girl, the one he had taken a liking too....Sylvia, step out of the Hummer she had forced to stop. She ran towards him, hugging him.
"Off, girl. I have no time for you." Patrick said, pushing her off
"No, you're just playing hard to get" Sylvia laughed, smiling
"Come, Halon. I feel don't know what we are doing. I suggest we have a conference with Tombstone, myself, and you and your advisors. We need a goal."
Tombstone stood talking to Deadman about the loss of Roadkill as Halon and Patrick walked up to him.
The biker stared at Patrick for a moment and then turned his attention to Halon " What's up bro?" Tombstone asked.
" Curious as to our next move." Halon said with a smile "..any ideas?"
Tombstone laughed nodding " Several...first of all would be to set up a cleaning detail...we left a lot of downed walkers in there." The biker nodded towards Patrick " I'm sure they did as well...we can't let em lay around and rot,plus we found alot of dead civvies in there as well...same thing..we'll have to build a big fire...burn all the bodies to prevent any spread of disease."
" Agreed" Patrick said flatly.
" I'm overjoyed that you do." Tombstone said cutting his eyes at Patrick before continuing " After the camps cleaned up...assign a crew to inventory everything useful...and another to get the generators running...get every one fed and let the women and children rest."
"Sounds good Tomb" Halon said " Anything else?"
" Plenty" Tombstone smiled " We use the lumber to reinforce the fences...set claymores in the surrounding tree lines...place the tanks and Hummers in defensive positions inside the camp...build defensive bunkers...like pillboxes near the gates...put up sniper towers.."
Halon laughed " Damn Tomb...you do have some ideas."
" You asked" the biker said.
" The biker makes some good points" Patrick added in his flat tone " Defending the area is most important...but."
" But ?" Halon asked.
" We also must concern ourselves with what lies beyond the tree lines...what adversaries may be out there." Patrick said " I feel it may be prudent to assemble patrol squads,to ensure the surrounding area is secured as well."
Tombstone nodded slightly,he hated to admit it but the fether was right " We can discuss this later...for now,you should get some men together and see about disposing of all the corpses in the camp and cleaning the mess."
Halon nodded,and he and Patrick walked off back towards the camp.
Tombstone glared at Patrick's back as he walked away,the biker reached into his jacket and removed a photo,all that he had left of his beloved Daisy,One Eye had snapped the picture about a half year ago,back at the commune.
Daisy and One Eyes girl had climbed onto an old car.laughing and striking silly posses.a camouflage bandanna tied around Daisy's head and One Eyes Magnum on her hip...Tombstone had laughed at the two women good natured.
Staring at the picture,the biker felt his hatred of Patrick swell and a single tear slid down his face.
Halon walked around the lumber camp and found Keira, she was in a state of mental deterioration.
"Poor Keira," Halon thought as he shook his head, "at least she looks like she's haveing fun."
For Reals:
Halon looked around the lumber camp, the loss of some of his people was upsetting. Lisa, one of the younger girls, one of the kids, and some he wasn't sure about yet. He needed to get a proper head count when he had the chance.
"I don't like it." Halon said to Mace.
"Don't like what exactly?" Mace waved his arms in a wide circle, "There's a lot to not like."
"The factions being made here." Halon kicked at the dirt and made sure Tomb nor Patrick were around, "Patrick has himself some men now I guess and of course you guys are your own group and then there's my people who are dwindling."
Mace put his hand on Halon's shoulder, "Hey now, you know you're almost one of us."
Halon looked at Mace, "No I'm not and you know it. Tomb is probably the only reason why you guys even talk to me."
"At first yeah," Mace said, "but you have the tendency to be like...uh... herpes or something."
Halon looked at Mace with a raised eyebrow, almost interested in how this analogy would continue.
"You know, once you get it you have it for life so you get used to it." Mace said happy with himself.
"I'll take that as a compliment friend." Halon looked at the vehicles filing into the compound and at the sky.
"What're you looking for?" Mace asked after Halon had been looking at the sky for almost a whole minute.
"A plane." Halon said flatly.
"A plane? Why?" the biker replied confused.
"I fething want one." Halon smiled as he returned his gaze back to the immediate area.
"Do you know how to fly one?" Mace asked noting the change in Halon's attitude.
"I played a lot at Hanger 09, it was an arcade like thing that had F-18 flight simulators you got to mess around with." Halon was reminiscing, they served pizza from a brick oven too and it was always just hanging out with his buds and then shooting them down.
"Yeah, but that's just a simulation." Mace clapped Halon on the back and began to walk off.
Halon looked around and wondered what was going to happen, not as many supplies, different groups were forming...
Halon saw a bug on the ground and smashed it with his foot.
"I don't need a fething civil war here." Halon thought almost angry, "Keira should be calm but she isn't, Tomb should be the leader but he kind of isn't, Shadow needs to be here but he isn't. Yeah, we need Shadow." he concluded as he sat down and drew plans out in the dirt with a stick.
Tombstone returned the photo to his jacket,rubbing his eyes ,the biker felt exhausted.
He laughed to himself " Haven't slept in a while...surprised I'm not falling over."
Tombstone turned as he felt a tug at his arm,Tasha stood there,a mixture of concern and puzzlement on her face.
" What is it?" Tombstone asked staring at the woman.
" I...well...you need to see this." she said.
Tombstone walked with her to the rear of one of the Hummers,Saunders lay silently in the back,dried blood covering the man.
" What the feth happened to him?" Tombstone asked with some amazement.
" I...um...well,I shot him." Tasha said.
" You..Shot him?" Tombstone asked raising an eyebrow.
" When we got hit back on the road" Tasha said " I didn't have a choice...Stone,something was going on between him and the walkers...I had to drop him."
" Feth Tasha...couldn't you have bashed him on the head or something?" The Biker asked eyeing the wounded man.
" He's healing Stone." Tasha said flatly.
Tombstone turned rapidly facing the woman.
Tasha nodded " I put a round right through him...but now...it's almost completely healed."
" The experiments the Russians did on him?" The biker mused.
Tasha nodded " Exactly...the rapid healing..being able to sense were the walkers are..." She shook her head "...and more...it's all part of what they did to him."
Tombstone was silent for a moment,then nodded..."Bring him into the rec hall...get Cutter and Ajax to carry him inside."
" Stone..are you sure." Tasha said.
The Biker nodded " Yeah...he won't hurt us...I..know that much."
" If you say so boss." Tasha said,turning to get the other bikers.
Tombstone went to speak with Deadman,he found him standing nearby Keira.
" We're going to fall out in the rec hall for a while" Tombstone said " We all need to get some rest...get Woolly and T-Rex to get that walker out of there...and then we're taking five."
Deadman nodded and disappeared.
Tombstone looked at Keira " Maybe you should try to get some rest too." He said
Keira stared at the biker " I'm not tired." she said quietly,her eyes distant.
" Keira.." Tombstone said " I don't have any magic words to make everything better...I wish I did...but I don't...but I do know I care about you...and I honestly wish I could make things better."
Keira lowered her head " I know you do." she said.
" Come get some rest with us...if you feel like it." The biker said.
" Maybe." she said quietly,still staring at the ground.
Tombstone nodded and walked off to the rec room,inside he saw Woolly and T-Rex,they had already carried the body of the destroyed ghoul out and tossed into a growing pile of corpses outside.
" Woolly...you take first watch...wake me in two hours." Tombstone said rubbing his eyes.
Walking over to the bar Tombstone uncapped a bottle of whiskey and took a deep swallow,the biker sighed and walked over to one of the pool tables,a moment or two later he was fast asleep on top of it.
Hmmm quite a lot has happened, should I do more with Falco? Nah I think I will just wait for event and then see what can happen from there, for his appearance pic, all I imagine he looks like is just a go in a really tattered grey-black hoody, some tattered jeans and the mask I showed earlier Don't rea\lly think I could get a pic for that
I call bs! There's no way that even Shadow himself could've been whooping Ralkov's a$$ and running a hotel badly at the same time.. he only does atleast three or no things at a time!
Pfft, two.. what kind of superhuman-bound-mortal would even consider such a thing..?
Edit: Aw hell I admit it - it's all true, true I say! It's a damn conspiracy! Just like Tesco's..
"WHAT THE HELL, WHO FETHED UP THIS TIME" came the call from across the tarmac. Hardie was running back over from the wharehouse, coming to see who messed up.
"Phantom sir, he didn't check the second story before he started to kick doors in, looks like there were three of them up there, clawed ones"
"well gak me, did you check the rest of the house" hardie called back
"yes-sir, looks like they were feeding on the previous owners, lots of dead shambelers up there as well."
"well get them outside the wall and burn the bodies, I'll wake Jen up"
Hardie climbed into the back of the APC, shaking Jennifers shoulder where she lay on the bench
"uuugh, where are we" she asked, averting her eyes from the brightness flooding in through the hatch.
" a small compound at the highway crossroads, it previous owners are coming outside now, if you'll excuse me though, i need to tell Red 6 it's ok to land"
"fine, i'm gonna go see our new home."
Jennifer walked outside the vehicle, just in time to see the other troopers dragging the corpses of the dead outside the gates and stacking them in a heap to one side. the last bodie had a jerry can sitting on top of it and when all of them were stacked proplerly the jerrycan was emptied over the top. there was a whoosh of flame as somebody chucked a lit piece of cloth on the top, igniting the petrol
Jennifer went to go into the house but had to jump back as one of the APCs revered across her path, the low growl of the APC's engine was replaced by the steady beating sound of Red sixes rotars, kicking up the dust and almost blowing her hat off. Saber just managed to fit the aircraft into the depot, the blades hanging over the edge of the wall. The engines whined down to silence and the flight crew opened the side hatch, hopping down off the end of the boarding ramp.
"sorry for the tight squeeze ma'am, we didn't have much to work with."
"It's fine Saber, just don't break her, we man need you guys some day."
"Aye ma'am, now if you don't mind we're going to go have a lie down in the sun, we're tired"
FM Ninja wrote:"sorry for the tight squeeze ma'am, we didn't have much to work with."
"WAIT!" Halon yelled as he ran towards Jennifer and her compound.
The guards attempted to shoot him, but his Shadowness kicked in and he leapt over the APC shooting each guard while performing an amazing backflip AND sticking the landing. The APC exploded behind him as he ran towards Jennifer and her awestruck pilot friend.
Hardie and a few others came out of the building and yelled "Shoot the demon!"
"No YOU ARE THE DEMONS!" Halon yelled as a minigun sprouted from his finger and he bisected each man with a burst from his gun finger and then they were zombies.
Halon turned to Jennifer and saw that she had a weapon raised at him. Using his awesome-like reflexes Halon turned the bullets to tiger balm which caused the gun to heat up in Jennifer's hand. She dropped the gun and as she did Halon kicked the gun so that it hit the pilot in the face and made him turn into Hannah Montana.
Halon cracked his knuckles as he looked at Jennifer with a sadistic glee on his face.
"That's what she said." Halon said before he grabbed the helicopter with his feet and began to flap his arms. Soon both Halon and the helicopter where airborn.
Jennifer could only look on in shock as the removed helicopter revealed Saunders being interrogated by a giant chicken.
"Oh, I get it!" the pilot said before he exploded into Col. Sanders and went off to help fight the chicken menace attacking Saunders.
As it turns out, the chicken and Saunders had a misunderstanding in the phrase "doing the funky chicken" and they all had beer afterwards. ...............
Meanwhile: Halon put his Shadow mask back on before reentering the building with his Russian prisoner.
Wild lumber camp sprouted a Med center and landing pad
...works for me.
@ Halonachos... ...Out of ALL the people we have with us at the lumber camp are you telling me not a single one can figure out how to fly a helicopter???
..Wait..Woolly is an ex Marine...maybe...just maybe...he has some limited pilot experience.
Wild lumber camp sprouted a Med center and landing pad
...works for me.
@ Halonachos... ...Out of ALL the people we have with us at the lumber camp are you telling me not a single one can figure out how to fly a helicopter???
..Wait..Woolly is an ex Marine...maybe...just maybe...he has some limited pilot experience.
Wait, I said that? I meant that everyone can fly it, its also made out of chocolate.
Did I miss somthing? When did we enter the Matrix?
OOC.. .
I was simply thinking that a major lumber camp was sure to have facilities to care for injured workers,someone is sure to saw a thumb off now and again...so I added a med center to the lay out.
I then got to thinking.."Well...what if some one fell out of a tree..or lost am arm?...surely their would be a way to quickly get them to a "Real" Hospital...so I added a Helicopter.
...However,if people feel I was "taking unfair liberties" with the RP,I'll be more than happy to do away with the Chopper....chocolate or not.
I was simply thinking that a major lumber camp was sure to have facilities to care for injured workers,someone is sure to saw a thumb off now and again...so I added a med center to the lay out.
I then got to thinking.."Well...what if some one fell out of a tree..or lost am arm?...surely their would be a way to quickly get them to a "Real" Hospital...so I added a Helicopter.
...However,if people feel I was "taking unfair liberties" with the RP,I'll be more than happy to do away with the Chopper....chocolate or not.
thats why you draw up the map, go away and have a bite to eat/cup of tea/ cup of coffee/write RP then come back and modify it, how do you think I came up with the half-tanker-rain-collecter thingymibobber
I was simply thinking that a major lumber camp was sure to have facilities to care for injured workers,someone is sure to saw a thumb off now and again...so I added a med center to the lay out.
I then got to thinking.."Well...what if some one fell out of a tree..or lost am arm?...surely their would be a way to quickly get them to a "Real" Hospital...so I added a Helicopter.
...However,if people feel I was "taking unfair liberties" with the RP,I'll be more than happy to do away with the Chopper....chocolate or not.
thats why you draw up the map, go away and have a bite to eat/cup of tea/ cup of coffee/write RP then come back and modify it, how do you think I came up with the half-tanker-rain-collecter thingymibobber
Duly noted..in the future I'll insure I have a break before finalizing any maps...particularly those featuring thingymibobbers.
Tombstone drifted in uneasy sleep,the nightmares that had plagued him earlier had returned,more vivid than ever.
In them,he watched helplessly as Daisy and One Eye,both transformed into the walking dead,slow devoured him,ripping his stomach open and pulling his intestines out as though they were streamers at some macabre party,before feasting on the bloody dripping organs inside.
" You failed me son" The One Eye ghoul croaked,shoving a handful of guts into it's gaping maw " You failed me..and I died for your failure...I DIED FOR YOUR FAILURE!!" the twisted visage of One Eye howled through blood slicked teeth.
" I Loved you..You told me you'd always protect me." The Daisy ghoul hissed as it ripped handfuls of dripping entrails from the hole in his stomach and shoved them into her mouth " You said you loved me..but you let me die..I LOVED YOU!!...BUT YOU LET ME DIE!!!" the zombie Daisy shrieked smearing gore down her body.
More ghouls appeared...coming to join the feast,Roadkill,Medicine Man,the young girl he'd shot on the road side...all there,twisted...dead...hungry.." You Failed us all...we all died..because of you!!..BECUASE OF YOU!!"
In his dream,Tombstone screamed...another ghoul had joined the others,her face mangled,her body torn open...it was Keira " You couldn't save any of them...could you" The Keira ghoul smiled revealing a mouthful of dagger like teeth " You failed all of them...and they all died..because of you...you'll fail again..and then we'll all die!!...WE'LL ALL DIE BECUASE OF YOU!!!"
The Keira thing fell on him,plunging her clawed hands into his chest and ripping his gushing heart free.
Tombstone sat bolt upright on the pool table gasping.
Across the rec room,keeping watch over the collected group of slumbering bikers.Woolly sat in a chair sipping a beer,he glanced at Tombstone with concern " You ok Stone?" The huge biker asked.
Tombstone shuddered and snatched the bottle of whiskey up from where it lay besides him,he upended the bottle..drinking deeply.
He blinked,staring at Woolly " Ok?...no." The biker shook his head " I don't think that I am." he turned the bottle up again.
"Hell, it' been an hour." Red sighed. "We need to look for them."
"Let's wait for a little more. They'll come." Robbie sounded confident.
Helena was flanked by Jerith and Fox, keeping watch over her. Robbie lay on his bed, looking up. The rest were having some food.
The door swung open, and the hulking form of Erol entered. The rest expeced Maria close after him, but she wasn't there.
If only they knew, Erol thought.
"Maria's dead." Erol said casually. Zeds. I fhough them off, but they got her." He walked over to his chosen bunk and layed himself on it. The rest of them simply gazed at him, with open mouths. If she was really killed, they were still zeds around, just like Erol says. Eddy was the first to speak up.
"Sh*t, that's ony two woman to fu.. erm...Fox and this Russian.
"Erol simply looked around, sitting on his bunk.
Red kept looking at Erol. There could possibly not be any zeds around, not from the bombing. He was hiding something. They'll had to keep an eye on Erol.
...one of about a dozen examples of helicopter usage at lumber camps I found in just under 30 seconds of searching.
I don't see it as "unreasonable" to believe that a lumber camp would retain the services of an emergency medevac helicopter,after all logging is a dangerous profession,and quiet often the camps are somewhat isolated.in a situation where scant minutes mean the difference between life and death for an injured worker,having access to rapid medevac makes perfect sense.
...As I said..I have no problem "Removing the helicopter from play" if others find it to be a problem (added it more for Halonachos then myself anyway.),but removing it because it's "unrealistic"...well,that seems a bit "unrealistic"..guess the best course of action is to leave the final decision on the helicopter up to Darko...who will probably crash it into the med center and kill several dozen people the first time it gets airborne.
FM Ninja 048 wrote:Maby a helipad, minus the copter. so that a medivac bird could land there if needed 12m minimim width however
Sounds perfectly reasonable ,In all honesty I'm not entirely inflexible concerning the existence of the helicopter or not...just a simple "plot device" I threw into the mix...I'm not "in love" with the idea or anything.
A whole year after the zombie outbreak...and the helicopter is still there? With fuel for it in the camp?
I mean, honestly, I don't care that much about it. But in this time period and situation, it wouldn't be here.
Now that I can agree with...it would seem odd that,given that zombies are running amok eating people,that no one would have jumped in the helicopter and made a run for it.
...maybe the pilot got eaten and no one else knew how to fly it?
Meh,as I said...the existence or non existence of the alleged helicopter isn't that important,if Darko allows it, that's all well and good...if not, so much the better as I won't have to be concerned about it falling from the sky and blowing half my NPCs to hell and back.
You sort of hit the nail on the head on my hesitance...a helicopter is a crude, but very effective, bomb. Easily capable of taking out half the compound I'm sure.
And, I'm sure that Dark would make us use it by sending a horde of zombies at us, forcing some deaths of characters.
"Gah!" Falco screamed as soon as the Russian fell. "I need some f***in help!"
Catour ran over to him and saw the full extent of what has been happened to Falco, there was blood all over his right leg, he knew that he needed urgent medical attantion, but there was no place he could go, so he took the remainder of the first aid supplies they had and applied them to Falco's wounds, it would have to hold for now. He then turned away and bent down to retrieve all his confiscated weapons from the dead Russians.
"C'mon quickly get up, there could be more of them," Catour said.
Falco tried to get up, but then fell down to the floor,
"S**t!"
Rachel quickly came over and tried to help Falco to his feet,
"Catour is right ya know, I don't think were in friendly territory, it's not safe here, c'mon, I'll help you up."
"Good, now let's go, we need to get to shelter and find some supplies, all we have got is some bloody tinned food, and it seems greedy here ate a lot of it."
"You ought to watch your tong, before I f***in cut it out! I found this food, and believe me I worked hard to get it, and that means its mine, and believe me I am not gonna let it go to waste you f***ing hear me?"
Catour snickered,
"This guy thinks he knows who he's dealing with, Catour thought. "He does'nt, and he'll learn that the hard way if he does'nt stop trying to cause trouble with me."
Falco's face was unreadable through the mask, but it was one of pure resentment for this newcomer.
While they were walking away, they saw a wrecked house in the distance over a hill, then they saw more, all destroyed.
"Holy s**t," Catour mumbled.
Falco looked at it all, and realised that this was not always like this, that about a day or two ago, this was a normal, intact village.
They walked along the streets, Rachel still helping Falco along. Falco shrugged her off and tried to walk by himself, he was quite stumbly, and his leg still greatly pained him, but it seemed he could walk by himself.
"Don't worry I think I'll be fine by my self," he said to Rachel who was walking over to him. "Just leave me to myself."
"Fine," she replied.
Catour stopped and sat down on the wrecked pavement.
"It seems our new "friends" have already made themselves welcome," he stated. "Already blowing up towns like every day is the last. Well I suppose it could be for us. This is not good..."
Tombstone swung his legs off the pool table,staggering to his feet.
The images of his dream still hanging fresh behind his eyes.
" Stone ?" Woolly said approaching Tombstone with concern " What is it man?...you look like...you look like you just walked through hell."
Tombstone offered a small laugh " We all have...and we still are." the biker whispered.
" I guess so..." Woolly said somberly.
Tombstone looked up at Woolly,clapping him on the shoulder " Take five brother...I'll be outside."
The huge biker nodded,but he didn't feel much like sleeping,instead he returned to his seat and slowly sipped at a warm beer.
Tombstone stepped outside,blinking to adjust his eyes.
He saw that Halons people had been busy, a large fire was raging at the far end of the camp,the bodies of the dead being tossed into the flames.
By the camps med center he saw Dr .Buckley,busily ordering several men about as they carried various crates into the building.
The man looked towards Tombstone and his face puckered with distaste,the biker had to laugh " Hope I never need that guy to operate on me" The biker thought " I'm sure he'd rather cut my throat than save my life."
Eventually,Tombstone found Halon,he and several others,including Patrick were standing around an old Medevac chopper.
Halon saw Tombstone and rushed over to the biker " Looks like we have an air force." The man laughed " If we can find someone who can get it running...and can fly it."
Tombstone nodded " Woolly spent some time in the marines...I believe he knows a bit about helicopters...I'll see about getting him to look at it later."
Halon nodded,noticing the distant tone in Tombstones voice " What's bugging you Tomb?" Halon asked " I mean ..besides the obvious zombies trying to eat us problem."
The biker offered a tight smile " Plenty's bugging me" he said,glaring towards Patrick.
Halon lowered his head in frustration " Tomb...man..I understand your pain..but killing hims not going to bring Daisy back bro."
Tombstone snorted at Halons choice of words " Bro..in this world..I wouldn't want her to come back." The biker fixed Halon with a steel gaze " ..Killing him won't change whats happened...Daisy will still be dead...but it would make me feel so much better."
Halon rubbed his palms against his face " Tomb...I..can't tell you what to do man...but I can tell you that us surviving is more important than your personal vendetta against that guy..."
Tombstone stared at Halon for a moment,a million retorts came to mind,but the biker had no desire to argue with his friend right now,Halon had enough on his plate,and Tombstone had no intentions of adding to it,the bikers business with Patrick would be settled eventually...but for now,he'd let it go.
" I'll get Woolly to look at the chopper later" Tombstone said,attempting to change the subject " Right now...I'm going to go find something to eat...then I'm going to go check up on Keira."
Halon nodded " Yeah...maybe you should...she seems a bit...well..homestly she seems a bit crazy right now Tomb...I'm worried about her...truthfully..I'n worried about what she might do."
Tombstone smiled " Seems like your just surrounded by crazy doesn't it bro?"
Halon sighed ,nodding " Yeah bro...yeah it really does."
Tombstone offered no rebuttal,he simply claped Halon on the back and walked of towards the Cafeteria.
BTW ghosty, whenever you want just have hog turn up at the gates, but in an obviously human way and if you do just leave him their, you don't survive for a whole year by just letting lone survivors wander in to your camp.
ghosty wrote:What I would do to have a beard. Only time I tried to grow one, it came out.... how should I describe it?
Well, to quote a sitcom, it looked like a whole bunch of tiny shrews died all over my face.
Shrew beard...sounds epic.
Mine started to appear when I was thirteen,for most of my adolescent life it was a struggle to keep it from consuming my face,now...many years later...I have grown to love it.
ghosty wrote:I just imagined a small kid screaming in horror, his face half smothered with shaving cream, trying to fend of his own facial hair with a razor.
No one can ever say my mind is anything less than completely sporadic, and totally insane.
So..so.. you're mentally like a fourteen-year-old?
ghosty wrote:I just imagined a small kid screaming in horror, his face half smothered with shaving cream, trying to fend of his own facial hair with a razor.
No one can ever say my mind is anything less than completely sporadic, and totally insane.
@ Dark- Yes, I can confidently say my mind aint matured to say the slightest. I still get hot n' flustered when a girl shows a bit of leg at me, and I constantly find myself playing with bits of lego.
IC: Hefting the sledge thoughtfully, Hog examined it minutely for fracture lines on it's wood stock. You could never be to careful, if the handle snapped prematurely, he'd be up sh*t creek without a paddle. On the one hand, it was a big risk. A hammer of this weight would certainly be of use up close, especially with his weight behind the blow, but at the same time, it was untrustworthy, he hadn't broken it in, it had been mistreated..
Hog blinked.
He had a thing getting attached to inanimate objects of recent. Sighing to himself, he held it up to examine the head. It was heavily scraped and chipped on one side, obviously well used. If it hadn't broken for the Cannibal, it probably wouldn't for Hog. Mind made up, he turned his feet towards the open road, and once again set of at a leisured pace, Sledge hefted onto his shoulder in a passive aggressive stance. Soon, as if by some miracle blessed upon him for ridding the world of filth, the sun began to streak through the blackened clouds, and covered the world with a staccato of light shafts, constantly in flux with the movement of the smoke. Things were looking up, but Hog still needed to find Keira a present, and somehow, a large mallet would hardly appease her.
Well, probably not.
Tombstone wandered through the camp, it's ugly structures given beauty by the emerald green light that suffused down upon them from the canopy of trees. Such did not lighten his mood, and he quickened his pace, looking left and right for sign of A. food, and B. Keira. Neither were to be found.
His stomach growled angrily, and it occurred to him that drinking whiskey, and shooting Zeds didn't constitute to a proper diet. Then it hit him like a large blunt instrument, assaulting his senses with it's delicacy. The moist, delicious scent of meat washed over him, and much of the camp, as could be seen from various people being attracted to it's source. Someone, god knows who, had seen sense to set up a Barbequeue near the lumber mills, and were somehow, impossibly, cooking Sausages.
A queue was forming already by the time 'Stone got there, but he barged past until he got to the front.
"Where did you find these?!" He exclaimed, his voice booming, silencing the excited, and hungry crowd.
The man, slight, excitable, and with a mop of wiry blonde hair looked up at him nervously.
"I-I Found them in the deep freeze. Checked the Use by date. These things, and I dont know how, these things are still within their Use by date. Well, they're only a few days out. Something about 'Long Lasting' on their pack. Hell, I think they were right!"
The man smiled nervously, he was trying his best, and, well the Sausages didn't look bad. And they smelled divine.
"Well...."
Thinking of no way to criticize, Tombstone's face spread into a wide grin.
"Hot dog me up then, I'll take two."
Walking back through the camp, he mused to himself that cooked, semi fresh food was what everyone really needed at the moment. It raised moral, made people forget the travesty they'd been through, what they had seen on the road, who they lost. Disheartened, 'Stone looked glumly at the ground, the image of his dead friends still vivid in his mind. It was there he noticed something, small, metallic, lying amongst the wood shaving mulch. It was a small ring, too small for a worker at the Lumber Mill. He squatted it down, and poked it, like some rare specimen. It was heavily weathered, but it's diamond still sparkled. Pocketing it without another thought, Tombstone stood back up again, and surveyed the camp once more.
He spotted Keira sitting with her back to the bustling camp, leaning on the back of a shack, staring into the wilderness. From the angle Tombstone had taken on his way through the camp before, it would have been impossible to see her. Never the less, he jogged over to her, and when she made no attempt to acknowledge his presence, he sat down heavily next to her, and silently passed over a Hotdog into her unresisting hands.
She carried on gazing into the woodland for a couple of seconds more, then blinked suddenly, and looked down at the sausage in her hands.
"Tomb, I thought all the meat rotted a year ago."
Tombstone, who had already stuffed the entire thing into his mouth, and was now suffering from what can be described as hot food and a burnt tongue made a series of spluttering noises, and he desperately tried to move the meat off his sensitive tongue.
Keira arched her eyebrow, and looked back at the Sausage. She carefully tore it in half, and examined it's pink, oddly synthetic contents.
"Well if it's as good as it smells, I guess it's okay. I hope it's not as good as it looks, that's all I'm saying."
She carefully began to eat it, and resumed staring into the wilderness.
'Stone, swallowed down the last of the feast, and made an awkward smile at her. Keira returned the smile, and suddenly things didn't seem so bad...
Hog had left the road half an hour ago, and was heading across the sparse grassland, the dry and coarse grass whipping at his legs. He'd taken to humming a tune to himself to keep his mind occupied as he scanned the horizon. In the distance, undeniably, was a grey, and imposing building complex. Could be a military base of some sort, but it looked much more... well it looked like a walled off house. Still didn't explain why he could make out an APC drive in.
As he got closer, he heard the distant sound of a brief staccato of gunfire.
Closer still, he heard a noise which he hadn't heard in a long time, and turned his gaze skyward, fast enough to see a small Plane (I think it's a plane. Knowledge of flying stuff aint my forte) scream overhead, heading towards the buildings.
"Well if the parties there, I don't see why I'm not invited."
Hog began to jog towards the outpost, oblivious of who was there.
"Keira, I gotta ask, what's bothering you?" Tombstone asked, after she had finished the last of her meal. He was apprehensive of the response, genuinely worried about the answer, but... he had to know, he had to try and get her past it, whatever it was.
Instead, Keira rolled up her sleeves, and revealed the self inflicted scars on her arm. 'Stone had seen them before, whilst she had been operating on One eye, but he'd been prudent enough not to say anything.
"Tomb, I haven't been okay for a while, you know?" She locked his gaze with her own, her piercing eye, cold and dead. There was no sparkle of life left within them. It was evident that she had seen far too much in her life. Far too much. The only other eyes that had a distinct lack of humanity in them was that of Patrick, and the walking dead.
Keira gazed down at her arms.
"What is the point anyways?"
Tombstone floundered. "Whats the point of what?"
"Exactly. You know what I miss? I miss the god damn life in this world. Let's be honest here, there isn't any denying it. Not any more. This world is a dead husk."
Tombstone retorted automatically.
"We're still alive, we're still going."
Keira gazed up again.
"Parasites, that's my analogy. The world is like a giant organism, and the Zeds, they're the immune system. All we are, is the annoying little virus that keeps dodging the Phagocytes. But you know what? I don't even see the point in that any more?"
'Stone looked momentarily confused.
"Fagosites?"
"White blood cells. They eat things."
"Oh."
Keira sighed, and stretched like a cat.
"I miss Hog."
Tombstone was stumped.
"I thought he punched you, and smashed your stuff?"
"If I recall, you were pretty forceful towards me at the start, as was 'Shadow.' My jaw still twinges every so often. Never thought the bone set properly."
They lapsed into silence once again.
"When I was 16, you know what I did? I was a cheerleader. Short skirt, athletics on a daily basis, flirting with testosterone fuelled men. And look at me now? I'm so f*cked up."
Tombstone placed a heavy hand on her shoulder.
"Your not. You know your not. Everyone here, thinks your not."
Keira was standing in a flash, a look as cold as Antarctica upon her face.
"Oh. Is that so? So, when you and Halon were saying, and I quote "she seems a bit...well..honestly she seems a bit crazy right now Tomb...I'm worried about her... truthfully..I'm worried about what she might do." Or when Woolly, and Tasha were chatting away about how Batsh*t crazy I am, and how they were privately betting how long it'' take for me to have another breakdown?! What about that little f*cking kid with his mother over there?!"
She pointed the accusing finger at a pair, who were oblivious, playing with each other.
"Know what I overheard them say? The women told her Kid not to go near me, and the children now run away when they see me?"
She took a deep breath, and finished.
"So No 'Stone, everything is not OK. Now go F*ck yourself up the arse." She spat at his feet, and without another word, stalked off.
Tombstone hung his head,staring at the ground,Keiras parting words had stung him more than he would have thought possible.
Partially because he cared for her,and didn't relish the idea of her bearing him animosity,but more so due to the fact that what she had said rung so true to him.
They had become like parasites,feeding off the carcass of a dead world,a pitiful scattering of maggots vying for a few last rancid scraps.
He also understood her feeling of being an outcast,unable to connect,the woman she had indicated who had warned her child to avoid Keira had also given the kid the same sort of admonishment concerning the bikers.
In fact,Tombstone had the distinct feeling that most of Halons people were none to pleased to have the group of leather clad hooligans roaming amongst them..
Even Halon seemed on edge,like he half expected the bikers to just randomly start murdering people...especially his Guard dog Patrick.
Tombstone leaned back and lit a cigarette " Keiras right." he mused " She's fethed up...I'm fethed up..everything in this whole god damned world is fethed up."
The biker closed his eyes and ex hailed a stream of smoke " Question is...what the feth to do about it."
... Several miles from the lumber camp,a figure dug itself out from where it had been buried under a years worth of foliage.
The ghoul staggered to it's feet,stumbled into a tree and toppled back to the forest floor.
A moment later,another ghoul shuffled towards the fallen zombie.
Reaching down it pulled it's companion to it's feet,ripping an arm off in the process.
The shorter of the two ghouls,a rotted carcass bedecked in the tattered remains of his cholo esque clothing ,snatched his decomposing arm away from the taller bearded ghoul and smacked him across the head with it.
The tall zombie uttered a chuckling groan,which sounded much like a laugh.
The ghouls stood still for a moment,sniffing at the air,cracked smiles parting their rotted lips.
The smaller ghoul gestured in the direction of the lumber camp as the taller zombie continued it's groaning chuckle.
Slapping the tall zombies shoulder,the shorter ghoul urged it forward,groaning louder as the pungent smell filled his rotten nasal cavities.
Cresting the top of a hill,the pair of zombies paused,again inhaling the scent they had both enjoyed so much when they had been counted among the living.
The tall zombie lost his footing,overcome by the delicious aroma,and tumbled ass over head down the hill,loosing and eye an ear and his bottom jaw in the process.
The shorter ghoul rolled it's eyes at the other zombies ineptitude and slowly shambled down the hill to aid it to it's feet once more.
Somewhere in the recess of it's dead diseased brain,the zombie recalled bits of it's past.
Movies in Hollywood,Fame ...WEED!,these things had once been important.
A name came to the shorter ghoul,one he associate with the taller zombie.
"CHHHhhhooonnggg." The shorter ghoul moaned at his companion.
" CHHHeeeccchh." Came the other zombies reply.
The two zombies grinned at each other,both sniffing the air blissfully.
"BUUuudd." they groaned in unisense as they shambled towards the lumber camp in search of the source of that lovely aroma.
Tasha leaned back in her chair against the wall in the rec center and glanced once again at the figure of Saunders laying on one of the pool tables where they had dumped him a few hours ago.
She had taken over watch from a weary Cutter about thirty minutes ago and already she was losing the battle against boredom. She was alone at the moment in the large building, and the interior was dimly lit from a few candles that they had pulled from a large box from behind the counter. With a sigh she let the chair fall back down onto all fours with a thud and stood up.
She walked around the pool table and examined the man that lay motionless on its top. Deep down inside, she felt bad for what she had done to him. She would never admit it to anyone, but she had experienced a moment of weakness and panicked not knowing what else to do. She stopped at his side and leaned out over him looking down at him.
"What am I going to do with you." she whispered.
She noticed that the bandage that had been applied earlier was starting to turn a unhealthy looking blackish green. She reached over to the red med kit that was nearby and pulled a fresh 4x4 Gauss pad from it. Putting a pair of gloves on her hands, she pulled on the edge of the bloody bandage and pealed it off the wound exposing it to the world.
Even after reading Saunders file, she was still amazed at the mans ability to heal himself. Already the exit wound had mostly sealed itself up leaving behind only a mass of scar tissue and dried blood. She deposited the dirty bandage with a pile of other junk that was contaminated earlier from the clearing of the building and turned around just as someone else walked through the rec centers front door.
Tasha eyed the man as he entered the room and walked over to the bar. She couldn't remember his name, but she did know that it was one of Patrick's new lackeys. She watched the man with a look of disgust on her face at his ability to blindly follow that....idiot.
Reaching around the counter, the man fished around and eventually found a bottle of Old Number 7 and smiled at his good fortune. It was then that he apparently noticed the onlooking Tasha and her quiet counterpart.
He walked over with the un opened glass bottle in his hand and stopped at the edge of the pool table looking at Saunders.
"So this is the amazing Saunders that everyone is talking about. Friend of yours?" he asked.
"You can say that." was her reply.
"Heh, He doesn't look all that special or tuff to me." he said and playfully smacked the mans face a few times.
Tasha turned grabbed the mans hand and pulled it away twisting it as she went.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." She said.
"Ok Ok!" the man moaned. She held his twisted hand for another moment to let the lesson sink in before she released it. The man shook his had for a moment in the air as the pain slowly faded away.
"You do realise" Said Tasha "That sooner or later following that idiot is going to get you all killed."
"What, you mean Patrick?"
"Yes"
"Bah, he is harmless."
"Do you honestly believe that?" she paused "he is a overzealous, ego egotistical, maniac on a path of self destruction and cold blooded murder. How exactly is it a good idea to put in with him?"
The man paused for a moment trying to think a good reply for that statement... and failed to come up with one. Tasha walked around to stand in front of him and looked at him square in his now doubt filled eyes.
"That's what I thought you would say." she said coldly.
They stood there looking at each other for a few moments when suddenly the sound of something ripping caught both their attentions and they turned to face the source of the sound.
Standing in the corner of the rec room, Saunders stood hunched over one of the bodies of the bar wench that was killed earlier. He had torn through the dirty white table cloth that was draped over her and as they watch on in silent horror, with one quick jerk he separated her leg from the rest of her body.
"What the feth......" said the man and with a sudden start, Saunders turned and faced the man who spoke those hateful words.
The man saw the glowing eyes and the clawed hands and promptly decided to freak out.
"WALKER!" the man yelled and reached for the Uzi strapped on his hip.
Tasha tried to stop him but was too slow. With a screech that was loud enough to hurt their ears, Saunders flung the leg at the duo and sprinted across the room away from them. They both ducked and separated as the rotting leg flew over head. The man recovered and aimed one handed at the fleeing form of Saunders and pulled the trigger.
The air was filled with the cracking of the weapon as it spit 9mm rounds downrange. The empty brass casings arced out from the the weapon and flew through the air bouncing off various objects in the room.
Several rounds went wide barely missing their intended target and buried themselves into the wall filling the air with wood splinters and glass from a shattered lamp. Saunders flung himself flat behind a billiard table. Screaming the man emptied the entire clip into the pool table filling the air with shards of green felt and billiard ball fragments.
The bolt locked to the rear of the weapon detecting an empty magazine, but in the mans blind rage he pulled the trigger again and a loud metallic click could be heard as it slammed forward. The man depressed the mag release letting the stick mag fall to the floor and he pulled a fresh mag from its pouch ready to inset it.
Another screech was heard and the man looked up just in time to see the bullet ridden table get thrown into the air toward him.
"Shi...." he flung himself at the last second out of the way as the tumbling pool table smashed into the spot where he had just been standing and proceeded to smash into/through everything in its way before it came to a final rest against the far wall.
The man groaned when he realised that he had lost his grip on his weapon and it now sat a few feet away from him with the mag. He extended his hand out and made an attempt to reach for it..... and failed.
Something grabbed the man square on the back and lifted him kicking and screaming into the air before flinging with with a crash through the front window into the yard outside.
Tasha stood with her back against the bar watching the entire scene unfold in front of her. When the thing turned and looked at her, she turned and ran toward a side door. A bar stool was sent sliding across the floor and she tripped over it falling to the floor. Before she could do anything she felt a hand on her foot and she found herself being dragged on her stomach across the floor.
She started to scream but it was cut off suddenly as she was flipped over onto her back and another hand gripped her around her neck, lifting her up off the floor and pinned her against a wall by the bar.
She looked down into the orange cast eyes of Saunders as a single tear made its way across her face. To her surprise, an expression of puzzlement crossed his face. They stood there for a few moments, Tasha gripping the arm that held her with both her hands in a futile attempt to pry herself free.
"Please..." she gasped barely able to breath "Stop.... Saunders.... your....hurting.... me."
Another tense moment passed before much to her amazement, she found herself slowly lowered back down until her feet felt the firm floor once again. As sudden as it began, Saunders released his grip and she fell in a heap to the floor.
She gasped as she took several deep breaths and rubbed her throat with her hand. She looked up and her heart skipped a beat when she realised that the thing had extended its hand in a gesture to help her to her feet. With a shaky hand she took his and she found herself pulled to her feet as if she didn't weigh anything.
"Oh my god." She whispered.
Outside, the slightly injured man that had been thrown through the window had picked himself up off the ground and was quickly making his way through the camp. He had to inform someone what was happening.
Off in the distance, he saw a group of men smoking what smelled to be pot.
"Walker," the man panted as Halon stared at him somewhat out of his mind.
He had tried to smoke the joint Patrick offered, but not smoking before had its ill effects. Halon had spent most of the time coughing and trying not to gag while Patrick calmly puffed his joint.
"Walkers in the camp? Halon said reaching for his M9. "Where?"
"In the rec center." the man clutched his side in pain before sitting down. "That one biker chick's in there."
"Let's go," Halon said to Patrick as he began running to the med center.
Patrick looked at his joint in dismay before taking a final puff and running after Halon.
Halon reached the med center with Patrick and German in tow. Halon kicked the door to the rec center inwards and pointed his gun forward only to see the bloodied form of Saunders standing in his sights.
"What the feth?" Halon said, "Is this fething Resident Evil or something?"
Saunders turned to look at the group and could only let out a small growl before Patrick opened fire. Halon jumped out of the way while zombie Saunders charged towards Patrick and German. German panicked and tried to run away only to be tackled by Saunders. A sickening crunch came from the man as his ribcage was crushed by the force and frothy blood poured onto the floor from the man's mouth. Patrick backed away and began reloading his weapon.
Saunders turned towards him and Patrick tossed aside his weapon in favor of one of his black rods. Saunders eyed him like a lion after prey and his intent poured from him. Saunders wanted Patrick dead. The man had shot at him as had the other one who was now dead.
Saunders was rising from his hunched form when Halon punched the man in the side of the head.
Saunders' head snapped to the side before quickly turning towards Halon who was rubbing his knuckles in pain.
"Feth me backwards." Halon thought as Saunders lifted him up by the collar and launched him to the back of the center. Halon landed on a folding table that collapsed with the sudden force, he groaned and saw Tasha getting out of cover. He also saw Patrick trying to choke out Saunders with his rod(bow chicka wow wow,sorry) with Saunders struggling to pry the bar from his neck.
Halon tried to get up, but he saw stars when he tried to so he did the next best thing. He raised his head just enough to see Patrick and Saunders and just enough to aim his weapon.
Tasha put her hand on Halon's and pushed the gun down and began to say something, that Halon could only guess was "No."
He couldn't tell, he was too woozy, but he did see Tasha get up and walk towards Saunders with her arms outstretched as if she was trying to talk or reason with him.
He could hear Saunders screeching though, "Fething Nathan Hale wannabe." Halon thought to himself as he tried to pull himself to something he could lift himself up onto.
Men: 16 total, 13 alive 3 dead 1) Gary, sniper 2)Mace: Satan's Servants member, halon's #2. 3)Mark, sniper(KIA shot) 4)Johnathon, sniper 5)Jason, hotel maintenance man. Keeps the generators running. 6)Snyder, gunner 7)Theron, gunner 8)Sherman, driver 9)Kyle, gunner(KIA shot) 10)Dr. Buckley, the doctor 11)Antoine, an orderlie 12)Jay Jay, Cook 13)Herb, short for Herbert, helps with the kids 14)German(pronounced Herman)(KIA died of Saunders Disease) 15)Joe, Joseph, mostly cleans the hotel 16) Stanley, mostly cleans the hotel
Women, 14 total, 11 alive 3 dead(technically 4 dead, but Helen can wander) 1)Ginger: Halon's girl, well ex-girl after certain revelations. 2)Cali, driver 3)Michelle, driver, antoine's girl 4) Berta, driver(KIA shot) 5) Sarah, cook(KIA, bitten by zombeys) 6)Jenny, sniper 7)Olga, helps clean hotel 8)Maria, takes care of children, married to German. 9)Lisa, teacher(KIA shot) 10)Allie, helps Lisa teach, Mark's girl 11)Kara, cook, Ben's girl 12)Harriet, gunner, Stanley's girl 13)Juliet 14)Helen, the super zombie in the freezer.
Kids: 5 total, 4 alive 1 dead. 1)Alexandra, daughter of German and Maria. 2)Thomas, son of Lisa.(KIA shot) 3)Steven, son of Michelle and Antoine. 4)MJ, stands for Mark Junior, son of Mark and Allie. 5)Ben, son of Joe and Kara.
Okay, had to update the list that and this makes it easier for me to make NPC decisions.
Tombstone snapped from his musings as the sounds of some large commotion drifted to him.
Fearing walkers had somehow breached the fence,the biker drew his pistols and rushed in the direction of the screaming,encountering his group of Satan's Servants rushing in the same direction,Tombstone yelled out trying to figure out what was happening.
" What the feths going on!!" The biker bellowed to Deadman as the group rushed towards the med center.
" It's Saunders man...he's...changed" Deadman replied drawing back the bolt of his AK-47 as he ran "Tasha went after him...but it looks like all hell broke loose!"
"Feth me!" Tombstone shouted " C'mon!!" he rushed ahead of the group of bikers,trying to get to the med center before someone got killed.
As the bikers crashed into the med center they found Saunders,transformed into his mutated self locked in combat with Patrick.
Tasha stood near Halon,who had obviously taken a blow (Bow chicka wow wow!..sorry) from the Saunders thing.
" Get the feth back Tasha!!" Tombstone yelled raising his pistols.
Event? I'll see what I can do over the next few days.
So, basically, Halon, Ghosty, FITZZ, Karon and jp400 - send your PMs.
Normal stuff; who do you want to kill/protect/ignore/go on a date with? Any specific actions you would like your characters to take? Bring back the Dodo?
Silver, my friend, I have many plans for Pine Ville. All will be revealed soon..
..provided y'all get roleplaying! Scrazza's carrying you guys' weight at the minute. Not that there really is anyone there, but nonetheless, potentially two or three very important player-characters.
Eh, just do something about Helena killing the old crazy dude and saving multiple as$es in the process. Thataways everyone wins! Except the old crazy dude, but he's the bad guy so it's okay.
By the way, I have decided to reveal my ENTIRE plan for the roleplay! YEAH, really!
Click to see what will be in store for you all in the future!*
Spoiler:
*Fooled, fools. Nonetheless, awesome ending to an awesome film - in low quality! Anyway, if that dude looked more Sweedish, he could almost be Patrick. No? Okay, if you say so.
OOC...I actually see a great deal of potential in the storyline taking place in Pine Ville,particularly were Helena is concerned...the escape/survive/pursuit elements are all there.
I have to agree Fitzz - the problem comes in that I am going to my parents-in-law's for Christmas on Friday, so I don't know how reliable my RPing will be (not that it has been really frequent. but hey ).
Though I am going to play my RP and see how Scazza wants to play it - his characters can either help me, or hinder me (or a mix - I think that Fox at least will help Helena, or at least no hinder her).
Ok guys, I will be joining your RPG. I've already asked Dark. He had no problems with it.
I Hope you guys have no problem with me joining so late.
player: Sillyboy
Name: Dieter "Dietn" Deceuninck
age: 17
heigt: 1.70 meter
appearence: jeans, black hoodie, Brown hair that always looks messy, and he wears glasses.
weapons: A baseball bat, and a pistol but no ammo for it.
speciality: Athletic, gamer, knows how to fight dirty
Backstory: Dietn and his family emmigrated to the states when he was 15. His parents were infected during the initial outbreak of the virus. When he was hiding in the closet from his parent, who suddenly had the munchies. A police officer came in and saved his live from the living corpses he once called mum and dad. He and Mike survived the outbreak and roamed the wasteland, trying to survive.
Until two months ago Mike became ill. Dietn did his best to make him better. But they both knew that without sufficient meds, he wasn't going to make it. So in the end, when mike was sleeping. Dietn pulled the pistol out of Mike's holster. And armed it whith their last bullet.
Walking out of the house he suddenly realised that he had to face this new world on his own.
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So, what do you think?
Will post my first rp a bit later. Got to finish my essays first .
I'm sure Darko has already advised you to read over the RP to familiarize yourself with the current characters and events,which I will also encourage as it will make future interactions go smoother.
Looking forward to your up coming RP and..all I can say is "hang on tight...it's going to be a hell of a ride."
I have already read the entire thread, before even asking to join. And what do you think of my character?
Its the first time that i am doing this. And was wondering what you guys thought of it?
I have already read the entire thread, before even asking to join. And what do you think of my character? Its the first time that i am doing this. And was wondering what you thought of it?
Well, I don't see anything wrong with it.
But goddamnit I don't think there's anyone here over thirty! Even ol' Tombstone's only 29.
Then again, the expected life-span of your average wastelander isn't exactly as high as it used to be.. Hell, I dunno.
But Roleplay #4 might well have to be 50-60 years in the future or some gakkkkkkk like that.
Y'know, after we've exhausted the main plot idea, I sure as hell wonder what we're going to do after that.. hell, reaching Day 10 would be an achievement in the plotworks department of Darko inc. to say the least.
@sillyboy - I did notice, however, that your grammar isn't 'top-notch'. But I'm not bothered, your sacred flag-charm above your avatar will keep my Grammar Nazi tendancies away.. for now..
Besides, your grammar/spelling/overall English literacy level will hardly get you the "worst-writer" award.. or mark..
Darkvoidof40k wrote:@sillyboy - I did notice, however, that your grammar isn't 'top-notch'. But I'm not bothered, your sacred flag-charm above your avatar will keep my Grammar Nazi tendancies away.. for now..
Besides, your grammar/spelling/overall English literacy level will hardly get you the "worst-writer" award.. or mark..
*Note to self brush off my rusty english*
*Also try to learn german, you never know when the grammar nazis show up*
all my characters also carry: 3x glowstciks,maglight, Some zip/cable-ties, a radio, plenty ammo, night vision device, gas mask
I just relised I could fight off quite a large horde with my small army _____________________________BIC_________________________________________
Ranger was sitting on the 'lookout tower' if it could even be called that, it was barley even five planks of wood lashed to the radio transmitter, he had taken the first lot of sentry duty while the sun was out and it was resonably warm. The smoke given off by the burning bodies to the side of the compound. he lookd out down the road, thre was something moving towards the compound on its own, probably just another lone Zed, he shifted himself so he could lie down in what little space he had and picked up the rifle. He chewed on his helmet strap as he lined up his shot through the scope, but as he looked closer he saw that this wasn't another ghoul, It was a survivor.
he tapped the button on the radio, not wanting to call out unless he scare their new friend "looks like we've got a live one here, coming straight for us"
Jennifer was the first to reply "keep an eye on him, make contact when he gets close"
"aye ma'am"
the man continued jogging toward the Depot, he seemed to be trying to shield his eyes from the sun to get a better look but the sun was in the wrong place for that. Eventually he got close enough for Ranger to shout out at him and he took his eye away from the scope.
"OY, You OK"
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I've got to go for a ceildh but i'll leave that for ghost to finish off
While the others continued to talk, questioning Erol about Maria’s death, Helena continued her signed conversation with Fox:
“We are not safe here – you have few supplies, no trained fighters – no leadership even. My people have set up safe zones on the coast; you will all be safe there.”
“But you have attacked America – your army even caused your injuries, killed the people with you.” Fox replied.
Helena shook her head “We are here to help you, not to destroy you. I don’t know what hit Pine Ville, but it was not us, our command knew where we were and would not have targeted the town even if we were trying to wipe out America.”
She gestured at the group around them “Even if we the evil communists from the Cold War and wanted to hold you prisoner, you stand to live a lot longer with us than living out here with these people.”
Fox sat in thought a while. “Why did you come to America then?”
Helena shrugged, wincing as pain from her shoulder suddenly flared. “We were told it was to find any survivors and save as much of your technology and cultural heritage as we could – We have missions all over the world to find people and bring them together.”
“Why?” asked Fox, her mind struggling to make sense of this information.
Helena made a smaller shrugging motion, careful of her shoulder “Together we are stronger… despite how this group seems to be.”
“I can’t stay here, and I don’t think you can either – can’t you see how they are looking at us? We need to get out of here, either with them, or without them.”
A warm wind swept from the south. Passing over desolated cities and barren wastelands. until it flowed towards the calm of the woods. There the wind saw a commotion as little people vented their anger towards each other. But he wind didn't care and followed its path. In the green leaves it played until the wind reached the blackend remains of a bombed town. The wind cried as he saw the scars of mother earth.
Rat looked up as he heard an eery sound. But he saw nothing except the wind blowing trough the woods.
"Man, I need some sleep" he mutterd. "I'm hearing things that aren't even here."
The wind quickly tried to get away. following the road out of town. There it noticed a lone survivor walking down the road. Carrying a large backpack.
Dietn walked down the road. Just like he was doing for the past eight days. Dietn liked to walk, as it kept his mind busy. In zombieland everything was better than thinking.
Because if you started thinking. you would remember the past.
Visions of his parents laying ill in bed appeared for his eyes. Reaching out for help with those horrible bite wounds on their arms.
"No" Dietn thougth, trying to clear those images from his mind. "I have to keep moving" he said to himself while fastening his pace.
I believe Halonachos was attempting to confer that he,or rather his character isn't a "softy",due to the probability that the mutated creature,or "Super Saunders",that he struck,would have an extremely dense bone structure,and striking it (The Super Saunders) would be akin to punching a steel wall.
He the went on to elude that creating an emblem for the Super Saunders would be a bad idea do to it's perceived similarities to the iconography used by a Historically noted organization responsible for a genocidal campaign in the mid twentieth century.
IC: As Tombstone lifted his pistols to fire, Keira ran into the unfolding melee, with enough C4 strapped to her buttocks to create another gulf of new mexico.
ghosty wrote:IC: As Tombstone lifted his pistols to fire, Keira ran into the unfolding melee, with enough C4 strapped to her buttocks to create another gulf of new mexico.
Well...erm...Damn.
EDIT:
IC...
Tombstone stared in stunned amazement at Kerias explosive laden backside,finding the combination of her taunt buttocks and certain death oddly erotic.
" If we live through this." The biker thought " I think I'd like to show her my etchings."
I've got all the PMs I need. I'm just pretty tired today, what with it being the last day of the school term and.. well, I'll let you guys imagine. This sure ain't good for those who lack imagination..
Anyways, lets place bets on how many people will 'shout' at me after this event!
I say.. three. Maybe. No, this is not a hint as to the contents of the event, as I haven't started it yet.
Suffice to say, this is going to be messy. Very messy. And we don't have a janitor damnit!
Darkvoidof40k wrote:I've got all the PMs I need. I'm just pretty tired today, what with it being the last day of the school term and.. well, I'll let you guys imagine. This sure ain't good for those who lack imagination..
Anyways, lets place bets on how many people will 'shout' at me after this event!
I say.. three. Maybe. No, this is not a hint as to the contents of the event, as I haven't started it yet.
Suffice to say, this is going to be messy. Very messy. And we don't have a janitor damnit!
Hmmm,Well,I planned to shout at you after the event regardless of the outcome...so I bet at least 1.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:I've got all the PMs I need. I'm just pretty tired today, what with it being the last day of the school term and.. well, I'll let you guys imagine. This sure ain't good for those who lack imagination..
Anyways, lets place bets on how many people will 'shout' at me after this event!
I say.. three. Maybe. No, this is not a hint as to the contents of the event, as I haven't started it yet.
Suffice to say, this is going to be messy. Very messy. And we don't have a janitor damnit!
Hmmm,Well,I planned to shout at you after the event regardless of the outcome...so I bet at least 1.
"atleast 1" you say? Hmmm, it's another one of those win-win bets that people sometimes make, like when I bet £10 on 'The Small One' in a midget fight.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:I've got all the PMs I need. I'm just pretty tired today, what with it being the last day of the school term and.. well, I'll let you guys imagine. This sure ain't good for those who lack imagination..
Anyways, lets place bets on how many people will 'shout' at me after this event!
I say.. three. Maybe. No, this is not a hint as to the contents of the event, as I haven't started it yet.
Suffice to say, this is going to be messy. Very messy. And we don't have a janitor damnit!
Hmmm,Well,I planned to shout at you after the event regardless of the outcome...so I bet at least 1.
"atleast 1" you say? Hmmm, it's another one of those win-win bets that people sometimes make, like when I bet £10 on 'The Small One' in a midget fight.
Exactly..I can't loose... ..wait...Tombstone could always end up being a wet red splatter across the RP landscape...so...maybe I could loose.
This time it was a direct hit. And the zed went down.
He quikly stomped his foot on its chest. And started clubbing at its face. Until there was only a slimey mess left.
"Godverdomse teringhond!" he cursed in his native tongue. "I fething hate zombies!"
After giving himself some time to rest. He started searching the body. And found a blood stained wallet and a paiger.
"Oh my God, I killed Kenny" Dietn laughed as he found the mans ID.
He then quickly pressed the on button of the paiger. He couldn't believe his eyes, as the paiger sprung back to life.
This had to be his lucky day. Dietn stuck the paigers batteries in his mp3.
The music roared to life trough his speakers. Dietn jumped a hole in the air. He even did a silly dance, while listening to his music that had been still for far to long.
Dietn took his backpack, and continued to Pine Ville. Feeling like he was on top of the world.
Quitly humming he walked away from Kenny.
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I will now wait for the event, before walkng in to Pine ville.
Patrick gritted his teeth as he pulled his rod against the beast-things' throat with all his strength, but Saunders elbowed him in the stomach, grabbed him and pulled him infront of him, then kicked him in the stomach, sending him sprawling onto his back and his rod flying out of sight. Deadman raised his AK-47 with a grin, but Tombstone - barely contained rage rising from within him - swatted the weapon down. "No! He's mine!" He shouted. Deadman nodded respectfully, but he failed to hide his slight surprise. Before Tombstone could take another step forward, Saunders was already on Patrick again, lifting him by the throat above himself. Patrick, realising the futility of trying to release the grip around his throat and that his neck would be snapped in mere seconds, punched Saunders in the face, once, twice, left, right. He followed up with a kick to the stomach, but Saunders threw him into the nearby wall with a thud before he could strike again. He grunted in pain, and when he tried to get up, he slopped back down heavily; winded and stunned. Saunders, or whatever had been Saunders, advanced once again towards Patrick.
Just then, the fire-exit door on the opposite side of the room burst open with a slam, and four men ran in, guns raised. Everyone's attention turned towards the new-comers as the first two opened up on full-auto with assault rifles into the back of the Saunders-thing. Round after round slammed into Saunders, who groaned loudly in pain and surprise, blood flying in tiny explosions all over his right side, chest and stomach as dozens of bullets blasted into his flesh before he collapsed heavily to the floor. Tasha screamed, "no!" before drawing her combat-magnum and putting three shots through one of the men, who slumped to the floor with a scream of agony.
The other two newcomers had started laying down covering fire as soon as they had entered, forcing the bikers to scramble for cover, even Tombstone in his rage-fuelled state realised the importance of self-preservation in relation to the furtherance of his goals. T-Rex and Tombstone found themselves together, over-turning a metal table, a dozen drinks falling to the floor and smashing in a glass and liquid blasts, the sound of it drowned out by the sound of weapons-fire. T-Rex risked a glance around the side of the table, letting off a few wild bursts from his M4 before ducking back behind cover. Rounds ricocheted off the other side of their cover, each with a metallic clunk or ping.
Tasha was about to switch aim when several shots sailed into her from the second gunman, entering and exiting through her stomach, and she collapsed with a scream to the floor, next to Halon who was still dazed from his knock and all of the sudden weapons fire. He was still aware enough to grab Tasha, who still tightly clutched her pistol, into cover. "Sh*t!" he shouted to himself from behind a pool table.
The three active newcomers pushed over chairs, tables, lamps and anything else that could provide an ounce of cover. They all reloaded, spent clips clunking to the floor and fresh magazines taking their place. The bikers sent shots in their general direction, but none were hit. The three men managed to get together to speak. "Theron, Snyder, give me covering fire, I'm going to get The Captain!" Johnathon said. The two men nodded at his orders and moved to take up firing positions, to then let off short, controlled bursts of suppressing fire. Johnathon crouched and began to move towards Patrick, grimacing as he passed the body of Gary. A year. A whole damn year they'd known each other. And they'd had a good year. He sighed in relief, letting a small smile slip onto his face as he saw the chest of the bleeding man rising slowly and painfully, the body shuddering with each painful breath. "Gary, just stay with us! That's an order damnit!" He called and then he continued on. He broke cover and ran towards Patrick, shooting towards the bikers' cover in the hopes that it'd keep their heads, and guns, down for awhile longer. He reached Patrick, and helped him up. "Thank you, Sergeant," Patrick said flatly, commending his as-of-recent follower. Johnathon grinned, "any time, boss."
"Lets go," Patrick said, though he already knew the order was unnecessary. As he began running back to cover, he glanced across the room, and his eyes met with Halon's for a fleeting few seconds. In those eyes, he recognised the pain of dual loyalties. And the pain of being thrown across a room. Then the moment was over, and they were almost there.
"We got runners!" Ajax shouted, from his position behind a minifridge. Tombstone didn't stop to acknowledge the information and immediately stood, pistols raised. He fired shot after shot at his hated enemy, several bullets missing by mere inches. One clanked off Patrick's body armour, of which he could only assume had been military-issue that had saved the man's life on so many times. He roared as he was cheated yet again by that damnable body-armour, but was forced to duck behind cover again as a hail of bullets passed over his head. Then the suppressing fire stopped.
Patrick and Johnathon dived back behind cover, and Johnathon called a cease-fire. "We're low on ammo!" Theron called. "We've also got a man down," Johnathon informed Patrick, who nodded. "Very well, it seems the situation is quite grave."
"With all due respect sir, I think we should retreat! We've probably only have about half a dozen clips left between us, as well as our handguns, but we're outnumbered as well."
"Your desire to preserve the unit shows merit, Sergeant, but you do not consider the wider battle. We retreat now, and we'll be hounded by those fools until we're gone or dead, both of which are just about equally bad. If the few must suffer so that the many may prevail, then so be it. Acceptable losses, but sacrifice will not be forgotten. We make our stand here, and either we die, or our enemies die. One way or another, this fued must end here and now - it cannot go on any longer."
Johnathon nodded, but said nothing for a moment, gazing idly at the floor. Then he looked up. "Yes. Yes sir," he replied. Patrick turned, and crept towards Gary as fast as possible. When he reached the fallen man, who was somehow still clinging to life, he took two rifle clips, the M16 and the M9 that the man had on him. He then returned to Johnathon who had just told Theron and Snyder that they were to fight.
"Lets end this," Patrick said with sinister finality.
Tombstone couldn't have agreed more.
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That's not it, folks, there's still more to come! Phew, just spent about an hour an' a bit on that. Anyways, I have to say I quite enjoyed writing that, and I hope you all enjoy reading it!
Anyone involved can update their PMs before 4PM today (that's my 4PM) when I'll write more. Well, I say 4. It could be five, or six.
Except for Saunders, who is incapacitated once again. Sorry, jp, but there was no other way of doing it without 'prematurely resolving the event', as it were.
Or atleast throw in some insurgents and infidels and some Terrorists and some weapons and some some some..
Scratch that..
Eh, I'll see if I feel like writing more.. but it seems not everyone (who is involved) has read it, so I'll wait and see what they have to say and if they want to change/add to their PMs.
...Enjoying the event thus far Darko,some pretty tense moments building up to a great cliffhanger.
Literally on the edge of my seat to see how the whole thing plays out.
FITZZ wrote:...Enjoying the event thus far Darko,some pretty tense moments building up to a great cliffhanger.
Literally on the edge of my seat to see how the whole thing plays out.
Eh get off yer seat an' go back ta bed.. Ima not do it tonight. Mehhhhhhh.
In other words, I'm going to wait to make sure everyone involved has read it and does/does not wish to add to their PMs.
And don't worry jp, I got Saunders covered. Hehehe. (Let that be a warning, dudes 'n' dudettes! )
FITZZ wrote:...Enjoying the event thus far Darko,some pretty tense moments building up to a great cliffhanger.
Literally on the edge of my seat to see how the whole thing plays out.
Eh get off yer seat an' go back ta bed.. Ima not do it tonight. Mehhhhhhh.
In other words, I'm going to wait to make sure everyone involved has read it and does/does not wish to add to their PMs.
And don't worry jp, I got Saunders covered. Hehehe. (Let that be a warning, dudes 'n' dudettes! )
Didn't expect the conclusion tonight...just really looking forward to it.
No conclusion tonight, methinks. It's hard to maintain great quality and my brain is slowin' down or whatever. I think it's called tiredness, but it might've been that cheap joint I took earlier.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:No conclusion tonight, methinks. It's hard to maintain great quality and my brain is slowin' down or whatever. I think it's called tiredness, but it might've been that cheap joint I took earlier.
I jest. Maybe.
Silly Darko...one can not combat fatigue with cannabis.. ...It takes....wait...nevermind...have to remain family friendly.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:No conclusion tonight, methinks. It's hard to maintain great quality and my brain is slowin' down or whatever. I think it's called tiredness, but it might've been that cheap joint I took earlier.
I jest. Maybe.
Silly Darko...one can not combat fatigue with cannabis.. ...It takes....wait...nevermind...have to remain family friendly.
Darko yo yo yo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowhhhhhhh yeah.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:No conclusion tonight, methinks. It's hard to maintain great quality and my brain is slowin' down or whatever. I think it's called tiredness, but it might've been that cheap joint I took earlier.
I jest. Maybe.
Silly Darko...one can not combat fatigue with cannabis.. ...It takes....wait...nevermind...have to remain family friendly.
Darko yo yo yo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowhhhhhhh yeah.
What?
I had no idea that you could rap...hell,one learns something new everyday.
Dude, you go to Bristol you're pretty screwed. Muggings/rapings/killings/drug dealin's/other crazy shizze.
No kidding, Bristol is like totally on our hundred most dodgy places in Britain. About a hundred would all take joint first, including Bristol. But there's no way in hell our government will ever admit/fix (ie BOMBIT) it.
If you guys don't hear from me again, MI5 (whose HQ building was pointed out to me one time on some dodgy cheap boat trip ) have got me. No ghosty, yo can't have my stuff.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Dude, you go to Bristol you're pretty screwed. Muggings/rapings/killings/drug dealin's/other crazy shizze.
No kidding, Bristol is like totally on our hundred most dodgy places in Britain. About a hundred would all take joint first, including Bristol. But there's no way in hell our government will ever admit/fix (ie BOMBIT) it.
If you guys don't hear from me again, MI5 (whose HQ building was pointed out to me one time on some dodgy cheap boat trip ) have got me. No ghosty, yo can't have my stuff.
Meh,I grew up in one of the most dangerous cities in America,murder capital of the Nation four years in a row...pretty sure I'd do just fine in Bristol...hell,the "bad guys" over there don't even carry guns....at least not on the same level as Americans do.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Dude, you go to Bristol you're pretty screwed. Muggings/rapings/killings/drug dealin's/other crazy shizze.
No kidding, Bristol is like totally on our hundred most dodgy places in Britain. About a hundred would all take joint first, including Bristol. But there's no way in hell our government will ever admit/fix (ie BOMBIT) it.
If you guys don't hear from me again, MI5 (whose HQ building was pointed out to me one time on some dodgy cheap boat trip ) have got me. No ghosty, yo can't have my stuff.
Meh,I grew up in one of the most dangerous cities in America,murder capital of the Nation four years in a row...pretty sure I'd do just fine in Bristol...hell,the "bad guys" over there don't even carry guns....at least not on the same level as Americans do.
Nah, you'll just get quietly knifed in an alley instead.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Dude, you go to Bristol you're pretty screwed. Muggings/rapings/killings/drug dealin's/other crazy shizze.
No kidding, Bristol is like totally on our hundred most dodgy places in Britain. About a hundred would all take joint first, including Bristol. But there's no way in hell our government will ever admit/fix (ie BOMBIT) it.
If you guys don't hear from me again, MI5 (whose HQ building was pointed out to me one time on some dodgy cheap boat trip ) have got me. No ghosty, yo can't have my stuff.
Meh,I grew up in one of the most dangerous cities in America,murder capital of the Nation four years in a row...pretty sure I'd do just fine in Bristol...hell,the "bad guys" over there don't even carry guns....at least not on the same level as Americans do.
Nah, you'll just get quietly knifed in an alley instead.
Darko my friend...most people I encounter tend to react as though I'm the one who will be doing the stabbing,could be that I'm a rather big guy...6ft4in 260lbs,could be that I'm completely covered in tattoos (including a set of teardrops under my left eye),or that I have several large scars i picked up in "disagreements" through out my life.
Believe me man...there isn't a street in America that I worry about walking down,I'm pretty sure I'd feel the same about any street in the UK as well.
Now...more music from Bristol...or at least the UK.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Dude, you go to Bristol you're pretty screwed. Muggings/rapings/killings/drug dealin's/other crazy shizze.
No kidding, Bristol is like totally on our hundred most dodgy places in Britain. About a hundred would all take joint first, including Bristol. But there's no way in hell our government will ever admit/fix (ie BOMBIT) it.
If you guys don't hear from me again, MI5 (whose HQ building was pointed out to me one time on some dodgy cheap boat trip ) have got me. No ghosty, yo can't have my stuff.
Meh,I grew up in one of the most dangerous cities in America,murder capital of the Nation four years in a row...pretty sure I'd do just fine in Bristol...hell,the "bad guys" over there don't even carry guns....at least not on the same level as Americans do.
Nah, you'll just get quietly knifed in an alley instead.
Darko my friend...most people I encounter tend to react as though I'm the one who will be doing the stabbing,could be that I'm a rather big guy...6ft4in 260lbs,could be that I'm completely covered in tattoos (including a set of teardrops under my left eye),or that I have several large scars i picked up in "disagreements" through out my life.
Believe me man...there isn't a street in America that I worry about walking down,I'm pretty sure I'd feel the same about any street in the UK as well.
Now...more music from Bristol...or at least the UK.
What city is this, Fitzz?
I live in the murder capital of the world today, Chicago, and unfortunately I'm part of that problem.
It really is funny how...diversified a Wargaming site can be...killers, drug dealers, to government officials.
I got a kick out of this article, if anyone is in for a laugh, read the last paragraph in particular.
Shadow watched the gun fight carry out inside the lumber camp's rec enter. He watched as his old friends that he didn't remember battled against a thing that used to be a man, but was now a groteque and blood smeared monster.
"Nancy Pelosi." Shadow said as he glared through the rec centers walls at Saunders. Even though Saunders was unconscious he could feel the pain that began to snake its way from his feet, to his legs, to his back, to his testicles, and to his arms. It felt like he was on fire and being scraped by burning fine grain sandpaper all at once.
Before long, Saunders exploded and his melted corpse sprayed over everyone in the rec center. Tasha cried as she tried to scoop the Saunders Soup(another horrible achronym) together to reform her beloved super-zombie-soup-man.
Tombstone licked his lips and realized that the goop that had been Saunders tasted a lot like a moon pie, banana moon pie, and was transported to a mystical land where unicorns with bagpipes for a horn roamed free on the back of their sea turtle slaves.
"Gak just got serious." Tombstone cocked his machine gun and prepared his rampage.
The sudden disappearance of Tombstone shocked everyone, even Shadow who began to cry after realizing that his friend had been doomed because of his actions. Shadow's manly tears streamed from his face and exploded upon impact because his tears were made out of nitroglycerin and concentrated whoop-ass.
Every tear kicked the ground's ass when it hit, all except the littlest tear. This tear was named Chuck A. Diesel and saw what had caused his father's pain. He embraced 'Papa Shadow' before launching himself at the rec center and causing a nuclear winter to occur within Patrick's bowels. Patrick doubled over in pain before he released a mighty blow from his rectum that caused his followers to implode and launched Patrick at the Russian fleet where he hit the lead ship and caused them all to turn into pasta made out of marzipan. The sweet noodles slowly dissolved as the gumdrop soldiers and gummy bear sailors tried to grab as many Lifesavers as possible.
Shadow looked at the destruction he had inflicted and instantly flew away again, this time Jesus nor God gave Shadow a high five, but gave him respect knuckles.
Meanwhile Jennifer had 15 babies with Hardie and after each baby had grown to be 21 years old within 5 minutes, Halon showed up and shot zombie Mr. Phoenix in front of all of them. Halon then proceeded to do the smooth criminal lean while flipping them all the bird. Jennifer could feel a nervous twitch in her eye as she watched her dad die...again. Hardie was incredibly upset and stormed the massive stage that Halon had set up, only to be shot twice by Halon.
"WHAT THE FETH!" Jennifer cried out.
"What?" Halon shrugged, "I just hate you and your family."
"NO," Jennifer continued shouting, "WHY THE FETH DO I HAVE 15 KIDS!"
"I can help with that." Halon smiled devilishly.
"Don't you dare kill them!" Jennifer shouted.
"Why would I kill them, they're Tombstone's kids too." Halon smirked and then spread his arms wide with a weapon in both to yell, "COME AT ME BRO!"
Jennifer's jaw dropped and she checked her script for the next RP to cross reference the truth. She then called her booky to renegotiate the terms of her contract.
erm.. sure.. I'll send my.. associates.. over to your houses to give you some of my stuff.. *cough* .45 bullet to the head *cough*
Anyway, I will commence writing part 2 now.
Ohya, and it looks like there'll be a part 3 as well.
Edit: @FITZZ - y'know, you say you grew up in "one of the hardest 'hoods" and have been in knife fights 'n' shizze and have tattoos all over ya.. you just seem too nice for that to be true.
I find myself wanting to call you Tombstone half the time now.
Halon dispaired. Many people - people he had known over the last year - were dead now, because of him. He couldn't save them. He had failed, as their guardian, as their protector. As their saviour. "I can't do this anymore," he quietly whispered to himself, holding back tears that had been stressing to get out for a long time now, "I can't do it." He practically had a mini-war on his hands - between people he both had loyalties to. Tombstone and his bikers, they had met a whole year ago, and had survived nukes, zombies and crime lords for four, was it five days? He forgot. And yet Patrick, he had 'befriended' him just yesterday. That strange man, with all those piercings, and that voice - always emotionless, and what he did to that dead girl.. it made him shudder.
It was clear to him now where his loyalties lay. All this would only end with Patrick's death, and if some people; his people, got in the way, well, they couldn't be spared. Nothing could, nothing must prevent this. He looked down at Tasha, who had slipped into unconsciousness, and the blood that was pooling around her slowly. He looked at his bloodied hands. He grimaced and retched, almost feeling like he was responsible for this atrocity, when he knew it was not so. There was only one man responsible for this, and that was because he had brainwashed some good people into doing it. In his name. Reaching down, Halon delicately uncurled Tasha's rigid fingers, and picked up her Magnum..
"Hold them here. Keep their attention focused on yourselves," Patrick said. "Why, sir?" Johnathon asked. "Because I'm going to flank them, hit them from the rear." Johnathon did not smile, he merely nodded, he had become accustomed to killing; killing the undead. But killing humans was an altogether different matter. But then he remembered Gary. Bastards. He spat on the floor as an unseen gesture towards their enemies. Halon was his friend, but he had been losing it for awhile now. What they needed now, more than ever, was a strong leader, one who could keep them safe. Patrick was that man. But at what cost would his leadership and protection come at? Would more people die first? said a small, doubtful part of his mind. Of course more people will die! he retorted to the doubtful part of his mind, those troublemaker bikers will die! But despite his brave words, Johnathon actually wondered if his doubts could be correct. He shook his head to clear his mind. His doubts did not matter now; come what may, first he had to survive this. He had chosen his side, and so had the others. He raised his AK-47 and nodded to the others.
"Start firing in twenty-five seconds," Patrick ordered. Then he immediately dropped prone, and began crawling towards the fire-exist. 20 seconds. He was almost out now. 16 seconds. He was out. 12 Seconds. He jumped up at began running around the side of the compound, to the front. 3 seconds...
Tombstone waved Ajax and Woolly over. "They've stopped firing. I don't have a clue in f*ck why, but they have. So they've either run out of ammo, or more likely, they're up to something."
Ajax piped up, "so you've got a plan up your sleeve as well?" Tombstone nodded. "We have advantage in numbers, and I think we can count on Halon. But he's a bit of a wild card right now, so we're gonna focus on what we got-" "guns?" T-Rex chimed in. Everyone looked at him. "What? We do have more guns than them."
"Whatever," Tombstone said. "Back to the point, I think we should flank 'em. Woolly, you're gonna run up round the right and blast their cover with your shotgun. Ajax, T-Rex, go left. Deadman, you're with me. We're going round the outside."
Woolly racked his shotgun slide. "Sounds good to me," he grinned. "Lets paste these guys," Ajax said. Tombstone grinned, the one thing no one would ever take away from them until they were all dead was their fighting spirit. "Lets move!" Tombstone ordered. He and Deadman ran back outside through the main entrance. Woolly headed right, past the minifridge, and slowly approached "the enemy lines", shotgun held up, ready to fire. Ajax and T-rex slipped lithely around past a sofa and over an overturned bookcase. They came to a stop behind the drinks counter. "Now that's what I'm talkin' about," Ajax said happily. "What the hell're you on about?" T-Rex asked. Ajax opened a low-down cabinet with transparent doors, and pulled out a glass bottle. "A good year," Ajax mumbled happily as he popped the cork and took a long swig of the ancient beverage. T-Rex just watched in amazement as Ajax emptied the entire thing. "Good stuff," he rasped. "I can tell," T-Rex replied.
"Psst!"
"What?" Halon said in confusion, looking at Tasha.
"Psst!"
Halon rolled his eyes at his stupidity and slowly turned, and saw one of the bikers a few metres away, almost completely concealed behind a chair. The biker shot him a questioning look, and Halon merely nodded, then filled up Tasha's Magnum with fresh bullets before picking up his M9.
Just then, Patrick's lackeys got up and sprayed the entire area where the bikers had been mere moments ago with bullets. They stopped firing when they realised that nobody was there.
"What the f*ck?" Johnathon said, before he jumped, startled, at the sound of a large boom. And another. He whipped around to his horror, he saw one of the bikers running towards him, repeatedly firing his shotgun. A wooden table was hit, and it exploded, sending wooden fragmentation flying everywhere. Snyder was grazed on his left arm, and he whelped even as he began firing at his attacker. But the wooden fragment had put him off and moved his aim, which gave Woolly enough time to hit the deck and slide behind the pool table in the centre of the room. He began sliding fresh shells into his shotgun. Halon jumped up, his face devoid of all emotion as he shot from both of his pistols. Seconds later, Ajax and T-Rex opened up as well, respective SMG and M4 firing a hail of bullets at their enemies. Theron aimed at Halon, but hesitated, and decided to duck down behind cover again as a storm of bullets flew over their heads. In what surely must have been the luckiest break in his life, two of Halon's pistol bullets slammed into Snyder's AK-47, breaking it clean in two. He fell back onto his as$ from the force of it. He cradled his wounded arm momentarily, and cursed at the pain. Then he drew his .32 Revolver and held it in his uninjured right arm.
Johnathon was breathing heavily. He had narrowly avoided being shot by the two bikers on the left, and he fumbled for a fresh clip, his last clip, in desperation. He breathed in deeply, remembering that he was in charge here now. And with that, he decided that they had well and truly been routed. To stay and fight would be suicide, and if they could perhaps escape then that was a much better option.
Just then, Woolly stood up and volted the pool table, and ran forward.
Legs appeared to Johnathon's right, and he instinctively slammed his rifle butt into the nearest one, hitting bone on the mans' left foot, causing it to bend unnaturely and its owner to scream in anger and pain as he fell over forward. Johnathon held his rifle like a club and leapt at the downed man with a scream of fury on his lips.
That's all I have time for now, sorry dudes. Will hopefully do some later.
...Oh,and just because someone is reasonably intelligent and conducts themselves in a fairly civil manner doesn't negate the fact that they've had a rough past.
...A few pictures of my "inky" self.
...I suppose I could also take photos of my scars..
! Will do!
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...Out of ALL the people we have with us at the lumber camp are you telling me not a single one can figure out how to fly a helicopter???
