Forum adverts like this one are shown to any user who is not logged in. Join us by filling out a tiny 3 field form and you will get your own, free, dakka user account which gives a good range of benefits to you: No adverts like this in the forums anymore. Times and dates in your local timezone. Full tracking of what you have read so you can skip to your first unread post, easily see what has changed since you last logged in, and easily see what is new at a glance. Email notifications for threads you want to watch closely. Being a part of the oldest wargaming community on the net. If you are already a member then feel free to login now.

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

OCC: Maybe he's just really slow

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

OCC: I hate Tanks so much >_>

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hate tanks do you?...

*begins to think*

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

OOC:
Dead Rising yes
Romero yes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

OOC: could we get another map please

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

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

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

"Sil" Patrick said " Other guys named Sil"

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

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

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

Patrick nodded his understanding of what Fitzz had just implied.

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

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

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

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

Where exactly is Sil?

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

Golden Eyed Scout wrote:Where exactly is Sil?

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

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

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

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

edit Ninja got Ninja'd

FITZZ wrote:

Golden Eyed Scout wrote:Where exactly is Sil?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Goodbye Dave, hello Nathan Morris.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Neither appealed to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Patrick nodded in agreement.

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

Fitzz and Patrick slowly aproached the other mens car.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wich do you prefer ??..Scout.

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

Wich do you prefer ??..Scout.

I like yours better.

Golden Eyed Scout wrote:

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

Wich do you prefer ??..Scout.

I like yours better.

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

And Go...

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

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

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

Dave sat up.

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

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

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

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

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

Patrick glanced at Fitzz and rushed into the cabin.

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

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

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

" What about the two guys outside?" Patrick asked

Fitzz paused for a moment and locked the cabins door,

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