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

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

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

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

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

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

" Roger that boss" came Cutters reply.

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

" No problem Stone" T-Rex said quietly.

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

" We get ya boss" the assembled bikers replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Some time later..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

"Sarge, think we can disarm them safely?"

The grizzled veteran seemed pensive.

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

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

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

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

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

"I think these are the exploding kind."

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

"Almost bed time." Halon thought to himself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tombstone lit a cigarette and exhaled smoke reflectively.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dawn....

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

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

Over here....

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

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

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

Nothing.

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

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

Remember......

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

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

Morning.....

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Answer for your respective characters. Thanks.

Robbie's in Pine Ville yes.

Check

he's on a boat (Biatch)

love the song! Good find.

FM Ninja 048 wrote:Check

ooooooookay..

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

I just downloaded that song. LOLz

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

Dmitri is near Syracuse, NY.

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

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

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

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

jp400 wrote:

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

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

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

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

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

Get up.....

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

Over here.....

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

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

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

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

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

PineVille: 110 Miles
Cape City: 66 Miles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Once safely disengaged a heated debate exploded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

IC:

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

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

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

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

*Squeak*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"feth", he thought.

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

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

"Zed?" the slender man asked.

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

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

The old man saluted.

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

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

"Robbie." he replied.

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

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

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

"The one and only, Robbie."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Robbie and Big Rat sat a table.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Хорошо, продолжайте” ”Good, proceed.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I can confirm that" Robbie said.

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

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

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

Robbie looked at the old veteran. Micajah nodded.

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

"Pest control." Mikey piped up.

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

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

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

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

"This evening?" Robbie asked.

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

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

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

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

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